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The Boy occasionally implies that I am still an overprotective Mom.  I am, but with reason.  The other day I had my and don't use the stove while I am gone, talk with him.

He felt it essential to remind me that he is 21, nearing 22 years old.  I said I didn't care.  He said he cooks for others in his work.  I said, "I don't care, not in my house!"

Today I woke from a nap and yelled to him, "What have you burned?"

The house was filled with the most horrid, burned plastic smell.  He said, "Something,"  very quietly.

I yelled back, "Something plastic!"

"Yeah, I burned something plastic," he replied and then retreated to the dungeon.

The smell was horrendous so I headed for the kitchen, where I found my tea kettle, sitting on the stove with the spout top warped from melting. 

I yelled down to the basement, "You left the kettle on and the water boiled away, didn't you?"

He yelled back, "Yeah, but you were home, so it's okay."

He is right and I did wake from the smell,  He had better stay away from my stove if I am not home!  I know when he is cooking for others it is his job and he stays focused.  At home, he is too distractable, he may be 21, but he is still my little boy.

I have a double bed.  It should be plenty big for just me, but it is never just me.  I usually have Chobi, 110 pounds of grumpy old Border Collie and Ryo, 55 pounds of golden lab/springer spaniel.

Chobi likes the end of the bed, so I am used to sleeping angled and am luckily short.  Ryo likes to sleep next to me.  On cold nights I have come to depend on the warmth of him snugged up to my back as I lie on my right side.  He is like a leaky water bottle in that he provides much warmth (without the heat loss), but occasionally I get damp when he decides to randomly kiss me.

It is a very workable arrangement and for the most part the dogs and I sleep content.  However, there are those mornings like this one, when in my sleep I roll over to my left side.  I awoke this morning to a dog butt.  Ryo insists on sleeping upside down.  Luckily he usually is down to at least my shoulder so he is not exactly "in my face" but it is still not what I prefer to see as I open my eyes.

I have tried to move him to sleep head up, we have "discussed" it - to no avail.  If I am not in the bed he will sleep the right way, he likes to lay with his head on my pillows and drool on them.  If I get in bed, turned around he goes.  

I am flexible, I flipped my head so that I was facing the other direction, thinking perhaps he needed to sleep South to North for some dog religious purpose.  He flipped North to South and once again dog butt.

I am basically resigned to losing this battle.  I have finally made my peace and found a small pillow to frame my head in case I roll over in my sleep.  I have come to the realization that I am  the guest in the bed.   Possession is 9/10ths and they are there all day and night while I go off and do things like work to buy enormous bags of dog food.  At least I do not sleep alone, but I wonder if any man will want to join my dog pile?

I am unsure how or why, but I keep "collecting" Swedish 15 year old girl msn friends.  I get a new one every month or so.  Today I got 4!  Two were sharing a computer and then both added me.  Later when I logged on there were two more request adds, so I imagine more of their friends.  I finally have blocked a couple who do not speak English.  It gets annoying to have them gibbering away on my screen.

The funny thing is I have a 14 year old Swedish girl friend.  We met several years ago in a forum and have become friends.  She is like a little sister to me.  I have had her translate things for me from the non-English speaking ones.  Or when the English speaking ones have a problem communicating an idea.

The things the Swedes and I talk about are very basic.  I figure they are just practicing their English.  The teacher in me has a hard time saying no to the thirst for knowledge.  I swear I will never accept another one, but I do.

I wonder if I have a fan club in Sweden?

I awoke to the sound of a child's laughter this morning.  I heard my baby downstairs watching something and laughing.  I do not think that there is a sweeter sound.

When your child laughs it doesn't matter if he is almost 22.  He is still your child.  It made my whole day brighter and sweeter from the very start.

When he came upstairs I asked him what he was watching, "Jackass 2, hilarious!!!"  *sigh* So, some things change.  Ewwww....

It was a really quiet day. I spent the morning at the bookstore, taking down and storing the Christmas decs and putting up the January snowmen decs.  Mole gave me my bonus for last quarter.  Other retailers may be complaining but the bookstore broke records it appears from the size of my bonus.  I was pleasantly surprised!

I took my new used desktop in for repairs and the guy wasn't there so I get to repeat that game again after work tomorrow. I came home & have mostly napped the rest of the evening. 

The Boy had his orientation & starts training tomorrow AM.  I think he is pretty excited. One of the houses he will be working at is across the street and down the block from my parents.  My first  bf grew up there.  I am hoping that if he is already almost there I can get him to help my parents with things again.  I have such high hopes!

My Boy has reentered the workforce!  He has ended his 7 months of leisure (otherwise known as unemployment) and gotten a job.  He starts with filling out the paperwork and orientation tomorrow.

I have been doing his laundry all night.  I actually got him to release some of his dirty clothes for wash.  He looked at the new drawers I got him and did not comment, but didn't refuse.  He has clung to the laundry basket as clothes holders since moving home.  MY laundry baskets. 

I am really hoping that he finds himself here.  He really made too good of money as a waiter, but it was not challenging him.  I don't want him to just work for a paycheck.  It is so easy to waste your life that way. 

I know he is excited because he is not refusing me to do things.  I just hope that this is the spark needed to set my Boy on fire.

I really do not look forward to Full Moons.  I have a lifetime of bad luck & nasty occurrences that seem relational to the Full Moon.  I have tried to embrace them and not give into superstitious fear.  However, the facts are that repeatedly I have the most craptastic luck around the Full Moon.

Perhaps it is my natural biorhythms are at odds or linked to the moon.  I dunno, but I find that month after month I carefully consider my plans during the Full Moon.  I try to schedule more downtime during the Full Moon.  I turn away invitations, do not start projects.  I basically try to be a hermit the three days of Full Moon as much as possible.

I find myself quite excited today.  The world is reopening after all our snow which looks quite lovely.  I have a hair appointment soon, which is more symbolic then anything.  Yes, I could use a trim, but not in dire need.  I am getting my haircut because I am working goals.  WOOT!!!

I am still at coffee, which takes some time as I am a very slow starter most mornings.  But I have done some dishes & laundry. I am almost productive!

This is going to be a pivotal year.  Gods I hope it is a good one!

I found that I need to do some realigning of goals.  Not that the goals were not what I wanted, but that I need a place to put several of them.   I have a goal to record random happenings that amuse or inspire me.

I also have a goal of research and write "blurbs" on a variety of topics.  These two are kinda linked.  So I have decided to flip both those goals into one goal of write more.  It encompasses what I want to do & consolidates.  I don't really care what I write, just that I am.  Mebbe I'll even start writing strange verse again.  I haven't much  in about 8 months.

If I am writing, I need a place to put the stuff.  I have written lots over the year and shared very little of it.  I guess this is my busting free blog.  I am going to take a risj and actually share.  

Hehehe, now to actually write....

This is always an interesting question for me.  I reinvent myself on a regular basis.  Certain facts remain the same:  I am a Gemini.  I guess that I am middleaged, but I certainly do not feel that way.  I don't think I act or think that way, either.   Life is still too much of an adventure.

I have parents and children.  One of each, whom I love dearly.  I have raised them and now it is their turn to raise me. 

I am quite well educated having almost finished my m.s.,  but then I wandered off and never quite finished the thesis (long story about changing advisors, etc).  I have recently completed a Massage Therapy program & am looking forward to that....although more & more I find I also miss teaching.   The grass is always greener & I want it all.

I am at a point in my life where I am ready to take risks and am taking leaps of faith daily.  Not always easy for me as I tend to be lazy and would just as soon wait until it comes to me.

I have been preparing for the last few months for 2007.  I kinda got lost in 2006, and am ready to lay some ghosts to rest.  I have a few with the skeletons in my closet.

I like to read, watch & discuss movies, sit in nature, meditate & contemplate my bellybutton.  It is an innie. 

I am online way too much.  It is one of my chief hobbies.    I surf a lot, read a lot, but a lot of it is simply chatting.  I have a lot of online friends and talk to a few of them daily.  A lot of them I met thru forums that I belong to of several types.  I have quite a diversity of interests and friends.  

I opened this blog as a way of connecting with some of my 43 Things friends I have been making.  I am not the most net saavy, but once I decide on something it will happen.  I am German ;)  that means STUBBORN.

I believe this is enough for an intro & besides the Edmonton Oilers have a game.  I follow hockey this year....