I hopped on my bike and picked up bagels.  We relaxed and read the sunday papers.  I walked daughter #1 to a friend’s house, trying to get daughter #2 to socialize as well, hubby’s cutting the lawn, and we have no plans at all.  It’s sunny, not too hot, things is good. 

I was busybusybusy yesterday and this morning, cleaning the house to prepare for my parents’ visit.  Mom and Dad were going to be going to a Rose Show up in. . .argh. . .starts with an H, next to Keansburg.  I hate when I blank like that!  Anyway, they had a surprise visit from my Aunt and Uncle earlier this week, and they brought along a nasty cold, which Mom now has, so she cancelled on me.  I feel bad – I know she was looking forward to the show and to seeing the girls.  But. . .my house is clean!  They need to come again either real soon, before it gets messy again, or a few weeks from now, when I need impetus to clean again.

Second change of plans was agreeing to try a different antidepressant.  The experience with paxil has made me seriously anti-medication, but there are too many mental and emotional roadblocks to therapy being helpful, and too much mental and emotional turmoil for me to happily get through each day.  This new doctor asked a ton of questions, answered a ton of questions, and I’m giving Cymbalta a try.  The fact that he did not pooh-pooh my paxil story, knew exactly where I was coming from, was very reassuring and made me feel a little more secure in taking his advice about meds.

And. . .had to have dinner without the hubby tonight.  His morning commute was almost an hour longer than it should have been, so he knew he’d have to stay a bit later in the office.  Then he had to have extra work done at the dentist – more delays in leaving work.  Then the client called and needed help, as he was about to walk out the door.  Ugh.  Well, he’ll pick up chips and beer, we’ll watch tonight’s Survivor, and it’ll all be better by 10.

You just didn’t get it, did you?  My Internet Privacy post was directed specifically at you.  I’m not a sick person or a pedophile or a criminal or anything like that, but what if I were?  Your IP addresses show where you are, and that you are students.  Ashley, for heaven’s sake, you left your real first and last name!  I look at my activity log daily, and I know that not only are people looking for a porn star who (unfortunately) shares my name, but also some of the folks who look at the pictures are specifically looking for images of children (based on their originating IPs or search terms)  It would take NOTHING for a wack job to track you down.  NOTHING!  You need to be much more careful in this day and age, and consider yourselves lucky that all >I< did in response to your silly comments was forward them to the administrator of your school computer network, and delete the posts.  You’ll be better served not only on the Internet, but in life in general, if you never say anything about anyone that you wouldn’t say right to their face.