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About This Author
 I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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The Waiting Game #650519 added May 18, 2009 at 11:16pm
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I am the most miserable sick person in the world. I admit it. Yeah it's me. sinus infection came out of nowhere and is taking me down quickly. Didn't get the antibiotic I wanted, because suddenly, it's not good for sinus infections. Huh. Seems odd that it worked on me for 7 years running. Now ~ in 2009 my favorite Zpak is out the window. Whatever. I'm on Cipro. You know that drug the government loves to push. Yep that is the one I get to deal with for the next ten days. Lucky me. NOT. As long as I'm back on my feet by Wednesday, I won't complain....much. 
Zak has it too, not as severe as I do, and the boy is determined to fight it all by himself. No run up to Dr. H to get it taken care of. For his sake {since I am completely miserable and probably won't sleep well tonight either} I hope his doesn't get worse. I don't know how, but somehow in the middle of the night I shut the alarm off. Zak cannot afford any absenses or tardies in the first two classes. Luckily R woke up at 6:45, so I was able to get him to school on time. It boggles my mind that I don't remember shutting that damn alarm off.
And Two, it is { well it used to be } a place for friends to gather, laugh, share a joke, a frustration, whatever, just a tiny escape from the everyday drama of regular life. The fun, pretty much gone, from what I can tell from time to time when I poke my head in and check things out. Now if CHAT came back, I wouldn't be reading about all the bitching in the blogs. Geez. Laughter people. There's enough drama and sadness in the world. Why invite it to your doorstep?