Ignore.

I could scream at the top of my lungs. And none of you would hear it.

Why does coming here always feel like a torment??

I stole it from Trish.

I usually don't...but why not?? Heck, I'll even TAG some people. Hm, who reads this often enough to be worth tagging?? Laggin...Nick...Rowan...

TEN things you wish you could say to TEN people right now.

1. If not for you, the sun wouldn’t rise to light up my world.
2. You wouldn’t have believed me ten years ago, but I miss your cooking.
3. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have this job, and I wouldn’t be the person I am today as a result.
4. You never cease to amaze me.
5. I miss my pancakes. And Dexter.
6. I’m glad we have no regrets.
7. It’s nice to have girlfriends. (Okay, I cheated, that for several people.)
8. Thank you for making her happy.
9. Keep the shit up, bitch, and I’ll make you regret the day you stabbed her in the back.
10. If you ever need a sitter again, I’ve got a nice roomy cage that needs to be used.

NINE things about yourself.
1. I miss him.
2. I will write till I die.
3. I am plagued by kitties.
4. I hate cleaning. So I do it once every two months.
5. I love this job.
6. I can’t wait to be a mommy.
7. I can never stop myself from buying books, no matter how broke I am.
8. I love food.
9. I love to give to people as much as I love to receive.

EIGHT ways to win your heart.

1. Sweet kisses.
2. Warm hugs.
3. Constant laughter.
4. Equal parts teaching and learning from each other.
5. Optimism.
6. Respect.
7. And open mind.
8. Affectionate gestures.

SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot.

1. Rich.
2. Work.
3. School.
4. Money.
5. Cats.
6. Food.
7. Rich. Ha ha.

SIX things you do before you fall asleep.

1. Watch TV or read.
2. Chat with Rich.
3. Scoop the catbox.
4. Double-check my alarm.
5. Play Spider Solitaire.
6. Brush my teeth.

FIVE people who mean a lot to you at the moment.

1. Rich.
2. Parents. (If Trish can cheat, so can I.)
3. Trish.
4. Cats. (Heh.)
5. Leach.

FOUR things you really enjoy doing.

1. Reading.
2. Writing.
3. Getting out and doing stuff with people.
4. Working.

THREE things you absolutely hate:

1. Cleaning the catbox.
2. Dealing with stupid people.3. Explaining, yet again, why I got a divorce.

TWO places you want to travel to that you've never been before.

1. United Kingdom. All of it.
2. Spain. (Italy, too, but I’m going there soon!!!!)

ONE confession.
1. I still have all of my Pokémon cards…and, once in a blue moon, I pull them out and look at them. And I still like the original Gameboy games, ha ha.

Thank God for IM.

But, goodness, how frustrating.

Today I am happy.

It was sunny out. Cold, but sunny. Every assessment went smoothly. Even the last one, which is the reason for the happiness. Because if JB and I had walked in there unhappy and it had gone badly, we would have been miserable for hours and hours afterward. But we walked in happy, and walked out happy, and got out of work early (?!) And I just woke up from a nap, and I'm talking to The Boyfriend, and wearing my new jewelry, and have already bought my ticket to see Twilight tonight. And it's the weekend, and I'm so relieved. I can sleep in tomorrow. Thank God.

My witty fourth-grader.

(Sorry if I threw you off with the last post. The current state of existence may not be ideal, it's fine with me. I like it when work keeps me busy, I feel productive. And with the workload being what it is, it was inevitable for it to intrude on the rest of my life. It's fine, it's just for this month.)

I showed up for tutoring a bit late, but Mary was waiting for me. The girl who joined us last time, Katie, joined us again. This girl is silly. And I don't mean silly like the way I am with friends or co-workers when we've had too much caffeine. I mean, silly as far as her mentality. I'm not sure this girl really takes anything too seriously. She always seemed more concerned with what was going on two table away then with what was going on with the worksheet in front of her. Mary doesn't seem fond of her at all, judging by this little interchange.

"Wait, I'm getting my stuff!" says Katie.

"Take your time," I respond.

"Yes, please," mutters Mary. Woah, Mary, where is this coming from??

From there, Mary continued to subtly but doggedly antagonize Katie, which I secretly found amusing between admonishments to play nice. Mary is even sarcastic!! I like this kid more and more.

Rich send me a beautiful jewelry set, matching necklace, ring, and earrings, opal set in silver. I love it!!

Math class was canceled tonight. So I will be social. And I will wear my new jewelry.

To live would be an awfully big adventure.

It has come to my attention that there are a handful of people who check my blog on a fairly regular basis. Some might even go as far as to label them "fans". Huh. So I figured, I haven't updated in a minute, and these "fans" may be wondering what's up.

Work.

There's your update. Work and school are those most productive things in my life at this time. I do not cook. I do not clean. I live on my couch. My social activities are limited. Very...very...limited.

Monday: Eleven-hour work day. Two-and-a-half hours of school.
Tuesday: Ten-and-a-half-hour work day. Two hours of school.
Wednesday: Eleven-hour work day. Two-and-a-half hours of school.

I get to work early to get ready for the day's inspections. I stay late to get ready for the next day's inspection. I go to school. I sit on my couch and think about nothing in particular, do nothing in particular. I get a few hours of sleep. And I start all over the next day.

I do not live. I merely exist.

Veterans galore.

My dad, my uncles, my aunt, my boyfriend...I'm surrounded!!

And damn proud of every one of them.

Do you have a veteran??

Confessions, Part VII.

I am madly in love with a man who lives thousands of miles away, a man I won't see for many, many months, a man I miss like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.

Confessions, Part VII, section b: I totally jacked that last bit from the Heath Ledger film, First Knight. Ha ha...but it totally applies!!

Speechless.

I just saw a commercial for a medical-type center. The commercial had a song. The song went like this...

"Midwest Hem-ah-roid Center / Don't suffer in silence."

I had an overwhelming urge to drive a pencil deep into my brain.

Davi's Magic Wall.

From my election night party. I made my very own Magic Wall.

Fourth graders are pretty goddamn smart.

I was tutoring the usual kid, a bad ass little girl that I shall call Mary. Today, a little girl I shall call Katie joined us, because her tutor totally bailed. I had brought some candy with, because Mary's parents believe Halloween is The Devil. The two girls bickered over the a piece of really hot gum, and Katie won it. So I promised Mary one, and she immediately began an epic argument about this piece of gum being similar to that one, or that piece of gum not being in the same family of gum. I told her the gum I would be giving her was chewing gum, as opposed to bubble gum, because it doesn't blow bubbles. And she said...

"Then make it make bubbles, add some dishwasher liquid."

Jesus H Christ, why didn't I ever think of that?!

Yes...we did.

I called it, with 353 electoral votes. I can't find the Missouri, Indiana, and North Carolina results for some reason, but the only state I called wrong was North Dakota.

What the fuck are you doing reading my blog?!

GO OUT AND FUCKING VOTE!!!!

Let's play catch up!!

What's new with me?? What's new with you??

Ugh, work assessments coming up in November. I'm gonna be running around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to help other chickens find their heads...and remove them from their assholes. Heh. I think JB would agree with me on this, even if she wouldn't say it aloud.

Tutoring is more fun each time I go. I like the little girl, she's shy but nice. I've been trying to help her with her multiplication tables. I think we made a breakthrough today.

Halloween tomorrow, woot!! I need to go buy me a new sword for my pirate costume. The Brother may dress as Waldo and jump in on every photo opportunity. How hilarious is that gonna be??

On Tuesday night, while I was in class, someone stole my Obama-Biden car magnet. I was furious when I discovered the theft, but my dad chilled me out with this insightful thought: "They can steal your car magnet, but they can't steal your vote." Thanks, Dad.

And lastly, a message from my favorite Dirty Pirate:

Hi All,

During Movember (the month formerly known as November) I'm growing a Moustache. That's right I'm bringing the Mo back because I'm passionate about tackling men's health issues and being proactive in the fight against prostate cancer.

To donate to my Mo you can either:

Click this link https://www. movember. com/us/donate/donate-details. php?action=sponsorlink®o=1518841&country=us and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account, or
Write a check payable to the ‘Prostate Cancer Foundation', referencing my Registration Number 1518841 and mailing it to:
Prostate Cancer Foundation
Attn: Movember
1250 Fourth St
Santa Monica, CA, 90401

All donations are tax-deductible to the extent permitted by law.

The money
raised by Movember is donated directly to the Prostate Cancer Foundation which will use the funds for high-impact research to find better treatments and a cure for prostate cancer.

Did you know:

Prostate cancer is the most common non-skin cancer in the US with one in six American men developing the disease and more than 28,000 men dying of the disease every year.
African American men and those with a family history of prostate cancer are twice as likely to develop the disease and should have regular annual testing starting at 45. All other men should commence testing at 50.
Prostate cancer is 90% curable if detected and treated early.
For those
that have supported Movember in previous years you can be very proud of the impact it has had and can check out the details at:
[ Fund raising Outcomes ].

Movember culminates at the end of month Gala Partés. If you would like to be part of this great night you'll need to purchase a [ Gala Parté Ticket ].

Thanks for your support,

David Michael

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More information is available at http://www. movember. com/.

Movember is proudly grown by Canadian Club and Philips Norelco.

Movember is proud to support the Prostate Cancer Foundation

Stop saying you're sorry.

Because I'm only sorry about the actual divorce part. I don't regret the rest of it. I don't regret meeting the Ex, or marrying him. I'm a better person today for knowing him. I learned a lot about myself and who I want to be. And we still keep in touch.

I am happier than I've ever been. If you must pity me, which I would detest, do so only when I am unhappy. And right now, the only unhappiness in my world is the long-term separation from the one I love best in the world. But we're in this together, and that makes me happy.

So please. Stop telling me you're sorry when I inform you that I have gone from Mrs to Ms. I like being a Ms...for now.