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What /not/ to wear when you wake up with vertigo:

MAN. I kept "pulling" to the right today, and could barely focus on my computer. I thought it would get better as the day progressed, but it did not. Finally caved, and went to seek treatment.

Inner ear infection! Yay!

Malady of the week, I'm thinking. But the shoes are deceptively comfortable, and UBER sessay. I highly recommend 'em to any chica in the market for some nice shoes. :)

Today was unbelievably as busy as yesterday, but none of the stress. I'm coping with this somehow without seeking a therapist. lol :) I overdressed, thinking it was THURSDAY like a dork, but ended up leaving around 2. Am still feeling right-sided, but am taking meds to help with it all. This is a first for me, and it's very strange. I don't like it.

The spawnlette has a series of parties to go to. I'm SO FEARFUL about these, and wonder WHAT HER DAD IS DOING. I want to just enforce the custody thing, but I swore I wouldn't stop her from being where she wanted. If, however, this continues, I'll start playing this by the book. In the long run, I love her -- that's all that counts. She can grow up and still spend quality time with me at the same time. I worry about some of her friends. She's definitely shared way too much info with me, which I've learned I can't trust with her dad. He tells her. *sigh* I now FINALLY know that we'll /never/ co-parent as was ordered by our divorce. It's sad and selfish on his part. Too busy with his own life, lining up ex-wife-#4, too busy to really watch the spawn or spend time with her. Her words...not mine.

Enough of that. I'll see how this goes in the next month or so and then make a decision.

So I came home, spent my time on the rowing machine, painted my bedroom door, and put a fresh white coat on a half-painted canvas. The spawn will never finish it, and I'm not letting it go to waste.

More than likely, I'll have to go in to work tomorrow or Sunday. Meh! Even leaving early, I still had overtime (I think). But with all our shut-downs and ordering/manufacturing, my job sees no light at the end of the tunnel. If it wasn't for the gratitude of my guys, I'd throw my hands in the air. And party like I just don't care.

Okay, so we all know I don't party. I'm so dull it hurts.

I just finished with book 5 in my series. All the titles are kinda clever, so perhaps I'll recycle them one day, whilst truly sticking with the titles.

Too tired to really update, so Imma end this joy right now.

I do have some head shots I wanted to put up. Maybe later.


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Mar. 7th, 2008 11:42 pm (UTC)
sessay for sure! 2 thumbs up!
Mar. 8th, 2008 12:30 am (UTC)
Thanks!! They look much better/sexier on :)
Mar. 8th, 2008 12:28 am (UTC)
is it sleeting down there?
Mar. 8th, 2008 12:30 am (UTC)
Hmmmmmmm...not that I'm aware of. Is it there?
Mar. 8th, 2008 12:41 am (UTC)
ayup. sounded like someone throwing sand against the window for a while
Mar. 8th, 2008 12:43 am (UTC)
It hasn't hit here yet. Hopefully it won't. I'm nestled in, though.
Mar. 8th, 2008 12:45 am (UTC)
well, if it gets too nasty down there, would be a good excuse to not have to go to work...
Mar. 8th, 2008 12:47 am (UTC)
Oh, I don't have to; I /need/ to.
Mar. 8th, 2008 08:05 am (UTC)
Gorgeous shoes. I've promised myself a pair like that when I lose another 50 pounds and can wear them without breaking my ankles.

Yeah... parties are worrisome. You have to trust her to be sensible -well, you KNOW she'll be sensible - but things happen at parties, you can't protect her or stop the dodgy people - it's not a nice feeling to be worried and completely helpless to protect her. I'm sure she'll be fine!

It seems to me that if a man is still in the mating game, he's so busy focussing on his own needs and pleasure that he has no time/attention left to spend on parenting. It's just the way some mens' brains are - they can only attend to one thing at a time, and if that thing is the thing between their legs, then forget any hope of sensible, responsible caring.
Mar. 8th, 2008 11:10 am (UTC)
I would think he'd wisen up at this point and FINALLY ASK HIMSELF why he bothers at all. If he marries again, that'll make FOUR. I know of NO MAN ON THIS PLANET who's been married four times. Women, yeah. But not men. WTH. And he /never learns/ *his* part of what went wrong. That would be his downfall, and always will be.

The only reason she chooses to stay there is because NOW, she can do what she wants, and he lets her just to keep her there ( or so I think...I gave up on co-parenting with him last year, when he just stopped caring about anything). I'm so afraid for her, just based on things she says, and feel helpless to do anything.

Mar. 8th, 2008 05:45 pm (UTC)
Schiller has a phrase for it...
'Against stupidity, the Gods themselves contend in vain'.

Human nature sometimes seems utterly determined to ignore the wisdom born of experience, in favour of repeating the same old stupid mistakes.

Yeah. You can't warn her, can you? Just step back and watch the train wreck approaching. Gah, why won't people LISTEN to the voice of experience!
Mar. 8th, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC)
I just wish my daughter didn't have to go through it with him...*sigh* ...I try to be optimistic, and hope he makes a right choice; but clearly, that doesn't seem to be happening. I liked his last ex, but she left, so...*sighx2*
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The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card
Which is blank, is something that he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
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Tell her I bring the horoscope myself;

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