Life is sometimes good
Well, it has been a while since I have updated here. Life has settled down some for me and now I'm back into spinning stories.
BUT I want them beta readed so that their more readed able. Understand? Not really, oh well.

I'm back
Well, I went to WA and visited my brother in Seattle. And I have to say that I really loved it! My only complaint was the fact that people there called "a very little bit of rain," heavy rain!

Good grief! But all in all it was wonderful. I loved Pine and Pike! You could find every major shopping store on those two streets. A big plus was the candy apple place on 2nd street off of pike. I had to bring home several for family members, but even that was nice.

I would like to thank my big brother for putting me up at his place and flying me out there. It was great. So thanks.

Bittersweet
Today was a bittersweet day.  I took my “babies” to McDonald's.  There they experienced their first Shamrock Shake.  For those who don’t have this, a Shamrock Shake is a green colored milkshake from McDonald’s, which tastes like chocolate with just a touch of peppermint.

After that, I took them to my house where I proceeded to re-hurt my knee.  The last time this happened, it was my dad who was able
to get me from my bedroom to the car. Let me tell you, I was in pain!  The bad thing is that I had my “babies” at the home and was stuck on the floor.  I couldn’t move.  My mother asked if she should call our friend since she’s a nurse.   I thought my kneecap slid while my mother thought that I ripped something around the knee.  My babies stayed in the other room!  I couldn't believe it.  My mom said it was because I was quite, but when one found out, she refused to leave the room that I was in. 

The last time this happened, it was my dad who was able to get me from my bedroom to the car.    This time it was my little brother, he lifted me off the floor and when I was standing, he just picked me up around my waist and carried me to the chair.  Bloody hell!  I’m not a lightweight, either.

Turns out, I was right.  When my kneecap slid back into place after four hours of pain, I was never so happy.  Right now at this moment, I’m currently working on ‘Not Everything’ and looking forward tovisiting my brother out in Seattle.

Until Later

My idiotic ramblings
Well, it's 2am. I know that I should be sleeping, but for the life of me I can't seem to relax and just go to sleep. I have so many thought going on in my mind.

Many differnet thoughts all going a thousand miles a minute. As you know, I recently lost my father. But the big kicker was when I called my job on the day of my father's funeral, to inform them that I was going to take more then the thre days they aloted to me, my boss wanted my home phone number! Good god! Why the hell does anyone need that? I had three co-workers show up at the wake, YES! my father is really dead.

Well, I found out why she wanted that information, the hard way. My job was terminated due to low volume. They were planning on firing that day or the next. I guess, I'm still in shock, because I didn't really get mad or even upset until they mentioned my father. I just got really choked up, and annoyed. But still I didn't say anything to them.

My family and friends are looking at me like I'm going to explode sometime soon. I'm pron to crying fits, and everyone who has known me, knows that I don't cry. I just kept thinking, this is all just a horriable dream and when I wake up, he'll be there. Grouchy, cantankerous loveable old dad. But he's not. And I have to come to grips with this. I just wish I didn't have to.