When I'm feeling angry, depressed, tired, lonely, sad, or any other negative emotion, I try to think of these statistics. I try to tell myself that my life really isn't so bad; that I could be living in Darfur or Iraq right now. The type of violence and horror these people have experienced has never reached my quiet, peaceful Colorado town.

Today, however, none of these statistics are making me feel better. I'm pissed. I'm stressed. I have a churning stew of sulfuric acid in my belly. I don't wanna be a single mom today. I want a day off. I want to get away from my life.  I feel like the monster in Cloverfield. I just want to rip off the Statue of Liberty's head.

I'm pissed at the fat-ass tourists who decided to fill the ENTIRE CAMPGROUND where my best friend chose to have her wedding tomorrow. I'm pissed that the campground owners would rather sell a campsite to a flogging Texan than a local. I'm pissed that those campground owners didn't MENTION to the fat-ass Texans that there was going to be a wedding this weekend and if they would kindly drive their RV somewhere else, it would be greatly appreciated.

I'm pissed that I listened to my daycare when they said LB was ready to potty train at 18 months. Its been an 8 month war since then. Its a battle everyday. I sometimes stop and wonder WHY THE HELL AM I FIGHTING WITH A 2 YEAR OLD? I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT GOING TO WIN! It makes me so flogging angry, and then I get angry with the fact that I am angry. Then I morph into Cloverfield Monster Mom and my daughter is staring up at me in horror.

To further elaborate on my shallow American bitchfest, I may as well jump into the Astrological explaination of why I'm like this. I'm a Pisces. My moon is in Aries. This sets up for some major passive-aggresive behavior. Pisces are understanding, soothing, philosophical. Aries are spontaneous, reactive, energetic. When your sun is in Pisces and your Moon is in Aries, you try ever so hard to hide your soft, gentle self from the world. You don't want to be weak. You don't want to be walked over. You get angry when your Piscean side starts showing. You try to pretend you really aren't another spineless, simpering push-over.

When I have moments of weakness like I have today, I discredit them immediately (see above). I blame it all on my Pisces Sun/Aries Moon combo. Cause I am weak sometimes. I am an escapist. I can't hide from that, as much as I may try.

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No fun being in today...as everything seems to be going wrong.  But, with temperatures in the triple digits...it is too hot and sticky to be out.  So I cannot be in...and I cannot be out.  And so, I guess, there is nothing for me to do but hide away and wait for this day to pass....

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This morning I had a rottweiler from the bank trying to frighten me into upping the repayments on a £23,000 loan I have been saddled with since leaving my ex. After going through my monthly income and expenditure (bills, petrol, food etc), and talking to me like a naughty child, we established that I had a whopping great 64 Euros to spare. Eager to get her salivating chops round this tasty, little titbit, she went in for the kill:

“SO WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THAT THEN?”

“Oh nothing much...fritter it away on expensive make-up or the odd Gucci handbag if the mood takes me. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU SILLY *****? IT's 64 EUROS. AREN'T I ALLOWED ANY KIND OF A LIFE?" is what I should have said. What actually came out of my mouth was: “As I am a single mum, I try to put a bit aside for when I need to buy clothes or Christmas presents for my 6-yr-old son. And sometimes I use it to buy birthday presents for his friends, or to repair my car should it happen to break down. Oh, and the odd stamp now and again too. Just little things like that.”

 “So you don’t have anything to spare then?” (Not the brightest dog in the pack are we then?)

“Well, it would seem not – not unless you want to take the clothes off our backs?”

“ I see…” cue jingly music. “Ok, it would seem that we can extend your current payment policy for another 6 months, but we will have to call at the end of it to review your situation again.”

“I’ll look forward to that. Thanks.”

Do you know what annoys me the most? I took the loan out to renovate a house I no longer live in. I had to move out because of difficulties with my partner (the person who pressurised me into getting the loan in the first place), who continues to live there and doesn’t want to sell. I think he believes that if I get my hands on half the money I will disappear with his son - which I won’t. As it is impossible to prove that I have no intention of fleeing the country (I really do feel my son should spend time with his Father), we have reached stalemate. 

On a lighter note, I don’t have to worry about repairs to my car anymore. My boyfriend wrote it off on a bend last night. The damage is about 2,800 Euros (about the price of the car itself) and my insurance company will only pay out for a new windscreen - the only bit that didn’t break! As my boyfriend has even less money than me, it would seem that I am now without wheels for the foreseeable future.

So how am I feeling right now? Well... let's just say...if someone told me I was going to get run over by a bus tomorrow I would probably let out a big sigh of relief, don my cleanest underwear, then go and sit in the road and wait for the bugger to come along.

 Roll on tomorrow!

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Will you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oh... holiday...)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day

If you had a bad day, might as well listen to this one. The chipmunks make a great rendition of the song.

• My son woke me up at 4 o'clock this morning because he wanted to talk, then he wanted water and then he fell back asleep.  Good for him, bad for me.  I didn't fall back asleep until after 5:30 not fun when the alarm goes off at 6:45.  I woke up feeling tired and annoyed to have to get up and get going especially knowing I am going to work.
• I snoozed until 7:30, which means we got a late start --- which means I called a cab to avoid being late after just missing the bus by 30 seconds! Minus $10 for me.
• The train crawled from 125th Street to 86th Street and then from 59th Street to 42nd Street.  I had to wait for the 6 and since I am on this new diet healthy eating plan, I had to stop for breakfast or else die from lack of nutrition (esp. since I didn't prepare my healthy snacks from the night before).  I ended up being three minutes late which annoyed me.
• My brand new Dooney & Burke bag --- if you love your bags, you may want to skip down to the next thing that ruined this day.  I put my bag in my desk drawer when I got in this morning.  Well when I went to get my bag to go out to lunch --- apparently the bottle of Windex I had in my drawer left its mark!!! I always stick my purses in that drawer and nothing has happened.  It's like the Windex was possessed or something.  Shit now that I think about it I wonder how that happened okay I have to stop or else there will be fingerprinting tomorrow.  I'm going to call it a freak accident.

I wanted to cry because I don't spend money on bags like that (well technically I didn't buy the bag because I used a gift card which paid for about 95% of it  --- but still it's almost $300) The mark is about the size of a dime plus a tiny streak but since it's my bag and it's a dark brown it might as well be RUINED. *sigh*  I will stick to bags from Daffy's, TJ Maxx and Macy's on supersale. As for the bag, I am still going to rock it but flip it so the not ruined side isn't showing.

• If that wasn't bad enough, I decided to go to the gym after work and while I wasn't looking forward to dying after 2 minutes of cardio because I know I am really out of shape, I wanted to get my work out on because I have a specific goal in mind (and I found a dress I would really want to wear).  Anyway many moons ago, I bought a pair of Nike Shox from Nike.com and I never bothered to try them on (yes super brilliant, I know).  Well today I laced them up and guess what I found out 15 minutes before I was going to go to the gym?  They do not fit.  *sigh*  They cannot be returned and they were $100.  I rushed to Modell's and found the perfect replacement pair for $49.99 (I had given myself an $80 limit) but of course they didn't have my exact size. I may try to e-Bay the Shox because anything would be better than nothing.

Well at least my vacation was approved without any questions.  Also one of my other references was contacted but seriously I have really thought about it and decided I am better off pursuing other opportunities.

At least tomorrow is Wednesday which is one day closer to the weekend.

Please allow me to introduce, Ms. Tool... the newest addition to the family. This woman has 20 years in the field and is undeniably good at her job but still... I can't stand her.

Reason 1: She's rude, demeaning and judgemental

Reason 2: she's inflexiable and impossible to work with

Reason 3: she is pious and yet not a very nice person

Reason 4: she's condescending.

Reason 5: She thinks she's infalliable

In a month she has spoke down to me, tried to make me feel incompetent along with other members of the staff, has made comments like "I didn't go to college to be a secretary like Kirby Ann..." not to mention she on a daily bases goes to the back, disrupts the flow of production to complain about my unprofessional-ism and trashy means of dress. Just because she's Muslim and wears a couch cover doesn't mean I have to.

<fumes and elbows desk>

If only, it was that easy to let you go and bite every idiot's head off. 

The past weeks have been stressful. And it was on one thursday morning that I was pushed to my limit, way too much and staged a walkout. 

It was, liberating.

It was the first time, in a very long time, I felt really free.

No idiots to defend my work to, no stupid false deadlines, no bitches who act as though they are god's gift to the world, no responsibilities, none.

Just me and freedom, sharing a beer during lunch.

Friday, I headed with my sis to sit in on a grant review board at the state. I was excited to be able to observe it and I'm glad to say I learned a lot about how money is granted at the state level. My sister and I were completely stoked when we left and were headed to a restaurant to celebrate the wonderful opportunities we had been given lately, that when we were rear-ended at the stoplight.

Ughhh, what? Okay, okay. We'll deal with it. I pull over and take a look at the damage - NONE. He hit right into my trailer hitch. Well, okay then. He gives us his name and number and we right down his plate number and are good to go. We opt to go to the chiropractor now instead of dinner. Okay, slight damage to bodies of persons within the car.

Say, say what? I should have had a police report made? Everyone concurs. Fine, fine. I call. I have to drive back? It's an hour away! Fine. And yep, I'm finally mad. So, I drive all the way back. No one is at the police desk when I get there and the sign at the desk says to use the red phone. Uhhh, what red phone. While I'm trying to locate the magic red phone, I'm informed by a kind, yet tired, looking women that the phone is over there. 'Good luck' she says 'I've been waiting for 2 hours.'

This can't be happening.

I talk to someone at dispatch. 'Wait by the red phone and someone will be there shortly.' Okay. What else can I do but wait. It seems I've been at the mercy of various people throughout this day.

But, to my surprise, a nice officer comes right in. He takes care of the 2 people in front of me and now its my turn. I explain the events, and he proceeds to tell me that it's unnecessary to file if damage is below $1,000. I should have seen it coming. But, he was a wonderful man and even asked how I was feeling. (The uniform does not make robots who work only the law.) He actually seemed to genuinely care, and explained that I should ice and take it easy for a few days. I'm feeling better.

Finally, Saturday. I call my insurance agent expecting him to be open til noon or something, but no, not open on Saturday. I get sent to the main number. After a nice looooong wait - at least a half an hour, I put my phone on speaker and sat it nearby so I didn't have to hold it to me ear - finally a human voice. I explain what happened and she takes some information. And then hold again, because only certain people can deal with us Michiganders and no-fault insurance. Finally someone answers who can help me, only to tell me that I don't have coverage on my Ford Escape. I have coverage on a Ford Escort that my husband sold in February. Nice. They'll work on that and talk with my agent.

Still, here? Let me tell you about Sunday. I refused to work on my sisters project, even though I felt I got taken on a short guilt trip. I hung out with my kids and my husband (that guy I rarely see). We walked to my in-laws to see if their dog could come down to play. He did and he immediately jumped in the kids' pool and popped it. We actually did see that one coming and expected it. But he likes the pool and its so funny to watch a big dog swimming in a little pool. We patched it, I swear. The kids can still play in it and we won't let it happen again. (Not too often, anyway.)

It was a pretty good Sunday. Until it came time to pay the bills. That's when Sunday turns sour. Yep, we're broke, just like most everyone nowadays. But, after lots of discussion, and a little arguing, I decide yet again, that we'll survive. That we have the life we chose and for certain reasons. Like being able to spend Sunday with family, not working. And to be able to stay home with my kids during the week. I could go on the fast track with school and be able to have a nice paying job in no time, but my kids will only be 4 and 6 for another year.

So, in the end, I'm living and loving this life. I wouldn't trade what I have for anything in this world.

Let's see...  where do I begin?

• Oh, fighting with my husband, never fun. 
• More bad news on the fertility front... followed with motherly inquisition on said topic.
• Lucy ate chicken bones on morning walkie, requiring us to take her to the ER (yep, there is an ER for pets)... icing on the cake: the $429 bill that accompanied that trip.
• Blew out my back rear tire.  Only positive is that due to above mentioned emergency, I did not drive into the city as originally planned (given the weekend I had, I surely would have blown my tire on the Bay Bridge)
• Had one of those conversations where the other party is only listening for your period.

Yep, a LOVELY weekend indeed.  And now it's Monday....

My fingernails are peeling off, from the base (or the sterile matrix, as I guess the nail bed is called). Not all of them - so far only one, in fact, but two others are showing signs that they might do the same thing, and I'm keeping a close eye on Little Dude's nails as well.

I was pretty certain I didn't have a nail fungus and that I didn't damage my nail in an accident, so I kind-of wondered about Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease being the issue when I started to notice the slight difference and peeling of my one nail. Not wanting to skew my results, I googled the following term - "nail peeling up from the base," and was not too surprised when I landed on this:

Question:
"My son's nails have started peeling from the base of the nail towards the tip. Usually fingernails peel from the tips (or so I thought anyway). What could be causing this to happen? He's the pickiest eater I've ever met... could it be malnutrition?"

Answer 1 out of 4
"Was he sick recently? When the kids are sick, their nails stop growing. When they are over the sickness, the nails grow again and it is not unusual for the nails and toes (check the toe nail beds) to slough and look like they're peeling when they grow again. My son goes to daycare and they all just got over hand-foot-mouth disease. His nails and two big toes were peeling. Ped said let's just watch it, but then I heard ALL the kids in his room has peeling nailbeds. So i called my daughter's ped dermatologist and that's what he told me. Hope that helps. I thought he smashed his fingers too. but the toe nails ruled that out."

The two people discussing this matter go on to discuss, yes, the child did have Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease. (Please click over to read more.) And this wasn't the only listing I found for my google search. It appears this is a common reaction to the disease, which once again, mostly occurs in children.

I thought I felt disgusted by all the peeling skin Little Dude and I have been experiencing, due to where the blisters were located. This is much grosser.

Ugh.

Please tell me this is finally the end of this disgusting disease (and I'm so hoping Little Dude doesn't lose any of his nails)!

I felt funny though. Being so pissed and tensed and restless at one moment, and by the next moment, I was just looking at the bright side of things and feeling happy and content of how things are.

It's a good feeling though. And I like how I'm starting accept every flaw of life and just try best to make it better but if things don't work out my way, there has to be a good reason to it and I shan't just shut myself down and get hurt by it.

Oh well, gotta go now. Have to wake up extra early to do some slight revisions.

Taa ♥

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I wrote and discarded several posts about Thomas today because it's been so hard for me to put into words the way I feel. I hope Thomas's parents won't mind me posting this. I just wanted to draw a little more attention to his story if I could so that other people might be touched by his life the way we have. Please keep Thomas's family in your thoughts and prayers.

Yes, Little Dude is sick again. We got the phone call from school just after 1 pm, regarding his high fever.

I hustled out of work to go get him, and picked up one pretty sick little boy. We've been able to get the fever down a little, but for the most part, it seems to like to hang around between 101°F-103°F. I hate it when he is sick, as I feel so helpless in making him feel better.

Bottles of formula have reentered the picture, as I was desperate to make certain he stayed hydrated, and he wasn't interested in real food. The Hubby and I did manage to get some oatmeal and pureed fruit into him this evening, but shortly after he sucked down his last bottle it happened. Puke. Everywhere.

It was on him, on me, his blanket, the rocking chair, the stool, the floor, the dresser - you name it. I tried to contain it with his blanket, knowing I could pull one of the spare blankets for him, but it just ran everywhere, no matter how I tried to stop it.

He had a dose of Motrin just ten minutes prior to the unloading of his stomach contents, so I don't dare give him more, as I'm not certain how much he absorbed. He had his last dose of acetaminophen just three hours prior to that, so I knew I couldn't give him more of that.

I'll be staying up for a while to:

#1 - do laundry, as I can't stand the smell of puke, and we need to make certain we have a spare "favorite" blanket.

#2 - check on Little Dude, to make certain his fever is staying in check and he hasn't vomited again.

We have weekend plans, so I'm really hoping and praying he is feeling better tomorrow and ready to head to the planned festivities by Saturday.

For now, I think I'll go scoop the cat litter. Maybe cat poop will take my mind off of baby vomit, right?

it's Nurses Day today! Happy Nurses Day to all nurses as well to me! (:
*nursing line is such a tough one!

alright. well i just had my last ICA of this course! and this last ica was indeed a very LAST LAST LAST! minute one! out of all the other icas i did. this was the really last minute ica. i slept at 1 plus,woke up at 2 plus (LOLS), slept back and woke up at 5am @.@ and i arrived school at 6.40am. wth. it's my first time coming to school so damn early! ahhhh. so now well its a sigh of relieve first. but the thought that exams are starting on the 14th Aug is making me feeling guilty about not studying just yet. ANY-OH-HOW.

NO MORE ICAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hoorayness :D

*yesterday was a bad bad day to start off with.
_censored stuff_

school starts at 10 ytd but i reached school at 9 thinking it is 10am! i still went to the lecture hall and sit la! *sat down then look around thinking "eh, these people don't exactly look familiar..." but well, i just sat there until my friend from other group asked me "Why are you here!!?" then i looked at the clock. its 9AM!!!!!!!!! wtf.

_ alright i'll end here for now! BYEEEEE.

Here are a few links that I think you will enjoy. READ THE DAMN THINGS. It took me away from my precious television watching time to look them up.

LAKE CITY, Ga. - More than 1,800 people showed up to help ABC's "Extreme Makeover" team demolish a family's decrepit home and replace it with a sparkling, four-bedroom mini-mansion in 2005.

Three years later, the reality TV show's most ambitious project at the time has become the latest victim of the foreclosure crisis.

After the Harper family used the two-story home as collateral for a $450,000 loan, it's set to go to auction on the steps of the Clayton County Courthouse Aug. 5. The couple did not return phone calls Monday, but told WSB-TV they received the loan for a construction business that failed.

Read rest of story HERE.

Preacher's Last Sermon?

....As Anthony Hopkins was leading a revival in a small church on the outskirts of Jackson, Ala., Monday night, July 28, the body of a woman, presumed to be his wife, was sitting in a freezer behind his house in Mobile where it was about to be discovered by police. Acting on a tip given by Hopkins' daughter, the eldest of eight children, police said they knew where to look and what they were likely to find when they searched the Rylands Street house. Clarke County Sheriff's deputies found him at the church a short time later, he was still preaching, ministering to people in the crowd.

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PS..His name is Anthony Hopkins? YIKES....

THERE WILL BE A QUIZ WHEN I GET BACK!!!!!

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND, Y'ALL!

I have never been the sort of person who appreciates things. I go stationary shopping this week, and by the next week, all my stationaries would've gone missing. Things never really meant more than how they appear to me. A pen is a pen. A pencil is a pencil. A book is a book. I lose it, I get a new one. Simple. It's definitely my first to lose something and actually feel really bummed over it. I don't like getting hooked to my belongings to be honest, things should always be treated as things. But I guess having myself stick loads of receipts&movie tickets &tonnes off magazine cut-outs of bands, musicians &celebrities (Pete Doherty, John Mayer, Oasis, Jet, Ed Westwick, Paolo Nutini) -all from my magazine collection which took me some time to actually think if I should really cut the magazine into pieces, having to write everything I do each day in the empty spaces, having to doodle on it a lot, and stick post it notes onto the special 'notes to self' page I had created; doing all that, it got me to really appreciate that bloody organiser ):

I honestly miss every part of my organiser. And this time, I can't buy it back ):

In contradiction to how I usually react when I lose my valuables (look for it a little, stress out a lot, then never give two shits about it), this time, I had actually made the effort to tell the Pak Cik Kantin to keep it for me if he sees it, make Keerthana & Charlene help me out in looking for it, told the teacher on duty about it (Thanks Keer), told all 3 discipline teachers about it, told the Head Prefect, told the Assistant Head Prefect, told the whole class.

Even when I had lost a whole bag of school exercise books and a full set of school uniform, the only thing I did was asked me classmates and no one else. It's different this time. It meant that much to me :-S

Pikia' said she has the photo and I'll upload it as soon. Maybe I should post up a tribute post or something.

Oh well, if someone is nice enough and not as broke as I am right now, please buy me a new leather journal with a couple of backdated issues of Q Magazine, Mojo Magazine and SPIN Magazine (available in Kinokuniya).

Back to how school was, school was okay. Shitty during the first few hours because I wasn't in a very good mood. And that took me to being very personal and touchy on many issues. I should really lessen down on having to look things at others' perspective, or at least trying to. Because you never can totally figure out how a person feels about something. But nevermind, as long as I know I've got the right intention and as long as it's connected to being nice and courtesies, than I guess I probably am on the right path.

Tuition was funny. I shall post a locked post if I am even in the mood for it. After tuition, I headed to Digital Mall with my dad after accompanying him to the ATM. It did make me feel a whole lot better because I managed to get my hands on 2 new music concert DVDs that I have yet to find someplace else (: He also made friends with the dude there so yeay!, that means he would be a little more keen to take me there if ever I plan to get anything.

These are the two he got me :

Ahh (:

Bye♥