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In case I haven't made it abundantly clear, I am a dork. A big one. And I am very ok with this. It isn't something I try to hide, all of my friends, family and especially Mr. Sparky know this well. So here goes my dorkiness.

I am totally in love with sitemeter. The premise, the results, the different ways I can see who is visiting me, and the cherry on top? - The fact that people ARE visiting me. I never in my wildest dreams thought people would read my drivel, sometimes I don't want to read my drivel. Yet, on a daily basis you people come visit me. And from ALL OVER THE WORLD. While I'm not new to the blog world I am new to the writing in the blog world and sometimes forget this crap is really out there, for THE WHOLE WORLD to read. And that my friends, makes me giggle inside like a little school girl.

I love to see the different locations listed and try to figure out who they are by their blogs. And if you dont' have one, that makes it difficult, but nonetheless exciting! See - big dork. But I'm ok with that. I had a heart attack the first time I saw someone from Minnesota because um, my whole family lives there and I thought, "Egads! They've found me and now I can't tell any of my family secrets - who the black sheep is, who has no eyelashes and so forth". Then stupid me remembers that I have a blogging "friend" if you will, who lives in MN. But the ones that really get me? People from the other side of the world. I love the fact that people can randomly stumble across my blog while I'm sleeping in the cold dark night and they are lounging around on the beach preparing for a surf boarding Santa to come riding in! See the excitement? No?

I never thought I would be useful for others in my situation, whatever that may be, that this would be solely therapeutic for me. Hah, but I love you all and please let me know when you come around. I won't harass or anything, even if you disagree with what I have to say. That doesn't mean you can be snarky(love, love, love that word), it means that I would love to say hi back. So, Hi, in advance.

Thanks to those who read, those who just stroll around to see what's on the shelves and those who are just window shopping. Have a great day.

P.S. - can you believe snarky get's spell checked? Silly dictionary.

10:22 **UPDATED

It is only 10:22 am and I am so ready to be done with my day. Of course I got here at 6:15, but still, the day is no where close to being over. Blech.

I just had to tell you how much I love my husband. A LOT. For no particular reason (although on more than a few occasions I have wanted to kill him), I just wanted the internets to know this. I am also very proud of him. He is succeeding very well in the academy, his average test scores are 92%. School is not his thing, he is much more a hands on man and so seeing this pleases me to no end.

Have a wonderful afternoon/morning/evening wherever you are in the world, and may you always have someone you love more than life itself.

P.S. - I HAVE GOT TO PEE - just a little tidbit I knew you were all dying to know.


***3:15***
Folks this is bad, very bad. I feel like I could gouge my eyes out. Will this day never end? And on a side note, I have to pee again. There is something about posting and peeing.

Oh, sometimes I hate my boss. Like right this very second. I can see the hate oozing out of every pore. I need a drink. But, I'm ovulating and apparently I have hope still that this whole sex on our own thing will work! Somebody please take whatever it is I'm smoking away from me and deliver a firm yet loving smack across my face, Dynasty style. Thanks.

Business, or Busy-ness, or Busi-ness? Maybe?

Goodness, it's been awhile! I cannot believe how ridiculously busy I have been. Mr. Sparky's academy is kicking our butts, and his ankles! Saturday I spent the day in Phoenix at a baby shower and drove home that afternoon.



By the time I got home (6ish) his ankle was the size of a softball. So, off to the ER we go. Good news - no broken bones(my biggest worry was stress fracture), bad news - VERY.BAD.SPRAIN. NO physical activity for at least a week. People, he is in POLICE ACADEMY, where they run 12 miles a week! and get kicked out for injuries!! Luckily, his supervisors are being cool about it and are letting him rest. It's funny though, he has a splint on it and he can't get it into his boots. So he's wearing one boot and one tennis shoe with his uniform - very professional.



Last Tuesday I did my day 3 tests and heard back from favorite RN today. All looks fantastic and I am super fertile! That's kinda funny. So I asked her what's next, day 20 tests and if those look good another deposit from the Mr. will be required. I don't know how to tell him that. He is not fond of that procedure. It would be ok if we could do it at home, but we live more than 20 minutes from the ONLY lab in the county who can do the testing, so it's a bathroom right next to the check in counter for us!



I started working 50 hr weeks this week and will be until Christmas. A major project to finish and we need to money. It sucks, I'm tired, but it won't be forever. I can do anything for a few months as long as there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Hmmm, that reminds me of that Third Day song - I'll find the lyrics, be right back....



Ok, that wasn't that hard. I love that song. It's such a good reminder that whatever we are going through, God is always going to get us through, there is always an end to the struggles. It may not be the end WE had hoped and prayed for, but the perfect ending God has already written. I love being a child of GOd, it is so refreshing to know that with all of the insanity of life, we can lay down in His hands and be comforted, knowing he will take care of us. The only problem I have with that, is He and I are not on the same time frame. Really must have a talk with him about that!



Anyway, that's a quickie, maybe more later. Ohh, I did find out I'm getting something pretty for our 3rd anniversary (Oct. 16). I tried to yell at him for buying me something when we don't have the money, but he said he wasn't buying it, it was coming from his mother - which means something sparkly!

Something posted at Dooney's site made me think of this and laugh, so I had to share. Since Mr. Sparky is in police academy he has been very sore and he leaves the Icy Hot on his night stand. Well, the other night we were, well, you know, trying to make a baby and he reached for the "little helper". It was dark and we were in a hurry to get things moving along and he reached out and grabbed the tube and started to squeeze. Well, before he could get any further I yelled, "STOP!" I could smell the distinct odor of curiously strong mint (thanks Alt*ids for the slogan). Can you imagine what would have happened had he actually gotten any further?? I shudder to think of the consequences. Needless to say, my lady bits were very grateful.

Smoke in my eyes

Isn't that a saying or something? They are doing a controlled burn in my city and the smoke is awful! I'm sitting at my computer and my eyes are burning, we have a return air something or other in the building so there is always fresh air coming in. Except today the fresh air isn't too fresh. We usually get some elderly people writing in to the newspaper about how the smoke is bad for their health, blah blah blah. My response to that - If you would prefer, we will stop the controlled burns just for you and then when the city burns to the ground because the forest was taken over by drought(10 yrs people! we are dry!) and bark beetles, do NOT come crying to me!

I'm a leader at my church's high school group and last night one of my girls told me she is having a real hard time in English. So with her permission and her parents, I'm going to start tutoring her in English. Wow, it has been a long time since I've done freshman English, but I know she needs help and so far no one has really tried to help her, just threaten punishment if she doesn't do better. That seems so wrong to me. I guess that's my inner teacher (studied but didn't finish the education degree) crying out to protect and help the kids, not punish them.