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Friday, August 04, 2006 ----- gone again
so michael had to leave again. he left this time for an undetermined amount of time. he's not sure when he is going to come back this time around. he doesn't know if he's going to be sent to arkansas then come home and go back to indiana, or if he's going to arkansas to stay for the next 3 wks. the house is coming along now, slowly but surely. the contractor seems to be getting a move on since we gave him the first check. they've floated and taped all the rooms except for the kitchen, and that should be done this weekend, along w/ all of the tile for the rooms that need tile.
on another note, the kids are starting school next week. j.j. starts school on the 9th and the other 2 on the 10th. the high school started some new thing where the freshmens start a day earlier so that they can have a head start on getting to know the school. that's actually a really good idea. this way he'll have an idea of where he's going, and he won't be running around like a freshmen.
so, yesterday was fun at seabrook beach club. it was nice to get out and hang out with people my own age and not kids. i ended up leaving around 1230 and going to breakfast with some friends. they bought me breakfast, which was really nice of them. steak and eggs at 2 am is nice. ;) there was this really ugly girl though sitting across from me...drunk as hell. holy cow, she was so fugly. there are some people that just don't need to drink, cause they look like shit. michael was so worried about me last night. he was like, make sure you text me when you leave the club. i felt like a little kid. it's like how many times (and not recently, by his choice) has he gone out and stayed out and i don't ask him to call me when he's leaving or text me. i figure he's a grown man, and he knows right from wrong...he knows when to come home. i mean, yeah...it's respectful to let him know where i'm at. i have no problem with that. but it's the tone he tells me to text him. like i don't know how to behave myself. there were too many people there last night for me to be acting a fool. i wouldn't want that shit to get back to him and embarrass him in anyway. i act the way that i would want him to act. of course i'm more friendlier than him, so people talk to me more than they do to him. he just gives off that vibe sometimes though, that he is unapproachable. i like it, don't get me wrong. that's what attracted me to him the first time i saw him sitting there, baked out of his mind at the club. he was quiet. i like that. but i'm not. so anyway, i had plenty of babysitters, but it was still fun. breakfast was nice. but talking to him today, you'd swear that i got a hotel room w/ a slew of men and didn't come home till the sun came up. damned if i do, damned if i don't. i behave myself completely, and not because of him...because of me. but he acts like he doesn't believe me. maybe i'm reading too much into it. i know that he's had a hard 2 days, flying on 2 different charter planes, then driving 3 hours to where they had to work. he's been working his ass off, and has no time to talk to me. i feel bad as usual that i'm sitting here with NOTHING to do. NOTHING. nothing but time on my hands. why is it that i have NOTHING to do??? i am going insane. j.j. just got home and is already aggravating the hell out of me. and he wonders why the hell i lose my patience with him. anyway...i better go. i have to beat some kids up.
*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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