I've been having a lot of strange random thoughts the last few days, but sadly have not had the motivation until now to record them. I am more frustrated than ever with my daughter's teacher and the whole educational system in general here. The teacher complains that my child will not work for her, but doesn't seem to understand that her irate and condesending attitude with my daughter may be half of the problem. How well is a child going to want to learn for anyone they feels hates them? Lady, why can't you just get the point of that?

      It's been raining here non-stop for the last 2-3 days, which pretty much keeps me from taking my daily walk. I have an inspection this afternoon, and should probably be cleaning anyway. Someone in their lovely infinite wisdom decided to call CPS and tell them I have no food in the house, even though my cabinets are almost always well stocked. Knowing my luck it is Whit's father on a revenge kick again, still trying to control our lives afrom afar. I wish he would go on with his own miserable life and leave me out of it, I left that control freak for a reason eleven years ago, and I'd prefer not to deal with him anymore. He needs to run his own house and keep his nose out of mine.

     I talked with Greg for a long time last couple nights and this morning about a lot of whats been going on.  I just hope he does know I appreciate his friendship, and having him there to talk to. It is nice to have a good christian man level with you about the male point of view when it comes to things, especially this whole Chaz breakup disaster. He has helped me a lot more than I think he will ever know.

     Out of all the friends that have been there for me the last few months, Greg and Hannie have been the most consistent. Both listen, Greg tells me the guy's point of view, both give me reality checks when I get to feeling sorry about things, and Hannie kicks me in the booty, with love of course, when I need it. I don't know how many times I have heard "Oh for the love of Buddha, girl.." the last few months. LOL

     I went shopping for a priced a digital camera to help me with the artwork projects that I really want to start doing. Turns out that the quality of camera I need and a memory card are going to cost about $220 dollars by the time I am done paying on it all. I am messing around making the avatars for right now, but if I want to start making album covers and website graphics professionally, I have to have a way to take my own shots and not rely on other people's photography. Eventually I hope to get as good at this as Rex is.

     I am going to stop writing for now, going to make some breakfast and then get moving on cleaning so I am not putting it off until the very last minute…cause I know me. Procrastination is a bad habit I'm really going to have to work on getting rid of.

     Whit woke up all stuffed up and with a sore throat this morning to where she could berely talk, so I let her stay home from school today. I have no idea why I am so exhausted, but I have been very tempted to go back to sleep since taking my shower this morning. Part of me knows this is not a very logical thing to do with a sick schild home, but ugh, trying to stay awake is torture.

     I haven't gotten much done today, considering everything. No daily walk has been taken, although we did make the bank and get lunch on the way home. She's finally decided to take a nap, so there's really nothing to do but sit here, surf the net and twiddle my thumbs. Maybe I'll catch a catnap now myself.

     Sometimes when I awaken in the morning or from a brief nap, I find some very odd thoughts coming to mind. This morning it was thinking how I can very clearly picture places that I have been in the past, that I probably will never see again. Just before I woke up, I found myself mentally walking through the house in Fairborn I shared with Chaz for a year. It's strange, but I don't see it, empty as it must be now. The funiture was still in place, everything just as I remembered it.

     Even in my mind, I knew there was no one there, it was almost like taking one last look around. Though I can still picture everything that happened there, it just feels like something out of a dream now. Maybe with all thats happened this week, my mind is finally starting to do some letting go on its own. I guess it just seems a lot harder when I'm awake.

     I happened across an estate sale going on around 3 blocks down the road from my house. I browsed through the smaller items up for bid first, knowing I would never have enough money to even think of bidding on funiture, even though there are still some things I need for the house pretty badly.     

     The first thing I bid on was a piece of engraved cranberry glass, which I was convinced would go a lot higher. It was dated 1929…got it for a song at $9.     

     Then I bid on an entire box of old dishes for $2 just to get the 5 matching depression glass plates at the bottom, apparently the guy had no idea how much the plates really could have gone for…hehe     

     I also bid on an antique silver and mother of pearl spoon and fork set for a baby, with 3 anitique oneida baby spoons…went for $4.     

     For my daughter I bid $4 on a hand painted and numbered statue of what appears to be bambi…definitely old…a guy I showed it to says he thinks it may be worth about $100…that would be cool..      

     I also got a very cool brass and marble statue of birds in flight for $4 no idea who the maker is but it is simply gorgeous..     

     My last buy of the day was an old carnival glass candy dish, amazingly enough… for only $8. I took it over and gave it to my grandmother who has a very large collection of glassware. Grandpa says it was a downright steal for what I paid for it. All in all I think I did rather well, or at least hope that I did.     

     My stomach is still not quite back to normal today, but I'm hoping before long I will be over this. Being sick is really no fun, but it was nice to get a chance to get out and get some air.