The Legend Of Drunken Bastard...

I think this thing is going to turn into a blog about my work. Every weekend something happens that I feel the need to talk out.

Yesterday was great, nice and slow. Sort of a letdown because we were expecting a large group of teenagers fresh off a drunken party but apparently they either got too drunk, or didn't party at all. There were all of 30 people there for the night bowling. Nice and calm.

Tonight? Soooo not the case. First, it was packed when I arrived. Stayed busy all night until about 10pm and then thinned out nicely. We were starting to think it'd be another slow night. Right around 10:15pm people starting coming in droves. They can't get lanes from 10:30pm until 11:00pm because they're clearing out the bowlers already inside. At 11pm anyone still left bowling either has to pay $14 per person or leave so that the 11:30 night bowling crowd can have the lanes.

There was a huge group that showed up about 11:15 or so. I'm talking multiple cars filled with people. The lead car flipped a spin (pulled up his e-brake) in the lot. I'm supposed to kick those guys off the property. They wouldn't leave. They weren't trying to get past me into the bowling alley, they just wouldn't leave. So I went in and told the night manager what was going on and he told me to have them come in and talk to him. Well he recognized one of the guys, so he let them stay. After telling me to get rid of people like that, he lets them stay. The bowling alley was full (all lanes occupied) by 11:36.

When it closed down for the night and everyone came out, the huge group of people (now much more intoxicated) came out. They had ZERO respect for me. They were making fun of me (oh don't pull your e-brake when you leave, the security might get you! She might call the cops, watch out. Ooohhh scary security...etc). But what should I expect after doing my job just to have the night manager make me look like an ass. But I'm done. Let them deal with the stupid assholes. Anyone that wants to come bowling, can go right on in. If they have an issue, "Oh I'm sorry but I thought it was ok to let them in. YOU DID!!!" Sure it could cost me my job, but he's doing a shitty job of backing me up when I try to enforce the rules that they gave me in the first place. UGH!

At one point the drunken bastards had a basketball out and were screwing around playing ball in the lot (after closing). I can't leave until the place is clear. So of course it took them FOREVER to leave. Actually, they didn't even go until they saw one of the employees leave.

ESTUPIDO!!! IDOTA!!!

I've lost all my pictures except what was on photobucket. Somehow brainiac me managed to reformat the wrong harddrive. I'm so angry and sad I could just scream!!! Now I only have a handful of pictures and NONE of the last few months of Abbigails life. I can't believe what an ass I am!!!

They're all butts!!!!!

The stupid juvenile lame-o males the come to the bowling alley for "Extreme" bowling that is. I'm TIRED of them trying to sneak drinking beer in thier cars. I catch them 99% of the time. If they get away with it because somehow I missed it, they ALWAYS dump the cans and bottles in the parking lot which results in me logging thier license plates which results in them NOT getting in next time they show up because, "Sorry. You were seen dumping out beer cans/bottles into our parking lot. That's littering and also leads us to believe you were drinking, which is not allowed. I'm also tired of them driving like our parking lot is a NASCAR track. Oh, I'm damn sick of the ones who show up with one or two LEGAL drinkers and sneak thier booze all night so they leave as underaged drunks. Or the ones who are legal and leave plastered, getting loud in my lot.

Finally...I'm sick and tired of stupid drunks who can't hold thier liquor getting into fights in my parking lot which I then must break up. I don't care how many times I hear, "I'm sorry Security Lady." It still sucks!

This has been my comedy relief moment for the day!

Work sucked!

As I said in my previous post, it's freezing outside. I think it's around 30 degrees, though I heard 27 earlier. It rained on the way to work and so of course all that water froze on my car. The parking lot had spots of ice through it by the time I left too. But mostly I'm cold because I STAND/SIT OUTSIDE FOR EIGHT FREAKIN' HOURS!!!! I had a fight in the parking lot tonight that I had to break up before it got into the physical stage. Unfortunately one guy wouldn't stop egging on another guy and actually started goading him, "Nuthin' you can do against a .45 nigga". Sigh. Stupid people. So of course those two HAD to be part of a huge group in which NEITHER of them were drivers. That mean the entire group had to leave. That sucked for the rest of them. Then later another group showed up for the "Extreme Bowling". Everything is fine and then I hear, "Pssssssssss" and look over in time to see one guy with a can in his head. The driver of the SUV he came in says, "Dude what's that?" The guy answers quite calmly, "It's just a beer." A BEER??? Ok for one it's against the bowling alley rules. For two it's against the law here to have alcohol in public (except in bars or during events that have a designated "beer garden"). For three, he's a freakin MINOR!!! So of course AGAIN I had to have an entire group leave due the stupidity of one person. I hate that!! I have no problem booting one person, even get a kick out of it. But when 9 other innocent people have to leave because of one of thier friends, it sucks.

K, I'm freakin' cold and I've been home for almost a half hour now. Gotta go get warm!!!

Sometimes his complete selfishness astounds me.

First let me set this up right.

This evening as I am eating my "breakfast" (working nights means that my first meal is breakfast even though it's dinner time). my husband says to me, "Don't worry about lunch, I'll fix it and bring it down to you. Unless you want to pack a lunch." I said I wasn't real keen on bologna and I didn't feel like cutting up cheese to make a sandwich out of it. So he tells me, "Well I'm cooking anyway so I'll bring you down something." Ok great.

I call from work and ask my husband to have my daughter wrap up the last two pieces of my pizza so that I can have it as left overs. He tells me, "No. I'm eating it. I told him that I wanted it when I came home and he said, "NO. I'm eating it." So I asked if he was still cooking a meal to bring to me. Nope, but he'll have something ready for me when I get home. I told him that I wanted the pork chops that need to be cooked anyway, and then mashed potatoes and corn. He was thinking fish instead of the pork but the rest of the meal was already something he planned on. Ok fine he says.

Well here it is 2:30am. I just worked an 8 hour shift outside in the cold (freezing actually, as in the wet ground froze even). I notice that the lights are off in the kitchen as I pulled up. I walk in the house, no husband in the living room. Where is he? Still sleeping. He'd called around 11pm to tell me that he was going to take a nap before getting up to come down to help me out at 1am. Which of course he didn't show up. So I thought, great does this mean there is no dinner? Sure enough, nothing got cooked. On top of that, the dog was doing the pee-pee dance. So I had to take him out because apparently my husband can't.

I know after 7 years I should be used to it but right now I'm sick and tired of all the, "Have the girl fix my lunch for me.", "What's for dinner, I have to work tonight?", "My feet hurt so I can't help you carry in the groceries.", "Well he never goes for me when I take him outside." (the dog) And all the empty promises. I'll do this for you. Since I bought that, you can buy this...but there's never enough money when it comes time for my something to buy.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

I started thinking....

Yeah I know, it's a dangerous thing. Makes my head hurt too. (HA-HA)

I guess I didn't really have those rose colored glasses after all when it comes right down to it. I knew my "friends" talked about me behind my back. Granted I didn't know that my "friends" allowed someone who obviously dislikes me to call me things like fat, lazy and stupid in front of them. But then, jokes on me really because my "friends" were doing it too. I knew they talked about me, I even said as much and they came down on me saying I was paranoid and needed to stop thinking people didn't like me. I don't reckon it matters now but how can you call yourself a friend when you makes comments behind someones back like...

"She's got more issues than an AA meeting combined with The Surreal Life. I ignore most of what she says...and have been doing so for YEARS. "

Oh and here's a really friendly statement by another "friend"

"you pathetic, whiney-azz, better-be-glad-God-does-love-ya, 'cuz you're about to PI$$ ME OFF, paiintheAZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And let's not leave out...

"I hope she is really leaving this time. We'll see. "
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There were others, but these are the three that made me feel so bad. I put my trust in the wrong people it would seem. You know, one of those people I missed so badly when she left our group, I made public requests for her to return. All the while she was what, laughing behind my back at what an idiot I am??? She told me she cared about me. How can someone care about you and call you pathetic? *shrug*

Can I get over it and move on? Well of course. Does moving on mean that the women who hurt me so badly get another chance at it down the road? Nope. I'm well aware of who they are and what they do behind my back now. I tell my daughter all the time that I have eyes in the back of my head where she's concerned. Now I have them for these "friends" too.


Mama always said, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I don't know where these people fit...but in the next few days, the next couple of weeks or months, I suppose I'll find out. This is the last I've got to say on the matter.

My pretty balloon popped and my rose colored lenses broke too

To quote the WW of Oz, "What a world, what a world, what a world." Or uhm, was it "I'm melting, melting, melting."? Either one works.

I'm so tired. It's amazing how being the cream that rises to the top, can make you feel more like the foam on a head of beer. One little puff of air and away I'm gonna fly!!! Tired, tired, tired. Have I mentioned I'm tired. I've just about decided that women can really suck worse than guys sometimes. I'm also starting to remember why I liked boys so much and only had a couple really close chums when I was little. Girls can be so nasty to each other.

This reminds me...work very hard to not talk about my friends (even when I'm mad at them). I must take it to thier face. Yep! Well, ok so I'll probably still tell my husband about it. I don't know what's harder really, forgiving or forgetting. Well ya, forgiving is easy. Forgetting...how do you forget when someone says they wish you'd leave? Sigh. I hate this it's messy.

It ain't easy being cheezy.

Nothing has happened really. I'm just tired. John will start working the district closest to home soon and He's decided that I can work on his days off. I love how he volunteers me for things. No, no I can't work more hours. I'm already killing my body with the few I'm working. But if I work more hours right now we'd get more money. Though, it'd kill my disability status before I can even get approved. ARGH! Physically I can't tolerate even the 14 hours I'm already working because I have to be standing and walking so much. It's just so frustrating!!

There was a terrible shooting tonight.

I was standing outside as I usually do for work and I heard two POP's. I had enough time to debate with myself about whether they were gun shots or firecrackers when all of a sudden there were four more POP's. I called 911 when I heard sirens and was told there was "an incident". I only called because this was CLOSE. I mean those shots could have been fired from the apartments next to work, it was that loud. I needed to know if we needed to keep everyone inside for a while. So an incident is all I got told, until after 1am. A police officer came by to search our parking lot and to talk with me (gave the 911 operator my location, my name and the fact I was working outdoors and that I heard shots). I found out from that police officer that yes, I did hear gunshots. I was able to tell him how many times the gun was fired, which he said helped them a lot because the only people they'd talked to were so shaken up they couldn't be sure. But...someone was murdered tonight. I'm pretty shaken by it because while I didn't SEE anything, I heard it. I heard someone's life end tonight and I don't think it's something I'm going to get over very soon.

Stormy goes to the rescue

It was sad leaving her there because she looked at me with her big sad eyes like she was thinking, "Hey, where are you going? What about me?" But I know I did what was right for all of us. Skyler is back to his happy dog self which makes me very happy. I've missed him these last few days as he just moped and didn't want anything to do with me. Alex was sad to see her go but also happy that she's going to go to an adult only home with no kids to challenge her for space and attention. I'm just going to have to deal with the fact that I couldn't cope with everything.

Boy have I been busy!!!

Tuesday evening I get a call from N regarding "Oreo" (from here on out she is known as Stormy), a dog that one of her friends (I'd wager she's a dope or pot addict) owns. Apparently Stormy got bigger than this lady wanted. She'd be shut off in a laundry room and wasn't allowed out except to be taken on an occasional walk or to go potty. She got hit with a fly swatter as discipline and yelled at a lot. She was filthy, flea ridden, unvaccinated and in head. Well, we now have Stormy.

Skyler is afraid of her. We're hoping he warms up to her because if he doesn't, I mean really doesn't, we'll have to take her to the rescue. I probably should have just done that to start with before she became attached. Sure I like her, but I could have let her go. However, she follows me around EVERYWHERE, whines if I even go into the bathroom without it...it's nuts. If we end up having to give her up she's going to be MISERABLE. So, let's hope that Skyler continues to get better with her. He'll sniff her, but he still backs off from her and runs away when she tries to play. Getting her spayed should help mellow her and maybe then when she's settled down, he'll not be so scared. I dunno.

I took her in to the vet and got her shots, de-wormed, nails trimmed and had an exam done. She's in pretty decent health all things considered.

I'm EXHAUSTED! Gonna go take a nap. I only get a couple hours sleep at a time because she gets needy.

Sunday and monday blahs

I didn't sleep real well, or for very long. Dang it.

I made a pretty bracelet for myself, it has a rainbow in it. I suppose some people will think I'm gay, since they stole the rainbow. It's a sign of God's promise dang it, not gayness. I love rainbows!

I'm tired already, but it's drug induced. I took a flexeril for my muscles. Ugh!
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I just got home from picking Alex up. She's happy to be home and I'm glad to have her back. See how fickle I am?

I don't want to be out of bed yet!

I can't sleep. Oh I get spurts of an hour or so, but I'm not sleeping soundly. It used to just happen at night, not anymore. I dunno why my brain has to have it's up time ALL the time. Or maybe it's my body. (OW) My back hurts, that's another thing.

Well then there is the whole, John's awake yet for some reason can't take Skyler outside so I have to, thing. Then (get this) I try to feed him breakfast. Damn dog wouldn't eat until I took his food into the bedroom so that he could be where John was. Of course I had to sit with him or he wouldn't eat it. ARGH! That was around 9ish this morning. This afternoon he woke me up, wouldn't poop when I took him out. Came in, drank a ton of water and then hurled it all over the kitchen floor. Something is wrong with my dog but I don't have money until Friday. The vet said as long as he's eating relatively normal, has solid stools and has the same ol personality as always, that if it's anything at all it should be pretty minor. *sigh* I worry. His lymph nodes are swollen in his neck, but John says I'm seeing things that aren't there. I worry anyway.

I don't want to go to work tonight. My face is all sniffly.

Friday ain't would it should be

what with me having to work and all. It's going to be brrrrrrrrrrrrr cold tonight! It's also the last couple of days for my favorite employee (B) where I work. Sigh, he's so funny!

WOOHOO!!! My Dad arrived to pick up Alex! He and I finished putting her bed together (He'd forgotten the bolts for the headboard when he brought all her furniture down) and then off they went. Well actually they are still in the driveway hehe. But still gone gone gone wheeeeeeeeee! I should feel bad for being so excited that my daughter will be gone until Monday, but I don't. We're having typical (or so everyone says) pre-teen vs parent angst. Let my folks deal with her I say, I need a break.

Mom leaves a week from tomorrow to go see my brothers family and then to see her folks. We're all very disapointed though, because my brother will be leaving two days before Mom gets down there. He has to go to Iraq, again (for the third time). Mom really wanted to see him, but his orders came through early. I know she's got to be feeling really down about it.

Aaaaaaaaaanyway, it's almost time for me to get ready for work. BRRRRRR!
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Holy heck it was cold tonight. I barely made it through the night and yet...it's supposed to be colder tomorrow (Well tonight now, seeing as it's 3am). YIKES. My nose hurts. See it gets cold, my nose says "time to run" and I spend all night blowing my nose. So now, on top of the thawing out pains I have "nose rubbed raw" pains too. GRRR! I wore a scarf over my head and then one of those earwarmer headband things on top of that. Then I had my big thick work jacket on over my uniform shirt which was over a t-shirt (which of course was over my bra). On the bottom half I had thermals and my jeans, two pair of socks and then my work shoes. Oh yeah I forgot something...I wore TWO pair of gloves. My feet suffered along with my nose and both are currently in a mid-thaw stage. BRR BRR BRR DAMMIT!

Mostly the night went fine though, but I'm going to get seriously homicidal if people don't stop saying, "Cold enough for ya?". Well DUH!!! The other one that bugs me is, "Your job must really suck." and other comments of that ilk. I'm working, what am I supposed to say, "Yes it sucks?" I don't think so, not if I want to keep my damn job. Plus, B wasn't there tonight. It would seem that he managed to do something to piss the powers that be off and got fired. Dammit. That put EVERYONE there in a foul mood tonight.

Two highlights of the night...a guy comes out totally drunk and says, "16 and 20...that's against the law right?" I told him yes, to which he responded, "See. I'm drunk and I still knew that." So I asked, "which one are you, 16 or 20". He not only informed me that he's not yet legal to drink (being only 20) but also that it was ok because his friend here WAS legal. So, here he's drunk and not legal and has just ratted out his friend for providing alcohol to a minor. I could have called the sherriff, but I didn't. Just told his friend to take his drunk buddy and leave and that he wouldn't be welcomed back. Second highlight...another drunk story. This guy is with a bunch of friends, I don't know WHICH of them actually owns the car involved. But the drunk guy gets on the car roof and starts screaming at the top of his lungs, "OH yeah, dancing on the cougar. Who wants to come party dance on the cougar with me?" Over and over again. Oy, the joys of my job.

You have got to love a shirtless man with nice pecs and abs!

MMM MMMM!! It should be illegal to look as good as M and B do with thier shirts off. M and B are neighbors of mine. They are both firefighters and M is a military reservist who spent time in Iraq. Anyway, I got a flyer on my door for a cage fight that is coming up on Saturday. There in all his naked chested glory is B. WOOHOO. I know they do extreme fighting but they must be pretty good because I've never seen either of them look like they got thier butts kicked.

So it's Thursday, that's means SURVIVOR is on. I love that show. Well ok, more accurately I suppose...I lust Jeff Probst! His sexy dimples get to me. ROWR ROWR!!! But it also means that tomorrow is Friday and I have to work. BLECH. I spent money I couldn't afford, in order to buy some thermals, gloves, scarf and head band thing to keep my ears warm. Here's hoping I stay warm enough. It's supposed to be 10 degrees or some such crapola.

I'm impatient today. I want my artbead stuff to come so I can get some bracelets made up. I ordered enough stuff to make 10 Salvation Bracelets, and I only have 3 sold. But I'm hoping that if I make up extras of things that are really nice, someone will want to buy them. I really thought that my rainbow makers would sell, but they are all just sitting here hanging in my window.

Bitch, moan, complain...I have got to get positive. Maybe soon. I'm just not feeling peppy. Hey! I get to see my Mom on Sunday. That's a great thing. My Dad is coming down to pick up Alex tomorrow. That's a WONDERFUL thing. Except...it leaves all of Skyler's care to me. That part bites because I need to sleep and mr wonderweiner seems to think he needs to go outside every hour LOL

*YAWN*

I'm up. I haven't even had a chance to take a shower or eat something. The dog decided he couldn't wait any longer and woke John up. So, John let him out here with me. That means I have postpone my shower time until I take care of dogboy.

I have chores to do today, like cleaning the (barf) bathroom. I hate that! I share with Alex but she doesn't even think to clean up her own mess. Geez like father like daughter. I've also got to get some other housework done and some laundry taken care of. Then I'm going outside because it's GORGEOUS out there right now!
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It's after 9pm now and the day is mostly over. Today I...
Got a check I've been waiting on and took it to the bank.
Went shopping at Craft Warehouse and online at artbeads.com to get supplies for an order (related to the above mentioned check). I can't wait to get started!!!!!
Went looking for some gloves and long johns...did you know it's spring already? I didn't! I think if it's supposed to be 10 freakin degrees that SOMEONE should still be selling gloves dammit!
Ate blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs for dinner.
Got ice cream.
Watched Olympics and American Idol.
Played with superdude the wonderdog.

Ya know, sometimes my dog has great ideas. Don't we all have days when we wish we could just pull the covers over our head and go back to sleep? Check this out...

Pics, pics, pics.

Ok, since Dy wants pet pics I'll post a few pet pics.

This is a picture of my crazy birds. Cricket (on the left) is a 7 year old male Parakeet. Little Bit (on the right) is about a year old now. She's got a recessive trait that keeps her eyes dark instead of getting the lighter iris. They're fun to have and fun to watch. Cricket has a pretty nasty temper and bites, A LOT. He'll jump up on my finger or hand, but then he bites it. Little Bit doesn't like to be handled at all, but if I catch her at least she's nice. I can pet her head and neck without getting my fingers ripped open.

This is Skyler. I already mentioned him. He's a four year old miniature smooth coat black and tan dachshund. Whew that's a mouthful! He's my baby! He'll sit, down, roll over, put em up (raises his paws in an "I surrender" pose), sit pretty and speak. You can even hear him say, "My ball" if you have his ball. My charmer!

This is my angel cat. Abbigail. She was my best friend. I was blessed by her for almost 9 years and she'll be missed for the rest of my life. I adored her. She was stubborn and aloof and such a diva. But nothing made me feel better than when I could bury my face in her fur and listen to her purr. She passed away in June of 2005.

I just love this picture I took and tweaked.

Let me tell ya about my friends

I mentioned some of them already...Susan, Jackie, Neecy, Kat, Wendy and Devon. But there are so many others...

Boops. She's such a gentle spirit. This is a woman who takes pride in her family (especially her little grandson). She's supported me even when I've been a yutz. I think she's an angel.

B&B. They've been my friends through all kinds of things and have always stood by me. I'm very proud of them right now, in case they needed to hear this.

Diana, my friend and neighbor. She makes me laugh.

*sigh* I miss my cat. Her name was Abbigail and she was my very best friend. I had her for almost 9 years. Things just always seemed easier when she was here to rub on.

I am my own novel

Do not judge my pages because my cover looks like one you've seen before. Within the cover of my book, are pages full of things you've never read before. There are joys and sorrows the likes of which you have never seen and adventures you'd never even dreamed of. Each story within is as different as the snowflakes that fall in winter.

I am unique. I am an individual. Just because you know one bi-polar person does not mean you've met us all. Perhaps we read that this one killed himself, that one murdered her children or perhaps this one tried to take over the world. It doesn't mean I would do those things, or even think them. Perhaps this one has a normal life, or that one take five different medications and is stable. That doesn't mean that they are like me. We're all different. Stop trying to lump us in to one form.

I am like the spots on a leopard, the stripes on a zebra or my own thumbprint. There is no one else in the world like me, and I resent any implication otherwise.

Forum woes

I belong to an online forum. Well actually I belong to a few of them, but only one is really worth venting about. The others are sort of lala fluffy stuff.

There are four particular people on my online forum that I cannot STAND. Here they will be reffered to as...

Forum Nazi (FN)
Big Dunce (BD)
Melting Whore (MW)
Sea Witch (SW)

FN, she's got to be the most power tripping person I've had the displeasure of being around, even if just online. FN corrects us like we're children and excuses her behavior because in real life "its my job". Yet she loves to put me in my place, and the fact that I have a varifiable emotional disorder isn't good enough. She was part of the whole controversy which cost several friends (because they left our forum). I think she got exactly what she wanted though, POWER.

I'm still stunned that BD has ANY friends. Can't they tell that she's got an empty skull? She's completely superficial. She can't confront anyone really difficult for her. She'll take on the lesser stuff, but leaves the bigger things to other people. Oh, she'll go running off to someone who shouldn't even be involved and whine about something I said, but she KNOWS she can't take me on, coward. I'd shred her, and I think she's afraid to have the mirror turned on her. UGH, it's like being forced to stay in the same room as a squealing balloon.

MW, nasty little sasquatch! Bed hopping troll. I've never EVER met someone who could be so nice to your face and so evil behind your back. But what do you expect from someone who can't even be honest to a judge? I have no respect for liars. I have no respect for someone who will PROUDLY prance thier immoral life around. *shudder*

Ahhh SW...she who stirred things up with the others, and lied about just how much she helped. Got no respect for someone who backstabs thier own.

I know I'm a bitch. You don't have to tell me that. But I am also FIERCELY loyal to my friends. I expect any "friend" to behave in the same way. If you aren't capable of that basic human courtesy, they you don't belong in polite company. So, since I am not allowed to speak my mind in the forum I love (because I do love it there), I'll speak it here. If you see yourself here and don't like what I've said...tough nougies. I'll delete your comments too if you try to complain, because HERE I'm the boss. I take no shit and I pull no punches. This is the only warning you'll get.

Now, there are some absolutely great chicks there too.

Susan. She's probably Christianity personafied for me. Sweet, loving, gentle and kind hearted. She hardly speaks ill of anyone! I love her to pieces.

Jackie. I probably feel closest to her. I've had friends for longer, but Jackie is...home. We've got so much in common. We're Bama gals. Similar morals, beliefs and sense of humor (ok so I'm funnier hehe). I love her like a sister and cherrish her friendship.

Neecy. My beautiful, special angel. She's gone through so much and she's so strong. I have such an admiration of what she has accomplished and the fact that she continues to shine. Recently I've discovered that we don't have the same belief in God. It hurts my heart but it doesn't take away from my love for her. I just pray a lot more. She's another that I consider to be a best friend.

Kat. Kat, Kat, Kat. I really didn't expect to like her quite so much. She's the sort of plain spoken person that I often admire, but usually am too afraid to get near. See, she'd put me in my place quicker than bug snot. Being bi-polar, I am incredibly oversensitive. But Kat, she doesn't pick at that. She'll tell me what I need to hear, but in a way that I can swallow. Not everyone can do that, but our Kat can. I swear, if her man doesn't marry her soon I'm going to have to beat on him! I think she deserves the world.

Devon and Wendy. They have to go together in the same space. They're pretty good buddies to each other. Devon just had a darling baby girl, Wendy is newly pregnant. They're both very sweet to me.

There's more, depending on the day. But these are the ones that stick out right now. I've got other friends, on other forums. I may post about them from time to time too. Today I have someone in my heart and mind, praying for her continued strength and courage in the battle for her life. I'll pay her the respect and not mention her by name, because I know she wouldn't like it.