After reviewing last years resolutions, I have am only about 50 percent of my resolutions. That is a .5 percent increase from the year before. That's very exciting, isn't it. I believe it is time to make some more resolutions. Let's see what I should work on this year.

Well, I spent last night bringing in the New Year in a bar. Yes, that's right. I was in a bar. I was drinking Sprite and assailing peoples' ears with my disharmony. Odd how they only seem to have karaoke in bars. It's like they think only drunk people are willing to get up and belt out random songs let alone listen to other people do so. Today I spent sleeping and cleaning a little and explaining to my roommate why his cat would make great Chinese food. Maybe I shall have more excitement tomorrow, but I wouldn't hold my breath.

I must remind my faithful yet sometimes disgruntled readers that this journal is a receptacle for bits of humor, pieces of mirth, and a shred of any real peek into my soul. In other words, you can't know me from reading it. I am like a well, you must go deep for the water of life, and this is the puddle on the surface. So don't expect to find the answers here. Look to me and dare to ask if you want to truly know me. Even then, no one has breached the gates to heart of me, so if you think you know me so well, keep it to yourself. Don't share your misconceptions with others and call them truth.

So I had another exciting day in the game of life. I actually played Life for the first time. I popped out twin boys and two little girls and then quickly went bankrupt by buying a yacht that I didn't need and losing my house in a tornado after I lost my home insurance because my kids kept playing with matches. I then proceeded to be the second runner up to losing at an exciting game of Uno attack. You have to love a game that shoots you down with flying cards.

*shoots some cards at you* Beware of the flying cards, my darlings. Anyway, I shall now disappear as I have little else to say on this forum today. Hello, hello, off to work I go. Well, in a manner of speaking.

Everyone should start the new year with some angels. I have three of them milling about my feet begging for attention even as I type. I have Rodney the angel of chub, Ziggy the angel of feminine anger, and Lil' Guy the angel of confusion. Lil' Guy seems confused as to who he should be kissing up to for attention. I guess I only have myself to blame. It's not easy being a cat woman. Even strange cats have been known to follow me home. Luckily, I don't have that problem with humans much these days. For some reason, in the old days when I had that problem, they never seemed to want to watch me play Dr. Mario let alone have to lose to a girl. *snicker*

So I have spent the day mostly in quiet reflection. I have other avenues of expression for those thoughts, so you won't have to read them here. Let's get the celebration party started on that one. *hands out funny little hats* *hands out funny little cookies shaped like smiles and, well, cookies* In honor of this wonderful party, I feel I should provide some entertainment. I could sing, but my voice needs some work. I could draw but my drawing also needs some work. I have it, I can finally post those mold warnings. This stems from a workshop I had to take on employee safety oh so long ago.

TOP TEN PRECAUTIONS TO TAKE WHEN MEETING NEW MOLD

10. Don't give the mold any personal information until you have confirmed it is the harmless mold it claims to be.
9. Do not invite the strange mold home with you, it may not mix well with mold already in the home.
8. Do not offer the mold bread, as all mold does not like bread.
7. Do not bring up its famous cousins, such as penicillin, as it is not likely to appreciate the comparison.
6. Do not trust strange mold even if the janitor who was sleeping on the couch claims it is harmless.
5. Never shake hands with the mold.
4. Never give the mold your home address as it may make an unexpected visit.
3. Remember that all mold is not friendly mold, no matter how friendly it pretends to be.
2. If you're nervous about meeting new mold, picture it on some cheese (this works best for the French).
1. Expect the unexpected, not all mold is cultured.

Well, that could have been more funny, I suppose. I may be in too serious of a mood to crack jokes. *gasp* Kind of ironic because I was even cracking jokes about myself over New Years. Ah well, it will come back to me. Giggle anyway. You know you want to.

I found humor. At least I hope I found humor. Of course, I have to loosely plagiarize and make fun of myself to make it work, but I am willing to make these sacrifices for the laughter of my readers. So let me try to tickle your funny bone (or I can whack your funny bone with a ruler, you decide).

You are e-mailing six different people and you have to log into six accounts to do it.
You have a different e-mail address for every day of the month.
You have to get a personal assistant to keep track of your e-mail
A list of your e-mail addresses is longer than the phone book.
In the time it takes to check all your accounts, you receive new e-mail in the first account.
Your e-mail takes up more space various servers than your personal website.
You have enough e-mails to give all your friends a different address to send e-mail to.

Well, it had potential to be funny, but it didn't quite come off the way I had hoped. It's been another day of fun and excitement for me. In fact, there was so much excitement that I don't actually have anything to write about. Ah well, such is the price of great insomnia cures. Sweet dreams, my sheepies.

Today was my first day back at work after a week and a half, and I was more than excited to be there. Bleary-eyed and tailless, I stumbled into work at about 7am give or take 3 minutes and was greeted by one of the fringe benefits that most employees do not enjoy. The Wise sauna was already steamy and filled with heat to make our lethargy more complete as the day wore on.

The NASA books were also awaiting me. Soon, I shall have my very own spaceship and I will blasting off into space with Curious George, Sally Ride, and all the other less noted astronauts of the space generation. And if you send in 10 million dollars toward the cause, you can come with me. Imagine the honor of being enclosed in a metal cylinder with the one and only Bodaciously Beautiful Bella. Of course, if you're male, I am going to have to make separate rooms so that will make the projected launch date even further in the future.

That is about all of the excitement in my world right now. If anything else of deep excitement happens, I am sure I will let you know. In the meantime, I have gorditas to prepare and cats to play with.

One of my coworkers is retiring, so we had a luncheon today. We went to the ritziest restaurant in town where I tried some moldy French cheese (yes, again). I'm still recovering from their overpowering mustard sauce. Anyway, we presented a giftie and chatted a bit. My work mommy and my hero, the analytics Queen, were both in attendance. As Momma-bear has not been at work (or reading this journal with fervor), she hadn't heard about my cool Christmas presents. The Queen told her to ask me, and so Momma-bear instantly reached for my hand. I would like to assure you that I am still unengaged. In fact, I don't even have a boyfriend though it is a whole new year, so it could happen.

Aside from that, the day was pretty uneventful.Though I did get to watch someone eat a star. All sorts of great things can happen on the net. People can even read other people's odd ramblings. They can wonder if I haven't mentioned my cats lately because I enjoyed some really good Chinese food last night. They can wonder if I type bad jokes in my journal because I am saving the best jokes for my stand-up routine at the Prancing Pony. They can even wonder when I will be taking up residence in the Shire, but I won't tell unless they ask nicely.

Pay no attention to that hobbit behind the curtain, for I am the bodacious and beautiful Bella. A lot of the way the world perceives us is geared by the image we give them. With a few helpful pointers, even you could have an Emerald City and dancing little people with lollipops who worship you from afar.

Obviously, I have spent too much time watching certain movies that I hope I don't have to name for you. I have also been reading a lot about how to make a better you. I personally don't see anything majorly wrong with me, but the magazines were free. Besides it's the beginning of the year and we should all get on a health kick before we blow it all to eat Valentine's Day candy and sweet, summer ice cream.

Give me shelter from myself and the sorrow that I can bring
By daring to let myself be caught hoping or believing
That in being born anew, new life could fill me to the brim
For Fate chooses to break me on its every whim
To remind me that some wall shall always rise before my path
Sending me fleeing to my bomb shelter before the aftermath
Of destruction leaves me floundering in the wake of peace
That the storm leaves after its first release

Who knows what that's about? That's right, not you. I think my cat might understand though. He has been quite close to my head recently. In fact, I woke up this morning to find all of his weight balanced upon my shoulder. That makes him just about the cutest parrot in the world. Maybe I should get an eye patch and start saying, "Arr" to everyone I meet. Well, it's Friday and my mind is too distracted by the joy of the weekend to say much here. (Not that my world has been full of excitement.)

Strange memories like to assail me at odd moments. I had some My Little Ponies once (okay, so I still have them--saving up for my senility) and I decided their birthday was the twenty-second of January. I don't know why I remember this. I do know that it is just one of the many tracks of my mind which likes to race around in circles.

I decided to pick up some new pants today since I was at the mall and I have been whining about it for months. I somehow found one pair of pants and three shirts. At least, I actually bought pants. I don't really enjoy shopping for some reason. I'd rather be hanging out with friends and cats and singing stars. I have spent the rest of my useful moments thus far stabbing myself with needles. I am sure that this knowledge will bring some people happiness, but I am hoping my finished product brings happiness to three specific people. That will bring me some joy though I sometimes wonder if I am really meant to find much happiness.

THAT WHICH I CAN NOT HAVE

That which I can not have haunts me and draws me
It pulls me in, warms me, slowly thaws me
And when my blood can flow free, the knife twists
And all that is in me suddenly resists
Resistance is futile for the pain will come
Draw me in and burn me quicker than the sun
Shining on my fair skin, so long hidden
Under tears and clouds that came unbidden
To cloud my life and make me incomplete
Make me shrink away, remind not to compete
For there is no prize for me to win
Dare I try, and it is declared a sin
So I crawl back inside the shell that they see
And hide behind a facade that they feel is me
For she does not bleed, she does not die inside
For they can not see beyond what they deride

Sorry for the lack of entertainment value of the site, I am just feeling stupid. It hasn't been my year thus far, but I did post a belated Christmas present somewhere on the site for my dearest fans. Maybe I will finalize "Bessie the MooCow" and then we can all sing it together for kicks. In the meantime, I shall try to find comfort in the fact that, as much as it hurts, I am usually right and shouldn't waste my effort because I shall be thwarted and it shall be none of your dung-flinging business.

*wham wham wham* Oh, hello, kiddies and welcome to Bella's fun house where everyone makes their assumptions and shares them freely. I must state in my defense that I do not get preferential treatment because I am someone's sex kitten. I am no one's anything. I am single, not a prostitute, and certainly not owned by any man. When I find a man with the strength to pin me down, my last name will change and I will let you know. As it stands, none has met that challenge and succeeded and, frankly, none has come close. When something works out in my favor, it is because a) I am patient, b) I am the first to report a problem and therefore the test case where they resolve it before doing a major sweep to completely resolve it later, c) I listen (and not just to regurgitate wisdom as my own later) or c) I am getting a little luck from the good karma I get from not killing the morons who make my mornings an almost unbearable pain.

You may have to overlook me, I have what I like to call Garfield syndrome. Mondays just make me cranky until about 5pm when I can feel Tuesday coming.

Well, the weekend was rather exciting in its own special way. I got all sorts of belated gifts. My roomie gave me pink bunny slippers that I dubbed Flippie and Floppie. I think he was hoping that warm tootsies would keep me from whining about the fact that he is part abominable snowman. Well, it worked. I wandered about the house most of the weekend giggling at my feet and freaking out the cats by sticking floppy-eared bunny faces next to theirs and then following them. Then I would sit back down and kick my legs to make their ears flop and giggle. Yes, dementia reached new highs in my little cat house.

Then I finally got one of my birthday presents. *huge cheer* Now I have some Evanesence to echo through my house until my roomie complains that he can hear my "chick music". Some people are just too set in their ways or too in denial that men are not perfect. Bad, Mezon, no crackers for you--none!!! I also got an apology from someone for their lack of faith in my ability to make decisions. Some of my past decisions have been faulty, but I do tend to learn from these things.

So I got an e-mail this morning about people selling donuts in Chitwood on Fridays for 50 cents a piece for a fundraiser. You know this makes me giddy with excitement. I love donuts, so if you buy me one, you may just buy a smile.I did get some donuts today, so I smiled a couple of times. Not much else to report in my little world, but maybe soon I will get the typing bug and say something full of glee and goodness.

How can the net survive without its number one diva and the number one fan of RRDI? It can not. It just can't, especially when she finds one of her inexplicably cheery moods. Oh yes, I found one. More's the pity since I recently started putting together an army and now I don't feel like hacking away at other people. Support me and my commander by clicking on our links and then the appropriate number. You can do this once every 24 hours if you feel so inclined. Sir Chmura of the 20 short of 42 brigade is an old friend whom I hold personally responsible for my addiction to MUD and well, just MUD, but isn't that enough? Anyway, click away.

Now to bribe you with some of my happiness and mirth. I offered one of my friends a cattle prod to zap me with if I get obnoxious, but they wouldn't accept it. Now I have a cattle prod, no cattle, and a boredom problem, so what is a girl to do? I could go zap Miss Kewl. I think she would love an eighties style hairdo and some Firehouse playing in the background. Good thing you can't post notes directly to my journal, so I guess if she feels like responding, you'll have to read it in my guest book. *proceeds to zap virtual Miss Kewl into eighties mode and spray her now spiky hair with neon paints* Another masterpiece, I must say.

I actually bumped into her today while I was working. She got to touch some of the famous and much-sought-after microfiche. Everyone else is now jealous. I have spent too much time with my microfiche and my lovely barcodes, and I believe I shall not be getting more NASA books. I will be getting special surprises. I bet you can't wait for the humor those might inspire. I still need to build that space ship though. I must go claim a star and bring it down to earth for a friend of mine, as some of my friends admire the stars so much (probably because they are such stars themselves). After all, we divas must stick to others of our kind.

Another rather uneventful day in the world of Bella. It is worthy of the insomniacs who are seeking their sleep. I slept in for a change to the deep disappointment of the cats. They did eventually rouse me and convince me to give them some food. Then the world began to spin. I showered, paced, and went to lunch with some friends. We ate at the Chinese Buffet where you always have a great time weaving between the other people loading their plates and the five million waitpeople who want to refill your drink every time you take a sip.

I also worked a little bit on one of my many random projects. Some day I will have another quilt to find a location for. Well, here's to the thought of more exciting news and friends replying to my e-mail. *raises a glass of sparkling white grape juice*

Wrapped in clouds of mystery, I'll be dancing until dawn
Wrapped in my own loneliness, I'll dance 'til night is gone
As the wind howls through trees who bow at my feet
And for a moment, I am freed from this deceit
Where they say one thing, don't follow through
Doubt the truth of me which they only wish they knew
Judgment passed with no evidence, sends me reeling back
But night comes and cloaks me in the dullest black
While I find again I've lost my place, can not find the page
Find myself weeping, too young to feel this age
But though eyes weep, feet still dance until dawn
For this matters little to me, they'll see when I'm gone

I spent a lot of the day not doing what I planned to. I woke up late and catered to my cats. Then I stared at a blank OpenOffice document, wishing that I could force myself to write things like cover letters and summaries. Someday I will find this motivation. I did find some intriguing websites, one of which requires me to spend money I don't have. It's sad how everything seems to go back to that, eh?

I also developed a roll of film. I was a little afraid that it was a roll full of pictures of my cat, but I am not as much a crazy cat lady as I aspire to be. Instead it was pictures from my famous trip to New York two summers ago, a few snaps of me and Miss Kewl looking sexy and tacky at the same time, and the inevitable snaps of King Rodney on his throne. So if I find my way to a scanner, I may have some more pretty gifties for my viewers.

I also made it to my Monday Mormon moments, which is looking like boys club again. Always a great experience, of course, but you would have to come to see it. Anyway, sweet dreams and happy hauntings.

What am I doing here, where they can't see me
Screaming, weeping, aching just to be
Slave to the masses, victim of my pain
Scoffed at and driven until I am insane
But they love me, they respect me
They swear they don't reject me
That they battle at my side, protect me
Yet in clarity can be seen they select me
When no one else will hold their hand
Take the time, try to understand
So it makes me wish I knew why I am here
What I am doing, why I hold so dear
That which explodes inside my heart
Bleeding me slowly as I fall apart

It hasn't been a good day. I woke up this morning feeling like I punched a wall. It took me an hour to realize it's because I have a scratch on my knuckle. I can only assume one of my "precious" babies decided I was taking up too much of the bed last night. So I stumbled out of bed and into the shower where I succeeded in not drowning myself. Don't cheer too loud, I might hear you.

Then I made my way to work where things were going pretty good until I dumped water all over my desk (all this fun before 8am too). I managed to not destroy anything. I did have to dry out some microfiche though. With any luck that will have been the excitement for the day. My word of the day was crapulent though, so who knows.

Yes, that was about it. I had some leftovers for dinner and loafed around with the cats. I dragged my tail slowly into page six of my masterpiece and promptly lost my train of thought. I think it headed west in the hopes of finding enlightenment. I hope it finds some and brings it back. I can take all the help I can get. Keep making snow angels or snow demons and try not to trip over your own foot. That's just embarrassing.

Slipping your eyes over me
But you can't really see
The woman worth the gaze
The words behind the phrase

Slipping slowly into sleep
My eyes close, souls weep
No one sees me slipping
Or the nightmares, me, gripping

Slipping off until the clouds pass
Can't give the love to last
And live through the pain
That grips me, drives me insane

Slipping out of myself for now
I feel your pain, and how
The knife twists that you swore
You'd not turn to anymore

Slipping away from what you fear
Is the love to draw you near
Make you whole, fill your heart
Can't accept, tear it apart

Slipping away at your request
You say nothing, I hear it best
Drop the phone, let go the line
Let you go, pretend I'm blind

Well, at least one of the people who I thought was angry with me wasn't. This is always a good thing. Well, not always but in this case it is. Of course, there are still the other random people who are ignoring me. It occurs to me that there is no reason why I should care.Obviously, they don't appreciate me, so I wish them luck and I am going to stop worrying about them. In fact, that should be my goal--to stop worrying about this crap that won't matter in the long run. So for those who think they know me, you are wrong. For those who claim they care and yet are never around when I really do need a shoulder, may you find happiness somewhere else. I am closing those doors. I have enough to do without worrying about the fools and the hypocrites. To the rest of you, sweet dreams and a lovely morning. I am slipping away to a world where I laugh at those who think they're seen my soul.

I want to slip under your sheets, your ice
Find there what a child once found
I wouldn't feel the cold, or think twice
As long as no one else was around
I'd strip down to nothing and bury me
In the chill that already surrounds my heart
Keeping it fresh for the love for eternity
Except when it thaws and is torn apart
Then it must heal to freeze once more
While I think of the ripples on your surface
Turning to ice, and how I found before
A moments peace in burying my face
Under sheets of glass, where water flows
And my heart confesses secrets no one knows

Well, it is the fourteenth birthday of Puddles and Peeks. I still seem to be on this kick. I have always maintained that toys are the best friends (the best 20 husbands I ever had were stuffed animals), so I suppose it is only in my imagination that I am going to find contentment. I tend to expect far too much from real people, and, of course, they all fall short. [Except you, of course! I know my readers are convinced of their own perfection.] Then again, people don't see me for who I am either, so I guess it all balances out.

Some people see me as a ticket to Heaven. I hate to tell you this, but I am pretty sure God isn't going to open the pearly gates just because you think you deceived someone into thinking they're your friend and convinced them to come back to church. Now if you truly are someone's friend, you respect them and actually listen to them. At least, that is how I feel which is why I get weird when people tell me what good friends I am with someone I haven't spoke to in months and know basically nothing about.

Then there are the people who think I'm their provider. I am not talking about my Monday Mormon babies in the past (that's just cute and I'm going to be a grandmother, again--woowho). I am referring to people who think I need to hold their hands while they cross the street, give them money out of the goodness of my heart, and do them favors without making sure that is okay with me. I have also had "husbands" along the same lines. Still not married and thereby still not popping out babies, both of these scenarios don't make me happy.

And, of course, my favorite is the fact that I am a dumping ground for crap. If you don't want to do, what makes you think I am going to jump at the chance? Seriously, my free time is my free time. If I choose to spend it staring at my ceiling pondering the workings of the universe or even staring at the dumbest show on the planet instead of making someone else look good by doing their projects for them, that is my prerogative. In fact, I could go on for hours, but I am tired of ranting. I'm just not in the mood to deal with the crap, so don't annoy me. I have a demon cat and I am not afraid to use her against you.

Of course, I was hoping to have the bat sterilized for use in an innovative guacamole factory where you wear sterilized wet suits and play baseball in a sterile room. The trick is that you use avocados as baseballs and after the game, they whisk all the pulp into a huge vat where the guacamole is made. Yes, it does sound quite lovely, doesn't it? Paid to have fun just like my job where barcodes and microfiche abound.

And just in case my sheepies have forgotten the joys of being dead sexy, go look at this.

For the second day in a row, I crawled out of my happy hobbit hole to go punching through the thin layer of ice covering the snow of the outside world. It makes a satisfying crunch that one of my friends would adore, but she is far away in Hong Kong where she can't appreciate our late January snow. If I get really bored, maybe I will make her a tape of crunching through the snow. She does have a birthday coming up and I am prone to being incredibly impulsive right now.

The viewings of my journal have gone down again. I wonder if that is because I haven't been updating or because the "experts" realized they weren't getting every intimate detail of my life. Their loss, I suppose, because some days the giggles come pouring out and if you don't check back, you don't get the giggles. Anyway, gonna recap the weekend real quick for the curious.

I had a pleasant lunch with the happy, shiny people on Friday. This happens every Friday and only costs $2, so feel free to tag along. (The food is usually pretty good, too). Then I got to play with the fun people at the DMV. It must be truly great to have that sense of power over other people that one gets when enforcing inane rules and reading through things that you just rejected as a form of identification. From there I traveled to more pleasant places--my friend Karnsy's.

We had a pleasant dinner, watched her get her hair cut, played with gratuitous babies, and then settled down for a fun evening of games and fun. As tends to happen since my family is odd, I got to learn another set of rules for Spades, which my partner and I then proceeded to take to town. We won by a pretty wide margin despite the fact that I underbid like a fiend. Then we played a gamed called Apples to Apples. It's quite fun, but I am not going to go into details because it is more fun to just play it. Then we played a game called 99 which I also managed to do well at (probably since it seems to be a simplified version of Spades).

Saturday started out rather uneventfully. I woke up with a headache since I slept on my neck wrong. When I crawled back under the sheets to get a nap and let it rectify itself, the phone started ringing. Yes, telemarketers love to be chastised by me when I am half asleep and some people think I am 411. I swear that I am not stalking the boys and men in my world, so don't call me for their numbers.

I did finally get a phone call worth receiving though. *cheers and celebration* This led to spending the evening with a friend I haven't seen in a while, watching "Under the Tuscan Sun" and eating too much food at Applebee's. I also got the coolest keychain. It is from Holland and is actually fingernail clippers. Now I don't have to envy the people who always have clippers on hand. Of course, this adds to the massive collection of keys I carry around, but it is a small price to pay for the coolness factor.

Sunday was full of the normal, church and smiles and wandering around in a skirt in the snow. I also put my brain to working on the upcoming baby shower for Shelby. I should begin stressing too much about that around Thursday, so be prepared. Yesterday was snowy and full of cancellations. Well, I still had work, but my beloved Miss Kewl stood me up, thus denying herself cookies. Instead, I joined Brother Waldron and the Scripture Study Squad. That was pretty interesting, but I get the feeling half my readers won't want to read about it--the rest of you can join the class. Walk-ins are welcome. Tehe--doctors for the soul. Gee, I'm just a ball of fun today.

I also got to hang out with the shiny, happy, single people. We made some great commercials for armidillo meat, wood, and the identity crisis fish. You'd have to be there to appreciate the humor of it all. *twitters merrily* We also played pool and discussed the inner beauty of my favorite beings--hobbits. Ah, Sam, the hobbit of my dreams, but I am willing to settle. For whom? I am pretty sure I already told him (though, I am certain it would not be a case of settling), so I feel no need to tell you. Sorry.

TOP TEN WAYS TO FIND HOBBITS LOST IN SNOW BANKS

10. Listen for the rumbly in the tumbly.
9. Look for hairy bare feet flailing wildly.
8. Follow some Nazgul, they'll sniff them out.
7. Look for the part of the snowbank that is just a little shorter as this will most likely be where the hobbit fell in.
6. Follow the trail of crumbs from their mid-walk snack.
5. A good metal detector could prove useful.
4. Sing "Happy Birthday" and the hobbit will come to claim a giftie.
3. Wait until spring, they should be chubby enough to make it through the winter.
2. Bring along some potently scented food, watch the hobbit come popping out.
1. No self-respecting hobbit would leave his/her cozy hole and hot cocoa, what am I saying?

Anyway, after that brief intermission, I should probably talk about today. Miss Kewl bought me some affection in the form of a hazelnut steamer. Nothing warms you up quicker than sugar filled milk, so I have been pretty warm and fluffy today. Of course, the winter rain has not done much for me and may thwart my desire to make audio history with the sounds of crunching snow. I also think it is time to unveil another great t-shirt idea for Miss Kewl. Feel free to buy one for you, one for Miss Kewl, and one for your friends though only Miss Kewl can wear it with the greatest pride. Aside from barcodes and more barcodes that has been the extent of my day.

Well, it is the time of the year when minds and hearts are turned to the age-old desire for love and adoration. Women everywhere are awaiting dozens of roses and boxes of chocolate that proves their sweetie really cares. I am still waiting for a confession of love worth listening to. My cats do a pretty good job, but the boys are too shy or something. Oh well, patience was invented for a reason.

Anyway, I hope you are all planning ahead to Valentine's Day, so that I don't have to hear other people weeping because they were forgotten. I intend to celebrate in the normal way, hoping to be surprised and knowing I won't be. Who knows though, my cat might bring me a living mouse to liven up the day. He is always thoughtful like that.

Today was another wonderful day of work and more work. I got to remove some more books from my desk as well as dance with some microfiche. I also joined the Scripture Study Squad during lunch again. I don't think they believed me when I stated that you can conquer evil with love, but I have proof. How else can you explain my cat's love for me? He is evil. I am pretty sure he jumped in my face yesterday morning. I have the scratch mark to prove it.

BTW, I forgot to mention how you can get your very own kewl t-shirt. Go here. Okay, that's about it unless the world becomes more exciting.

So far today, I have been insulted, patronized, and treated like a moron. I have been asked for documents I relinquished two years ago. I have been kept waiting, but I have somehow managed to stay patient and keep a smile on my face (for the most part). We'll see how the rest of the day goes. Right now I am at lunch, eating lasagna. I will eat so much lasagna that my tongue will no longer want to taste it this week, but I will not starve to death. This is always good to know. I even got in my exercise this morning at the library gym.

Don't get all excited and rush down to the library hoping to swim some laps. The library gym involves moving old, dusty books from one location to another. It gives you a workout, changes the color of your hands, and makes your nose itch. If these all sound like fun, come on down. I am sure there are some books for you to touch. Well, I don't want to spend all my mirth in one place, so I'll have to come back to this later.

I forgot to mention that I also scored quite a bit today. When I left my workplace, about ten music scores were piled neatly on my desk. Who could ask for more than that? I need to spend some quality time cleaning the rest of my random fun off of my desk. Some day!!! Yes, some day. Anyway, not much else to see here. Keep smiling.

I received an e-mail with a job predictor today. Imagine my total lack of surprise when I typed in Annabella Ordena and got the ideal job of "emperor of all the world". I admit that it is a bit of a stretch. After all, I am 100% woman. So it would have to be rephrased to "IMPress" of all the world. It is rather accurate. And my favorite superhero came up as a superhero. I am miffed though that Lois Lane is a Garden Gnome and Clark Kent is unemployed. Rodney, my cat, is a circus freak and Ziggy is basically Norm from Cheers. I better keep her away from the booze. She might take a bender and hurt me

I also got some training and free patronization. I begin to wonder what people think I do at work all day. Apparently, I stare at my screen while my work does itself. If only it were that easy. Seriously, if you don't think I do work (and know what I am doing) buy a brain and spend a little more time with your nose in your own business.

Aside from working on the baby shower, my day has not been overly eventful. Now I am staring at my television and pondering what I have forgotten. That isn't too exciting so I shall bid you farewell. Have a good one.

Well, I have to throw gratuitous congratulations out to Shelby. Any day now, another lovely young lady will be welcomed into the world by this dear friend of mine. The party went pretty well, even with a wildly erratic hobbit conducting events. Mix in a lot of love and any party can be fun. The many guests seemed satisfied with my work, as well as Shey's, Katie's, and Landon's. Yes, we allowed the boys to come. They did start their own mini-party in the back, but I think they had a good time anyway.

That was the highest point of excitement in my day. That and fighting my cat for my seat so I could type this little blurb. Maybe next month will be more exciting. It is fraught with the joy that the Hallmark holiday brings into my world. Now if I can just figure out the people in my world, I will be content. Sweet dreams.