I thought my husband reading my journal was the worst that could happen yesterday.  I later found out that while quietly on the computer he had read all of the entries since the beginning.  Okay, maybe he's a little upset that some of our troubles are online to the whole world.  Maybe he doesn't appreciate me calling him 'dickidoo' to my 'boobidoo'.  I just didn't want him getting freaky on me because my friend's husband actually started stalking her online.  This journal is my interpretation of my real life and I had nothing to hide,which I'm sure he discovered when he started a search on my screen name. So anyhow, I let him state his displeasure, and I defended my actions and that should have been that... 

But me, being me, couldn't leave well enough alone.  Folks, if you ever ask a question and the reply is 'Are you sure you want to know...?' back down immediately because that usually precedes bad news.  Don't say 'I NEED to know', cos after hearing it let me tell you, I certainly didn't NEED it!

So now my little rusty brain is trying to comprehend this whole information overload mess and figure out what I want to do about it.  I was happy in my little world of fuzzy ignorance, chasing my dust bunnies around with exadurated slow motion as the Hillside singers sang the Coca Cola song.  Somewhere along the way the dust bunnies have grown fangs, and the Hillside singers are spitting out some kind of gansta rap.  Welcome to my nightmare!

I've got a little first aid kit for the heart, it just contains 2 little words, nothing else.  No ointments or cream, no antiseptic, no bandaids or tape.  Just 2 little bitty powerful words.  I use them all the time, probably too many times which is why they no longer seem to work on him.  I guess he's built up an immunity like with antibiotics.  Me, I can't remember ever being treated with them.  Theres a myth going around about how they cause weakness and indicate fault so fewer and fewer people are using them nowdays.  Sad... think of all the lives that could be saved.  I'm sure they would work on me, I've not built up an immunity yet.  However with my luck I'll find out I'm allergic to them, but thats okay, I'd rather have a rash than a broken heart.

Yesterday was Rocky's 10th birthday and I promised her that we would camp out in the back yard.  It would be almost 2 hours before the kids finally quieted down and went to sleep.  That left me alone with the sad melody of the crickets.  And Art's Farts!  (hahahaha, you thought I was going to make it through this one without a pee/poop/fart/burp/snot reference.  Sorry folks, I may be a little depressed, but I'm still a whole lot of demented!  Thanks for all the kind wishes, hugs and thoughts.  They have helped more than you may ever know.

Love Dorn