“If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” Love this saying by Marilyn Monroe, even though I’ve never been a fan of hers. I totally agree too.

Woke up last night at 6pm and decided I was tired. It made sense since I’d been up 18 hours and only slept 6. So I went back to sleep after an hour or so and got back up at 9:00.

I called to thank my parents for the clothes yesterday and spoke with Dad while Mom was at the store. It was great talking to him, but a sad reminder that he isn’t quite like his “old self” anymore. I had to repeat myself a couple of times before he understood what I was saying. I see what Tom meant in suggesting I keep it simple and slow. shakes head sadly If there’s any good to senility running in my family it’s that someday people will actually be correct when they insist I’m out of my mind.

His voice sounded strained and old and he almost seemed like he was congested and having a hard time breathing. I asked, but he said they’re both ok.

I filled him in on our tough dilemma as far as choosing my teeth first and the move second, or the move first and the teeth second. He feels July isn’t that far off, so unless I have any emergencies to deal with in the meantime, he thinks I should try to wait it out and carry on with the move. That’s how I feel when I’m not in pain, and if I can remember to keep up with the peroxide and mouthwash rinses and lay off the popcorn, I should be ok.

I also filled him in on Tom’s job and how we’re still hopeful of him eventually being hired on, about the hours they cheated him out of and the hope of having the 401K. He said it’s important to have all the money we can have saved for retirement because you never know what the prices will be like by then, and this is so true.

I said I hated to be sneaky, but that I’ve been curious and worried ever since mom hinted that something was wrong there, but wouldn’t discuss it. All Dad said about that was that Mom wanted to move about 60 miles south where there are more people they know from up north and a bigger Jewish community. But because of their ages and the business, they’re grounded where they are.

This still doesn’t explain Ma’s statements like, “You just have to trust me,” “I’m sure you read,” and “I don’t want to discuss it” or “The end.”

I’m so happy for Mitch (Paul) because he just got his first book accepted for publication and distribution by Amazon on Kindle! He had sent me a copy of their contract and was saying something about how you get 70% of the royalties in most countries (a hell of a lot more than one could ever expect to get from the people I’m still waiting to hear back from about my last book), and will go over it with Tom. Tom would get more of what it’s saying than I would.

Although I know it shouldn’t, his recent success gives me a spark of hope. I know I’m not necessarily meant to be successful myself just because someone else is. Just because he’s meant to be a published (fully published) writer doesn’t mean Miss No Success Allowed is.

This winning the right to spew hatred for gays at military funerals makes me sick. Yeah, life ain’t all good for everyone. Funny how freedom of speech only exists if it’s to bash gays, but God help you if you bash blacks. I’m all for free speech, but there’s a time and a place for everything, not that their claims make a damn bit of sense when they say that God had them killed for being gay. Then why did He have straight soldiers killed? For being straight?

I’m amazed at how many people stumble upon my blog by doing searches on bullying and hacking Formspring accounts. I know bullying is all too common, but why do so many people want to hack Formspring accounts? It’s also kind of weird how many visits I get from schools, universities, medical centers and hospitals. I guess those looking up bullying from school are afraid of being bullied, while those doing it from the hospital have probably already been bullied and that’s why they’re there.