Music...

I added popup players on the side bar. I saw one on another blog and thought I'd try it out. My taste in music is weird. I like a little bit of everything, except rap, so the selection is going to be all over the place. I don't have much there. I was doing other things with my iPod while selecting songs for it. I was drawing a blank on songs to add so I'll have to do it as they come to me. My brain is on overload right now.

Got alot going on. Puppies that are starting to move around worry me because I don't want them messing the carpet. Especially after the arguement I had with my landlord the first week I arrived. Which brings me to the landlord...he doesn't know there's 4 puppies here! If he finds out, I'm in the shit, as Gordon Ramsey would say. (He's the chef on TV that knows his stuff but has a major potty mouth.)

Anyway, my stomach hasn't been right since Greg and I parted ways. A co-worker said I look like I'm losing weight. That's a good thing for me arse, but not for the rest of me.

I am on my THIRD weed eater. I purchased one that was a crap battery opperated one and returned it for a gas version. It wouldn't spin at the bottom so I returned that! The third one starts for about 10 seconds and stops! The grass along the road is about a foot high now and the landlord will be on my case in a matter of days. So, I'm stressing about that. I made a comment to my co-workers that maybe God is trying to send me a message..."Hire someone to do the weed eating. If you do it, a car will come along and splatter you on the road!" There's alot of traffic up and down and the bastards speed. I don't want to be splattered on the road, but then again, I wouldn't have to worry about puppies, weed eaters or nasty landlords. Heh. (By the way, I don't really think God is sending me weed eater messages.)

Amanda had to get a protective order against Jacobs father last week and I had to go to court with her. There was drama in the hall when the grandmother made a comment that I didn't let slide. "You really want to have this conversation HERE?", I said. "Ok, we'll have it here...." Then I let loose. Bitch. She doesn't have a clue of the harrassment her son has been giving my daughter. Don't mess with my kids. I'll kick yer ass.

I'm so stressed it's sickening. Literally.

I have to go do stuff on my day off. I slept in as long as I could. Groceries, dermatologist for Shawn, etc. I was going to go one way into a certain town today for something but can't for the life of me remember why. It's bugging the hell out of me because it was important! Guess I'll go the opposite way and do the rest of my errands.

Came across this song this morning. No video, thank goodness. They usually suck.