Nina...unedited...

So, I finally decided...ummm...yeah. Lots of times when I sit down at the key board to type out what I'm thinking I have to really focus. I guess it's in my nature to be random. I mean when I'm IMing people they always say shit like, "Where did that come from?" I swear I'm not schizophrenic. My mind just draws on other experiences and thoughts when I'm having a conversation with people. So today instead of focusing on one subject and writing on it, I'm going to dump my brain into this blog. At least I'm going to dump as much of it that is functioning this early in the morning...

I have decided that I'm addicted to Special K Vanilla Almond cereal. I had a bowl at Grace's and now I can't stop. It's so yummy. I even dreamt about it the night before last. Of course, I also dreamt that my teeth were rotting out. I don't' know what it means, but I really don't give a fuck as long as I get my Special K.

Speaking of food. I don't eat seafood. It's a texture thing for me. Of course when I cook seafood I always taste it to ensure proper seasoning, but I don't like it. I think it's the thought of eating Sebastian from A Little Mermaid. I don't know. It doesn't make sense though. I mean I like to fish. What the hell is up with that? I do catch and release, but still that's a little fucked up. If someone else catches something and is going to eat it I have no qualms about cleaning, gutting, and scaling. I'm a professional for fuck's sake. So why will I hurt a sea dweller, but not eat one?

I like to try new things, even if they are on my "I don't eat" list. When we were in CA I tried California rolls and other sushi. I think I like Krab with a "K" in small doses. You know that is a sin in the culinary world. I broke down and bought Michael a bag of shrimp and myself a little box of spicy California rolls. P.S. I make a killer vanilla beurre blanc sauce for lobster.

I need a new calendar in my office. I hate the one we have. It's free from our insurance company. We have USAA. That's the military insurance you qualify for when you're in the service. It has little paratroopers and shit on it. I miss my boys of summer calendar. Damn, I hate looking up at that.

I'm not a good friend to anyone unless I really like them. My best friend from college is in Guam. I haven't emailed her in 4 months. That's shitty. My best friend from high school has been touched by the lord. She always depressed too. I don't email/call her nearly enough. I just don't have much to talk to her about. My best friend from the military is in Okinawa. I haven't heard from her in 6 months. Every time I write an email to her, she sends me pictures of her kids back. I'm grateful, but I want to know how she is. So apparently, a best friend, I do not make.

I haven't used my web cam but twice since we got it. I also worked my ass off in that fucking barn to buy web cams for Michael's family. None of those fuckers have used theirs. That really pisses me off. Fucking jerkwads. I want send them two hours of audio of Lynne. They need to use the fucking things, or know that I suffered through her to buy those damn things. Bastards!

I'm busting my ass. I've walked at least 4 miles everyday for two and a half weeks. Nothing. I haven't lost a single pound. What the hell is up with that. I mean I've also been bike riding and shit too. I blame my fucking ancestors. If they didn't have to bulk up for the fucking winter, maybe I wouldn't be such a behemoth*. Damn, Ukrainians...

Sam's beard hair is all over our guest bathroom floor. They look like pubes. It's bugging me. Yesterday I heard him hocking up phlegm in the shower. Do you know how wrong that is?

Sam backed out of the hike yesterday, due to overtime. It sent Michael into a tail spin. It really pissed me off, because he had been so sweet and fun to be around the past couple of weeks. The day before yesterday he even brought me home some deli pickles! I was feeling kind of frisky, but he was so grumpy....it just ruined it. Damn, I hate when that happens.

That's all for now...more rambling to come...

*I can't find anything on this word. I meant it in a sort of slang. Like a huge presence. Maybe I'm using it wrong. I don't know. What the fuck ever...aggghhhhh.