I just don't have internet access. I'm pirating access at work.

A lot has happened, and I have a lot to tell you.

-Steve started dating again.

-I'm not dating anyone, although I tried to for about a month. Now I can't stand the guy, and he wont leave me alone. I tolerate him because he's my new room mate.

-Alex is staying with Steve, who is trying to take me to court to say I'm a bad parent because I asked him if he thought I should give up my rights. Idaho is a messed up state. I'm a messed up state. I'm still harboring feelings for Steve. He's now dating Ashley...which makes me more mad, because she's my friend and I think she's a great choice. Ugh.

-I'm still friggin in love with Gabe, the most infuriating man on the planet.

-I went to Oregon for the first time a few weekends ago.

-I got promoted at work. I'm now on the Research Team. (Cool music)

-I drove for the first time yesterday, and it was soooo empowering.

-Wendy graduates from A School on Wednesday, and then she'll be flying back to take me away from all this...at least for a couple of days.

-I miscarried....don't be sad. I was excited that I was pregnant, but I'm glad I miscarried, because me and the father didn't work out, I don't want to be with him, and it's better this way. I don't think I want any more kids anyways.

-Alex turned 1 on July 10th. I fed him cake. He promptly got it in his ears, hair, diaper, on the bottom of his feet, and somehow managed to get blue poop for a week.

-I miss you guys...so much. I can't really promise access to a computer, but I do want to keep in touch with some of you. my email is kungfububblegrl@hotmail.com.

Also, if you email me and would like to text message, we can exchange phone numbers. I do miss you alot....Nightbug. (sniff)

Keep me in your thoughts. Hopefully, I'll be back on the Web soon.

I got asked to be a mentor at work today! And I said yes, very happy for myself!
What else is going on besides that? Not much. Much is the same-although I have been put into a sticky situation. My room mate Jared slept with other people besides Amber, his girlfriend. And Amber is now living with us. While I don't think it's my place to say anything, I am really frustrated that he would do something like that to her.
It's just hard. I probably wont say anything, if just because I think I need to stay out of it. But I dread the day it comes out.
In other news, Steven and I are still singles. We haven't dated anyone else, and nothing has really happened.
As for what happened, it is not important. I'm over it.

Bye Bloggers! Until next post!

Being Single is more interesting than I thought it would be. The weird thing is, Steve and I still live together, still laugh and hug and joke. But there's no physical stuff, and we seem a lot happier for it. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I could handle a relationship without the ol' bumpty-bump. And Steve as made it adequately clear he's more interested in other things then the bumpity. But for now, it gets us through the day, and Alex is none the wiser to whats really going on.

As for what's happened? Really don't want to say. What I can tell you is there was a large misunderstanding, and I ended up needing humility, apparantly, and humility needed to come in the form of 4 hours in the rain.

Another time, friends.

I have a new room mate, his name is Jared.

So much to say, but right now, it's hard. I have a million things to check on, and not much time to check.

Take it easy bloggers.

Steve and I finally broke up and decided to be just friends. It was harder than I thought it would be. I didn't think I'd get so emotional about all of it, but, there you go. So I'm trying not to think about it so much.

Also: Easter was awesome. We got Alex those balls like the ones from the ball pits, and ended up throwing them at each other and the dog, much to the dogs dismay. Then we had Scalloped Potatoes, Ham, Salad, Garlic Bread, and Deviled Eggs. And yes, I feel asleep and was too tired to eat the Red Velvet Cake that sat in beauty before me.

Ugh.

I have been absent, beloved blogstreamers...because of a lack of internet. Oh, and Sharon, Steve's mom, our frequently used babysitter, went to Connecticut. (P.S. All these years I've been spelling Connecticut wrong! *gasp*) So I had to stay home for the next few days watching Alex.

I know this sounds strange, but um...yeah. I'm scared to death of the little bugger, and with good reason. He's so cute, and little, and innocent, and impressionable. And I am his mom. So not only will I have to entertain him, but I had to entertain myself.

So. Let me give a little shortened version of what my journals said the next few days:

Day 1: All is well. Diaper has been changed. Teething may begin at any time...holding breath.

Day 2:Teething has begun with gusto. Aex cries and whimpers, and I have to go get Orajel. Frightful events may ensue.

later:
Went to Walmart for Orajel. Alex persisted in clinging to me like sloth. Furtively glancing in each direction, I opened the Orajel before purchasing it, just so he'd simmer down. Also bought a vast array of teething tablets, and teething rings.

Day 3: Getting into the rythym now. Wake up, play with Alex, change is diaper. Make him bottle, eat breakfast, smoke, wash, change diaper, play, feed, diaper, play, nap, clean, diaper. Bottle.....Diap-Zzzzz.

Day 4: The walls are wavering. This house is making me weak in the head, I think. Just yesterday I hugged a chair, and laughed at the banister. Alex thrives. I need a tranquilizer.

Day 5: Room mates are tards. Don't clean. Must....keep clean. Alex started taking his sippy cup and running it across the bars of the gate that fenced him in his play-area, making me feel even more like we were in a prison.

Day 6: Steven had today off. I couldn't wait long enough, woke him early with lipstick on my eyelids and a penciled mustache on my neck. He whimpered in fear.

Day 7: Lack of sleep and the inhaling of one too many stinky diapers has made me lose my ability to think rationally. I now drink from a water bottle, eat applesauce, talk in one syllable words, and drool. My mutation is hurtling towards insanity like a flaming sack of crap.

Day 8: Sharon is supposed to be home today, but her flight was delayed and then the bus broke down. I've memorized Veggie Tales, and love Dora more than pudding...Alex and I have bonded quite well. We can understand each other perfectly, albeit the fact that I found myself trying to find a comfortable onesie in my size. Kids get all the good stuff. *sigh*

Sharon finally came back, and after so much sleep deprivation, I was offered the chance to have the night off. Sharon and Robert were going to take care of Alexander. I went home, ate some sushi, turned on loud, grown-up music, took out the Baby Einstein Classical CD and tucked it away, and grabbed a nice book. Around 10:30 my eyes were still wide open. 1:30 AM....I still was awake. The truth remains: I missed my Bopi. (Nickname for Alex...it grew during our 8-day adventure)The next day I went to work for the first time in a long time, and my adult-feminism sort of started coming back..although I keep drooling when I see the hot guy from Wamu. *gah*