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Age: 28
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Thursday, August 06, 2009 
It's been a while, but I just wanted to let everyone know that I very rarely log into myspace anymore.

I can't keep dealing with the slowness of the site, and the shitty coding lagging up my browser and shit. I've sent in complaint after complaint, and even reverted everything back to the basics (the main page content, how it used to be). Using the 2.0 profiles and 2.0 main page was horrid for me. Everything is just crappy, at least for me and it's the only site that is in fact shitty.

So, it's fair to say that myspace is now dead for me. I am however on facebook. See ya!
Monday, April 06, 2009 
Yep, today my son is 8 years old.... EIGHT YEARS OLD *gasp*.... where the heck did my baby go???? =( I pulled out some baby pictures of him earlier *sniffles*. Why do they have to grow up? I don't want him to grow up. I want him to stay my tiny little baby.

Oh, did I mention he has glasses now? Yes, and he looks TOO FREAKING ADORABLE! I'm going to have to take a stick to the girls when he's older, yes.


Last night, his dad and step-mom had a little party for him, and since he lives with his dad, I usually just go and join them for his little parties. It's much easier that way! He got so many awesome toys and gifts! He had a really good birthday and he was really happy with all that he got.

So while everyone conversed, I went upstairs to see what he was up to in his room. He was putting together the Hot Wheels car track set that Gail (his step-mom) got him. It was too neat, and he wanted me to help him put it together, so I somehow got my fat butt on the floor and got to helping him out!.
But let me share the most hilarious and adorable thing that I saw in his room with you all. His room was a disaster (what else would you expect from a boy, huh?) but one of his dressers on the top, I found this:

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and a little note in the back on the blue paper says "Do not touch" in his cute little handwriting. How freaking heartmelting is that? I laughed and just wanted to cry in how absolutely cute it was!
After I took that picture he mentioned that he was also going to put a note that said "no pictures"   where did he get his wit? Hahahahaha!






Saturday, March 28, 2009 
Last night, I took my son to his school carnival. Remember those? They had every room set up with a different game, and you would go in, give them some tickets and play a game and win something. Back then, the prizes were actually really cool!

They're not so cool anymore.

My son and my nephew got an abundance of play dough, pencils, and candy. Along with some little plastic nerf things (obvious dollar store stuff) and some little plastic dinosaurs (the size of pennies, people!). Every room had the same prizes, too. Back in the day, every game had a totally different prize, but not now. Nope they all have the same prizes.

The prizes were obviously things from a while ago too. The pencils were Valentines pencils!

So we fought crowds of people for nothing, really. I mean Austin seemed to have fun except when he kept getting the same prizes over and over again, he'd show a bit of disappointment.
I saw some people I used to go to school with, only one I said "Hi" to. Saw some people I didn't really want to see that stopped and talked to us. Oh and they had two cops there walking around (never had the need for that when I was in school, either) pretty sad huh?

So all I really got out of last night was a numb leg, sweaty, and aggravated at people just stopping and standing in the middle of the aisle. Ha!
Oh well, Austin seemed to have some fun, and he was even good for me!





Monday, February 16, 2009 
Guys, friends, readers, ANYONE, please HELP ME win 1 thousand dollars!
I've entered a contest on Deviant art, it's a t-shirt design battle. I've never entered a contest before, but I could seriously use the money!

Please, if anything, take a look at my entry (page views count!)

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DA on fire by ~DesignHobo on deviantART

And if you have a deviant art account, please, comment, fave, whatever you can, because they go by that too.
Tell your friends, blog this, make a bulletin, whatever you can, I beg of you!
If you want to go the extra mile, make a DA account just to comment and fave!


I really appreciate any efforts made, honestly! You will be remembered by me!


Thursday, February 05, 2009 
I've pretty much given up on the fact that no matter how much I hate pot, because of what became of me while I used, I'm pretty much the only one that doesn't want it legalized. Not one person that I know is on my side of this.
Everyone throws out the whole "medical benefits", but when they allow medicinal purposes, people still complain. So is it really because of that, or because you wish to smoke your brains out without running around your house in a panic that someone is watching you, or you'll get in trouble?
Either way, it doesn't matter to me. The affects of it, aren't my biggest concern about the shit being legalized. MY issue is that people are already irresponsible fucks with it. Just like alcohol, people can't seem to be responsible with it.
You think we have enough people drinking and driving out there? Just wait till they legalize pot, then we'll have to deal with people that are high, more often.
It is a FACT that pot slows your reaction time down a lot. A fact, people. It may be harmless other wise, but I personally, do not want to be on the roads, dealing with already impaired drivers that are drinking, but to deal with more stoned drivers? Seriously, I don't need the added stress.
It would be different if people were actually responsible, but they're not.

I wasn't responsible when I smoked it. There is no way to be responsible while doing something that alters your thought process, whether it's drinking or otherwise. You can't put responsible in the same sentence.
Being responsible means not doing it at all.
When I got high, I didn't do it front of my son, but I did wait until he was asleep. I look back at how I did that, and think "what if something had happened, like the house caught on fire?" At the time, I wouldn't have reacted fast enough! Sure, it relaxes, and takes pain away. For the purpose of relaxing, there are other ways to achieve that.

So, with all of this rambling, since people want it legalized so bad, I'm going to jump out on a limb and say legalize ALL drugs while you're at it, government. Leagalize them all, and get it the fuck over with. We already have alcoholics that drink and drive, and people smoking pot and driving. Why not add to the equation. Just let everyone do what drug they want to do, and get it over with. I don't do drugs, I don't drink, so I couldn't give a fuck less anymore.

Why am I writing this, then? Because I'm tired of fighting about it. From now on, I'm going to be for all drugs.

I don't want to hear your sides of the story. All I have is my story, and it's what I know, and my experience, and you will not change my mind on that. You will never change my mind on that.
I hate alcohol (for a million reasons) and I hate pot (for a million reasons), and for some reason, that makes me a bad person and I can't figure out why.



Tuesday, January 27, 2009 
I'm in a mood =).


I want to tell my boyfriend, Tom, that I love him, and that I appreciate him.


Thank you baby, for not being a loser.
Thank you baby, for having a job, and for sticking to that job.
Thank you baby, for loving me, and not hurting me.
Thank you baby, for not ever laying a bad finger on me.
Thank you baby, for not being an alcoholic, or even a drinker for that matter.
Thank you baby, for not being a smoker.
Thank you baby, for not being a druggie.
Thank you baby, for being so good to my kids.
Thank you baby, for being so respectful to all of the people around you.
Thank you baby, for being there when I need you most.
Thank you baby, for not judging me for what my past holds.
Thank you baby, for thinking I am beautiful, even if no one else thinks so.
Thank you baby, for being what a real man should be.
Thank you baby, for giving me butterflies in my belly, even after 2 years together.
Thank you baby, for being the most gorgeous man in the entire world to me.
Thank you baby, for putting up with everything that comes with me. All of my stresses, and depression, and problems.
Thank you baby, for helping me when I needed help.
Thank you baby, for giving me a way out of this rotten life I lead where I am.
Thank you baby, for sticking it out, through all the times I get mad, or jealous.
Thank you baby, for showing me what real love feels like. If not for you, I'd have never known.
Thank you baby, for making me feel beautiful and not just saying it, to say it.
Thank you baby, for keeping me on my feet and madly in love with you more and more every day.
Thank you baby, for being the quiet, nice, shy, and laid back man that I never knew I always wanted.
Thank you baby, for being someone like my dad. Someone that can fix anything that is broken, someone that can still hold me, and tell me everything will be alright, even if I am an adult. Someone that knows what true love and commitment is, someone that loves me unconditionally.
You're everything to me, my best friend, my life. You complete me.



Tuesday, January 27, 2009 
........

This is really my only place to 'get it
all out', so if you don't mind, I think I'll do that... again.

Of course, this is about that low life
loser that is my brother, who else would be such a pain in my life,
eh?

So, he stole money from my parents
again, while it wasn't something major (it was a shit load of pennies
in a large dish that would have been useful for them in a time of
need), and once again, my mother screamed and told him to leave, etc
etc etc. Of course, she never follows through with it, and he
continues to run the fuck over everyone in this fucking house.




I found out the other day that he owes
them a lot of money still, but get this, he now owes MORE money,
because apparently, my mother has been paying for some fucking boost
cards for his whore girlfriend's phone! Yeah, you heard that right.
So, my mom must spend a shit load on them cards, because they
literally talk ALL fucking day, and damn near ALL night. The bitch
lives 10 minutes from here, and they even work at the same god damned
place! My boyfriend lives 500 miles away, and I don't even talk to
him on the phone that much.

Not only does he do that, but he also
ignores his own fucking son for this bitch and her many kids....

I don't know this cunt, but from what I
understand, she's married? She has 3-4 kids? I'm lost, Andy has said
both of those things and then said he was just kidding. He's such a
lying little bitch. I don't believe anything he fucking says. I
wouldn't be surprised if all of it's true, I mean, she is from Union
City of all fucking places.




I still haven't gotten my fucking
playstation back, and I'm pretty sure I'll never fucking see it. I
swear to all things magical, if he steals one more fucking thing from
me, be it money, or object, I'm turning his fucking ass back in. He
didn't sit long enough in that fucking prison cell and think about
how fucking stupid he is. I should have turned him in when he took my
playstation, better yet, my SON's playstation, since after all, my
son played it more than I did, and I really only had it for him. He
sells his own son's shit for money, for I don't fucking know what,
and don't care to know what. He never fucking leaves this house when
his son isn't around, but damn it if he gets his son, and decides to
fucking take off, leaving his kid here half the time, or at least he
tries to. I refuse to cater to his fucking bullshit, so that leaves
him having to take his kid with him, or just not going anywhere.

I can't fucking wait until March
anymore. I hate that I'll be leaving my own son behind, but at least
when I fucking have him, I stay home with him. I don't ignore him
over anyone else, especially some money draining cunt.

How wonderful for my moronic brother to
get with someone that can't support herself. She must be one proud
bitch. I mean, I could care less that she's obviously using my stupid
brother, because he's a fuck up anyway, and he deserves to be run
into the ground.

He doesn't deserve to have this roof
over his fucking head

I've tried so fucking hard to get my
parents to take my advice and kick his fucking ass out. But all they
do is make excuses for him. How the fuck does he do it? And when I
point out his fucking stupid antics, they just throw my past in my
face, and how I “wasn't the model child either”. Yeah, thanks for
that and all, but since I'm about to graduate from college, and I
work from home, and I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs, I'd appreciate
it not being thrown in my face of what I 'once' did. Thanks!!!

But that's fine, because I'm done. I'm
done trying to help them with a solution to their problems. I'm sick
and tired of it, and now, I just look forward to March. I hate having
to bring my kids into this fucking hole around that fucking loser ass
piece of fucking shit.

I hope he fucks up hardcore with the
wrong fucking people and they shoot his ass, because he fucking
deserves it.


Sunday, January 25, 2009 

Category: Life
........

Sorry for the kick on the whole drug
thing lately, I've been on Digg far too much, ha! Recently there was
an article on whether or not drug testing should be mandatory for
teachers, which can be found here
http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1876840,00.html


Yes, I know it's Time, but it's a
valid argument with many. A lot of commenter's on Digg have expressed
their opinions in whether or not drug testing should be mandatory,
and I've seen “It's my body to do with as I please” thrown around
quite a bit. Let it be known that I have no problems with the rights
and privacy's as a human being, and I agree, it is your body and you
can do what you damn well please with it. My problem, though, is that
when you choose to put a drug into your body, and you decide to go
into public with said drug in your body, it is no longer just your
privacy and right. You're exposing other people, who presumably
choose not to inject drugs into their bodies or be exposed to those
who have. Let's say you feel like getting drunk, while home alone.
Fine, get drunk, it's your home, and I could care less. But wait, you
have decided you're going to go drive. Sure, it's your car, and you
can do what you want in your car, right? To an extent, yes. But now,
you're exposing others to your stupidity. Say you hit someone, and
due to impact of the crash, it kills them. There you are, drunk,
sitting in a smoking car (for some reason, drunk drivers never seem
to get the worst end of the crash, which is something I've never
figured out.) and here, you've killed someone, because you had that
smug view of “it's my body, my car, blah blah” only now, you've
killed someone, who presumably had chosen to not be an idiot, and
drive safely. Where is their right to not have to be exposed to your
stupidity? Where is it? So you have a right to be a dumb ass, but I
don't have a right to not have to deal with you? Tell me how that
works, please.

So, you decide to get high, off of
what, I don't know and I don't care. You're a teacher, and you have
to be at work in 10-20-30 minutes. You get to work, high off your
ass, and walk into your class full of OTHER PEOPLE'S CHILDREN. I
mean, if you're going to get fucked up while watching your own child,
that's one thing (and you should have you kid taken, too), but these
are other people's children. People that trusted you with their
child's lives, trusted you to be their mentor, hero, teacher,
confidant, whatever. So you're all high and shit, suddenly there is a
fire drill. But you're too fucked up to react properly, and
hypothetically, there is a real fire, and some of the kids end up
dead, because of your “right to do whatever you want to your body”.

There is a fine line to privacy and
right. There are rules. If you're going to expose others to your
stupidity, it's no longer your right nor privacy, and that's that.



Sunday, January 04, 2009 
It's not okay to fight in front of your children
It's not okay to call each other names, in front of your children.

Apparently, some people that I know seem to think that it is okay to do all of this
and more in front of their children, and I'm here to say, no, it's not okay.

It's not okay for my kids to grow up, thinking that it's okay to call someone
you claim to love, bad names. It's not okay to hurt someone you claim to love, either.

A perfect example?
My daughters father. (yes, I know I mention it a lot, but what he did to me, will
always be in my mind. It will never go away. So as a PSA to all of you, I bring it up.).

My son is a good example of why you should never do this stuff in front of your kids, as well.

Every once in a while, Austin will bring up that time back when him, myself, his sister and the asshole were all sitting at the table, eating supper. I don't remember
what started the argument between the asshole and I, hell if I breathed wrong, he'd flip his lid.
So, all I remember is that we started to argue over something.
In the midst of all his psychotic rage, the asshole got up from the table and picked up a 2x4 piece of wood that had been propped up against the wall (I'm not even sure why it was there), and he proceeded to hit me in the head and arm with it. In front of my children no less. And I'm sure there was some horrible names that he threw in there as well, honestly, all I remember is him hitting me with that wood.

My son also remembers it. Very well in fact.

I think a little piece of me dies every time Austin says:

"I remember that time that Ray took that piece of wood and hit you with it".

It breaks my heart that he remembers it.

I know there were many other times that the asshole did bad things to me in front of my son, but that one time really sticks out in his head.

My point is, this is why it's not okay to fight or call names in front of your kids. They pick this shit up. I don't want my kids to think that it's okay to do this to someone they claim to love, either.

I would never in a million years, call Tom a name in the middle of our arguments.
First, I can never even get that mad at him. No matter what he does to piss me off.
Second, he could never be any name that I'd dream of ever calling him.

He's not an asshole
He's not a jerk
He's not mean to me
He's not lazy
He's not worthless
He's not a bum
He's not disrespectful

He's not a damn one of those.
I've jokingly called him an ass or asshole before, but I don't say it in front of my kids, and I certainly would never mean it
He'd never dream of calling me a name either. In the 2 years we've been together, and all of our tiny little arguments and couple of huge arguments, we've never ever called each other a name.


Someone told me that they watched their parents grow up fighting, and that their fine, so they know it doesn't do anything to their kids.
The funny part is, they don't realize that because they think it's "okay", that's what they picked up. They picked up that it's okay to do this shit in front of your kids.
They think it's okay to call your partner names.

My parents never fought in front of me or my brother. If they did, it was hardly anything I can recall.
They never EVER called each other a bad name.
They are the example of love.
And because of them, I know what real love is.

Although I can't say the same for my brother, but then again, he's not all there....
If you have a mental condition, or had one all your life, then you're exempt from this...
Lol.

Anyway, so, yeah.
Another good example using the asshole again... his parents (according to him and from what I've seen) used to fight in front of him, and his dad actually used to hit his mother in front of him.
His family says he's always had anger issues.

Gee... you don't think maybe he picked it up from his parents, do yah?
He now thinks it's okay to hit women, treat them like shit, and tell them what to do.
Thursday, January 01, 2009 
Wow, first allow me to mention that I do not drink alcohol, so no drinking here tonight... secondly, I am staying in, because there are stupids out!
I will go ahead and say that if you drink and drive tonight, may you crash, hit a pole or tree, and die.

Harsh?

Damn right bitches, because there is no sense in it.

Now, onto my next random babble, and you all are going to get a good laugh out of this, I swear.

So, I ended up taking the plunge and refomatting my desktop computer. It's a ghastly process, and if you've had to do it, you know what it's like.

So, I deleted everything, and decide (through my hunny's advice on how he set it up) to do Windows on the C partition, and use the D partition to put all my stuff on.
I get Windows installed, and in order to use my D partition, I have to format it to NTFS. So I start the format process. We're talking 445GB here, so it's going to take FOREVER.

Now here's where the funny part comes in.

I am on my laptop, which is here in front of my desktop monitor. The keyboard to the desktop is under the laptop in the pull out tray thing.
So naturally, it's acceptable to accidentally start typing on the desktop keyboard only to realize ... wrong one.
But you see, the formatting process is focused on the desktop, so when I hit enter, it cancels.
Yes, I did this and it canceled my process after an hour and not even half way done. I was slightly aggravated. But, I started it back up

Wait, it gets funnier...

So now, 2 hours later, it's over half way!
What does my dumb ass do? Accidentally start typing on the god damn desktop keyboard, canceling the fucking formatting.

Great....

This time I'm slightly more pissed.

So, again, I start it back up.

I go about my way.

Wait for it......

I'll be damned if the mother fucker wasn't nearly done, like two fucking bars away, and I god damn did it again.

This time I screamed. I was red faced fucking mad.

Tom is laughing at me by this point, I'm pissed off, he's making jokes. So I started the god damn process back AGAIN, and this time I unplugged the fucking keyboard.

Yeah bitch, I won't fuck up now!

Oh but wait, it gets even funnier....

I go to clean and such around the house, I go downstairs, etc etc etc.
I come back up, and decide that I'll plug the keyboard and get the screen saver off to see the progress... it's been around 2 hours or so.
So I get the screen saver off, and what do I do? I start to type again, forgetting what fucking pc I am on, and cancel the mother fucking process again.

Yes, you read right. 4 fucking times I canceled it accidentally.

This time, I laughed. Tom laughed.
What else could I do? It was fucking hilarious now. Still is.

Anyway, here I am on my 5th try at formatting drive D.
I've turned off the screen saver, and unplugged the keyboard.

Will I make it before the new year comes????????

Friday, December 26, 2008 
So, I mentioned that my brother has a girlfriend, from Union City no less. I told you all before that everyone from that town is pure nasty scum, and I meant it.
I said that his new girlfriend is probably just as disgusting.
Well, now I have facts!

I love it when I'm right!

I just found out from the shit bag today that the skank is fucking MARRIED and cheating on her husband with my brother.

Oh yeah. You heard right.

I asked my brother if he was that fucking retarded, and it seems he is.

IF she's cheating with you, she's going to cheat ON you. DUHHHH. I swear, I wonder what the fuck goes through people's minds sometimes.

Oh and today, his damn son tried to call him but he ignored the call to talk to his married skank. Good job!

That's someone you need around your child, good parenting skills dood!
Monday, December 15, 2008 

Category: Life
Today we went to my grandpa's for our Christmas thing. What we do every year.

Since my parents and aunt and uncle and grandpa are going on a cruise for two weeks (curses them).

We ordered my son a D-Rex for Christmas through Wal-mart. Well for some reason the damn thing won't be here for another couple of days (I hate you walmart!)

So, I made up a little card, and typed a little note from "Santa" to Austin.

On the note, it was explaining that the workshop went awry and all the D-Rex's were destroyed! They were making new ones as fast as they could, but unfortunately it would be a few more days! If he could be a good and patient little boy, the D-Rex would be on it's way soon!

After all the presents were passed out, Austin started to open his up. The first two were clothes and he expressed his disappointment. That's my boy!

Then he got some toys, and still seemed a bit distraught.

Then he got the letter, and started to read it.

He got through the first line which said "Austin, I heard you wanted a D-Rex this Christmas", and he stopped and looked around with the saddest look on his face (I almost cried). I had to prompt him to read the rest of the letter!

So he did, and he understood that he would be getting the D-Rex that he asked for.

After wards, he continued to express his dislike of getting clothes on Christmas. Haha!

He is most definitely my world <3

Saturday, December 13, 2008 
I beg of you, PASS this one to where ever you can!

First, the back story.

Last.... Monday? Good grief I don't even remember the day now, but it was over the course of 5 days worth of fixing, anyway, I'll go with Monday!
I decided to do a little clean up on my PC and get rid of software that I just haven't touched since the internet was discovered.
I start uninstalled programs, and I come upon this little program that I'd installed SO long ago called Folder Lock.
It's a program that allows you to lock folders on your PC so that no one can get into them without a password. Seems neat huh? Don't be fooled!
I hadn't used the program since I discovered that I could secure my folders without a silly program, so I just let it go. Well, upon trying to uninstall it, it asks for the password that I used upon installing it.

I don't fucking remember that...

So I do what most anyone would do, I start typing in passwords that I've always used.

*******
Nope

*********

Nope... again

*******

*Huge full screen pops up* "You've been locked out of this computer. Either input your password OR restart your computer to unlock"

Oh.. no shit? Where was the damn warning of the 3rd attempt and you're anally raping my computer? Thanks assholes. A few lines of fucking code and you could have been a little nicer to us peons that download your software, but whatever!

So I power off my computer ( I couldn't do it right because it wouldn't let me open anything).

Then I turn my PC back on.

"Error loading OS"

Oh fuck you, Folder Lock. Fuck you right in the asshole!

I do what any normal person who hasn't back anything up on her PC would do. I cry, freak out, and call my more technically inclined hunny. I've never in all my years of having a computer, had this problem, so I'm lost!

After 5 days of trying to get my files back off my HDD so that I could reformat my computer (note just the OS fried, so I my files were still on the HDD, just no OS to load the damn thing), we were able to boot a Linux OS on a flash drive and with a bit of working with a thing called TestDisk, we found that a boot sector had been damaged.

Through this entire time, I got onto the Folder Lock website which is owned by a company called NewSoftwares.net. If you google Folder Lock, they're the first ones in line!
I went to their contact page.
Oh great! They have many options.. Live chat, Phone, Email, Forums!
All these wonderful ways to give them a piece of my mind!

Oh, what's this?

"Live chat" is Offline.
The phone number goes to some "full" voicemail and is unable to be connected.

Hmmm...

So I do the e-mail (I hadn't seen the forums option up to this point by the way, I was frantic!).
So I email them, and waited 2 days. I got nothing!
So I go back to the contact page, which is where I found the forums option.

I go there and read around, I see a trend. Those with issues have 0 replies to them...

Oh that's nice, shitty support!
So, I decide to sign up and post my issue, marking it URGENT, along with sending a second e-mail stating my disappointment in their lack of response and stating my issue again! I even said "My OS is fried, I can't load it up, etc, etc ,etc"

Someone, two people to be exact, got back to me. One by e-mail, one by forums.
Both said the same thing

"Reboot in safe mode"...

Well asshole, I would, but since I have no fucking OS, I can't quite do that!!

I got rather rude on their forums about it too, especially when the guy that replied to me, told me that their software absolutely did not mess up my HDD.

Yeah, yeah it did bitch.

So anyway, without any help from them, and my hunny's smarts, we got my problem fixed and I'm back on my PC with all my files.

Now here's where I need your help:

I've already submitted a review to StumbleUpon about this site. And I'm not the only one to have left negative responses ;). So I'm not alone in this!

I've gotten a few more people to Digg this site negatively, and add it to other places they know.

I don't care if you ThumbUp my blog here on SU, or Digg, or anywhere, just do whatever you can to pass this on!
I even told them I was going to ruin their little business by word of mouth, and I plan on it.

Fuck with me and your gonna get burned mother fuckers.

Saturday, December 13, 2008 

Category: Blogging
As a nerdy girl, and much into computers, I'm always wanting bigger, better hardware for my PC. Think of it like a guy wanting parts for his car (assuming said dude is into cars and what not).

After my predicament over the last 5 days, I decided I wanted to try hooking up my 32inch HDTV to my computer. I ended up going back to my little ole 20inch WS. Why? Wasn't the hugeness most awesome? Well, it would have been if I had a wireless keyboard and mouse, and a bigger graphics card to support higher resolutions. But sitting with my face in a 32inch WS baring a resolution of the default 1024x768, was just too much for this woman to handle.
Although it was fine if I didn't have to bring up a window in which white was a default color too. As soon as I'd bring up FireFox, I felt as if I was being abducted by Aliens, and I'm sure my hunny thought so too as he watched me on web cam being blinded by the light! Imagine looking into headlights...

So in this case, bigger is not better. It's just blinding!



Tuesday, December 09, 2008 
Shut up, I'm being mooshy.

Seriously though, 2 years with more to come (I hope!)

Around 2 years and 8 months ago, I met thee most amazing man in the entire world (sorry girls, he is). I could not have found nor will never find, better! He is perfect.

I was going through some old blogs of mine the other night, and I come across the first one I ever wrote about him. How I said he was just a friend and it wouldn't be any more than that, and blah blah blah. I couldn't help myself, something changed and I fell in love.
I've never in my life actually felt love until I met him. I now know what love is, and how it is to feel loved, and how I should be treated. I know how I should treat him. I understand how a relationship works, through communication and compromise. Our whole relationship has been long distance, and a lot of people always say those types never work, well let me tell you what, ours has worked. And instead of like most relationships, things start to go downhill after about a year, ours has not. I am more in love with him than I was in the beginning. I can't even find the words to describe how much he means to me, and how much I love him. When I try to tell him how gorgeous, amazing, and perfect he is, I feel like I can never get enough words out to show him how much I mean it.
I admit I've not been the best girlfriend ever, because, I'm a woman and I get bitchy and jealous and whiny. It happens. But I love him. I love him with all of my heart, and I trust him with all of my heart. He's my best friend.
I love you Tom. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Thank you for loving me just as much, baby.

Happy 2 years!!!!!!!!!