Thursday, May 23, 2013
YAY they caught the jackasses who robbed my boy
THREE
SUSPECTS CHARGED IN CONNECTION WITH CARJACKING: On May 19 at 11:34
p.m., officers responded to the 3100 block of Knolewater Court in
Waldorf for the report of a carjacking. The victim – a pizza delivery
man – was making a delivery when he was approached by three suspects.
One of the suspects assaulted the victim and all three suspects stole
the pizza and fled in the victim’s car. The next day,
three males were arrested for shoplifting at a store in Marlow Heights.
Officers investigating the theft found evidence linking the suspects to
the carjacking and as a result, the stolen car was recovered. The
suspects, Brion Carr, 22, of Waldorf; Kurt Johnson, 22, of Waldorf, and a
17-year-old male from Calvert County were charged with armed robbery.
Cpl R. Zink is investigating.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Well, the last 7 days have been interesting to say the least. Last Monday, I called out sick to work because I was feeling kinda weird. My chest hurt and I thought I was catching a cold. Then Tuesday, I felt better and went to work. About an hour of being at work, my chest started throbbing and it was kind of hard to catch a breath. I've never had a heart attack, but I know the Tasigna messes with the heart and I was afraid that something was going on. I finished the day though and went home. I slept terrible. Laying on my stomach was the only way I felt comfort, laying on my side was excruciating, and by the time my alarm was going off, I had decided that there was no way I was going into work until I had my heart looked at. I sent a quick, "I'm going to be late today" email and went back to bed. By 8am the pain was so bad I was sure I was having a heart attack or that I had pneumonia. I woke Chris and said I was going to drive myself to Patient first, or maybe the hospital but that he could go back to sleep (dumb huh? I was in pain and not thinking rationally). We get to the emergency room and they do an EEG (or EKG?) what ever the heart thingy is and it must have been normal. They eventually send me back to ER room and I change into those sexy ass showing gowns they give ya and they hook me back up to heart monitor, and insert an IV into my arm.
At some point a guy comes in to take an xray of my chest, then the doctor comes in to say he's also ordered a CAT scan of my chest and abdomen. He also says that he thinks I have pancreatitis based on my blood results. The normal count in your pancreas is 0-30 and mine was 500. so something was a bit off there. Do the CAT scan and everything looks "unremarkable" and my guts felt a bit insulted. I'm remarkable!! :D
So, the ER doc calls my hematologist to let him know that the chemotherapy has caused my pancreas to throw a temper tantrum and I'm taken off Chemo until.. well.. whenever Dr. Fox says I can take them again. So, we go home with a note for work to be off 4 days and medication to help with the pain. Walking was so painful, bumps were painful, and I dreaded the stairs.
I was put on a liquid diet, broth, soup, juice, water. WOOHOOO. oh the meal possibilities! However, no one said how long to do this thing (and today I'm suffering a bit). All day Wednesday I hurt, and Chris does manage to get me upstairs and I think I took all but two of the pillows so I could sleep sitting upright. By the morning, I felt a bit better. by Thursday night, I could lay on my side but stairs still gave me a fit. Friday, it was almost like nothing happened.
Last night I ate a piece of chicken and today, I have the achy chest and difficulty walking up stairs. So I called my primary doc and was told nothing spicy or harder than noodles for the next 5 days. a soft diet basically.
enough about me. lets talk Joey.
Baby boy comes over Sunday and practically spends all day with us.. it was a great day! He fusses about work, and how he doesn't want to go and that he's ready to quit, I talk him out of it because you need good job references and never quit a job till you have one lined up. right? that's what I was always taught. anyway.... onward.
he goes to work. The next day I log into face-book and see messages like, "if you see this car, call the police, or joey coller" and "car was stolen, joey roughed up, call police with information to the whereabouts to the car" and I'm like WTF?! well, about midnight, Sunday, Joey is out on delivery and goes to the house on the ticket. he gets out the car with the pizza's and a guy is standing in front of him holing a flare gun on him, while the other two guys hop in his car. Then as the punks roll down the driveway in Joey's car, he tries to run after them and the punks are yelling at the other guy to "kick his ass". Which he does. With a pipe. on his head. Joey said that he heard the 'kick his ass' part and before he could turn around and face the fucker, he was clocked in the back of the head and fell to the ground. When he stumbled up, he was hit in the head again and wobbled but remained on his feet. He kinda remembers being stabbed in the back with something but not sure what. from the way it looks, it was the end of the pipe.
Joey goes into fight mode and starts to fight the guy and wrestles the pipe away and breaks it. Then lands a couple good blows to the punks face and the punk runs to Joey's, now stolen, car and take off. A neighbor had called police, and let joey use the phone to call his dad (but couldn't wake up) and then he called Domino's and someone came to get him. He refused to go to the hospital, but he really should have because by the time Dad and Amber took him to the doctor, it was too late for stitches. And he has two nasty gashes on the back of his head. I felt really bad, because I talked him into going to work that night. I should have said just stay here and keep me company. He probably would have gone to work anyway, but I wish I had kept my mouth shut.
Now good news. I have another job. I start on June 3 and it will be at the Department of Commerce, in Washington, DC. I'll be catching the bus at one of the commuter lots, maybe at my church .. I need to investigate the routes. But the pay is great, and I don't have to drive, which is even better, because the meds I'm on make me a bit drowsy and long drives lull me to sleep.
I gotta do some work, (I think my coworkers are plotting something cuz I hear a lot of people going into Gretchens office and money for.. and whispering). guess we'll find out in the next two days. haha
until tomorrow. I have work to do.
At some point a guy comes in to take an xray of my chest, then the doctor comes in to say he's also ordered a CAT scan of my chest and abdomen. He also says that he thinks I have pancreatitis based on my blood results. The normal count in your pancreas is 0-30 and mine was 500. so something was a bit off there. Do the CAT scan and everything looks "unremarkable" and my guts felt a bit insulted. I'm remarkable!! :D
So, the ER doc calls my hematologist to let him know that the chemotherapy has caused my pancreas to throw a temper tantrum and I'm taken off Chemo until.. well.. whenever Dr. Fox says I can take them again. So, we go home with a note for work to be off 4 days and medication to help with the pain. Walking was so painful, bumps were painful, and I dreaded the stairs.
I was put on a liquid diet, broth, soup, juice, water. WOOHOOO. oh the meal possibilities! However, no one said how long to do this thing (and today I'm suffering a bit). All day Wednesday I hurt, and Chris does manage to get me upstairs and I think I took all but two of the pillows so I could sleep sitting upright. By the morning, I felt a bit better. by Thursday night, I could lay on my side but stairs still gave me a fit. Friday, it was almost like nothing happened.
Last night I ate a piece of chicken and today, I have the achy chest and difficulty walking up stairs. So I called my primary doc and was told nothing spicy or harder than noodles for the next 5 days. a soft diet basically.
enough about me. lets talk Joey.
Baby boy comes over Sunday and practically spends all day with us.. it was a great day! He fusses about work, and how he doesn't want to go and that he's ready to quit, I talk him out of it because you need good job references and never quit a job till you have one lined up. right? that's what I was always taught. anyway.... onward.
he goes to work. The next day I log into face-book and see messages like, "if you see this car, call the police, or joey coller" and "car was stolen, joey roughed up, call police with information to the whereabouts to the car" and I'm like WTF?! well, about midnight, Sunday, Joey is out on delivery and goes to the house on the ticket. he gets out the car with the pizza's and a guy is standing in front of him holing a flare gun on him, while the other two guys hop in his car. Then as the punks roll down the driveway in Joey's car, he tries to run after them and the punks are yelling at the other guy to "kick his ass". Which he does. With a pipe. on his head. Joey said that he heard the 'kick his ass' part and before he could turn around and face the fucker, he was clocked in the back of the head and fell to the ground. When he stumbled up, he was hit in the head again and wobbled but remained on his feet. He kinda remembers being stabbed in the back with something but not sure what. from the way it looks, it was the end of the pipe.
Joey goes into fight mode and starts to fight the guy and wrestles the pipe away and breaks it. Then lands a couple good blows to the punks face and the punk runs to Joey's, now stolen, car and take off. A neighbor had called police, and let joey use the phone to call his dad (but couldn't wake up) and then he called Domino's and someone came to get him. He refused to go to the hospital, but he really should have because by the time Dad and Amber took him to the doctor, it was too late for stitches. And he has two nasty gashes on the back of his head. I felt really bad, because I talked him into going to work that night. I should have said just stay here and keep me company. He probably would have gone to work anyway, but I wish I had kept my mouth shut.
Now good news. I have another job. I start on June 3 and it will be at the Department of Commerce, in Washington, DC. I'll be catching the bus at one of the commuter lots, maybe at my church .. I need to investigate the routes. But the pay is great, and I don't have to drive, which is even better, because the meds I'm on make me a bit drowsy and long drives lull me to sleep.
I gotta do some work, (I think my coworkers are plotting something cuz I hear a lot of people going into Gretchens office and money for.. and whispering). guess we'll find out in the next two days. haha
until tomorrow. I have work to do.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
today's blogger challenge is.....
love
It wasn't that long ago I would have said something like, "love is a lie started by people who worked at Hallmark to sell stupid sappy cards". However, I can attest that love does exist.
It exists in the baby you have born, and comes naturally without question or hesitancy. It's just there. When the first time they look you in your eyes and you see yourself, the trust they have for you, the first laugh that melts your legs, their booboo's that break your heart. The knowledge that deep in your soul, you would kill anyone who physically hurt them and spend your life in prison... gladly, to protect them. I would die for them. Period.
Later, love comes when you look in the mirror and discover that you are a fine looking woman and who gives a flying monkeys ass what they said about you in your childhood and teenage years. You love yourself. Once that happens, real love comes along. You still love your children, but they love you back. You love your furbabies, and they no DOUBT love you in return.
The sweetest love comes when your spouse loves you. I am that lucky. I can look in his blue eyes and see that he loves me. I see it when he makes the bed. I smell it when the coffee pot is brewing at 5am. I hear it when he asks if I've taken my 6am chemotherapy pill. I also hear it when he knows I'm tired and he stays awake, after working at night, or spending a night awake because that's his schedule, and he calls me and talks to me until I arrive to work safely. Why? Because sometimes the medicines make me so sleepy, it's hard to stay awake and drive. So he talks to me and keeps me alert. Love is looking at my many rolls and telling me I'm beautiful...and I believe it cuz it shows on his face.
Love is carrying down a load of clothes because I have overstuffed it and can't drag it down. Love is making my favorite dinners, love is not complaining about my fan blowing in his face.. even when it's 20 degrees outside. Love is laughing at my pathetic attempts at a fart bomb that comes out sounding like a wookie.. and paying me back in triple with REAL farts that are truly made by a man. and you can laugh about them. Because.. dammit.. farts are funny!
Love is holding me when I am a crying blubbering mess and telling me we'll get through this together. Love is not forcing me to send the lab a poop sample. disgusting!! that shit is for old people. not me. :) and sorry.. i'm not sticking a sample of crap in the mail. not happening.
Love is acceptance, kindness, understanding, forgiveness.. and sometimes over and over for the same damn thing (sorry... i farted on you while you were sleeping and pulled the sheet over your head. I don't think you remember. you rolled over though )
I love my friends to the point that I will drop what I'm doing and run to help them out. that is my nature. That, to me is love.
Enough of the topic.. onward to the medication.
I have finished 7 days of the Tasigna and have noticed side effects that didn't occur with Sprycel. Every joint aches. Every old bone I hurt.. hurts again. The shit tastes like, well, SHIT. I had one stuck in my throat this morning and while I was in a panic to find some more water to swallow, it started to dissolve and I could taste it. kinda sulfurish. just YUCK!!!! I have also noted that I can't walk up stairs with my usual pep. I have to stop midway and breath before continuing. I will not take the elevator to the second floor though. screw that. it's lazy people who do that. not me. I can tear up some chicken, and while on Sprycel, chicken was the enemy. When it's time to eat... I'm frigging hungry. I do have a bit of nausea, but it's not as bad. (yet). I've only slipped one time with the mandatory, no eating 2 hours before (take pill) and no eating one hour after. I slipped up and ate a gummy worm. we're hoping the sugar dissolved before taking the medication. I also get dizzy when I've been on my knees. no pervs.. i get on my knees sometimes when sorting fabric colors or petting the dog. Getting up, I've seen so many stars I feel like passing out. However, the time I actually DID pass out, i don't remember seeing any stars. so not sure what that means.
anyway.. that is about it for today. I've a final tomorrow and damned if i didn't leave my freaking book at work. So, i'll be studying tomorrow.. at work.. and hope for a good grade in the class. I hate sociology. my next class is going to be in homeland security. I need that one before I can tackle any of the other classes.
ta for now! peace and chicken grease!
It wasn't that long ago I would have said something like, "love is a lie started by people who worked at Hallmark to sell stupid sappy cards". However, I can attest that love does exist.
It exists in the baby you have born, and comes naturally without question or hesitancy. It's just there. When the first time they look you in your eyes and you see yourself, the trust they have for you, the first laugh that melts your legs, their booboo's that break your heart. The knowledge that deep in your soul, you would kill anyone who physically hurt them and spend your life in prison... gladly, to protect them. I would die for them. Period.
Later, love comes when you look in the mirror and discover that you are a fine looking woman and who gives a flying monkeys ass what they said about you in your childhood and teenage years. You love yourself. Once that happens, real love comes along. You still love your children, but they love you back. You love your furbabies, and they no DOUBT love you in return.
The sweetest love comes when your spouse loves you. I am that lucky. I can look in his blue eyes and see that he loves me. I see it when he makes the bed. I smell it when the coffee pot is brewing at 5am. I hear it when he asks if I've taken my 6am chemotherapy pill. I also hear it when he knows I'm tired and he stays awake, after working at night, or spending a night awake because that's his schedule, and he calls me and talks to me until I arrive to work safely. Why? Because sometimes the medicines make me so sleepy, it's hard to stay awake and drive. So he talks to me and keeps me alert. Love is looking at my many rolls and telling me I'm beautiful...and I believe it cuz it shows on his face.
Love is carrying down a load of clothes because I have overstuffed it and can't drag it down. Love is making my favorite dinners, love is not complaining about my fan blowing in his face.. even when it's 20 degrees outside. Love is laughing at my pathetic attempts at a fart bomb that comes out sounding like a wookie.. and paying me back in triple with REAL farts that are truly made by a man. and you can laugh about them. Because.. dammit.. farts are funny!
Love is holding me when I am a crying blubbering mess and telling me we'll get through this together. Love is not forcing me to send the lab a poop sample. disgusting!! that shit is for old people. not me. :) and sorry.. i'm not sticking a sample of crap in the mail. not happening.
Love is acceptance, kindness, understanding, forgiveness.. and sometimes over and over for the same damn thing (sorry... i farted on you while you were sleeping and pulled the sheet over your head. I don't think you remember. you rolled over though )
I love my friends to the point that I will drop what I'm doing and run to help them out. that is my nature. That, to me is love.
Enough of the topic.. onward to the medication.
I have finished 7 days of the Tasigna and have noticed side effects that didn't occur with Sprycel. Every joint aches. Every old bone I hurt.. hurts again. The shit tastes like, well, SHIT. I had one stuck in my throat this morning and while I was in a panic to find some more water to swallow, it started to dissolve and I could taste it. kinda sulfurish. just YUCK!!!! I have also noted that I can't walk up stairs with my usual pep. I have to stop midway and breath before continuing. I will not take the elevator to the second floor though. screw that. it's lazy people who do that. not me. I can tear up some chicken, and while on Sprycel, chicken was the enemy. When it's time to eat... I'm frigging hungry. I do have a bit of nausea, but it's not as bad. (yet). I've only slipped one time with the mandatory, no eating 2 hours before (take pill) and no eating one hour after. I slipped up and ate a gummy worm. we're hoping the sugar dissolved before taking the medication. I also get dizzy when I've been on my knees. no pervs.. i get on my knees sometimes when sorting fabric colors or petting the dog. Getting up, I've seen so many stars I feel like passing out. However, the time I actually DID pass out, i don't remember seeing any stars. so not sure what that means.
anyway.. that is about it for today. I've a final tomorrow and damned if i didn't leave my freaking book at work. So, i'll be studying tomorrow.. at work.. and hope for a good grade in the class. I hate sociology. my next class is going to be in homeland security. I need that one before I can tackle any of the other classes.
ta for now! peace and chicken grease!
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Tasigna, day 2 (and other stuff)
I fell asleep around 10:30 last night, and slept until 5am. I shouldn't be this darn tired but I am. Then again, I am always sleepy.. maybe it's age. :) Kind of like uncontrollable flatulence, it's not because of the medication, it's age.
Yesterday was my first full day of the megga meds, and I really need to give props to my husband. I failed to do that last night and I should have, because when I broke down sobbing, he held me. He was loving and listened to my fears and was encouraging and strong. I took them because of his faith that these pills will make me better. He loves me so much that he just held me and let me cry it out and then hugged me tighter once i took them. He took time out from work last night to see if I had taken the next dose. He was awake this morning for the third dose. THAT is support!! And now and forever more, when I hear the song, Lean on me, I will be thinking of him. Because he sent that to me last night so I would hear it this morning. 100 lifetimes would not be enough with this man. I love him so much and I actually FEEL and KNOW he loves me back. That is amazing to me.
So, I'm sitting at work and boss comes in and usually after he greets me, it's "where is my calendar" and I hand it to him. He'll stand at my desk and add or subtract things from the day and tell me to print another. Not today. Today he said good morning and then stood at my desk and asked how I was feeling. He told me his sister has to take chemotherapy for the rest of her life (she had a double masectomy) and the stuff she takes has the same side effects I have, but her's had the bonus of making her eyelashes grow super long. Nice, huh! I hope that happens to me. :D I'd have longer lashes then Amber!!! Anyway, it surprised me that he asked how I was doing. he's never asked before.
And I'm getting stuff from coworkers, like a CD about a saint who heals, and another with a series of talks about being saved and angels (I think it's her brother as his name was Father Maturi) I listed to the CD and am listening to the recordings. I won't hurt their feelings by ignoring their concern. Catholic or not.. we both pray to God.
Okay.. the burning question of the day. Do i feel any different than yesterday. yes. Today I feel:
I'll be back later, need to produce some work.
Yesterday was my first full day of the megga meds, and I really need to give props to my husband. I failed to do that last night and I should have, because when I broke down sobbing, he held me. He was loving and listened to my fears and was encouraging and strong. I took them because of his faith that these pills will make me better. He loves me so much that he just held me and let me cry it out and then hugged me tighter once i took them. He took time out from work last night to see if I had taken the next dose. He was awake this morning for the third dose. THAT is support!! And now and forever more, when I hear the song, Lean on me, I will be thinking of him. Because he sent that to me last night so I would hear it this morning. 100 lifetimes would not be enough with this man. I love him so much and I actually FEEL and KNOW he loves me back. That is amazing to me.
So, I'm sitting at work and boss comes in and usually after he greets me, it's "where is my calendar" and I hand it to him. He'll stand at my desk and add or subtract things from the day and tell me to print another. Not today. Today he said good morning and then stood at my desk and asked how I was feeling. He told me his sister has to take chemotherapy for the rest of her life (she had a double masectomy) and the stuff she takes has the same side effects I have, but her's had the bonus of making her eyelashes grow super long. Nice, huh! I hope that happens to me. :D I'd have longer lashes then Amber!!! Anyway, it surprised me that he asked how I was doing. he's never asked before.
And I'm getting stuff from coworkers, like a CD about a saint who heals, and another with a series of talks about being saved and angels (I think it's her brother as his name was Father Maturi) I listed to the CD and am listening to the recordings. I won't hurt their feelings by ignoring their concern. Catholic or not.. we both pray to God.
Okay.. the burning question of the day. Do i feel any different than yesterday. yes. Today I feel:
- achy. my hips are throbbing like I have arthritis in both instead of just the one.
- eyes hurt, headache. Had to take tylenol when I woke this morning because my head hurt. now it's just my eyeballs. heh heh, I said 'balls' :)
I'll be back later, need to produce some work.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
putting the challenge on hold for a day or so
I started a new chemo today (yesterday) and want to write about it. Maybe writing about it will help ease the fear I have inside.
We decided that I'd take it at 6pm and at 6am since those two times are the least likely times I'd be noshing on food. Chris hands me the two yellow pills and I don't know what happened to me. One minute I'm like, "sure, lets get it over with" and the next, I'm all crying so hard I can't breath. I think the side effects scare me (i know they do) and I'm also just tired of taking medicine that makes me ill. I want to be cancer free. I want this over with. So, I eventually stop shaking and crying and try to swallow them, only to get it stuck in my throat. I had to drink a full glass of water, and a full glass to my stomach is 8-10 ounces. Anyway, I did it. I took them and now am started on the stronger dose of chemo. I think what made me cry was I had it in my head that I only had to take 2 pills a day. Not 2 at a time, 4 a day. That little mind screw... got to me.
Good news, I interviewed with the Dept of Commerce, National Telecommunications and Information Administration (NTIA for short) and was told that they would narrow down the search in a week. I got a call back this morning that they wanted me to meet with their Associate Administrator, Mr. Fletcher (I interviewed with the Deputy associate administrator, Laura) and Laura wanted me to email her and Sandy my references. i did..... and I'm so STOKED. I have a second interview scheduled for Friday at 11. I have a fantastic feeling about this job! You know how you meet people and things just 'click'? That's how it was there. A very small office, 5 people. that's it. and that would be me included. Nice eh? And it's located right near the place I used to work in DC, so I worry a bit about terrorist, especially since I'd be located VERY close to the white house. But, then again, I remember the camera's and all the security on and around pennsylvania avenue... I think we'd be okay.
Okay, for day 2 of the meds.... my joints are a bit achy. Not to say it's not from exercising, but it's almost a chore to lift them up and walk. I ate my strawberry waffles, the krispy kreme doughnut and the avacado today... and I don't want anything else. the thought of food is making me sick again. great. OH.. and it mentioned something about gas. I have to laugh at that because if there is one thing this gal doens't need, and that is another excuse to fart. Anyway, I had to excuse myself because as i was peeing.. i was tooting and the bathroom acts like a microphone. Of course it had to be a full house too. I didn't come out until it was empty though. I should have said something like, "have a taste of THAT cheeseburger" (yeah, borrowed from someone else) but I knew who was in there and didn't want THEM to know it was me fartin'. I hope it goes away soon... i don't want to be known as the crop duster.
Class tonight. I did my paper on Gay marriage. I wish I had chosen a different topic because I could have written more if it were just on Coming out in America... so many atheletes and actors I could have included. this blog sucks by the way.... i'm in a hurry and my form and language are horrible.
gotta go, it's almost time to leave and head home to my sweetheart and puppy.
We decided that I'd take it at 6pm and at 6am since those two times are the least likely times I'd be noshing on food. Chris hands me the two yellow pills and I don't know what happened to me. One minute I'm like, "sure, lets get it over with" and the next, I'm all crying so hard I can't breath. I think the side effects scare me (i know they do) and I'm also just tired of taking medicine that makes me ill. I want to be cancer free. I want this over with. So, I eventually stop shaking and crying and try to swallow them, only to get it stuck in my throat. I had to drink a full glass of water, and a full glass to my stomach is 8-10 ounces. Anyway, I did it. I took them and now am started on the stronger dose of chemo. I think what made me cry was I had it in my head that I only had to take 2 pills a day. Not 2 at a time, 4 a day. That little mind screw... got to me.
Good news, I interviewed with the Dept of Commerce, National Telecommunications and Information Administration (NTIA for short) and was told that they would narrow down the search in a week. I got a call back this morning that they wanted me to meet with their Associate Administrator, Mr. Fletcher (I interviewed with the Deputy associate administrator, Laura) and Laura wanted me to email her and Sandy my references. i did..... and I'm so STOKED. I have a second interview scheduled for Friday at 11. I have a fantastic feeling about this job! You know how you meet people and things just 'click'? That's how it was there. A very small office, 5 people. that's it. and that would be me included. Nice eh? And it's located right near the place I used to work in DC, so I worry a bit about terrorist, especially since I'd be located VERY close to the white house. But, then again, I remember the camera's and all the security on and around pennsylvania avenue... I think we'd be okay.
Okay, for day 2 of the meds.... my joints are a bit achy. Not to say it's not from exercising, but it's almost a chore to lift them up and walk. I ate my strawberry waffles, the krispy kreme doughnut and the avacado today... and I don't want anything else. the thought of food is making me sick again. great. OH.. and it mentioned something about gas. I have to laugh at that because if there is one thing this gal doens't need, and that is another excuse to fart. Anyway, I had to excuse myself because as i was peeing.. i was tooting and the bathroom acts like a microphone. Of course it had to be a full house too. I didn't come out until it was empty though. I should have said something like, "have a taste of THAT cheeseburger" (yeah, borrowed from someone else) but I knew who was in there and didn't want THEM to know it was me fartin'. I hope it goes away soon... i don't want to be known as the crop duster.
Class tonight. I did my paper on Gay marriage. I wish I had chosen a different topic because I could have written more if it were just on Coming out in America... so many atheletes and actors I could have included. this blog sucks by the way.... i'm in a hurry and my form and language are horrible.
gotta go, it's almost time to leave and head home to my sweetheart and puppy.
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