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1. Hear the word Twitter. Scoff. 2. Hear it again from someone else. Scoff again. 3. Hear about famous celebrity who is apparently "On Twitter." Scoff, but make mental note to check it out. 4. Log into Facebook to comfort self. 5. Sign up for Twitter. 6. Give up because it seems dumb. 7. Loudly criticize others on Twitter. 8. Follow @johncmayer, @aplusk, @rainnwilson, @wilw, @mrskutcher, @oprah, and one other person you actually know. 9. Post tweet that is a variant of: "Trying out this Twitter thing." 10. Attempt to dig a little deeper into Twitter. 11. Notice rampant usage of words: "Tweet," "Twitter," "Twitterverse," "Tweetie," "Tweetdeck," and something called "RT." 12. Scoff again, this time in confusion. 13. Tell friends you "tried that Twitter thing, but didn't get it and it's stupid anyway." 14. Log into Facebook because that site at least makes sense. 1...

Well.... I am proud to report that I got 95% of the to do list done. Tomorrow is my last day of "vacation". The following items did not get done: Clean back yard, under deck Clean silhouettes Wash Eddie Wash Camaro Rommy bath Paint hallway Paint bathroom Rommy bath and Silhouette thing still might happen. Not today though. Perhaps tomorrow. Tomorrow at 12:30 I have to go get a Remicade infusion. (intravenious drug that helps shut off my Crohn's Disease). So tomorrow is probably out for the balance of the list.  I had a feeling that those things were not going to happen anyway - they are the more yucky items. on another note.....season premiere of Bones is almost upon us!

I am off work from Friday, September 4th - Wednesday Septbember 9th. Since John and I have no money to go anywhere or do anything, here is my to do list: Vacation To-Do List: Scrub all woodwork Scrub entryway floor Scrub bathroom floor Scrub kitchen floor Clean leather furniture Clean back yard, under deck Clean mouse house Clean silhouettes Clean fish tank Clean windows Wash Eddie Wash Camaro Clean bathroom Dust Organize hall closet Organize entryway closet Organize bedroom closets Organize hallway closet Organize under kitchen sink Organize under bathroom sink Organize computer desk Rommy bath Paint hallway Paint bathroom Clean refridgerator Clean stainless steel Clean on top of refridgerator Water plants Clean snake cage  

Ya know, its tough to sometimes supress my inner smart ass. Too often I'll be at work, at home, in the car observing other drivers & people, or just out in the world, and so MANY smart alecky thoughts and/or actions I'd like to do run through my mind. My Grandma Maty use to say that it was a good thing she didn't always do or say what she was thinking, and when I was younger, I didn't understand what she meant at all. That feeling must be genetic. I know EXACTLY what she means. As I consider that last statement, I take that back. I KNOW its genetic. Because if I am out in the world, as I described above, and my sister Rachel is with me, all it takes is one look exchanged between us, and there is at least a 85% chance she knows exactly what I am thinking, and the same thought had occurred to her as well. (which is why when we worked at the same company together for a few years, they had to separate us, we use to get into too much trouble)

It makes me so happy to be able to help people. Helping people in big ways, small ways, just that overwhelming feeling of knowing that I made a difference, big or small, its just an indescribable feeling. I wish I could be one of the few who are able to work with people in say, a hospital, nursing home, or anything in the medical field, but I just can't. I'd get too attached to the person and it just wouldn't be a good situation. Plus, I'd always be worried I was hurting them in some way. I admire people in this field. So why is it, that I love helping people so much, I am so unable to ask for help or accept help myself, without enormous feelings of guilt? I like to feel like I can manage things on my own. I don't want to have to turn to someone and say: I need some help.

Your favorite chair is vacant now No eager woof to greet me No little paws to run Excitedly to meet me No playful bark, no little cry Will say it’s time for playing, I have put away your bowl, And other toys you won’t be needing. But I will miss you little friend, For I could never measure, The happiness you have brought to me, The comfort and the pleasure. And since god sent you here, In earthly joy and sorrow, I am sure there is a place for you in heavens bright tomorrow.

They've called the last dance of the evenin'. It's the one dance that we call our own. Most of the others are leavin' and headin' on home To cryin' goodbye of the fiddles. The sweetest of love songs must end, So I'll dance this one with you, just like I first met you. We'll never be this young again. We'll never be this young again. Never be this young again. Why sit and dream about what might have been? Yesterday's promise has died on the wind, So hold me tonight like you held me back then. We'll never be this young again. This is the same song we dance to Back when all our tomorrows were bright. Now darlin', we have the chance to relive 'em tonight. Why talk of the years that we've wasted Or places that we've never been? Just dance this one with me like you first met me. We'll never be this young again. We'll never be this young again Never be this young again. Why s...