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Don't get here that often, but when I do it is nice...

Like a warm sudsy bubblebath with sweet smelling oil and just the right temp.

Facinating who reads them.

You find often the friends who really worry about you most...read about your days.

Won't be back for a while.

I will find something poetic and beautiful to leave rememberence of me.

Sometime...not now.

I have had moments of sitting lonely in a cold hard tub.

Warm enveloping baths with wine on the menu.

And re-occuring dreams, odd rememberences at unusual moments.

I have fought through temperments and ridicule.

I have re-established I am no genius, but I am a thinker.

I see me slowly continually taking my life where I want it to be.

More trips to the library, park, walking, eating trying in many ways to be

More Healthy.

And I will be.

I am not the sprinter, I am the marathon runner.

I work through the pain of endurance, the stamina of continuance, and the streangth of accomplishment.

I will continue every day to try to be a better me. Reguardless, you will find me tomorrow, accepting, giving grace and generally attempting jovility and love towards all who mean so much to me, and even to those that don't...golden rule, you know, must be upheld and respected irreguardless of the baseness of the person.

Life's hardest, simplest little lesson. Taught no less in kindergarten. Heh, figures doesn't it?

SON OF A BITCH FISH.

The parish priest went on a fishing trip.

On the last day of his trip he hooked a monster fish and proceeded to reel it in.

The guide, holding a net, yelled, 'Look at the size of that Son of a Bitch!'

'Son, I'm a priest. Your language is uncalled for!'

'No, Father, that's what kind of fish it is - a Son of a Bitch fish!'

'Really? Well then, help me land this Son of a Bitch!'

Once in the boat, they marveled at the size of the monster.

'Father, that's the biggest Son of a Bitch I've ever seen'

'Yes, it is a big Son of a Bitch. What should I do with it?'

'Why, eat it! Of course. You've never tasted anything as good as Son of a Bitch!'

Elated, the priest headed home to the rectory.

While unloading his gear and his prize catch, Sister Mary inquired about his trip.

'Take a look at this big Son of a Bitch I caught!'

Sister Mary gasped and clutched her rosary, 'Father!'

'It's OK, Sister. That's what kind of fish it is, a Son of a Bitch fish!'

'Oh, well then, what are you going to do with that big Son of a Bitch?'

Sister Mary informed the priest that the new Bishop was scheduled to visit
in a few days and that they should fix the Son of a Bitch for his dinner.

'I'll even clean the Son of a Bitch', she said.

As she was cleaning the huge fish, the Friar walked in.

'What are you doing Sister?'

'Father wants me to clean this big Son of a Bitch for the new Bishop's Dinner'

'Sister! I'll clean it if you're so upset! Please watch your language!'

'No, no, no, it's called a Son of a Bitch Fish.'

'Really? Well, in that case, I'll fix up a great meal to go with it,
and that Son of a Bitch can be the main course!

Let me know when you've finished cleaning that Son of a Bitch.'

On the night of the new Bishop's visit, everything was perfect.
The Friar had prepared an excellent meal.

The wine was fine, and the fish was excellent.

The new Bishop said, 'This is great fish, where did you get it?'

'I caught that Son of a Bitch!' proclaimed the proud priest..

'And I cleaned the Son of a Bitch!' exclaimed the Sister.

The Friar added, 'And I prepared the Son of a Bitch, using a special recipe!

The new Bishop looked around at each of them.

A big smile crept across his face as he said,

'You fuckers are my kind of people!

How I roll

Check it out.

I go to a riverfront get together for a man's birthday who talks bad about me, and everybody else, behind our backs. (I laid into him just last week about it, and of course, now we are face-front friends...)

I sit by the girl my man onced named his anam cara. (She keeps in contact with him on myspace, invites him to all the outings she goes to, etc...) I kiss my man good-bye, and leave him at the riverfront to drink beside her...

I get up to leave as the fellow who knows my story comes up to celebrate. ( I tell him since he is here, I have to leave...yet, he is on my favorite people list...)

I go home after cussing like a sailor, and pretend to be sober and innocent in front of my pentacostal parents.

I talk nicely to, and wave ever so friendly at the fellow who tried to get my man fired.

I laugh and joke with a fellow at work, who makes me want to vomit.

I politely say, "Hello." everyday, to the bitch that started the fellow on the path to trying to get my man fired.

I smile at my former boss, who hates my guts.

I play "nicey-nice" to a gal who acts like I do nothing all day, and says so, I am sure when I am out of ear-shot.

I converse, and "get along" with my annoying ex.

All I can say is, my,my,my,my,my,my,my, my poker face...