Angels in Waiting

Happy Birthday, little man. Charles Leland Triplett...February 28, 2002. You should've been 3 years old today. I learned a long time ago not to question why things happen the way they do, but that doesn't make it any easier to understand. Even though we never got to share you and know you and keep you, it doesn't mean we didn't...and don't love you and miss you any less. We'll never forget you, baby.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Don't have much time to sit around and chat...just wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my big sis! Hope it was a good one! How's it feel to be OLD? Ah, it's ok. Just remember, no matter how old you get...I'll always be waaaaaaaaaaaaaay younger than you! :-P

ROMANIA?!?!?!

Oh come on...stuff even THIS weird shouldn't happen to me...but it does! I checked my checking account balance on the bank website today, and I noticed 2 very large and unusual withdrawals from my account that I KNEW I never did in any way, shape, or form. So I immediately called the bank about this...and come to find out, some idiot in ROMANIA somehow got my check card number AND my pin number and used it at an ATM over there. WTF?!?! ROMANIA???!?!? Why Romania? I'm about 12 different shades of completely confused. And I think Romanian thieves have poisoned my lettuce...I don't feel so good. I'm getting the money back--the bank said there wouldn't be a problem with that, but it's still the fact that someone was able to do that! Makes me just a little more than ANGRY...ok, a whole lot more. I've just been sitting here all evening going, ROMANIA??? What'd I ever do to them??? And why me? There are millions more people in this country who have a LOT more money than lil' ole' me. I can't help but laugh though. I'm telling you, between the deer, my love life, my friends, and well, my LIFE in general, I HAVE to write a book. A life as insanely comical and messed up as mine can't be kept quiet and to myself. It's just nuts. :-P But ROMANIA?? Ooooooooooook...well, I guess I should be able to sleep soundly knowing I've made some Romanian THIEF very happy this evening. Yeah, ok, whatever. Bastards. Try it again! I've already closed the stupid thing! Blah. ROMANIA?????

The world needs BUBBLE WRAP!

Therapy is expensive...drinking just causes trouble...BUBBLE WRAP IS CHEAP! lol. Just hanging in...hanging out...and hanging on. Nothing new going on here. Just felt like posting before I go to bed. Nothing much to say...nothing i feel like posting, in any case. I have learned though, that it's really hard to bury the past in a small town. People know you, know that you were...involved, and continue to ask, even though it's long since been over. It would be so much more helpful if they'd just graciously SHUT UP. But no, we can't have that. That'd be too easy. The thing about living in a small town is that when I don't know what I'm doing...EVERYONE ELSE DOES. But you would think they also know the other part too. Guess they just like to open old wounds and pour salt in them. Whatever. And it happens in the oddest of places...so weird. A kid came in the center in school today and recognized me and asked me about it! OMG! No peace anywhere. Bless his little heart. He genuinely had no way of knowing, but still...Oh well. I like to torture myself anyway, so why not let other people in on the game? Blah. Hoping for a 2-hour delay tomorrow! Sleep in! I'm going to bed. If you need me, I'll be on my pedestal.

...something sexy about the rain

I have to thank Kenny for my new favorite song, and KC, hope you don't mind, but I gotta use it. It's a perfect rainy night...of course, I have to change it to suit me. Reminds me of someone very special who's long since gone from my life...but then, what song doesn't? :-P There's something sexy about the rain, and sometimes it rained all night. And everything he did was perfect, and every way we were was right. We loved like there was no tomorrow...and suddenly tomorrow came. It was raining at the airport, and kept on raining on the plane. He only loved me for a season, but my heart won't ever be the same. Even now his love's the reason there's something sexy about the rain. And sometimes when it's pouring down, I feel his kisses on my skin. I spread my arms and spin around and let that summer island storm hit me like a hurricane. It's like he's right here whispering 'there's something sexy about the rain'. He taught me how, and he's still why...there's something sexy about the rain...Thank you KC, for that song, and thank you..."Henry"...for the memories. Rain won't ever be the same.

I Can't Go There

Been doing a lot of thinking lately, especially in light of the events of this weekend. I think that may have very well given me the final push I needed to move on, in so many ways. Thinking about moving back to Tennessee. I updated my resume last night and found some jobs in the Knoxville newspaper. I swear, if I could find something back in Oneida, I'd send the thing in today. I miss Knoxville really bad, but I know that deep inside I'm thinking things would be like they were before...and I know they won't ever be that way again. We're not in college anymore. We've all grown up, moved on, gotten married, started families...another part of me is like, you know, I gave Tennessee 6 1/2 great years of my life. I want to see what else is out there. A huge part of me wants to move to the Carolinas. I LOVE it there. But would i like LIVING there? I don't know. But anyway, I gots to go to work. :-P Lemme know your opinions. Where do you guys think I should move???

It's a girl...and a boy!

Babies babies everywhere! The two latest additions...CONGRATS RYAN AND AMANDA! It's a girl! Granted, she's not born yet, but not too long now. And Byrd's an uncle again! And it's another boy! I'm respecting privacy and keeping names quiet, so that's all I'll say. Me? You'll not be hearing that news regarding me for awhile yet. :-) Nope Nope Nope. And I heard something on the radio Tuesday, and I have to steal Stef's 'random question' thing just this once...why do we push harder on the remote control buttons when we know the batteries are bad? I don't know, but I do admit that I'm guilty of it. Anyway, I think I'm gonna go take a nice hot fizzy lavender bath. Sounds wonderful. Watch me fall asleep in the tub. lol. Stay tuned...and leave comments, dammit! Y'all wanted to before, so I moved here. NOW DO IT!

Don't know what it was to him...

...but it was love to me. I filed away my wounded pride; I found someone and loved again...never take a trip to way back when, till the radio plays a certain song and it's like a finger on the trigger. Some old hurts they just hurt bigger. Might have gotten past it long ago, but parts of yesterday...they get tattooed on your soul. That's not really aimed at anyone in particular...maybe because a lot of yesterdays are tattooed on my soul. Don't worry about me. I'm doing ok. Just all kinds of loopy from taking cough syrup, which isn't doing a bit of good. I hate bronchitis. Granted, I hate a lot of things, but my...inhibitions, if you will, are decreased greatly at this time, so I'm really restraining myself from saying a lot of things that are better left unsaid, 'cause it's hard to tell what's gonna come out. Especially listening to this song, with it bringing back all sorts of memories. It's pretty bad when I don't even trust myself! hmmmm...Anyway, Disney on Ice was great...it always is. I did get bored last year when they had a whole bunch of little shows all in one big show, and I was afraid I would this year with it just being Beauty and the Beast, but I loved it. And amazingly, when we went to the mall afterwards, I didn't go crazy with shopping! I must really be sick. I bought like...4 shirts from AE and Aeropostale. And 2 books, and that's it. Something's definitely wrong with me. This is cause for concern...lol. Ok, I really need to go lay down or something. I'm flying here. Niiiiiiiiight.

Goodbye Time

Do you have any idea how weird it feels having a killer sinus infection...but still being able to breathe perfectly through your nose? Guess that's my first clue that my surgery was successful. Don't know that I would go through it again knowing what I know now, but it's still nice to breathe. I have noticed that I'm a lot more prone to nosebleeds and sore throats now though, which sucks. I've come to the conclusion that I need to start practicing what I preach to my clients, both adult and teenage. I keep telling them to do something with their lives and to take that first step and follow their dreams. Meanwhile, what am I doing? This place and this job sure as HELL weren't in any of my dreams! When am I gonna stop being such a big ole chicken and take my own advice and just go for it? Will someone please come up and give me a good swift kick in the ass and a nudge out the door? Life's not gonna wait for me to make up my mind...so what the hell am I waiting for? Someone once said "if you don't take a chance, you don't stand a chance." I'm still trying to figure out what's holding me back. Does anyone have any suggestions or insight into this? I feel like a turtle in molasses here! HELP!

Wake Up Older

Busy busy week and weekend. Chaney's birthday was Saturday. I'm still in shock over the fact that my kid is TEN now. Unreal. Where did the time go? It amazes me. I'm not ready for all this that's coming. Whenever I think about it, I feel like a little kid all over again. How am I supposed to be the parent and answer her questions? I guess we'll see. It'll be interesting, and I'll probably do a bang-up job at it, but I'll do what I can. Exhausted, getting ready to go to bed, but I just wanted to post a quick little update and say hello. HAPPY 33RD BIRTHDAY PAUL! I guess we're ALL getting old. But again, something I learned a long time ago. Don't ever regret growing old...it's a privilege denied to many. I've been thinking a lot lately about Bobby, and all the life he'll never have. All the life he should've had. But it wasn't up to me. Guess God thought he had all the life he needed to have. Having said that, I'm going to bed. Oh yeah, one more completely off-the-wall, pointless question...does anyone other than me think Paris Hilton needs a freaking nose job? I mean, come on! Granted, money can't buy class or personality, but it can buy a decent nose. What is up with that droopy thing? Don't tell me she paid someone to give that to her! It's butt ass UGLY! But then...she's not all that great herself, so maybe the nose is just the icing on the cake...anyway, I'm not keeping myself up at night worried about Paris Freaking Hilton's damn nose...I'm going to bed to dream about Dale Jr! Wanna be MY Dale Jr?