Anxiety Update…
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Ryan re-added me on Friday to his MySpace account. While he was at his dad’s house I messeaged him. I told him I was happy. We chatted for a little bit and I asked, “Aren’t you afraid your mom is going to find out that you re-added me?”
He said…”She said it was okay, but I forgot…but on Friday she DEMANDED I re-add you.”
A big ol’ Red Flag went up.
I then remembered that I had changed my settings that only ‘friends’ can see my profile. When I was deleted off his list, my profile then became blocked.
Also, when I was deleted off his MySpace, all emails stopped.
Now, if and when she (or a friend of hers that knows how the use a computer) logs into his account she has no emails to read between us and she can’t go to my profile.
Also, she can read what I write on my ex’s page, but since she couldn’t see my page anymore she was only getting half the story and the most important part…what my ex was writing to me.
I’m over it. I only write what I know is going to be read no matter if it is here or there. If you did a search engine on my name with my maiden name, married name or remarried name the first one you get is my blog. I don’t really care who finds me or knows I have anxiety, I have huge faults, I get angry, I get frustrated, I’m not the skinny thing I was in high school, my life isn’t perfect or that I have a crush on Christian Troy from Nip/Tuck.
Guess what I remembered this year? SHAUN’S BIRTHDAY!! I managed to do it this year without help from the internet! His birthday is Thursday and I have been working on this big ol’ mushy, lovey-dovey post in my head. Prepare to cry on Thursday morning (or for you Random and Odd stalkers – Wednesday night around 2am before the medication kicks in)
Kara is leaving on the 9th to go to Moab with my friend, Ruka and her family. This is the longest and furthest my daughter will have been away from me in 13 years. I’m not even worried because I trust the whole lot of them with her…but I am going to miss her to death. My baby bear isn’t going to be here to pick on. She won’t be here to make the house all loud with her sudden bursts of song. She won’t be here to yell at to go to bed or get off the computer. She won’t be here to fold my laundry just the way I like it. *sigh* It’s going to be like someone lobbed off my left arm while she is away.
I hope while Ruka has my daughter with her for 11 days that she realizes all the hard work I put into beating that child every Sunday, by the how well my child is behaved. I will send the stick with her as a reminder of how much her mommy loves her. ;)
Tyler has become my new buddy. We have our shows we watch. We have House and Hell’s Kitchen. Last night he was driving me nuts with wanting to tell me what happened and he couldn’t because I hadn’t watched it yet.
He has also allowed me to ask him questions about his life and he gives me just enough information that insures that neither one of us is uncomfortable, but still feel connected. I also informed him that if he tries at any point in time to sneak out of the house I will beat the living daylights out of him. He understands this and I trust him. *gulp* yes, I trust a teenager.
I have more stuff to write about. I just needed to get all those little things out so I could move on to writing less scattered stuff.
Now If you want to find me, I will be at Scotty’s blog because he said he was going to take a picture of Brad Pitt and put his head on it and I am SOOOO excited!!
REFRESH, not there yet, REFRESH, not there yet, REFRESH…I wonder if he was just kididing?