Craziness!

I have decided that being driven to craziness is going to be a never ending story in my life. Let me tell you why. I usually love my extended family, they are generally sane and fun and gracious and what not. Except for the ones I'm living with now (which will remain unnamed). They are driving me nuts! I knew something wasn't right with this one step-relative, but I didn't know the extent of it until I moved in and was living with it on a daily basis. Lets face it; living with someone that has a serious but treatable mental illness that they won't recognize and treat can wear a 'normal' person down. I'm just sick and tired of walking on eggshells around this person; not knowing how this person will react to whatever I do or say. Grrrr! Needless to say, I will be moving out on my own fairly quickly. (like within the next week, yay!) The only good thing that has come of this is that my cousin (their son/stepson) has moved back in and he and I can vent and stay sane and normal together.

On the other hand, on the upside of crazy...I have recieved some very exciting news! I have been accepted into the Physical Therapy Assistant Program I applied for! Yay! I will be starting in the fall and everything will look better once I get started. I love when things go right!

Loves!

B.A.S.S. Fish

Okay, I have to explain the title a little bit. In my life I have not had much experience when it comes to guys and dating. To this day I can count all my dates on one hand (pathetic i know). At one point I was so frustrated with things that I voiced my thoughts on the subject to my then college roommates. We came to the conclusion that Boys Are So Stupid! My roommate and I needed MEN in our lives and that there must be other Fish in the sea! So if you figured it out that the title is an acronym for how my roommate and I felt about the opposite gender.

So the million dollar question is...where have all the available men gone? All the ones that I have ever liked/crushed on/adored, have all gotten themselves married to someone else. Granted I might not be the rod thin supermodel or drop dead gorgeous blonde bombshell, why can't just one tall, dark and handsome just adore me? It's all about me right?

(sigh) I guess I have to settle for a four-legged, golden retriever, named Rex. No matter how many times he tries to "kiss" me that he isn't going to magically change into some handsome prince. (i've tried to tell him many times that he isn't a frog either, hee-hee). Rex's owners giggle every time I try to say that.

Oh well. Someday my prince will come.