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I forgot how much I like reading fiction. I’ve learned a lot from the self help books I’ve read really recently, but I really needed the escape from a good fiction novel.

It took a really bad day at work, at realizing the relationships I have at work, to make me realize that as much as I think I’m happy with my life, I am far from it.

My relationship with Mike, while it has been a struggle, is finally getting better. I credit that to my self help books for sure. My relationships with my friends are great- its been a while since I’ve really felt like I had people in my life that care about me.

Aside from that, life sucks.

I am to blame.

I can’t figure out why, but I have a lot of anger with some people. All I can figure is that these people all have the same attitude towards life, and I’m surely sick of dealing with it.

I’ve tried to work through a lot myself, but i think its time to call in a professional to help heal me. I wish this was a quick fix, its hurting too much.

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Yesterday, Mike told me he was going to be playing cards Saturday, so I was all like, “ok, but can I go out tomorrow then?” imagine me like a little puppy, tail wagging, excited to go out(side). “can I? can I? huh? huh? huh?”

Of course I can. Now the issue – who am I going to go out with and what do I think I’m gonna do?

It’s not that I don’t have friends. I do have friends. But unfortunately, I have not been good at keeping regular ‘play dates’ with my friends. And now, when I need to go somewhere, do something with someone other than my husband and two kids… nothing. no one. zilch. zero.

Thats ok, I got a bum knee from a roller derby injury last weekend, so I really should just rest anyway. But I don’t want to just rest. I need ME time. ok, I’ll blog.

As I sat down to search for inspiration for my bloggy-ness, the children locked downstairs with their father, I realize how impossible this task is. Mason SCREAMING for me downstairs…

MOMMY!! MOMMY!!

And now, Mike is bathing the children, pissed that I’m not helping… I guess he forgot our little deal…

Eww. ..ewwww. that about sums up the nastiness I just witnessed (okay, and also took part in.) Mike found three really huge blackheads on the crease between his nose and cheek and decided to perform surgery on himself. When he didn’t have any luck, he called me in for assistance. It was terribly disgusting, I had to leave the room after Mike switched from tweezers to needle nose pliers. Now, instead of the blackheads, he’s bleeding. Ewwwwwwwwww

I may be. If this whole ‘blogging from the phone’s works out. I may be back and better than ever!

I was watching Bill Maher on HBO last night and he quoted a former Federal Reserve chairmain 

as in a poker game where the chips were concentrated in fewer and fewer hands, the other fellows could stay in the game only by borrowing. When their credit ran out, the game stopped.

Wow… thats a scary analogy, but really puts it into perspective. 

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Here’s the complete quote Maher exerpted.