I went this past Friday to visit aunt b.   I love her, she can be sooo funny.   She lives about an hour from me so I don't see her too often.   Wish you could meet her.   Everyone would love her.

Saw my b yesterday for the 1st time in about 2 years.   Hey, it's not my fought that his wife wouldn't let him see the family.   It was strange to see him.   I did get his e-mail so maybe we can stay in touch this time.

Still working on those Christmas cards.   I need to find a way to make clear stickers for the insides.   That way I could make the saying, put in a nice font and color.   My handwriting is so bad that I would like to have everything nice and typed up for cards.

 

reading

Banned Books Week

September 20-27, 2003

Celebrate the Freedom to Read

Free People Read Freely

Monday Blues

I finally figured out what the "By The Way," guy was talking about on how to spell check your journal.   Well, actually, he updated his journal to make it so dummies like me could understand what he was saying.   Maybe I'm not so dumb, maybe he's the computer geek who thinks everyone is as smart as he.   I don't know.

Today my mood has be horrible.   I can't even stand to be around myself it's so bad.   I did sit under my SAD light for awhile.   I started making Christmas cards while I was sitting there.   Maybe if I already had some of the stuff it wouldn't be so expensive to make cards.   Right now it looks like it would be cheaper to buy ready made ones.   But I really enjoy making cards.   I have been making birthday, get well, and thinking of you cards for about 2 years now.   The people who receive my cards seem to like them.

Gotta go to the doctor tomorrow for my annual.   I HATE it.   If I didn't have to go believe me I wouldn't.   I like my doctor and everything, but I hate getting totally undressed.   I HATE it.

SSDD

Ok, I know nothing about computers, but I figure I can follow a few instructions, right?  Wrong.  I have been trying stuff that I read about in John M Scalzi's journal.  No luck.  Guess I'm even dumber than I thought.  (I refuse to think of myself as stupid, but I can live with dumb.

My depression is back in full force.  Yeah, it never went away, but today is as bad as it has been in a long time.  I can't seem to force myself to sit under the light that helps with my SAD.  I can do it from time to time.  Last season it was a piece of cake, this season I just can't make myself do it for some reason.  But today I really tried.  I sat there for about 1 and 1/2 hours.  I used the time to start making Christmas cards.  I didn't get many done, but I came up with some cool ideas -- atleast I like 'em.

I know that no one is reading this journal, and at first that is what I sort of wanted.  But now, after reading other journal, I wish someone would drop in and leave a comment. 

Finding journals hasn't been easy for me.  When I made this one one of the questions it asked was to pick a community.  So I thought I could go to a site and find other journals in the same community and start reading.  Well, if that site is out there I haven't found it, and no one has mentioned it anywhere.  Bummer.

 

Poor Sheriff Hege

Who shot the sheriff?  I have no idea if Sheriff Hege did all that they said he has, but I don't doubt some of it anyway.  The man loves power.  I think it has gone to the mans head.  I mean he decorated his office to look like an army bunker.  Get real.  If he has to do jail time, wonder if it will be in his pink jail with the blue crying teddy bears?  Oh, and no tv or porn.  Poor fella.....  And I know he's at home crying now.  The new (or acting sheriff as the case may be) striped all the decals off the famous "spider" car.  It took 2 days to get all off.  Hege was so proud of that car.  I know he has to crying into his beer.

We got lucky and Isabel didn't do too much damage here.  My aunts at the coast are without power, but at least they weren't flooded this go round.  But we did get alot of rain and wind.  It was pretty good sleeping weather.  I did see some video of some fool at Wrightsville Beach swimming in the ocean yesterday afternoon.  What was he thinking?  The waves were out of control, and he is swimming.  I was expecting  him to go under and not come back up.  Idiot. 

 

 

Isabel

It is hard to believe that we can feel the effects of hurricane Isabel this far inland.  But we have plenty of rain, and no shortage of rain.  Schools closed early, and I saw the Duke Power trucks sitting and waiting for us to lose power.  I really hope that those guys won't have to move.  I have family at the coast right where Isabel decided to come ashore.  I told my aunt she was crazy for staying.  I pray they are all ok.  They have been through hurricanes before, but it is still scarey.  You never know when one like Andrew will come around there.

I've been seeing all the cool things other people are doing to their journals, and I just can't figure it out.  I guess I'll keep trying to figure it out.  But my brain doesn't really speak computer-ese.

Still Asking Questions

I really hope to someday be able to understand why people do what they do.  Is it the nature or nurture thing?  Are we just born like we are?  Are serial killers born or created?  Can the criminally insane become Christians or is it just something you have to be "sane" to do? 

I'm a good person, I'm far from perfect.  God says he loves me, and wants me to be his.  But there are times that I don't feel like he should love me or want me.  Do other Christians feel this way?  Or, maybe, I'm not a true Christian to have these thoughts.  Maybe, I just think I am.