Another one bites the dust...

And another week comes to a close. Sometimes it seems like we start each week out just praying for it to end. Just wishing our lives away...

Some random shit for this Friday:

I have drugs! Went to my doctor today and got something for my back which has been in rough shape all week. I'm thinking it's a combination of the gym and stress. My muscles are in knots from my lower back all the way up either side of my spine...and it's been popping (?) for lack of a better word. It doesn't hurt when it pops, just feels a little funky...almost like it's going numb. So there's that. The drugs have made me pretty much oblivious to the back pain, however, it is still there. Also got some anti psychotic...I mean... anxiety meds. Long overdue.

I'm in love with Chris Daughtry. I know, I know. He's younger than I am, he's married, he has a kid. I don't care about that. I just want to hear him sing for the rest of my life. And look at his smile... he's got a great smile...and his eyes...he's got great eyes...and his bald head...he's got a great bald head...okay I'll stop.

So yesterday, I almost hit a peacock. When your driving down the road and peacock runs in front of your car, I think it's time move to the city.

I have moving fever. I've never lived anywhere longer than 6 years. That was the home I lived in from 7th to 12th grade. A place that I'll probably always consider home, even if I never see it again. Since the age of 19 I have moved 13 times, staying in one place no longer than 3 years. (incidentally..never working longer than 3 years anywhere either). I think 3 years has become my limit. That's when I start to get the itch, and feel like moving on. I know some people say they hate to move. Hate packing, hate the actual moving itself, hate going somewhere new where they know no one. Not me. I LOVE it. I get high off it. It's exciting. Always a chance to start over. To reinvent your life...yourself. We've been in this house for three years now, and although a part of me does like the idea of being settled, I still can't seem to smother the part that wants to sell everything and move across the country again.

I've become addicted to myspace.com...second only to my blog addiction. As if it wasn't bad enough I have to jump on here daily to read intimate details of my blogger peeps lives...NOW I also have to log into myspace 50 times a day (okay slight exaggeration) to check my messages. There is no more email. All communication with friends is now done through myspace. Maybe I should go back to the doctors to get a pill for that. OR...maybe someone could just smack me upside my head a few times, just to remind me that I am not a teenager, but a 34 year old woman.

And lastly, my child ate meat tonight. This is a very big deal. He has refused meat every since we stopped the baby food. I kind of snuck it in his grilled cheese a little, but still...he ate it! He's also learned how to say Yee-Haw! Is that a good thing??