For me...it is where I grew up and where I make my home location-both-BUT...they have different home feelings if that means anything or makes sense. It makes sense to me. It's where the heart is, right? But when I think of HOME...it is Farson, Wyoming. I think I could find my inner peace anywhere in Wyoming, but when you go into Mitch's Cafe in Farson...there is always a familiar face and big greeting. It always was home.
I don't know what it means to Bug. I've asked the question, but I get a vagueness stemmed from the teenager mind. Maybe she will come to know and understand that later.
For now, I feel comfortable in the Harry Potter House. It is a happy house. I am attached to it, but not seeing myself forever living there. But while I am, I will be a good steward and improve it as I can.
Now...the state. Right now I am so not happy with the backwoods/backwards government. I even tweeted non-stop to Gov. Pence. Think they might send black helicopters my way? Nah. It wasn't hateful. It was asking for a repeal of the religious freedom law which to me makes no sense how they can pass something in contradiction to federal law and civil rights.
|Oiks. No cake for me!|
Our university president even sent out a public statement. For the most part, people are shouting out for action to repeal it. I do have friends near and far who think the law is a good idea based upon the fact that religion has come under fire and it is almost a "crime" to have religion. I understand this as well. I just don't think this law is the answer and it's like moon walking to woods. Shameful.
|Word to the Govnah!|
In the last week, so many huge events have pulled out like a train or...or just like the old "let's not get sperms in there pullouts" and may never return. Talk about economic impact. And the Governor didn't see that coming? Duh. This state's economy sucks ballz anyway. You can't find a good paying job anywhere. Plus, the government corruption and mishandling of funds is immense. So stupid is as stupid does. And they wonder why the state flounders.
Another thing getting my goat? Weather. It sucks ballz. I have a box of ammo to review and I want to get to the range. This last weekend...17 degrees...30 degrees...rain. Ugh. Thursday...I have the first day planned to get there after work and I have to go speak to a class. BEAT ME! #*$%)_@#*(&$_@$ Lots of symbol cursing going on.
Have I felt my crack moment from my B12 shots? Nope. Not one thing. Have I felt better? Yes. Mostly from the organic food intake, I surmise. Today is a struggle. At 10:00 am, I ate my breakfast and my lunch. Why? Because I was hungry. I must choose and package meals together in thingies more wisely. I also forgot my nuts. I know. You don't say? Yes. My boost of protein before workout. Poop. Shit.
I had a crazy weekend and time to get back on schedule. Last night Bug and I worked out in our garage. I was kicking my own ass with my jump rope. I have a high quality Rogue jump rope. It's a really really go fast and efficient competition jump rope. Go really really fast now. Still have not mastered the double unders in a long run, but I can master the speed of singles. Bad thing is when it stops. Yeah. F*uck that. I know what it is like to get caned in the shins.
I had worked out on lunch also. It was mostly neck exercises and posturing. That's what I call walking with a book on your head. Only my book is imaginary because I don't want to look too stupid in the gym...just sorta odd. And the other thing? I hate vagina sweat when you have to go back to the office. Yes. I clean myself up, but it is humid in there and the condensation continues even after you clean up and change. It's Hoo-ha Sauna with undertones of Bahamian Blast and Hawaiian Night Bliss. Blah. I also hate butt crack sweat. I always wear black so you can't see the stream from the front or the back. It just lays there. Accumulating. Going somewhere. Running. Dripping. In a puddle. Feels like... you peed your pants. Smells like...Yeck. No I don't bend down there and smell myself while running. I just imagine it smells like a tuna in the locker room. Ok. That was creeptastic.
What did you learn about today? Oh...I read about Fargo's vagina.
Yeah. Sorry. Many moments of your life I can't give back. You're welcome!