Why??
Why do you make me feel like crap?
Why do you belittle me?
Does it make you feel better?
Does it make you feel superior?
Is it your way of getting back at me?
I don't like it!!
It makes me feel worthless!!
It makes me feel like I shouldn't be here anymore!!
Why do you do these things to me?
Crazy and Confused . . .
The rantings of a woman on the fringe.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
You Know You're Addicted to CSI When... |
You know the biographies of ALL the personnel from the CSI website. You never work (or go out) Thursday nites because you'll miss CSI (although you tape it anyway). You can't sleep knowing that something exciting is going to happen on the next episode Your friend asks you about the episode with "the sparkling room thingie," and you don't even have to think about it before informing them they're thinking of Scooba Doobie-Do. Your puppy is called VEGAS as a compromise, because none of your kids could stop arguing over whether it was gonna be called Grissom, Warrick, Greggo or Nicky...... You start knocking on walls in hope of finding a dead body between them You walk around with a Mag-lite You change your lighting to UV lighting, just to see those stains in your carpet You dust for prints in your knife drawer You wrap your house with yellow crime-scene tape You wear latex gloves while at home You suddenly study chemistry to understand more about those chemical reactions. You learn Photoshop you can make wallpapers out of the pics you have You've changed your quote from "Smile at the world, and the world will smile back" to "Concentrate on what cannot lie... The evidence" When you were a kid, you wanted to be an astronaut. Now you want to be a CSI When you are the leader of a group, you think, "What kind of a leader should I be? Gris Style or Horatio?" You stare at Grissom's eyeglasses and Horatio's shades, then search for the exact pair (or at least close to it!) You plan on living in Las Vegas or Miami Your choice of car? The one like Horatio has. You have a jacket, with the word "Forencics" written on the back You'd even settle for a shirt with the same word You read HAMLET, cause it was mentioned that HORATIO came from the name of Hamlet's best bud, Horatio You got arrested when found crossing the yellow tape. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to CSI. |
Monday, August 08, 2005
Well, I'm down to one kitten. Three went "home" today. I'm starting to miss them now that they're gone, but I know it's for the best.
On the other side, I lost a bird this weekend. My 5yr old took it upon himself to kill it. It's sort of a long story, but I get to spend the rest of this week getting him into a psych hospital to have him assessed. Not something I was ever prepared to deal with. I went through it, but I never expected to have to go through it again with one of my kids. I pray to God every night now that he gets the help he needs so this doesn't get worse. I don't think I could handle something worse then an animal leaving.
On the other side, I lost a bird this weekend. My 5yr old took it upon himself to kill it. It's sort of a long story, but I get to spend the rest of this week getting him into a psych hospital to have him assessed. Not something I was ever prepared to deal with. I went through it, but I never expected to have to go through it again with one of my kids. I pray to God every night now that he gets the help he needs so this doesn't get worse. I don't think I could handle something worse then an animal leaving.
All Aboard
There is a small commuter train
That runs a fast and silent track
Between your mind and mine.
Somedays the trains is overcrowded,
A lot of hangers-on,
Back to the bar car.
Then there are times when you may be
The solitary passenger
On the long and bumpy road to me.
And we both know the dreary days
When it would be
So easy to turn back.
Yet each time you have chugged on.
And although I do not always seem a grateful woman,
I really am so glad you bought
That one-way ticket a long, long time ago.
~Lois Wyse~
There is a small commuter train
That runs a fast and silent track
Between your mind and mine.
Somedays the trains is overcrowded,
A lot of hangers-on,
Back to the bar car.
Then there are times when you may be
The solitary passenger
On the long and bumpy road to me.
And we both know the dreary days
When it would be
So easy to turn back.
Yet each time you have chugged on.
And although I do not always seem a grateful woman,
I really am so glad you bought
That one-way ticket a long, long time ago.
~Lois Wyse~