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Okay, okay, here's an update!!!

I have had multiple people “fuss” at me (read: bug the hell out of me) about not posting recently, so here you go.

Baltimore is treating me well so far. I still hate apartment living, but I think I can make it through the next 320 days. Yes, I am counting the days. Figure it out for yourself—I will be able to move out September 2, 2006.

I am finally getting some work to do at my job, so that makes it a little easier to pass the day. In fact, this week I get to work my first overtime. Woo-hoo! I will be working 7-3:30 on Thursday, go home and let Baci out, then head back here by 6:00 that evening to work until 6:00 Friday morning. Then it is my understanding that I am more than welcome to continue working on Friday so that I will get the full 12 hours of overtime. Frankly, I think I will die if I don’t go home and go to bed. Another option is to work 6 pm to 12 am overtime, then sign in at 12 am and work until 8:30 to complete my normal shift. As much as I would like to have the extra money, I think this is likely the option that I am going to take. Sleep is more important to me than money. Especially since I am headed to Columbus on Friday to see everyone! Yippee!

I am really looking forward to Ren-fest this year. I am so excited to see what everyone came up with for their costumes. Unfortunately, I will be wearing mine from a few Halloweens ago. I had plans to make a new dress, but then I had to go and get this new job and move and all that, and it just didn’t happen. I will be adding a lovely purple cloak as a jacket of sorts to it though. If we do the whole dress up thing again next year, I will be working on a new one next summer. I already have multiple patterns to choose from—bought them on sale the other day, just in case. They are all so pretty; it will be hard to choose which one to use!

I have made two trips back to WV since my move—one a few weeks ago and one this past weekend. It is so wonderful to see my family again, especially those kids. Izzy is really starting to say a lot now, and on Saturday when I saw him he grabbed my legs and gave me a huge hug and said, “I love you!” Well, it still sounds more like “iwuvwou” but you could tell what he was meaning. It was so amazing—just makes your heart melt. And so far Sophie still remembers me, smiling really big the second that she sees me. And I swear she was hugging and kissing me! I don’t know if she really knows what she is doing, but hey, I will take what I can get. As for Noah and Maddie, I didn’t get to see them this past weekend, so I will probably have to wait until Thanksgiving to get my big hugs from them. BTW Micki, I know it was your 10th anniversary and all, but you still suck for taking the kids with you. : )

Oh, almost forgot—back to the essence of this blog. I had a date last week. Don’t get excited, it isn’t going anywhere. It was a guy (my last try with online dating) that I met on match. Let me just tell you, if you are into online dating and the person’s pictures are blurred, GET A GOOD PICTURE BEFORE MEETING THEM!!! I can’t help but think this guy blurred all of his pictures on purpose. This guy had a SERIOUS resemblance to a monkey! Now, I am not someone who has to have a greek god or anything like that, in fact, I am perfectly happy with average. But, I have to be able to look at my date and have something other than “how am I going to keep this guy from trying to kiss me at the end of the night” going through my mind. Every time I thought about him trying to kiss me, I truly felt revolted. But, me being the nice person that I am, I gave him a chance to impress me over dinner and a walk around Inner Harbor, to see if his personality would be so wonderful that it might win me over. All hope was lost when he had to go to the bathroom. Men, please listen to me. If you are out on a date with a woman that you are obviously interested in, DO NOT repeatedly keep saying that you have to “go potty.” This phrase only works if you are talking to a two year old or a dog. Trust me; it WILL NOT impress the woman you are with. If you slip and say it once, maybe even twice, you can play it off that you were being cute. But when the word “potty” comes out of you mouth ten or more times in a span of maybe five minutes, trust me, the night is over. To be honest, I would rather he had said he had to go take a whiz or needed to piss like a racehorse; at least one of those would have sounded like something that you expect to hear out of a 32 year old man’s mouth! So, my first try at dating in Baltimore, not so great. But, I haven’t given up hope! There is someone out there for me! He may be a little bit shorter than me, bald, and like to occasionally grab men’s crotches, but he is out there! (Love ya Shawn!)

Anyways, that is about it for now. My place still pretty much looks like a hurricane has hit it, but eventually I will have everything packed neatly away again. Not this evening though, I have to do laundry. Can’t wait, really.