CoinStar…&…Those Letters…&…Things

Took my change into town today to toss in one of those Coinstar machines. I had 712 pennies! 103 quarters…60 dimes…and 31 nickles. Which all adds up to $40.42. I got an Amazon.com gift certificate with it. It went quickly…too quickly. I four books….had to add $8 and some change. One of the ones I got was Pirateology to go with the rest of my ology books. [They’ve come up with another Dragonology book, plus another little thing connected with the Dragonology stuff…but didn’t get either of those.] I probably should of gotten the herbal book I want…but I got some more in the lines of fun that practical. *shakes head* Shame on me.

From Last Night:

Okay, a good reason not to let little kids who play close attention watch Adult Swim. Sonja is good at paying attention (usually when she shouldn’t. *laughs*). I can’t remeber even what was on…whether it was Family Guy, or some other show…I’m thinking it was some other show (after Family guy had similar mentions on it). Still…it was kind of funny too. Sonja was sitting on the floor, playing with her toys, didn’t even think she was really paying attention (guess she was though), and she simply asks, "Mom, what’s a lesbian?" I think I did fairly well, without even really giving it much thought I just replied, "It’s a girl who likes girls instead of a girl who likes guys." She just said something like okay, and went back to her playing.

Okay…back to this evening…or whatever…

I think I’m feeling a bit aprehensive over the impending "little brother" visit. Now that it’s right here. People make me nervous…Having to deal with people in person makes me nervous. And he’s sometimes hard to deal with not in person. I just don’t want to feel like stuffing him in a trunk and pushing it into a lake somewhere. I’ve know him for something like six years now…and have talked on the phone over the last few years…not sure how many. I’ve just never met him in person before…and now I’ve got to figure out how to keep him entertained for a week…Ug…It’s giving me a headache, and I have no mint tea…and I don’t want to take medications…I hate medications [too many of them when I was going to the clinic for my mirgraines].

Anyway…The Letter Thing…

Think of two or three friends that are closest to you without saying who they are write them a letter stating, uncertainties about your friendship, strong aspects of the friendship and explain why these two or thee people are your friend. Then think of one or three people who you hate and wish to say to that person. Why you hate him or her. The trick is YOU MUST CAREFUL NOT TO REVEAL WHO THE FRIEND OR ENEMY IS!!!. At the end Tag two people in your diary/journal. PS: It doesn’t have to be anyone form your favorites list it can actually be someone you see every day.

 

 

Dear Friend,
We have a lot in common, even though we are at vastly diffrent stages of life. We can share anything with one another, and not worry about being judged, or that it will harm our friendship. Some of our conversations border on insanity, and we can get each other laughing so hard that it’s actually quite painful at times. My only worry is that the day will come when you’ll outgrow me, but that’s mostly because I see you growing and changing, and I don’t see me growing at all. I’m not sure what I would do without you, as you mean so very much to me.

 

Dear Friend,
We’ve known each other for quite a while now, and sometimes I marvel at the fact I haven’t tried to beat you senseless…though perhaps it’s lack of oppertunity. We met through something we have in common, and although I’ve moved on from it to other things, it’s still part of my life, as are you. There are times you drive me utterly crazy though, as it seems you always have to be right about things, and you sometimes act as if your opinion is the only one that matters. Still, you do your best to cheer me up when you know I’m sad, and do whatever you can to make me laugh…I suppose that’s why I continue to deal with you, when others would of told you off by now.

 

Dear Friend,

We don’t have much in common, not that I know of anyway, but that doesn’t mean we’re not still friends. Sometimes I think you’re totally insane, and find it difficult to understand where you are coming from…But I’m sure that there are some people who would think the same about me. I can always count on you for some unique, and on occasion, just plain silly…which I’m sure the world could probably use more of.

 

[There are things I had to keep myself from saying, trying not to reveal who the people are…and one I had to skip as I couldn’t think of how to do it and not reveal who it is…though I’m sure they’re easy enough to figure out anyway…Now….on to the enemy list.]

 

Dear Enemy,

I didn’t want you as an enemy, I had hoped we could be friends. Try as I might though, it seems that is simply impossible. No matter what I did to try and be your friend, you couldn’t be happy with that, you wanted more. I did my best to be there for you when you needed me, listening to all your problems, and trying to be supportive. Yet when it came to you talking or looking at me, you failed to see beyond who I once was, and that’s not who I am now. You seem to think that some pretty words is suppose to just make all the diffrence. That you can tell me you love me, you want me, this and that, and what do you expect, that I’ll just swoon and fall at your feet? I don’t want to be with someone who is just going to tell me what they think I want to hear to get me to do what they want me to do. Of course, when I tell you this, and finally find the courage to stick to my guns, and tell you this is how it’s going to be, you seemingly disappear. I’ve seen you once since then, and that was by accident. It seems if you can’t have me the way you want me, then you’re not going to bother to give a damn at all.

 

Dear Enemy,

Do you even see me anymore? Do you know anything about me? I tried and tried to keep caring, and keep dealing…but a person can only take so much. I can’t see where we have anything in common anymore. There is nothing we can really do together, aside from sit in a restraunt and make small talk…me not really caring about what you’re saying…and me not saying much at all. The things that hold my intrest means nothing to you…and the things that hold your interest means nothing to me. It’s gotten to the point that I’d rather not see you at all, because when you’re around, I know that your liable to do something that’s just going to annoy me [like thinking that those around you are on this planet to wait on your lazy arse]. And seemingly, no matter what, you’re oblivous to all of it.

 

[Okay…I’m guessing the enemy ones are going to be really easy to guess anyway.]

 

I had a thought…lost it somewhere.

Mum informed me today that apparently her brother’s house is haunted. He’s got a tv whose channels keep changing on him, and a radio that changes stations. On top of that, while some of the family was gathered there one of the bears from the shelf found itself in the middle of the floor a few times, while no one was in the room. The bears, as well as

the dolls (the tall porcelian kind) were his wife’s things. Her ashes are on a shelf somewhere in the house. She died of cancer, shortly after my Mum’s sister did. (Mum’s sister because our family is gentically cursed…And the brother’s wife, because she smoke so much it was insane.)

Miracle of miracles, Harley’s room has a floor! And a bed! And the bed has a sheet, a blanket, and pillows! It almost looks like a person could live in it. *laughs*
Sonja’s on the other hand…looks like an explosion went off…*shudders*

I’m soooooo tired. And it’s not even midnight! What is wrong with me? I even slept in today a bit…I was tired after dinner too…Nearly fell asleep…I’m surprised I didn’t.

Sonja came inside this afternoon annoucning she’d just saved a snake from the kittens [Chubbers to be more precise]. It was a little brown snake…probably a gardner…I was going to look it up, but I forgot…My mind tends to wander all over the place….silly thing.

*falls over* Ug…I can’t think…

Oh yeah…while Sonja was gone this week-end she got a spinter in her big toe…they couldn’t get it out because of how it was in there, and she wouldn’t let them dig it out (not that I can blame her, it was in there good). Well I fixed her. Bread, soaked in milk, sprinkled with sugar, and banaged to the spot. Works wonderfully…as I do believe (though I forgot to look at it when she got out of the tub) the sliver is out. *grins*

Now…I’m off to bed…*falls over again*