hello beautiful

I read my blog that I started on myspace 3+ years ago, these things I am sure of. I know more of who I am now. I have more confidence in myself now. I have more patience. I also find that I am not as outspoken as I used to be. I have no memory now, and I surely don't have the wit I once did. Maybe the patience part isn't true. My wanting more patience doesn't mean that I automatically have it. Just like; my dads a doctor I know what your medical condition is. Or my brother is a mechanic, I can fix your car. I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night, I now have the knowledge of all the land. I have all of these thoughts going through my head right now and I don't know where to start. My random thoughts are just that, and I would like to figure out how to organize them. I feel as if I have ADD or something. I know I am capable of forming a complete sentence, I just cant. I want to just blurt. So I guess this is going to be my blurt and not my blog.
Because you are in your car with your windows rolled up doesn't mean we as other drivers cant see you pick your nose, and visa versa, I am aware they can see me do it, it just seems like my safe place where I can pick my nose. Everyone is doing it picking their nose and chewing it, people think its funny but its snot! haha
I don't want to hear the conversation you are having with anyone on the phone. First off I am too nosey not to want to hear what the other person is saying, so text or email this doesn't interest me. Second, your life is not that interesting that you must share every little detail with every single person that calls you (this is about my office mates)
Shitting in public, I am aware that people do it. Why for the love of Rod do they have to shit in the bathroom right before I use it. Seriously? Is there not a safe place for my nostrils to go so I can enjoy a nice piss without smelling your stank ass?
There are 3 people at my work that call my office at least 10 times a day, and they still feel like they have to tell me who they are and what department they are in. Mary, I know your voice, I know where you work. Its been so for at least 7 years! Part two of this. DON'T YELL INTO THE PHONE! My ears are offended by the pollution that is coming from your face!
No, your baby isn't the cutest baby I have ever seen, mine were.
Cough into the crook of your arm, wash your hands after using the bathroom, blowing your nose, smoking and eating. Last thing I want to do is touch anything you may have touched after doing this.
I just came to the conclusion that I am a fucking whiner!
I love my husband, he cooks dinner for the family every night.
I love my husband, he opens doors for me and gives me his hand to assist me.
I love my husband, his hand is always securely on the small of my back.
I love my husband, he plays with my hair when my head is resting on his chest.
I love my husband, he doesn't have to fill the silent moments with blabber.
I love my husband, he treats me with respect.
I love Celena she always has something funny to say.
I love Lily She always has something nice to say.
I love Felix he always has something silly to say.
My parents always loved me unconditionally.
My siblings, older and wiser than me, always supplied me with support.
My friends, the true ones, hold me accountable and help me live to my greatest potential.
For all of you who are reading this. I share myself with you, because you are special to me. I don't say it enough, I cherish you.