Black Friday...

Sleep til after ten...too tired to get up at a god-awful hour to go shopping...hang out online for at least an hour...prolly find better deals online anyway, and safer environments too...a couple movies I need to watch...and since I have them already, why shop for them...though maybe I should clean my room first?
That's what I usually do on my days off anyway...the ongoing battle, I made a mix a few weeks back I entitled 'The pile keeps growing' hoping the music would give me incentive to clean...
(it didn't)

Mom said something interesting the other day...
So since I'm going to school in less than two months now (GASP!!), I want to finish as many books and movies and such as I can before I go, because I don't want to wish that I'd taken them with me when I clearly don't have that much room. But after explaining this to Mom, she said why bother? I'll have my own personal library someday anyway, so why not wait until I really have the time for it all?
Why not, indeed?

I'm having a couple issues with my computer, some files are embedded and can't be deleted and they clearly need to be, so I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of them WITHOUT erasing the entire hard-drive...
Perhaps I should give up the computer entirely if it dislikes me so much...?

For once, I am not cold in my house, not because they turned up the heat, but because I finally wised up and started wearing layers...
One of my friends told me that the reason I was so cold was because I didn't have enough muscle to heat me up, and I returned that I probably needed more fat, for padding and such, but it turns out that's not true. Fat actually stores the cold, like it absorbs it, so the cold sticks with you...and that makes sense, so hooray that I'm not fat, but bummer I need more muscle...blah...

It doesn't feel like a holiday weekend...
Maybe I should start playing Christmas music?
That's the only holiday that really feels 'holiday-ish' anyway, haha...

Enjoy your day, and if you're shopping, don't hurt yourself for the last red scarf on the display...
(Unless you're buying it for me!)
:)

David

There is a boy I baby-sit for, his name is David, and he's three years old, a little more than a month younger than my niece Liberty. He's cute, somewhat entertaining, and likes to snatch whatever food I might have made for myself. He also cries at the drop of a hat over quite literally nothing, and I'm at a loss to how to conquer this...that, and he speaks Russian more than English so when I ask him 'skoka' --that's 'what' in R--he replies back with some jibberish that I maybe only know one word of, and it's likely not the important one so I have no idea how to remedy the situation. This little boy is halfway to driving me up the wall, and though I love him as much as I did when he was born, I'm starting to lose my 'aunt' glow now that I'm baby-sitting on a regular basis. There's only so long I can toss a ball back and forth, or race cars across the living room, and I'm not sure what else I can do to entertain him, since Momma doesn't want him watching cartoons...though that's kind of cheating anyway, using the video for a baby-sitter, isn't it? I almost wish I could put him down for a nap like his sister...
But let's think positive here for a moment...
He is pretty easily entertained...
He'll eat most anything I give him, even vegetables, which is rare considering how picky his father is, and how much like him he is in everything else...
He's always happy to see me when I come over...
And he never calls long-distance when he steals my phone...(!!)...
:D
Seriously, though, does anyone have any ideas how to entertain a three-year-old boy and retain sanity at the same time?

There is a picture...

that sits on the desk, in a silver frame with elegant curves and painted flowers, and the whole thing's covered in dust...
What does that say about the girl in the picture?
What does that say about the girl's husband, who sits at the desk all day?

I'm feeling a sort of reality check here...
Not every relationship is 'happily ever after,' even with a ring on your finger...
And not every prince is 'tall, dark and handsome' or 'dashing, debonair and charming'...
Course that doesn't mean I don't still want it...
It's just saying I'm smart not to get married at eighteen, or twenty-one, twenty-two, because clearly, these relationships are all going down the drain...

Maybe I need better married friends...

Or maybe not, it's good to see the other side.

Think I'm going to dust off the picture now...