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Confessions of a Neurotic Single Mom by Homemade
August 2008
1F*ck You, Cindy!!!!/The Boys/Small Talk
4Running Scared
5Nurses With Big Asses
6Hi, My Name is..../ Minus 1
7Land Contract
8Thunder Rolls
9Cant Think of a Title Today
10Guilt Trip
11Random Stuff/bullshit
12The Way It Will Be
13Another Blank Title
14120 Days
15Sky Blast
17Going Private Again
18High Flyin'
20Broken Bones, Part 2
21No motivation
22A JenBee Kinna Day
23Saturday, no excitement
24Code Purple
25First Day of School
26Control Freak, Extraordinaire
27Making Progress
28Who Works on Thursdays Anyways???
29Baby Come Back!/ 20 cents of nonsense
31Picnic in Erie

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Cant Think of a Title Today
August 9, 2008


Long night last night. I hate nights like that. I was so tired by 5am I was talking crazy. I stopped and got gas on the way home, holy shit, its dropped to 3.79 a gallon. I got home, hit the bed till Dave left, then died on the couch till 1:30pm, thank goodness the kids really have been good the past 2 weeks, so i was able to sleep. Had some really fucking strange dreams too. Hmmm.

The only bad thing about last night was a co-worker, aka the snitch, wife passed away around 11:30, which we knew it was coming, she was very sick, and should of passed a while ago, may she rest in peace. The strange thing about it all was, when the floor she was on called the radio, they asked for Security, and said we need help moving a patient. Ok, we get those calls all the time. A few minutes later, the floor calls Security back again and tells him to bring a cart up. Hu? He must of been thinking the same thing, because he asks her, you mean a cot?? She says no a cart, and he asks from where, and she hesitates.... and finally says "The Morgue" What the FUCK? Why are they being so secretive over his wife passing? Any other time the floor calls and tells Security over the radio that they need a body taken to the morgue. We think the Snitch didn't want "US", meaning, Midnight, knowing his wife died. Our department, maintence and Security all share the same radio, you call the number, and say "Security" and they answer, but all three departments can hear the call, and listen. On top of that, the morgue is in the same hallway as our department is, we would've saw him if we were in the hallway, which, thankfully we werent. Anyway, I feel bad for her kids, she was suffering, and had been for a while. I don't feel bad for him, and everyone in the department feels the same way. Its a long story.

Anyway, oh my god was I shocked to hear Bernie Mac passed away. I was just reading yesterday on People that he was doing fine. I was watching cnn a little bit ago and it scrolled across the bottom of the screen. I had to get up and leave the living room, because it brought tears to my eyes. I loved Bernie Mac. Funny, funny guy. He was soo damn young too. It is such a shame. Baaaaah.

Just waiting for Dave to get off work so we can go to JCPenny and get some more school clothes, they are having a huge sale today, and i got some coupons, so I'm excited to save some money. lol Dee still has her macy's card from her birthday party, we might run in there to see what she can get with it.

So, anyway, there's my drivel for the afternoon, I'm off to fold some clothes.
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