For Glow

Part 2, The (long) Conclusion

When I left off, I was actually on the phone with the anonymous caller. After assuring me I was not in danger, the caller said, "this is Justin, I got your number from Krissi". Justin is my brother's friend. The one who was with him that night in the hot tub. I was relieved, but also pretty angry. I laughed (from the relief) and then told him I was not happy about it. I asked him to turn off the voice changer, but he said he couldn't once he was on the phone. He then told me he routinely calls girls, with the disguised voice, to say the things he wants to, but doesn't feel the courage to say. Then he asked me a very crude question. I was completely baffled, and began to grow uncomfortable again. I don't know Justin very well personally, but had only heard very good things about him. This didn't sound *anything* like the Justin I knew, or had heard about. He began to say things suggesting he thought I had "feelings" for him. He said he felt the same way. So at this point, I realized he was insane. Not at ALL the person everyone thought he was.

There was just no way Justin could actually have "feelings" for me, nor could he have really thought *I* had feelings for him. We had been at many of the same gatherings (at our friend Jennifer's house), and we had talked to each other a bit, but never had any major conversations. For him to imply otherwise seriously concerned me.

I knew I had to tell my brother, and the female friends we have. I was on the phone with him for a few minutes, trying to be polite, and trying to get off the phone. I kept waiting (and hoping) for him to say it was all a joke. I finally told him he must be drunk, and I didn't want to talk to him while he was like that, and that the voice changer freaked me out. I told him I would talk to him tomorrow. I was holding out hope that it was a joke, or that at least he would take some of the things he said, back, the next day. I called my friend again and told her everything. While we were talking, Justin called back 4 more times. These are the messages he left: (I obviously didn't answer)

"I really want to talk to you, why aren't you picking up?"

"Answer the phone next time I call, I have something really really important to tell you, and I can't say it tomorrow. I have to tell you now while I have the courage. Answer the phone."

"I really need to talk to you. Are you with him?"

"Why are you choosing him over me? I don't understand. I thought you said you were really into me."

(all the calls were made with the voice changer on)

"Him" was my husband, I guess. In order to get off the phone the time I talked to him, I had said something about being home now, and that my DH was waiting for me. I said it in the hopes of deterring him from calling again. In reality, my husband had been in bed for hours and had no idea what was going on. I was Freaked. Out. I was shaking and felt like vomiting. I thought this man was completely insane. I went to bed that night, but didn't really sleep. I was scared, and completely baffled. I also didn't know whether to blow this guys world apart by alerting all his (our mutual) friends that he seemed to be completely mentally unstable.

The next morning, my brother called me. He said he thought he knew who had left me the scary messages. I asked who, and he said "Jennifer". Apparently Justin called him and said he had received some weird calls that night, too. I was very upset, thinking that Justin was obviously not going to take responsibility, and I was not about to let Jennifer take the blame for this. I decided to call Krissi, thinking if I could confirm that Justin called her for my number, it would prove he called me.

When I got Krissi on the phone, she immediately apologized for "the joke she and Jennifer played on me last night". So that was it. It was my own friend Jennifer, and not Justin, who had done that to me. Worse yet, it was almost noon and Jennifer had made no effort to let me know that Justin was not, indeed, a psychotic stalker/killer/maniac. I was furious. I am furious.

I was so convinced that it had been Justin, that I had gone as far as looking at some photos I have of him (the next morning), and convinced myself he even looked crazy! I had genuinely believed that my safety was in question, and was already planning on making sure nobody was going to give out my address. I wish you all could *hear* the messages. They were really just like something out of a movie. The creepiest thing I have ever heard.

That day, I avoided a call from Jennifer. She left me a voice mail and made no mention of the night before, or what she had done. She did tell me to call her, because she needed to talk to me. I was too upset to call her. I had already let Krissi (who I don't know that well) know how upset I had been. I made it very clear. Later in the day I had dinner plans with my DD and another mother and a friend of DD's. As I was walking out the door, Jennifer (with her DH and kids in the car) drove up to my house. She was all smiles and was "dropping by to give me a love note", she said. The note said nothing important, just that they were in the area and wanted to leave me something to say hi. I was so caught off guard by seeing her, that I didn't say anything about what I knew. In fact, I'm not sure I said *anything*. It all happened so quickly. She handed me the note, and left. I think I just smiled and said "bye". I really do suck at being visibly angry at people. What a faker I was. *sigh*

Anyways, a few minutes later, I got a call from her, which I ignored. Her voice mail was her saying that Krissi just let her know that I knew, and now she understood why I had ignored her calls that day. She said she was "so sorry, never meant to scare me, didn't think I'd be that scared, blah, blah, blah".

She called again, saying she would leave me alone after the last message, but this time she was crying, telling me I had been such a good friend to her, and again, she hadn't known I would freak out. She did sound genuinely horrified by what she'd done.

During the day (before Jennifer's calls) I called Justin and let him know what she had done. I wanted to know if she had impersonated *me* to him. THAT would have pissed me off even more. Apparently, she didn't. He laughed it off, maybe because he's a guy? He wasn't as scared by any of it. Of course, she had told him she was a female...so maybe he didn't feel as threatened. I don't know.

I probably should have made this a three part story, sorry it's so long. I wish there was some way to convey how upset I was by the whole thing. Thinking this guy (Justin) was insane (did I mention that my brother wants to get a place with him?) and thinking I was in danger...knowing she didn't clear it all up right away, it was all so much to take in. I never should have had to go to bed thinking the things I thought.

I sent Jennifer an email, saying that I needed some time before talking to her about this. I let her know how upset I was (am).

So, what do you think? I think I need to get over it, and forgive her. I have a feeling her husband thinks it's all funny (though that is just a guess). I know she called many people that night (including her DH) and nobody else reacted as badly as I did. Though I do believe I was the only female she called.

The worst part was thinking it was Justin. I would rather have thought it was an anonymous caller, just pulling a prank. Having it be someone I knew, and knowing he would say the menacing things, followed by his "confession" that he liked me, made it all feel more dangerous to me.

May have been one of the scariest nights of my life.

p.s. the title "which is worse?" was referring to thinking it was an anonymous caller, or thinking it was someone I knew.

Which is worse? Part 1, of Friday night:

On Friday night, I was at my mom's house having a Cookie Lee jewelry party. There were lots of people there, and it went well. The only awkward part was when I had to pretend to leave, in order to get another woman (Jennifer) to leave. She likes my brother and he was there with a friend, out in the hottub, and we were getting the feeling that this girl wasn't going to leave until she had no choice. So I made the kids come with me, and we left. It was 11pm. She left too, so I doubled back to my mom's, to help clean up. When I got back, I went out to the hottub to tell my brother that Jennifer was gone. I was there for a couple hours after that, cleaning up. At around 11:45, my cell phone rang and it was a "private number" so I let it go to voicemail. I checked the message right after that, and this is what it said;

"call me back, bitch".

The voice was very strange. Almost inhuman, I thought. A little while later, it rang again. This time it said, (the message on voice mail)

"I told you to call me back. This is your second warning. Do not disappoint me. You know who this is. I know you're there."

I turned my cell phone on silent after this. I was sure it was either a crank call, or a wrong number. I knew it wasn't actually for me. I had let my parents and brother hear the first two messages, and didn't want them to worry anymore. As I was leaving their house, I checked and had a third message. This one sounded even more menacing and angry.

"Why aren't you answering your phone? I told you to call me. This is not a joke. If I have to call you again, you will regret it"

The words were very enunciated and annoyed. I was getting scared. I called my friend to talk to as I drove home, and to tell her about the calls. She didn't answer her phone. She called me right back though, and I answered it. The problem? She always comes up as a "private caller" too, so I assumed it was her. It wasn't. I had just answered the phone to the psycho killer. This time he said the same things about me not calling him back, that I was supposed to, and that I now had to "watch my back". I kept saying "hello?" in a friendly, unfrightened way, thinking if whoever it was didn't think I could hear him, or that I wasn't scared, that maybe that would deter him. He must have been caught off guard by this, because he hung up right away.

Immediately after, my friend called me back (the one I had tried to call). I told her what was going on and we talked about it as I drove home. The freak called my phone again while I was talking to my friend. I let it go to voicemail. I said I was going to answer it the next time, and say "hello" over and over and then in a nice friendly voice, say, "I can't hear you, so I'm turning my phone off...sorry". I assumed by now the caller was using a voice changer thing. He sounded just like the psycho killers in the movies, do. I thought maybe he would think it was not working properly if I didn't sound scared and then turned the phone off.

So, a couple minutes later, I get another call. I answered it. I started my "hellos" and the voice asked me, "Are you scared? Are you afraid?" a couple times. I didn't answer him. I was quiet. Then he said, "don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. Nobody's going to hurt you".

I listened in silence, without responding to him. I halfway expected him to say, "you're on scare tactics" or something like that (scare tactics was a short lived hidden camera show that I liked, where they would scare the carp out of people and then right before they revealed it was a joke, they would ask the 'victim' "are you scared?"). But he didn't. In the next few minutes, I would go from relief, to anger, to discomfort, and then to fear again.

I'll finish the story tomorrow.

Look over there!! It's ET! *gigglefit*

*sprays febreeze all over blog*

Ok, enough of that other, stinky post. :)

Two things to say tonight:

American Idol ... I am in love with Blake Lewis. I was really hoping, before he even started singing, that he *could* sing, since I liked his silly beat boxing thing. Then he blew me away. As of right now, I'm rooting for him. I also liked Jared. *waves to Jen* I'm not good with names yet, so I'll add more after the group has thinned out some. The girls tonight? Hmm...not sure yet. A couple stood out, but I don't know their names. I do really like the one girl, Alaina I think. I think she's cute. Yes, I'm being shallow here. Sue me.

Second thing,... I was thinking about grammar school memories yesterday and today, and wondered how many of you remember your K - 6 years as well I as I do. I guess I remember the most from 3 - 6 (grades), to be honest. For some reason, I remembered out of the blue yesterday, that I used to lie to kids all the time. I convinced one girl I was related to Wonder Woman and could fly (among other powers). I used to make crap up all the time. And kids believed me! *proud smile* <--completely embarrassed by this.

I convinced my cousins I was color blind after falling off the trampoline. They held up all kinds of things and asked me to name the color.
I convinced my older brother and cousin that I saw a creature resembling ET in the field behind her house. And these people believed me! Ha!

So confess, what bad things did you do when you were little?

Once upon a time....

My house smelled like something had died in it. And it was really freaking me out. I thought I had the smell cornered, so I looked under every couch cushion, behind the couches, under the couches, in the magazine rack thingy...everywhere. The smell would get worse after the heat kicked on. I was about to go insane, when I got the good news. The kids found the source of the smell. It was a decomposing bird that the (bad) cat brought in and left behind DS's bedroom door. His room is right behind the living room, so my senses were not that off. Anyhow, since he never closes his door, it went unnoticed. How sad is that? I still can't understand how it didn't smell worse in his room, but whatever. The good thing is, it's gone now. :) *breathes deeply in the clean air*

The End.





Anything new with you?

*whew*

::disclaimer::

It's not my fault I live in California and the weather was in the low - mid 70s this weekend. /disclaimer

So, on Saturday morning, DH was at work and the kids and I didn't know what to do. We decided on having a picnic in the park, followed by some soccer and tossing the football around. We went to Wal-Mart first to buy two new soccer balls. I guess that makes much more sense than buying a pump and reviving the existing soccer balls we keep in the backyard. They each picked a new one, and off we went. Then we hit Bel Air (grocery store) to get picnic-ish type food. Strawberries, blackberries and lunchables (gag).

Have you ever felt so happy about doing something that you foolishly believe for a moment that you are about 10 years younger and about 25lbs lighter? That was me. I got my butt kicked (not by the kids, just by playing too hard). DS *did* say he was surprised I had "such a strong arm", lol! After playing at the park, we met my dad on the nature trail and then went to another park, where we played a little more. By the end of the day, I'm pretty sure I was limping. It felt good though. That night I went to dinner with my cousin. I didn't get home until after 10pm, so it was a long day.

Sunday was pretty uneventful, I guess. Beautiful out, though! Went to a chinese place called Panda Buffet. Totally not my thing. I won't go back. And that's after buying for myself, my brother and our children (four total) and it costing $54! Expensive lesson. Oh well.

So backtracking a bit; on Thursday I got a special package in the mail. *smile* It had a beautiful giftbag full of goodies from Bath and Body works. I? Now smell like a Red Hot (the candy) but with a slightly sweeter, softer smell mixed in. And my lips are tasty too! *red hot smooch*

I must be the luckiest girl on earth to have a Valentine like her! *besa to my Valentine*

p.s. I have not switched to new blogger yet. I fear I will lose my current blog layout. :(

"Darn city kids..."

*sigh* I miss the way my grandfather would mumble that under his breath every time we messed something up on his farm. Couldn't seem to pluck the chickens good enough, I refused to drink milk from the cow, was afraid of the geese... goodness I could go on about the way I just couldn't cut it. /reminiscing]

Today, I was out on the nature trail with the kids and my dad, when I spotted a small fish that had died in a dried up hole (recent rains had moved everything around). I pointed it out to the kids, and we kept going. On the way back, I pointed it out again (umm, we don't see a lot of wildlife here in the city, so it was pretty exciting stuff) and this time, DD noticed that it was still alive! I thought it was a tiny baby guppyish type fish, so I told her to grab it and let it go in the water. She went to it, and grabbed it's tail, when it started wiggling all over the place. She screamed and dropped it. She kept trying, while I kept encouraging her, thinking "this is really good for her, stinkin' little city kid". Finally, DS decided to be the big man and do it. Umm, no. Same scenario. Fish wiggled, kid screams. *sigh* So, what was I supposed to do? I walked over to the cute little thing and showed them how to do it. Except umm, it started wiggling, and I screamed...and uh, yeah. So now I decide to grab a big clump of grass, thinking if I use the grass to wrap around the slimy fish, maybe I can do it. It didn't work. By now, DD and dad have long since left DS and I, and I can't bring myself to let the fish die. I have now determined that it is a catfish, and I know they can live in mud for days, so I have high hopes that it will survive, if only it could be moved to the water. I keep looking for another person to come by, but no such luck.

So I try again, and this time, the little son of a bitch STINGS me with it's nasty baby whisker! WTF!? I had no idea that catfish stings hurt so bad! And that they make you bleed! It was not a life-threatening sting, but really I was lucky that it was a baby, otherwise, who knows? I had to wipe my finger on my jeans 4 times to get the blood off. I felt pretty weak after that, prolly from the blood loss. /drama]

I was about to give up (really, after it almost killed me, was I obligated to save it's ungrateful ass?) when I spotted a plastic bag on the ground a few yards away (darn litterbugs). This time, I used the bag to protect me from touching the fish, and I was able to pick him up! I quickly dropped him into the water, and DS and I high-fived each other, and started singing The Fray's "How to Save a Life". *dorky grin*

So that? Was our big adventure. *looks all proud*

Oh! And one more thing, my son's basketball team won today's game 73 - 52! Go Bears!

Making the switch

I guess I am going to switch over to the new blogger. I hate wondering when it's going to force me, and I hate not having any control. *sigh* Stupid blogger.

In other (random) news, I have decided that someday I want to try gumbo. Does it have to have shrimp in it? I don't think I can do shrimp. I also want to try Thai food.

And I want to get a real job. I want to be self-sufficient. I don't want to worry about whether I can take care of myself and my children, should the need arise. I'm thinking of applying for a state job, but dear god the website is so overwhelming.

I'm feeling a bit out of sorts lately, and hope to find some peace soon. I don't think I mentioned that I am no longer speaking to my parents. I know I will have to soon, but not yet. I have never been more disgusted with them than I have been this week. Apparently, because I am their child, I have no right to privacy and my life should be an open book. Especially if they don't approve of my friends. So when mom asks me an open ended question and I asked her why she wanted to know, I was displaying a "bad attitude" and it was cause to worry. It was then ok for her to yell at me and be rude and sarcastic, all while I have to force myself to be respectful, since I *am* the child after all.
You know when kids yell "I hate you" to the parent? I never did that once when I was a kid. Now that I'm 31? It's what I was thinking while talking to her. Here's a laugh, she accused me of wanting to "cut her out of my life" just because I said I wanted to be independent of my parents. OK, that was enough about her.

Guess I needed to vent, lol.

I also wanted to say Happy Valentine's Day to all my blog friends. And a special one to Jen. *smooches Jen* I got an early Valentine's gift already. It is a heavenly scented coconut vanilla candle from B&BW. For some reason, it smells really sexy to me. *sniff - swoon*

*waves to Nookie*

This is me in the only bridesmaid dress I have a picture in (thank goodness!). It was dark green and quite hideous. The sleeves were all poofy and I think it was actually made of taffeta. Made lots of noise as you walked, lol! I'm pretty sure this was in 1993. Oh! And I'm wearing a ruffly hair clip, too! I blacked out my face because, well, I wanted to. I *hate* this picture of me. I think I was squinting from the sun or something. I remember dancing to the B-52's at the wedding. Love Shack, I think. :)

The Sex Monster

God I miss the days of the Cookie Monster and Grover.

I am so freaking out inside over the fact that my babies are getting older. I was talking recently to a friend who has a 13 year old and we were discussing the fact that kids that age are likely hearing things at school, very graphic things even, of a sexual nature. We were wondering whether *hearing* things about sex is really harmful, even if we know they are not engaging in any of them.

I am hellbent on preventing my kids (for as long as possible) from being exposed to these things. I *know* I can't control what they are hearing from their friends, but I can control what they watch, what they listen to, and even their friends (how much time they spend with them), to an extent. I believe that when they are regularly being exposed to words or phrases, it eventually desensitizes them to the gravity of such actions. My friend, whose daughter is a good kid and so far has not had a serious boyfriend, was talking about getting her "first kiss". My initial reaction was to cringe, because I would want to keep my DD from getting that first kiss for as long as possible. I want the kiss to be 'the big thing' so that other things won't be as tempting.

I am not naive enough to believe that everything will happen as I wish it would, but I do think accepting children having boyfriends and girlfriends at a young age is not wise either. It's cute at 10 or 11, but once they reach 14 or 15, parents start to panic because they realize that the kids now *expect* to have the right to date, and we now see that it's no longer "cute" and instead is scary.

Both of mine know they are not allowed to date until they are least 16, but even then I said it would depend on their grades and how responsible they've proven to be. It's not a "right" in my mind. I also know that they will likely break this rule and try to have one anyways, at school. This rule worked for my parents until I was 17. Even then, they made it damn hard for me to be available to my BF, so having sex didn't come up for a long time after that (over a year).

I don't even know exactly what I'm rambling about. I guess I just needed to write this all out. Anyone have any thoughts or experience with kids and dating/sex? Are they really having sex at a younger age nowadays? Is it true that oral sex has become ordinary and acceptable? That's what I've read. They start middle school next year (holy crap! THIS year!) and I remember all too clearly the things I learned that year. I even remember using the "F" word that year! :o
A 7th grade boy asked me for a blowjob, and another was constantly staring at my oobies, and making comments about them. Other girls were talking about what *&^% tastes like. Good lord, how can I send mine into that atmosphere?
They are babies! Sometimes I wonder if I've done them a disservice by protecting them so much, and now they will be shocked by what they learn/see/hear? I suppose there are no easy answers. *sigh*

Not much to say...

So I'll just post a couple cute pics. The top picture is my nephew, Ryan. He's starting to give us kisses now. :) Is he as cute as I think he is?






And this is my brat, Mokey (his name is actually Smokey, but we call him Mokey, or Mokes).
He looks really small in this pic, but he's actually quite fluffy and large now. The only nice thing I can say about him right now is that he is really pretty. He's usually a nice cat, but lately he's been a bitch.

I have the bridesmaid dress picture but can't figure out how to use the paint program to wash out my face. I'm ok with the dress being ugly, but can't bring myself to post a pic of my 17 year old adolescent self. Also, I'm waiting for Jen, Nookie and Lights to come forward with theirs. *grin*

I might follow Swami's lead and post the purse pics, but I need to clean it out first. :)

Fruit answers

Ok, here are my very carefully thought out interpretations of what your favorite fruits say about you. Please highlight one sentence in your description that you think best describes you, and paste it in the comments. If you disagree with the description, then umm, pick another fruit?


mom2bjm

Apple - If apple is your favorite fruit, you are an extravagant, impulsive & outspoken person, often with a bit of a temper. While you may not be the best organizer yourself, you make a good team leader & are good at taking things forward. You can take quick action in most situations. You enjoy travel immensely. You ooze with charm when you are with your partner. You have an enthusiasm for life, unmatched by most.

HistoryDetective (and maybe Lightsy)

BANANA - You are a softy! Loving, gentle, warm and sympathetic by nature is the banana lover. You often lack in self-confidence & are quite timid by nature. People often take advantage of your sweet temperedness, & sheer vulnerability to a situation. You adore your partner in every which way, both for their mental & physical beauty! Because of the way you are, your relationship is always very much in harmony!

Carey & motormouth (I didn't put it in the comments, but this was my pick)

COCONUT - The coconut lover is a serious, very thoughtful &
contemplative person. Though you enjoy socializing, you are particular about the company you keep. You tend to be stubborn but not necessarily foolhardy. Shrewd, quick-witted & alert, you ensure that you are right on top of any given scenario, especially at work. You need a partner with brains, & while passion is important it certainly isn't everything for you.

Nookie, Jen & Arkie & Seana

PINEAPPLE - You are quick to decide & even quicker to act. You are brave in asking for changes, if that is what is to your advantage. You have exceptional organizing abilities & are undaunted by the size of the task at hand. You tend to be self reliant, sincere & honest in your dealings with others. Though you are not given to making friends very quickly, once you do, it is for life. Your partner is often impressed with your sterling qualities but disappointed in your ability to show affection.

Swami

PAPAYA - You are truly fearless & take much that happens in life in your stride. You give considerable thought to things you do. You have a sense of humor that, along with your generous nature, keeps you in most people's good books. You are a go-getter in
your professional life,& have a knack for being in the right place at the right time. You
enjoy meeting new people & seeing new sights whenever you can. Your sense of humor is what attracts members of the opposite sex to you more than anything else. It is simply charming!

Frodis & Seana

MANGO - A mango lover is a personality to be reckoned with; quite often, you are a person who has quite fixed ideas, & influencing you is not an easy task. You tend to be an extremist with strong likes & dislikes & at times even like to control a situation. You enjoy getting involved in something that presents mental challenge. Strong as you may be, you are like a kitten when you are with your partner. You accommodate the love of your life, & make up for all the strong will elsewhere!

Kim, Bob, MTW, Frodis, Lights and Carey

CHERRY - If cherry is your favorite fruit, life isn't always as sweet for you. You often face ups & downs, particularly professionally & find that you make small sums of $$$, instead of a lump sum. You have a fertile imagination & are often involved in creative pursuits. You are a very sincere & loyal partner, but find that expressing your feeling is not very easy. Your home is your haven, & you love nothing more than being surrounded by close family & your beloved partner.

Nutz and Puffy

PEACH - Like a peach, you enjoy the juice of life & all its lush ripeness! You are the friendly sort, & are quite frank & outspoken, which adds to your charm. You are quick to forgive & forget & value your friendships highly. You have an independent & ambitious streak in you that make you a real go-getter. You are the ideal lover, fiery & passionate but sincere & faithful in love. You don't, however, like to display all that passion in public.

Anyone? *Here is a link to what A custard apple is.*

CUSTARD APPLE - You are a modest & conservative person who can be quite sensitive at times. You tend to be thoughtful & contemplative, & therefore are rarely rash in doing things. You are quite ambitious & are good at anything that requires much detailing or working with numbers. You are quick at finding fault with others. While looking for a partner, you value a person's intellect far above their looks or good old passion. You are quite shy & not very comfortable demonstrating affection.

MTW and Kim

PEAR - If you put your mind to something you can do it successfully, but by & large you tend to be fickle & have trouble completing a task with the enthusiasm you started it with. You need to know the results of your efforts almost immediately. You enjoy mental stimulation & love to get into a good discussion! You tend to be a restless & high-strung person, & are easily excited.
Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect! It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections!

Arkie

ORANGE - If orange is your favorite fruit, it speaks of a person who has enduring patience & will power. You like to do things slowly, but very thoroughly & are completely undaunted by hard work. You tend to be shy, but are reliable & trustworthy friend. You have an aesthetic bend of mind. You select your partner with care &amp; you love with all your heart, & are not in for just a fling. You avoid conflict at all costs.

Pick a Fruit...

Any fruit on the list. Just tell me which fruit you'd most likely choose, if offered one of the following:

1. Orange
2. Apple
3. Banana
4. Coconut
5. Pineapple
6. Papaya
7. Mango
8. Cherry
9. Black Grapes
10. Peach
11. Custard Apple
12. Pear

I'll come back (prolly Monday) and tell you everything I now know about you, based on your pick. *psychic grin*

Oh! I found a hilarious picture of me in a bridesmaid dress. If someone else was willing to post a pic of themself in one of the hideous dresses, I *might* post mine. :)

Blah (as opposed to yesterday's "bleh")

Perhaps it's because I have not had the house to myself since last Friday. Or maybe because my parents meddle too much. Could just be that I've been sick. I dunno, but I feel the "blahs" right now. What do I do to get out of it? Eat chocolate? Listen to some good music? I tried washing dishes tonight and my arms just wouldn't stay up. From having the flu? I guess so. *shrug*

I'm also very bummed that everyone has been forced to switch to the new blogger. I hate change. Now I have to go through that extra step when I read the blogs. And when I comment. Ugh, I sound so lazy, lol.

Ok, this is it. I got nuthin'. *waves to Carey*