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• I have to show this to someone....anyone really. I took this two weeks ago on my brief trip home. I forgot how much I love that sign.
  

• Dug and I will officially be commencing the co-habitation program on August 1. I'm very excited. I also leave on August 1st for a 10-day trip to Jordan. I can safely say that the first ten days of us living together will be very uneventful.

• Speaking of Jordan....how stoked am I? It's been a few years since I've had the opportunity to travel outside of the country. And I've never had the chance to go to the Middle East. I'm hoping for an eye-opening experience

• Still on the job hunt. Don't want to talk about it.

• One of my favorite bloggers just posted some of her 20-week ultrasounds. I'm so very excited for her. However....and this is a tiny insignificant freakout....part of nursing school is learning how to read ultrasounds. And I think I got a peek at the gender of the wee one. I might have to stop reading her blog.

• I've become obsessed with this site. If you love me, you could gift me with anything therein.

• Dug and I have decided to get a kitten. I think our line of thinking is that if we can keep a kitten alive, happy, and healthy, in a few years we might venture into big and better things. Like, you know, plants.

Not Posting

I have purposely not posted in a few days for several reasons. First, and probably the biggest reason was my irrational desire to not post anything that was too negative. I wanted a positive, and happy, upbeat even blog. *snort* I have realized that life is not positive, happy, and upbeat all of the time.

Second reason is that I feel depressed. Am I clinically depressed? Probably, but again, since losing the job I don't have health insurance, so I can't really run right out and go to good old crazy doc. So I must deal in any way that I know how. And you might be curious to know how I've been dealing with this. In one word: torture. Not the kind that involves water-boarding, cutting off of the toes, and such. No, no, no....I'm much more devious then that. I prefer the kind of mental torture that I can only hear in my head. I really wish that I could take some of the self-loathing that I can create in my head and bottle it. I could then sell it to convicts and I am almost positive that it could make them go straight and become normal, functioning members of society.

The problem is that not only do I torture myself, I tend to torture Dug as well. I've put the poor kid through a lot for no reason. He's a good man for sticking by me through all of this, but heaven only knows how much more the guy can take. He deserves a good person, and I feel like my good person is slipping farther and farther away.

So, as you can see, I'm having a rough time. I haven't been posting because I am not sure that I am ready to share that with the world. But here it is, in all back and white.

The first rule of Flight Club....

While this blog is in it's infancy, I am by no means new to the blogging community. I've followed several blogs for upwards of two years now. (Random side note: Is it weird that I can tell you what has been happening to several individuals in the Richmond area even though I have never met them, and have no clue what they look like?) And since quitting my job, I've found that I have a huge expanse of extra time on my hands. So what's a girl to do with all that extra time?

Torture her boyfriend.

Just kidding. I think.

Spend all of her extra time sitting around reading other people's blogs and thinking about starting her own of course. And this nightly quasi-stalking ritual that I go through each night brought me up to speed on a very interesting conversation that has been going on at one of my favorite local blogs. RVANews posted an item about the recent lockdown of the University of Richmond's campus. I'm not going to get into the specifics of comments and the level to which is was escalated. If you are that interested, I provide you a link for heaven's sake, go check it out.

However, this particular argument/back and forth brought a very important question to mind for me. How do you accept opinions for other folk when you sincerely feel that you are right? You have to know the type of argument that I am talking about. You have an opinion that is radically different from someone else, and they refuse to accept or even acknowledge that you have a justifiable argument. Aggravating? Sure. Impossible? Maybe. Can it be overcome? Egh....therein lies the problem.

When are the opinions we hold so correct that we can't even accept that they are being challenged? And what are we supposed to do when we would rather smack someone in the face then listen to their dribble for another second? I personally have a problem with this. I really have to step outside of my mind and realize that someone might, (might being the keyword here) be right. But *gasp* that would mean that I was wrong.

I'm going to be frank

Sometimes things seem to get me down for no reason. It's very odd, semi-off putting, and all around weird. Does anyone else get that? You'll be strolling through the television channels and some poor, heart-wrenching story about the local SPCA's seasonal influx of cats comes across, and bam! Gone down some depressing, "I wish I could take home all the kitties" walk. That of course turns into something about just wishing you could do something, which in turns gives way to question all sorts of other things. Its a vicious cycle, and one that I have apparently perfected since it seems to happen to me more often than I care to admit to.

Maybe it's my particular brand of crazy that allows me to go down these rugged terrains of mental instability. And by the way, I do often refer to myself as having a particular brand of crazy. Dug thinks its funny. And so do I. So there.