Cheating

Dear Blogger.com,

I'm sorry... I have cheated on you. I have started to blog on a different location. Though, please note, this affair is only for two weeks. After I'm done with Mr. National MS Society I will come back to you and give you greater attention. Perhaps TWO stories and a YouTube post!? Please forgive me, but this is solely for a greater cause. Thank you for being so kind and patient.

Love,

Me

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If you are feeling neglected as a reader, please take the time to do some reading on my page where I'm fighting for those with Multiple Sclerosis.

There are some entertaining posts and a great look into what my family and I are going through as a family who endures the daily experience of living with someone who has to put up with MS. It's a crappy disease (yes, that's a "duh" comment but it is!).

And if you feel so inclined, a donation of a few Lincolns or Washingtons is always nice!!!

You Win Some, You Lose Some

I have a problem. I lose important things. Now, wait, I MISPLACE important things. In the past 12 months I have misplaced - volleyball, curling shoes, world map, SS card, birth certificate, wallet, checks, my favorite skirt, a mitten, favorite beret and a scarf. In the same period of time I have RE-found all that is highlighted above. Not much hunh? This could mean one or two things, either I need to stop moving or I need a personal assistant to keep track of my stuff and perhaps my thoughts.

The killer part of this - people consider me organized. Really? Organized?! Yes, I like stuff neat and tidy. And yes, I tend to lose my valuable things while en route but wouldn't an organized person put that somewhere that is not only note-worthy but also safe? I don't know. It just baffles me sometimes that I get labeled that, especially after I misplace an important document.

But perhaps I AM organized and I DIDN'T actually misplace the article. Perhaps it's just my crappy memory. The reason why I even mention this stems off of a conversation I had with my family over Easter.

Mom, "Yeah, I need to cut down on the sweets."
Me, "Well, you know what I do? I hide my Skittles from my self so I don't eat too many."
Dad, "THAT'S ridiculous. You can't HIDE something from yourself. You're the one who put it there... you know where it is!"
Me, "Trust me, it's hiding. One time it took me two weeks to find a bag."
Mom, "Yeah, I'm amazed what I have accidentally hidden from myself."
Dad, "You're both crazy. I remember EVERYTHING I place somewhere."
(Note: Dad has MS and his memory stinks ... and that can be said true PRIOR to the crappy disease. Regardless, Mom and I know better and just roll our eyes at Dad.)
K walks in.
K, "What are you talking about?"
Dad explains argument.
K, being sensible and clueless as to what is at stake here quips, "Why do you even need Skittles?"

End of story.

Point here. I blame my family for the reason why I lost my own record of birth.

Back by Pop Demand

I was informed by the FOUR avid readers I have that I've been slacking. I apologize. Or not?! Well, regardless, I realize that it has been a bit of time since I've been on here blabbing about what I find interesting and the crap that has been happening in the 2220X.

It's easier to start with a list and finish with a story.

- I just filed my taxes and owe our great govn't (that makes me more upset with each day) $6,300.
- I got a part-time gig on campus planning events. Yes, watch out GMU Arlington Life, this girl is gonna show you a good time!
- The 24 hr stomach flu sucks and mind you, it's not always 24 hrs ... (going on hr 30 right now)
- I found my world map (WIN!), lost my birth certificate (LOSE!)
- Neighbor boy & I = :)
- The Arlington Police are now securely in my phone

Oh yes, March was a good month. I forgot the one joy of being self-employed means owing the govn't a nice sum of money come April. As much as it pains me to write the checks, I must remember that it's for the better of society and that must mean some kick-butt health care no?! Speaking of which, even though it's *done* it's not done here in the Beltway. The subject is old to me, but I have a feeling it won't go away. Though, if anything great will come of it, I'm thinking it'll be called a Tuesday in November. Just my opinion.

Some people have been asking about the snowy day of being locked out and taken in by the neighbor. Apparently there were some mutual thoughts between the two of us. So after a lot of bickering (we're kinda the opposite... in every which way) we have managed to enjoy a good many insightful conversations and share our love of music, sports and an occasional episode of A Prairie Home Companion. Yes. You read that correctly. We both like it. A lot. Be quiet. And that's all I'm going to say about that on here because this wasn't created for me to talk about girly relationship crap.

Probably the most exciting bit that has happened since I've last been on here and since I've seen a few of you includes a neighbor (different one than the previously mentioned), a stick and the cops.

This past Sunday a buddy of mine was over washing his car in my drive-way, back of the house while I was reading on the deck. I heard someone else talking to my buddy so I get up to see who it is. An older man, holding a stick (that looked like a club), was shaking it at my buddy, swearing and making odd accusations about killing dogs and people. We were all confused as to what his problem was and tried to calm him down. It was apparent that we were not going to be able to do that so I asked him to leave if we could not help him. He swore at as and that was when I threatened to call the cops on him. He wasn't letting down. I called out M (female roommate) to come out there so buddy wouldn't be alone with crazy man while I called the cops. After being accosted over and over, including death threat the man left. We followed to see where he ended up (three houses down) and informed the cops of this.

M & I were shaken up a bit. Really, it's our neighbor and he's making death threats! It was obvious that he was confused and probably has dementia or something to that liking but still, you want to make sure all is safe for the entire hood and himself. The cops came as a nice s..l..o..w Sunday pace. We gave our report and asked for them to check on him. Yes, the cops were hot and well, they were hot. (uniform = yummo).

Since then we've been keeping an eye out, but haven't seen any activity. Through other neighbor sources we found out that it is true, he's been having some mental problems, and they claim it's potential Mad Cow disease. Yeah, that was self diagnosis. Go figure. I feel bad for the man, but there is a point where feeling bad is trumped by caring about safety of yourself and neighborhood. Hopefully he'll get the help he needs.

So yeah, all is quiet here on the 14th St. North front! And now back to work!