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Jul. 20th, 2006 10:06 amUpdate from the last time I had anything to post about my sister: They are in Alabama. I have not gotten (been up to receive?) any calls yet, but she called Dad at the beginning of the drive out there, and let him know that the charges had been dropped.
Gee, I wonder why that would happen.Meaning, aside from the fact that That Woman is a lying little %$#@ I would need to know more cuss words to describe her properly.
So I'm sitting here listening to my bubble bath slowly filling, after getting turned around on the way back from my eye appointment. Which went well, as usual - doctor was a little surprised by the improvement. Squee!
I've decided I get there are two kinds of lost - 'lost' lost, where I really have no clue where I am and start to get freaked out, and turned around, usually the result of confusing my highway exits and directions. :P While I'm driving in the car thinking about this, I remember a story Dad used to tell me, passed down from Poppa, that we had an ancestor in the military. Early planes, and the ground people would keep having to radio him 'You're going the wrong way, Horton!' until it became his nickname.
I wonder how it is possible that I seem to have inherited this trait despite having no biological relationship. >.>
And I meant to have an interesting post, with the good things and thoughts that have been happening in the background of the whole mess with my sister, but I'm too tired now.
Plan for tonight: Continue the long-delayed Yu-Gi-Oh Egypt marathon. Get up on time and go get coffee in pursuit of this. Also possibly chocolate to deal with the inevitable sorrow and doom that comes with being attached to the bad guy.
Gee, I wonder why that would happen.
So I'm sitting here listening to my bubble bath slowly filling, after getting turned around on the way back from my eye appointment. Which went well, as usual - doctor was a little surprised by the improvement. Squee!
I've decided I get there are two kinds of lost - 'lost' lost, where I really have no clue where I am and start to get freaked out, and turned around, usually the result of confusing my highway exits and directions. :P While I'm driving in the car thinking about this, I remember a story Dad used to tell me, passed down from Poppa, that we had an ancestor in the military. Early planes, and the ground people would keep having to radio him 'You're going the wrong way, Horton!' until it became his nickname.
I wonder how it is possible that I seem to have inherited this trait despite having no biological relationship. >.>
And I meant to have an interesting post, with the good things and thoughts that have been happening in the background of the whole mess with my sister, but I'm too tired now.
Plan for tonight: Continue the long-delayed Yu-Gi-Oh Egypt marathon. Get up on time and go get coffee in pursuit of this. Also possibly chocolate to deal with the inevitable sorrow and doom that comes with being attached to the bad guy.
