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Fire! Fire! Pants on Fire!

You would have thought that I learned my lesson on Sunday with my Niacin nightmare. But no, I didn't. I popped a 500mg tablet into my mouth this morning and 5 minutes later, I was head to toe on fire. I turned into a boiling tomato on a red hot stove. I forgot everything everyone said the other day. No aspirin, no triscuits, nothing. I'm a moron.

How About Chuck?

One of my 8-year-old boys, who just so happens to be borderline-autistic, refused to allow me to name any of the gophers he was spotting in the park today. I told him I think the gophers would appreciate being given a first name and he was adamant that no gopher anywhere needed a first name!

Why blog?

I've been blogging since a little bit before 2004. I've had several, no many, wait.... perhaps over 20 blog designs and then I redesigned them. I like to delete things, blogs, when things get too out of control. It beats therapy I imagine. For the past three years or so, I've been extremely addicted to facebook. Now I'm beginning to tire of that too. It's ever evolving yet it also simply just drives me bonkers. I've actually lost sleep over facebook. But blogging, from my past years, has also caused me to lose sleep. Too. It's all so strange. So why start a fresh one, yet again? 'Cuz I'm bored. I have too many things to do in my real life that I just thought why not.

I came home from work to find an annoying piece of paper with my name spelled wrong on it shoved into the crevice of my front door. Upon untangling it and reading it, I come to find out that I'm giving a second chance to call into the main office to set up my "recertification" to live in the complex that I do. Come September, it'll be four lovely years that I've taken up residency here. My rent is fair and I do get free heat in the winter months. I cannot say too much for the lousy upstairs neighbors I have had but this will do for now. It does beat owning my own home though.

I stupidly stepped into that nightmare back in 2001. I bought a three-story town home that was put together with matchsticks and Elmer's Glue. When the hillbilly clan of multi-colored mice moved in, I did what any sane human would do... I put it up for sale and got completely grossed out. It went into foreclosure mode and I snatched up this current beauty I now call home in September 2006. Thankfully some sucker came along and purchased my dump and I got off Scott-free. So that was then and this is now.

Nearly four years later...New owners, new management, new neighbors. And no mice!