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Thursday, November 03, 2005 ----- thurs.
i was sick yesterday, stayed in bed all day. i only got up to go pee. it was horrible. i don't know what happened/ i just got so sick to my stomach. anyway...michael came home early and took care of me. he's such a sweetie. even after the day before (tuesday) we fought like a bunch of high school boyfriend/girlfriend couples. it was silly, but sometimes it's a good thing to get angry and vent. we don't do it that often, but when we do...it's horrible. it's not even like it's physical or bad like that, it's just the yelling, and saying hateful things to eachother that is wrong. i hate to be mad at him. i can't even stay mad at him for long. i was trying to be mrs. bad ass and not talk to him, knowing the whole time that i wanted to just make up already. he was being the same way. we are both so stubborn that way. trying our hardest to not make up with eachother, knowing that we both hate to stay mad. by bedtime of course, we had made up and all was better. it's silly to argue when we both know that in a matter of minutes we'll be over and done with it. sometimes like i said tho', i can't help being a bitch and venting.
anyway, it's all over and done with. today is a new day. i have a doctor appt to see if i can get the good ole' doc. to tie my tubes. we'll see how that goes. it saddens me tho'. it's like taking away my right to bear michael's babies. i just know that it's for the best considering the whole thing going on with my health. it just makes me feel like less of a woman. i hope that i don't get too sad. i hate to be depressed.
anyway...i'll update after the appt. i'm off to take the kiddo's to school.
*patty*
me.
Sometimes I'm mad at the world, and I take it out on everyone around me...but for the most part, I'm happy with my life...
But I am a dreamer...I am a MOM, a WIFE, a daughter, an aunt, a sister, a cousin, a grandaughter, a neice, a hardworker, a true friend,
a nag, lazy, mean, bitchy, bossy and hard to deal with, but that's me...
I'm me, no matter what that may be....you can either love me, or hate me...
Did you know that every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back...
I've learned you gotta live your life to it's fullest, cause tomorrow is not promised to us, we gotta take each day and live it like it was our last.
I wanna LOVE my husband like he's never been loved, I wanna be the best mom that I can be to my kids.
I wanna ROCK OUT, WITH MY CROTCH OUT (not literally)...I don't want to have one single regret the day that I die...
I want for people to remember me...
When I grow up, I want to be a photographer...I want to take beautiful pictures of people...it's just my silly dream, don't know if I'll ever get around to doing it....one day Patty, one day...
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