The one where it all begins

Well I mean... I haven't "blogged" in probably something like 3 years? maybe less. maybe.

because facebook has recently been forbidden at work, i have become addicted to reading blogs. i have some cousins that have blogs and i really like reading whats going on in their lives and seeing pictures of their kids and everything since i rarely get to see them.
i have also found some random people's blogs that make me laugh. out loud. which makes me feel like a total stalker. but i think i'm going to feel less creepy if i have my own blog. don't ask me why. i know it doesn't make sense

anyway. what is new. I am living with my parents. (that is like the opening line for a creeper, so i know i'm not really helping that status in any way.) but thats what i did. for a few months until my friend's lease is up on her apartment. ANYWAY i am actually enjoying living here. for now. i get to see my parents way more often, rent has gone way down so i'm actually saving money for my car payments to be finished early.

because i moved back home i've gone through closets and drawers and organized. meaning i've thrown away a LOT because i used to be a major packrat. and i'm sentimental, which my friends claim is a good thing so they can remember things too and not have to keep all the stuff i do. i'm talking notes, receipts, cards, pictures, and any thing that makes me have a good memory pretty much. but i really have thrown away a LOT of stuff. I mean, you know, i still have 3 pretty small plastic boxes of full o' memories. but at least they're organized and at least its only 3 boxes. 3 boxes for 24 years. not too bad.

in other news, my kid patients at work lately have been a major source of headache inducing birth control. not that i need to worry about that right NOW but i'm beginning to wonder if i ever ever ever want kids. but really i think that i do. some day. i've noticed that the for real brats walk in with parents who are either jerks themselves, too lazy to correct the kid, or are under the assumption that they bore angel babies who can do no wrong. I know kids are going to be bad sometimes.... what i'm saying is that when an 8 yr old kid rolls his eyes and huffs and asks how much longer this will take and his little sister interrupts a conversation i'm having to tell me i'm beautiful and then immediately says "now you have to tell me that too" and the mom just smiles like that was the most precious thing...something is wrong. no one wants to hang out with the bratty kid. thats all i'm saying.

if you're still reading this you are either bored or REALLY love me. maybe i will learn to be more organized with my thoughts. not likely, though.