Dear Diary

I'm jealous, urs, seriously jealous! ....... :wink:

:-)

I'm glad you like my weekend, too! Yes, all in all, I have to say I am very satisfied with my life. Isn't that great to say?

Panzade, I do deserve him, I agree! ;-)

The plans for today: leave early from work since boss is in Japan - 7 hours ahead of Germany. Grab book and towel and head to friends' house I am watching while they are on vacation. Stay in the sun as long as possible. Meet friend visiting from Bangkok. Enjoy the evening!

Not a great start to this day. It started with catching my house-mate drinking out of the milk bottle. Sitting right there in front of him were clean, freshly washed glasses, but No! He just chug-a-lugged straight out of the bottle. Blurgh.

*deep breath* Shall not continue about the annoying and disgusting habits of said house-mate. I refuse to dwell.

My ankle is finally better. Yay! Think I might do a little sketching today. Ooh! I know! I'll bake some scones! (Will need to buy fresh milk)

Today I didn't drive to school. I slept in and watched Family Guy on DvD. There was no salsa or shredded cheese so I made nachos with jarlsberg and ketchup.

My girlfriend just finished high school, has a job-training extension, and told me last night she will be finishing off her last 3 days at the store where her rapist works. She's not worried. Her parents yelled at her when she asked if she could drop out now. They used the same words and tone she's used to hearing.

Jaco, one of my rats, gave me a scare. One of her cagemates had trimmed her fur down to her skin on either side of her face. Barbering turns out to be normal for rats. I'm switching them from pellets to a special mix I will make myself out of cereals, pasta, soy nuts, dog food, dried fruit, and other yummies. They'll enjoy the variety. I need to take them out to run around more often.

I finally got in touch with UMass. Now I just have to get them to send my transcript to Hebrew College.

My plans for tomorrow are to get my ass out of bed, go to class, buy supplies for the new rat food mix, and maybe get to the registrar at UMass about my transcript. These aren't really plans. They're more like aspirations I've written down on a paper in my head.

Edit: UMass is not sending the transcript. That was my desire. I am going to have to go and get it from the registrar.

A series of events some nasty some tasteful some sad some good some royally fucked up some inclusive of drastic change - this is life.

How many choices have I made that I would unmake or that I would maybe make again, but with a little more thought of the consequences. Lord lord lord -the things I have known of myself are not the things I thought would be representative of me.

This was a fine life, but damn, Langston said it best when he coined that Life ain't been no crystal stair. How do you deal with making a decision that you've made with all the knowledge and all the information available to you at the time and later you find that uh oh - maybe there was information that was out there and you just didn't go get it. You just didn't take the time it would have taken to find that information out because you didn't want to deal with that that extra piece of information would mean. What is sigficance - is it the stuff that's important to you personally, or is it the stuff that's important to people around you and those people are important to you?

There are things that come crashing down with such a finality, to the space directly in front of my face sometimes, that it is hard not to cry over them. Why am I reminded at the worst times of a thing I might harbor some regret over? Is it fair to say that I should never regret a decision, or is it more fair, more to the point, more accurate - damn, more of the human essence to say that I might regret all things from time to time - because regret is a feeling that people feel when the grass looks greener - regarding any pasture of the life you're living?

What can be done about this and why the hell can't I tell the future? Why can't I drag my fingertip down the palm of my right hand and see what's going on with me in a the next few years? Why does this highway of life have to be travelled without a roadmap? When you grow up, you don't expect forks in the road - and when you meet one is it not human nature to think you're taking the right prong, whether that be left or right? Who can say....

Life is something else and I never thought I would be the one to have to face regrets as I am doing in these moments of my life.

I may have much to say but little motavation right now.

onyxelle how are you?

Dear Diary, Today was just like yesterday. Wake up with little Juliet, love of our lives, (honestly) be with Juliet every minute (or crying will erupt), go to bed with little Juliet and hubby. Really not so bad...very nice life here. I want to accomplish more though. I would like to improve myself somehow...thinking, thinking,thinking.
Still running daily with the baby. Feels great to get out there every morning. Am getting to know the neighbors in Cherryhurst really well. Stalker was not stalking today, so that was pleasant. Need to stretch more.
Pork chops, rice, broccoli for dinner tonight. I am going to get that Frosty from Wendy's tonight that I was craving last night.
Will definitely go on looong walk with Ju and hubby after dinner.
Ash left message saying she wanted to stay at Dad's for a while....
What to do about Ash? Growing up is harder these days? I'm thinking it's all about puberty at the moment. Well, her Dad's awesome...don't let it get to me.

Dear Diary

We went to look at "camionetas estacas" or stake bed pickups today. We want to have a truck so that a) we can have two vehicals when we move up to our remote country house and b) to haul the materials for renovations to it saving expensive delivery costs. Delivery is maybe four or five times what they charge to deliver in Cali. So we went to Avenida Vasquez Cobo which is lined on both sides with used car dealers and low and behold there was a beautifull '00 Mazda 4x2 stake bed, exactly what we were looking for! It was clean as a whistle with scratchless silver paint, four brand new tires and even brand new air-conditioning. Perfect but...my wife said she had a "mala espina, mala vibracion". I got in and fired it up and BUMMER, not only my wife but the steering wheel too had a bad vibration. It was pretty clear that all that pretty detailing and even newly installed air was a cover-up for a bad motor. Oh well back to the classifieds.

I hope you're feeling better today, husker. Write when you feel up to it.

"Hmmm....", she says, peeking in through a crack in the door. This is a hard place to get into. I've been in to visit briefly on a couple other occassions and didn't stay. Hmmm...
Perhaps we'll try again. Maybe. Hmmm...."

I saw you peeking, Jesusgirl! Why not step right in & wander around a bit? Ya never know ...
You won't remember me at Abuzz, but I remember you. It's nice to see you again!

Hi, Jesusgirl, glad to see you.

My day, lazygoodfornothing day, so much so that I feel some remorse. I am going to make some french onion soup, this one is called onion soup chablisienne in the old old new york times cookbook that Craig Claiborne wrote. Since I will be trying not to have the onions burn, it will engage me in the kitchen, which needs cleaning attention.

Of course I remember you, MsOlga. It's nice to see you too!

Is Mapleleaf here?

Aw well....I'll find out. We had a very busy weekend here, I'm bushed and have an 0830 class tomorrow. New semester starting. Sigh. I really do need to go beddie-by.

I'll try to take another peek tomorrow.


Greetings to old friends, shy hello to strangers.

And about that Newbie business....Newbie my ass. I'm older than...well...never mind. Newbie....that's like calling a veteran doc and intern. Sigh.
Labels, labels, labels, schmables. Pfffft.

<waving>

Wow! Ossobuco and Sozobe!

OK...so I will be back, but right now I really do need to get to bed. (As if I'll be able to sleep now!)

Hi, JG!

Hi, JG!

Hi Margo!

Dear Diary,
I fell on my way to class today. 2 professors picked me up and dusted me off, called campus police, who called EMS, who hauled my embarrassed self to Motown's main trauma center.
No breaks, just sprains and pain and bruises. Ugh. Hand is pretty much immobile. Typing is one handed...slow...clumsy.

Some great news!!! Doc says I can go back to the office for 3-4 hours a day!! I'm so happy.