Yea, I'm still alive. I'm still not in much of the mood to write. These are some of my favorite picutres from recent emails. Notice how the first three are color coordinated. Heh. Have I mentioned how I can't get enough of cute animal pictures? They always make my day, especially when I've been sick.
Yesterday I stayed home from work due to feeling squeamish and having a low grade fever. I figure it's due to the fact that I swallowed a large amount of water while swimming at the beach on Sunday. Mmmmm, yummy. Nothing like a gullet fulla salty poop water. Ugh, it felt bad enough when it happened. I got an unexpected tumble from a large wave and inadvertantly gulped down some of the tasty ocean, much of which felt like it was through my nose. Bwehh... The water actually looked quite clean that day. It was a pretty bluegreen, somewhat clear and I was able to open my eyes underwater to see the bottom. My eyes didn't even sting afterward. I'm very surprised I got sick, but I did and it sucked. At least I got over it pretty quickly. After a few squirty poohs (nice visual, I know) I slept most of the day and by last night I was feeling fine.
Oh yea, this time we went to the beach with my cousin Mark and his son Mason again. We seem to have a love/hate relationship with cousin Mark. I forgot if I mentioned his whole ordeal on here... The fact that he was out of work for 13 years and was supported by his girlfriend, the fact that they suddenly got married a just few months after us, the fact that they just had a baby girl (cousin is 39 and she is 37 or so I think), the fact that they were practically given a house and all new furniture by cousin's in-laws. Though I'm sure the wife bought some of it, she makes pretty decent money and she bought her own big engagement ring.
The girlfriend is nice enough to our faces, but never wants to actually hang out with us. It's weird, she always stays home while we pick up Mark and Mason to do things. Mason actually spends every other weekend with Mark, he lives with mom, the girlfriend Mark knocked up before he met the current wife. Anyway, we enjoyed hanging out with them, but have made a point to kind of let them go a little. Mark never has money, never offers anything...Oh and can't drive, either. So we always have to pick his ass up. That's why we don't do much with them anymore. Believe it or not, it really doesn't have much to do with the baby. Although it doesn't help... Really, given their history, especially Mark's, they are the last people who should be having kids. But I'm trying my best to get over that kind of crap because I'm going to witness countless more people around me, qualified and unqualified, having children. It's not my place to judge them, just so long as they don't judge me for not having them. Hah! Right. But I'm ready for them...
It was funny the other day, I was holding Mark's baby and his wife Trish is like, "I know you don't like kids and all, but you're so good with her..." or some such bullshit. I just smiled and said what I'm probably going to say a million more times in the future, Oh no, I like most kids and babies. Just because I don't want any of my own doesn't mean I don't like them!"
*sigh*
People can be so stupid. I just have to let these things go and quit dwelling... Ah, the story of my life. That's all I have time for at the moment. I have things to get to at work. Some making up to do for yesterday's absence.
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Hey, I like kids, too. In moderation. Which means they have to be someone else's. Heh!
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