September 22, 2004

I'm a little annoyed with myself. I went to Buffalo and I did not write...not here...not anywhere. What is the matter with me?

My flight was good even though I had this God awful headache the whole time. I can't complain though. At least the Big D stayed away. It was good to see my mom and dad. Their house is such a mess though. I did do some cleaning for mom though.

Kathy's wedding was nice. There were a lot of people there we hadn't seen in a while. She seemed happy. Michael seemed happy too.

I saw Lori for breakfast on Friday morning. She's going okay but needs to get away from Eric. He is just too abusive. She deserves better. She just can't be alone...she's one of these women who can not stand on her own...she has to have a man in her life. or at least she believes this to be true.

I have to do better at this writing. I will try.

September 9th, 2004

Just a quick word here. I can not take a lunch as I must leave in 40 minutes for class.

Philip is leaving tomorrow for Buffalo. I will take him to work and then get him in the afternoon and take him to the airport. I'm looking forward to the time alone but not like I had in the past. I think this is because I know on Wednesday, I too will be flying to Buffalo. The whole travel thing scares me. It is really trust to get on a plane. You are really trusting the pilot and the crew. Yes, I guess you can say that about getting into a car and driving with someone except, your chances of surviving a driver error in judgment is a lot better than a pilot's error in judgement.

Anyway, it will be nice to have the house to myself this weekend. No baseball! There will be football on Sunday though. I will get a lot of my reading done so I don't have to do it in NY.

This morning I saw on Good Morning America a story about this school in Russia where terriorists took it over and killed hundreds of kids. I don't know their reasoning; doesn't seem like anything could justify that anyway. I think the only thing that can happen to stop all this madness is if aliens came down and told us to wise up. This is what we need. Extraterestial scaring the bejesus out of us. This free choice crap isn't working so something else has to do it. Of course, I'm hoping the aliens then leave us and don't hurt us either. Could be a good book.

Back to work for now. Later.

September 6th, 2004

Happy Labor Day. It is almost 10pm. I had started a journal....a real journal with acid free paper and a special pen. Okay, the pen is not that special but it writes well on the new paper. I don't think I will write about everything in that paper journal though. Not that I have anything to hide..okay I have a little to hide. In my Public Info System class that started two weeks ago, we talked about values and attitudes and ethics. I was hoping the teacher would call on me because I think I have something to say to a class of 20 year olds. Oh, maybe not. Maybe all 43+ year old people think they have something to say. Anyway, I'd say I can remember when Phil and I first got married. Shortly there after Alan Jackson came out with a new song that went something like, I"ll try to love only you. I remember being so incensed by it. I even called the radio station and told them how stupid the song was. "I'll try to love only you." What kind of crazy talk is that. Of course you will love only me! 17 years later, I understand. It's hard to stay focused. Wierd.