Smell the Fart Acting...

Well. I don't know how else to say this other than to come out and be open. I'm not pregnant! SO get over yourself. If I wanted to have another baby, I would. Right now is not the ideal time for me.

My mind has been far off in a gutter lately. I don't know if it's the weather changing again or it's me trying to piece together this crazy life.

This is kind of off topic but I don't think you will mind.

I found out this past week that the first boyfriend I ever had, proposed to a girl. I wouldn't exactly call it jealousy, more of a .. well, hell, I don't know. Not that I could ever imagine myself with him now. I was young then. Made questionable choices when I dated. I guess it's natural to wonder "What if?..." No, it's not healthy but natural.

Let me tell you. If you ever need a good 'Life-Lesson' talk or a math/financial lecture, you can call my step dad. Earlier today he was spitting out numbers as if I was supposed to be keeping up. Um Hello dude! Math wasn't exactly my strength in high school. I didn't have the heart to interrupt him and request a calculator. So... I did what I do best; tried a little bit of "smell-the-fart" acting and made it look like I gave a rat's backside. There's just something thrilling about letting him think he's teaching me something. HA.

All the money talk has got me wired.
I'll admit, we are broke.
No lie.

I might just have to pay for gas tomorrow with the money out of Kyleigh's piggy jar. But, I always find a way to stretch those pennies.

Chris called me today at work and asked if I had a large amount of money to spare.

*pause for laughter.

We really want to move to Keller and there is an opportunity for us to jump on the ball right now. (Not in 10 months from now)- though that is my dad's argument.
Chris has a friend at work who is looking to rent her house out.

Um. Duh.
My mind is already made up. This is not "Sophie's Choice." As far as I'm concerned, we are gathering moving boxes.

No kidding it will be hard. I'm well aware.
Newsflash... I'm 26. Not 16. I can handle it people.

Wheeewww... *sigh
Got that out of the way.

This morning at work I went down stairs to get a coke from the vending machine. I was greeted with a man whom I can only guess was either really friendly or extremely stoned.

He asked me how old I was. (He looked mid-thirty) Before I could reply, he said, "the third grade did me wrong." Yikes. For a minute there I was trying to think if I had asked him about his elementary experience...

They walk among us.