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I found out today that a previously very close friend of mine have locked down her twitter account and unfriended me in Facebook. There were previously misunderstandings but I thought we passed them because she told me that she forgave me and we were good. She even referred to me as her best friend. I guess it's all lip service. It is still hard for me to understand when people just end relationships like this so abruptly, without any explanation.

True friends are suppose to love/accept/forgive you no matter what and try work things out with you. I guess my definition of what a true friend is doesn't apply to other people's definitions and I need to realize that.

My life is full of mistakes, and I know that. But I welcome those mistakes so that I can learn from them and grow from them. I never ever do anything knowingly hurtful on purpose, ever. It's just not who I am. If you are a true friend to someone, you will do what it takes to be a true friend, even if it means telling them how they fucked up and hurt you so that they can realize and understand. Then you both can work pass this. I guess my friendship really is worth nothing to some people and it really saddens me.

Suggested by JM:

“Life is too short to read bad books.” I’d always heard that, but I still read books through until the end no matter how bad they were because I had this sense of obligation.  That is, until this week when I tried (really tried) to read a book that is utterly boring and unrealistic. I had to stop reading.

Do you read everything all the way through or do you feel life really is too short to read bad books?

I've almost always completed books that I've started.  Maybe because I usually read books that have been well-reviewed or maybe because I'm generally an optimist and that even after a slow start I hope that it might get better, or maybe I have a stick-to-it-iveness that says if you're going to start something you might as well finish it.

It

Stephen King

Speaking of of finishing it, that does remind me of one of the few books I didn't finish -- "IT" from Stephen King.  Clocking in at over a thousand pages and at the apex of his drug-addled, no-one-will-edit-him 80s long windedness (Steve: more isn't always better) -- I plodded along in this for about 400 pages and then said, "No mas!"

Oddly, I know several people for whom this book was one of their favorites, but I couldn't stand IT.

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I usually try to use at least one new recipe found on the net.  Last year's was crock pot dressing...it was yummy and super easy.

I thought today was friday when I rolled out of bed.  Rolled out of bed to the sound of Harrison hacking (more on that in a minute).  I even rolled the trash out to the curb and the whole time I was cussing Brett in my mind for forgetting to do it.  I got all the way to the street and saw that no one else's trash was out.....shit it's only Thursday.

Oh, and Brett just about forgot his poop in a bag this morning.  He came in to kiss me bye this morning and I noticed that his poop was not in his hand w/ his keys and stuff so as he's walking back down the hall I yell as loud as I can at 5:30am "Don't forget your shit bag!!!!"

So on to Harrison.  Starting Monday morning he's been dry heaving and when something does come up it's only foam.  It only happens for the first few hours after he gets out of bed.  Strange.  So this continues onto Wednesday when Brett was off work so he took him to the vet yesterday.  $250 later we find out that he has a foreign object in his stomach.  Great.  When I started thinking about it, I realized that he hadn't been eating or drinking much over those few days so I was like we have to do something because it's only going to get worse.  He already has a fever which means that "something" was causing a bit of an infection.  We made a $700 decision to put a scope down his throat to retrieve this "something" and if that doesn't work then they will cut open his stomach to get it.  Whatever this "something" is is too big for him to poop out and if he's not puked it up by now he probably won't.  My first thought was omg it's a piece of a pantiliner that I caught him chewing on over the weekend.  But I was looking at the xrays last night and I think its too big to be that.  From one xray view it is round....about 1.5in across and from the other view it is hardly noticeable, like it's flat.  Ok, so now typing this out it makes me think it's a pantiliner again but I really don't think he ate that much of it when I was picking up the pieces of the liner.  Anyway, on to the story.  The surgery center wasn't going to be able to do his surgery until after 2p yesterday so the vet told Brett he could just take Harrison home and hang out w/ him there until driving him to the surgery center.  Brett's dumbass let Harrison eat.  Seriously?!? Your dog is about to have STOMACH surgery and you let him eat.  I'm sure he was just excited to even see him eating...but still.  I was LIVID! and to top it off Brett left the vet without even figuring out where this surgery place is.  Here I am at work during a busy freaking clinic day trying to take care of shit that Brett should have been doing.  Annoying as hell.  So now Brett has to take time off work this morning to take Harrison to the surgery place (which is like 40min away).  If all goes well, we'll be able to bring him home tonight.  I'm super curious as to what he ate.  If it's something of mine I will feel totally guilty.  I guess I can't expect much less from a lab though right?  A lady at work said her lab ate a whole pair of underwear and was able to poop them out.  Gross.

On to more drama....
My cousin had her baby 4 weeks early on Saturday morning.  He's been on a vent since Saturday night.  She sends me a text message on Monday "do you think u guys could pool some resources for me to get a breast pump? we're having problems with insurance covering one"  WTF?! Insurance paying for a breast pump?! Since when!!?
So I call her and left a voicemail "WIC will give you a brand new nice pump to use for 2 months.  You should call them and figure that out.  If that falls through, I will go to Walmart and buy you a pump and overnight it to you.  CALL me so we can figure it out"
She immediately sends me a text right back "phone is about to die. on my way to hosp. call you when I get there"
Freaking 3 hours later she sends me another text "ok the breast pump we can rent for $80/month which we realy can't afford.  we can buy one with help from insurance and it'll cost about $150"
Ok...is she freaking insane?!? Pump as the store are like $50 for a decent one and I'm sorry but when you're poor you freaking take what you can get.
My first thought was ok we're not doing business via freaking text message.  Grow some balls and freaking have the decency to CALL me if you need something.
So I text her back and say "makes no sense. WIC will supply one or they are $50 at Walmart"
No response back.
I don't give a shit.  I'm sorry but thats just plain ass stupid.
And then the stupid girl puts on her Facebook "thanks to my friend from driving all the way across state to visit.  So much for family eh?"
It took all I had to not comment.  Who the hell does she think she is?  Is it anyone else's fault that she's having kids she can't afford and is married to a dude from England who isn't even in this country legally and cheats on her? Really?! 
Beggars can't be chosers.  I'm not helping someone who isn't willing to try to help themselves.
Why does my fucked up family think I'm diamond jim all of a sudden?  Sorry, you ain't getting no cash from me.  I will possibly buy you what you need...but nope, not getting cash that you can go blow on cigarettes and shit.

I got more drama....but I'm sick of typing. 
Have a great day everyone....and remember it's Thursday..not friday :)

Tootles!
 

See that brown bag?  That's poop.  Thats right...poop in a bag.  Brett has to have lab work on it....and in the meantime it needs to stay in my fridge until he takes it to medical.  Thats right people...I have SHIT real SHIT in my fridge.  He better not freaking forget it in the morning because poop in the fridge cannot be sanitary.

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I got a message from The Canadian congratulating me on my promotion. That's sweet.

And I dedicate this Lady GaGa song to you asshole. This song summarizes our relationship.

This weekend He and I are taking our first trip together. We're going to San Fransisco to visit His best friend. He considers His best friend His family; He's not close to His mother or sister. I'm very excited to see the city that He loves. Hopefully I can get over this cold by then.

I was thinking the other day how relieved I am in a way to not have to date anymore. Technically I stopped serial dating two years ago, but I'm so glad to not have to go through all that nonsense. Like this Improv Dating Scene event, or all the Meetup events I signed up for last year. Who needs 'em!?

My advise after all my dating adventures - don't do it.

Forget the sites, speed dating, cruises. It might work for a select few, but the averages don't measure up. Go out and enjoy your single life. Enjoy pure, true freedom with yourself. A relationship, even though it can be wonderfully, wonderful, is also another form of baggage.

Release yourselves!

What's the longest you've ever waited in line?

Black Friday 2006.

My sister and I waited in line at Target for 1.5 hours.  I don't even remember what we were buying.