Have you ever felt like you were going to spontaneously combust due to the fact you had in your possession reading material that simply boggles the ordinary mind?  I thought being raised Catholic and having an Anthropology degree prepares me to read outside the box.

Boy, I was so wrong.  I'm just as consumed as the next person by the thought of a higher power than me.

Clarity of Thought

I am in the middle of reading something that arrived at a time when having my subconsious revealed grates upon the ego.  It feels like being stabbed with a spoon.

And then there's that whole idealistic view of Titanic's main theme.  Well it doesn't go on and on and I wasn't ready for that bubble to be burst.

So now its, use what you have, and quickly man.

Crap Nuggets.

Happy

I am exhausted, and I have kids to be with and I just really don't know where to begin.  Yesterday I was bound and determined to don my Easter Best and bear Thomasville like a martyr.  It ended up that Sarah was at the lake with friends.  I need to get out more I silently cry.  Then My niece Sam texts me and the world became full of color and love.

Thank you God.
I mean it.

My computer skills are so in need of a pimp out treatment.

Looks like a job for me and the Captain late one night... or ten.

Upon Opening the Table of Contents

I almost slammed the book shut because table of contents was the metaphysical 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' brought to life live and updated with the minions I associate with.  I just paused to read my opening statement and I realize that most of my entries are rant sessions.  I must brush up on my presentation skills because i am sure there are more ways to talk about issues I find relevant than to begin with a session of either bitching or whining. 

The more I get int this self critique, more point of simply being a social product pour out and I KNOW I don't have made in China tattooed on me.  (I will say that I have under duress spun the tale that I really am Chinese and was adopted by cruel parents who made me undergo plastic surgery to appear American ... in an effort to say I'd like to be anybody's Kid but CJs.

But I'm rambling because it is three am and I have some records to listen to in the background.. I found a treasure trove at a thrift store yesterday.  I am currently in my LAIR because I will fiddle with the fish tank if I am in the same room.

I should be sleeping.  Miraculously, I am tired, and I think I'll crawl into my nest under the stairs in a little bit.

Oh to really confuse people, I think the acupuncture is working, but I need osmosis to reinvent its rules to include bi proxy sink in for my husband.

And to make that statement clear:  John is an amazing person. A good father and provider.  I am so lucky to have such  wonderful life and to have my little corner in the world. I am very spoiled.  You know that I'd do most anything for my family and to assure they have every need met.  Wherein lies my problem.  Sometimes we forget to take the chances we did dating.

I miss my boyfriend. LOL*