Take a Number

1. I am much funnier and much more interesting in person then I am on this site. And I think that is dang unfair. I think I should be able to write better and show how fantastic I am.
2. luckily no one reads this, not even dear hubby, good looking, sweetie, Boy A or Boy B
3. I have a love hate relationship with doctors. I went to see my wonderful, intelligent, stupid scum-sucking doctor for a blood pressure check and I complained about feeling lightheaded and dizzy especially after bending over. He said it was probably a reaction to either blood pressure medicine or the antidepressant and did it bother me enough to change. Yes it bothers me enough to want to change. It makes me feel sick. It makes me walk like a drunk, staggering from side to side. And I never want to look like I am a drunk.
4. mostly I want him to read my mind and know that it bothers me a lot. I don’t want to have to say it. Saying it makes me sound (at least to me) like a wuss. And yes I know that is stupid. I don’t want to have to read his mind, or my husbands mind, or my bosses mind, but they should all be able to read part of my mind, though only the part I want them to read. I sure don’t want doctor to read the part that calls him a stupid scum sucker.
5. I think I’ll try my heelies again. Last time I fell and hit my head. This time I will be protected. I’ll wear a helmet and use my father’s walker. When I told the boys what I was going to do, they forbade me to do it outside. They would be humiliated.
6. I have only 18 more weeks till R-day.
7. I have a newly discovered blog love--Fat Doctor
8. I can't post any pictures until I get my laptop back.
9. I still miss my laptop.
10. I still love Plain-Jane, Vast Veranda and Bitchypoo.
11. My love for them is unrequited.