how i spent my summer vacation... or something like that

It's been one of those months to where I didn't know whether I was coming or going... I was just along for the ride, and enjoying every minute of it - or trying to, anyway.

For those of you that remember, this past summer Ninja Joe and I spent his 10th birthday camping in the wilderness (or Oklahoma... close enough) and got to do something that I look back on fondly and proudly - we got to bond in ways that most mothers and sons do not have a chance to do. Of course, he was his normal weird self, whereas I was my normal, anal-retentive, high strung, Type-A self as well.

It was a good mix, and it went well.


Also, over the course of the summer, I learned who my real friends were... a lesson I truly hope you, gentle reader, will learn one day (should you not have learned already, that is).

Friends are a key part of survival... for instance, take my friend, Christi - I love this woman as much as one can without knowing them intimately - she has been there through thick and thin, through good times and through bad, through fat times and skinny times... she's truly an angel in disguise, a true friend, and I love her for that. (Shut up. I know you're reading this... I'm sucking up, LOL.) This woman drives over 100 miles to visit me as often as humanly possible... and doesn't bitch about it. (*Sidenote: It doesn't hurt that she lives in a town populated by men who consider their second cousins "fresh meat", so Dallas is a huge step up for her.)

Then take Murf, who (may I brag for a minute here?) happens to be one of my best friends. Ever. I wish that I could say the following about any man I brought home to meet the family, and I regret that I can't say that... he's a gentleman, through and through, and I'm honored to say that he's in my small circle of friends... and he chose me to be in his. Admittedly the king of Springerville, he's royalty in my book, regardless of his status in my life.

Or perhaps there's Jimmy, who puts up with my idiosyncracies to the point of borderline flakiness, eccentricities that only he - and just he alone - will ever understand about me. The woman who ends up with him will not only need to build an alter to worship this man, but must also build a small plastic replica in his likeness and place it on her dashboard... bobble head and all.

Needless to say, I'm blessed with great kids (especially The Girl), and great friends... your family, yeah, you're born with what you've got - but the ones you run to, day in and day out, that's your family as well.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, on my summer vacation, I got what most people seek and never find in a lifetime: a whole slew of family.

Damn... I can't wait 'til the holidays.

Alright, alright... I admit it. I've been a bad girl. Fucking naughty, should you wish to accuse me of anything for not posting lately.

I know, and I should be spanked. Severely.

No, no... I'm not embarking on a new life of being a porn writer, or an actress, for that matter - had I wanted to do that, I woulda back in '95, when I had the chance - but I've just been busy. Really, really busy.

For starters, I've been dealing with going off of my meds... fuck, has anyone ever heard of taking fucking thorazine and adderal at the same time?! I hadn't, but I wanted to listen to the good old MD's because they're paid to do my thinking for me in the medical world... except, when you're dealing with the VA, it's a little different because they're used to doling out this whole diagnosis crap, and having the patients not argue the matter. (What? I'm ADHD AND depressed? Why didn't you say something sooner, doc?! Don't forget to be liberal with that prescription!)

So, after six whole weeks of taking this shit, I decided to simply cut my losses and flush 'em all... all it did was give me the shakes, not let me focus on my job, and pretty much make me a raving lunatic for about a month. It wasn't pretty, and I had a few experiences in the whole "not my finer moments" genre.

Oh, well. But I digress.

Needless to say, things are changing by the minute here in Tamiland, and I couldn't be happier. I think... but maybe it's the lack of meds. I dunno.

i must say...

I turned thirty faux this week.

Actually, it was 35, but I don't feel that old so it's pretty much sticking to thirty faux... 'cuz that's fuckin' old.

Nothing much to report on the old homefront - been keeping everything on the down-low, being a good girl... you know, nothing really new. Work, work, study, study, work, study, hang out with The Girl - who, I must say, is actually being nice to me - and, well, just hanging out in general.


The birthday was nice - it was the best one I've had since I was seven. Even my job got involved - my cube was completely rolled in toilet paper... I will post pictures. Soon. From there, it was all pretty much MY day - holy crap, it was definitely my day! Cards, flowers, a nice dinner... oh my god... I'm still speechless.

Anyway, I just wanted to update. I'm tired... I mean, when you're thirty faux, you tend to tire easily.

Sleep is definitely overrated.

crickey!

Holy hell.

I can't believe it.

Steve Irwin died today.

Dammit.

I don't know about you, but this news is up there with when Jim Henson and Sam Kinison died... damn.