Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear you laughing.

Anyone who's been online for any length of time has probably gotten forwarded e-mails about telling the people in your life you love them before it's too late. There have been songs written about that. Sermons about it. Talk shows. Movies. You name the medium, it's probably been a subject in some way or another. So then, why don't I get it? I thought I learned my lesson right before my dad died. I thought I'd never again let the people in my life not know I love them. So, for the record, for all the world to see (or at least the 20-30 people who read this everyday) -- Shell, I love ya girlfriend. I can't imagine not having you in my life. Now, if ever you have doubts, come here and read this, okay?

	You are Kermit! Though you're technically the star, you're pretty mellow and don't mind letting others share the spotlight. You are also something of a dreamer.
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Here's my Friday Five:

1. Hey, baby, what's your sign? Do you think it fits you pretty well? Virgo. Some parts of it fit, some don't.

2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received? Does "nothing" count? Several years ago, that's what I got. I did, however, get a card as an afterthought.

3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received? It was more than one gift. Our family started a tradition last year: We go to dollar stores and fill up a big gift bag with all kinds of cool stuff. (Dollar Tree rules! lol) So, instead of one present, we get lots. Last year was the first time for me. It was great. *s* The same year, I got a birthday page from RAOK. RAOK rocks!

4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far? It's a toss up. Last year was amazing because it was my first birthday with Nick. But my 21st birthday was awesome. I share my birthday with one of my best friends from college. (Another friend's birthday is four days before ours.) The weekend we turned 21, Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes played a concert at our college and it was soooo cool! It was as if they were doing "We're Havin' a Party" just for us.

5. What are your plans for this weekend? I'm going to work a little and probably get caught up on some house cleaning. We talked about maybe going out to look at houses we want to buy, too. That would be cool. Beyond that, I don't think we have any plans.

I'm feeling much better today. I cooked dinner and baked cookies for Nick last night. That in itself was a big boost for me. Today, I actually have work to do -- and it's writing even. Yay! What I have to remember, though, is the last couple of times I started doing too much too soon. I'm not going to do that this time. Each time I feel worse and worse. I don't know if I can handle feeling worse than I did this time (I don't know if Nick can either lol), so I'm going to be smart and take it slow.

Thanks to Sandee for making me feel better, too. *s*

Doing these tests gives the impression that there's actually some content here. Uh huh.




Stormtrooper


You're brave, sexy, and loyal to the death. Some people might accuse you of
being a brainless follower, and a violent one at that... but since when is that a
bad thing?

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"You would think a diagnosis of breast cancer would be bad enough, but despite wide-ranging medical opinions that women who have undergone mastectomies need at least two to four days to recover from the surgery, insurance companies continue to refuse to cover hospital stays. The result? Women are forced to leave the hospital before they are ready. .... If you agree that mastectomies require more than one night's hospital stay, here’s your chance to make your voice heard."

I'm usually not awake at 2 a.m. Even when I am, it's for a quick trip to the bathroom then I'm back to bed. But tonight I can't sleep. I hate to be such a whiner, but the pain is really bothering me. No, more than bothering me, it's keeping me awake. Obviously. Nick and I had a conversation the other day about me whining, being a wuss, being a baby, etc. We came to the conclusion that when it's something minor I whine. When it's something big, I usually tough it out. I tried to tough it out for the last hour and a half, but it's just not working. So, I came here to whine. I feel kind of guilty about whining when people like Sandee fight their battles with strength, courage ... and no whining. But sometimes I just can't help it. I'm sick of being sick. I'm sick of being tired. I'm sick of the aches and pains. Did I say I'm sick of being sick? It's not like I don't try to do things. I actually went out Monday, but it totally wore me out. And all we did was go to lunch. But Tuesday I felt better. I didn't even take a nap, and I helped Nick a little bit with dinner. Totallly wore me out again. Then the pain started. It wasn't too bad at first. I thought if I fell asleep fast I could sleep through it and be fine in the morning. But it didn't quite work out that way. The pain got worse and worse and worse. Now, here I am hoping it will go away, or at least ease up enough for me to get some sleep. I don't suppose writing about it is helping to get my mind off it though, is it? *s* Maybe it's time to try something different.

Here's Tuesday's This-or-That:

January or July? When I was in Pennsylvania, it was July. Now it's January. Although, our anniversary is in July, so that's a point in its favor.

Email or letters? E-mail. It's faster, easier and cheaper. I don't know what I ever did without it.

Milk or orange juice? Orange juice. I can't stand the taste (or smell) of milk.

Brunette or blond? Brunette

Digital or film camera? Film, but I'm sure that's because I haven't used a digital except at the old job.

Camping or hotel? Hotel

Pencil or pen? Pen, although I prefer a keyboard to both

Rollerblading or roller skating? Roller skating. I haven't tried Rollerblading.

Fly or drive? Drive. I hate everything about flying except that it gets me to where I'm going faster.

White or black? I don't think I have a preference. Depends on my mood, I guess.

My Mormon name is Aeynnee Celestial Glory!
What's yours?