I'm doing something positive today so I selected green as my font color. Green is the new word that means "cool," phat, bitching, and there are more updated terms that I cannot recall and I don't want to wait for my brain to search the files and retrieve them. Sadly, the search engine operating my file system has slowed considerably and I don't think any amount of defragging is going to fix it. So live with it, I will.
I'm working to get a widget on my blog that will allow people to post problems they see around the North Chattanooga neighborhood. Those will then be sent to appropriate city folks and we'll see what kind of response happens.
I haven't blogged in a while, I've been writing in my offline journal because it's been stuff I haven't wanted to share with my ones of ones readers. I just read an article on AOL this morning about protecting my privacy and I had to scoff. One, I've been searching the Internet to find out info about these stranger women my elderly, blind and deaf father has been letting in his home, unbeknownst to me until recently. And I cannot find crap about any of the women whose names I enter. Some i know are legit names, others not so sure about. But I find it ironic that all this hulaboo about so much info available on the net and I can't find it. My boyfriend says it's operator error and that always pisses me off, for sure.
Speaking of boyfriends. We've passed the one year mark and nothing much really happened. He gave me a hard time because as the female I'm supposed to remember all that stuff about the first date and such. Guess I'm not too sentimental.
Unlike his last girl friend, who they apparently sent each other anniversary cards and Easter cards and flag day cards and god knows what other calendar event. Hallmark probably lowered its flag to half mast when that couple broke up. :)
He took me to meet his mother's side of the family on July 4. Apparently this is was a big deal, and this week we are going to an event for the dad's side of the family. I've met them, at a thanksgiving event last November.
Our first rough spot had to do with the ex, apparently they cut their fingers, and become blood brother/sister and swore pinky swore to be best friends for life when they broke up. I'm surprised she didn't make him wear those half heart necklaces that friends wear (maybe lovers too) to show that they are not whole without each other. Oh by the way, she's 31 now. I know readers, all zero of you, must have been thinking she was 16. (I think she might have been when he met her.)
But she didn't know he was dating and he didn't want to let her know, he thought she might hurt herself if she found it out. For a while there, it felt like we were sneaking around on her!
But I finally pitched such a fit and face book helped me, and she found out. and lord, lord, she cried, she made this dramatic speech about how she wanted to come visit the dogs they had together and then she had a letter she would leave for him, he didn't need to be there. Of course, that freaked him, and it got taken care of. But then she kept texting him, randomly, about things like what should I mix my whey protein with, water or milk? Or, she has coupons for pet food, what does he want her to do with them? (I know what I want her do with them) she sent a text wanting her computer and printer back, then a suitcase, then would he feed her animals when she was out of town, then getting mad when he told her his new girlfriend is not down with the ex calling and sending texts so much. She flips out, saying he if can't stand up for their friendship, she doesn't need him in her life and she's coming to get all the shit she has left in his house, and there is a shit load of it, been there going on two years! He may be getting over her, in fact I think he's over her, just not the relationship. I told him I didn't want to be the rebound girl and he assured me I wasn't. But I'm thinking I'm the rebound relationship. He's thinking about relationships, what he wants from them, yada, yada, so I guess I'm the "practice run."
And that kind of hurts. I did ask him about this at the beginning, he assured me no. I allowed my feelings for him to grow and now here I am, a year in with a guy I"m crazy about but who's not so sure about me.
I gotta remember the old song, "I'm gonna harden my heart, I"m gonna swallow my tears."
keep that motto in mind.
but i am digressing about the original reason to start this post. I'm putting a link to lead to a site to report problems in north chatt, like dumping of trash, abandoned cars, stuff like that. we'll see how it works!

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