Miss Ataxia: What a day

Well I'm back from a fun-filled couple of days. Sunday helped the boy move, never thought someone could have more books than my entire family put together. He's still getting used to the new place. Don't blame him it's very different to what he's used to. What I mean by that is quiet, has his own space (literally his own), and he can relax and not worry that people are going to ask him to do random things around the house. So yeah that was Sunday.

Monday I worked. Explains everything.

And today I drove my brother to work, got the oil changed, went to blockbuster, helped with dinner, realized that Weed has a cold (which is funny because she keeps sneezing), and than I spent the past couple of hours with the boy trying to help him relax because he's getting stressed out about work and bills. So today was a fun filled event.

How was your day?

Miss Ataxia: The Puffball Enigma

She can't breath through one side of her nose. I think that would signify that it's important to fix.

Nice, one would think that was a Freudian slip.

So today we found something in the back yard. More like my dad found something and than made me do research on it to see what the hell it really is. What did we find? Puffball mushrooms. They were the size of freaking grapefruits half buried in the dirt. Not poisonous, in fact if you eat the bad ones all you get is gastrointestinal discomfort. They can range in sizes from 1" to 12". They have even been confused as sheep! They get that big. So you know what we're going to do? Leave them and see how big they can get. We're such an odd family.

Miss Ataxia: Annoyed

The way you treated me, past tense. And for the girl.... something tells me that she's noticed you. And isn't ready to make a move yet. But if you do meet a girl, you can't stop writing. I won't let you.




So tell me how does a Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor refuse to fix a broken nose? It's still bothering me. She went in the other week and told her that he couldn't fix it because "It's not broken". Bullshit look at the poor girl! It's not straight! "Sorry it's not bruised." Um, you don't know my sister. I have beat the pulp out of her to the point that her body is inclined to heal fast. Especially from bruises. So please, someone tell me why a doctor who specializes in noses refuses to fix one. You know what he told her? "If you were a marine you could fix it." Jerk obviously it's broken if you said that shit so just fix the damn thing.


Doctors are morons.

Miss Ataxia: Truce?

She didn't get her nose fixed. Reason? The doc said that it had already started to heal. Lame.

I suppose that it would have bothered me a little. I'm sorry that I didn't give you that opportunity. I am. But you have to think about it from my side as well. How am I supposed to react with the way that you have been treating me. I'm sorry that I was a bitch to you. I really am. But anyways, truce?

Now..... to find you a girl. :)

Miss Ataxia: I'm sorry

I know that you were trying to be nice. But I'm over it. You were a jerk to me and I know that I'm over that but I also know that it could go that way yet again. I know that I want to be friends with you but I know it's not possible. There are simply things that I can not talk to you about. Either because you simply won't want to hear them or because you won't agree or accept them. I'm sorry that I treat you badly. I don't mean to. I'm sorry that I flip between whether or not I can handle even talking to you. But I am willing to try. Whatever you wanted to say simply say it. I can handle what you say because I know that you aren't going to be rude or mean on purpose. I know that you aren't a horrible person. I'm going through somethings at the moment and I don't mean to take it out on you.

I'm sorry.

Miss Ataxia: Weed's Day

It's her birthday. She is not happy. Her nose is not fixed. Oh well. The boy is going to come over and spend the evening with me and my family. Hopefully he will enjoy himself.

I don't need you think process it. I don't need you to get back to me. The fact that you read it is enough. I want nothing from you, except the possibility of a friendship. But I think that you've already made it very clear that that will more than likely not happen. So I will not hold it against you.

Miss Ataxia: Thank you

Weed's birthday is tomorrow. 18 freaking years she's been creating hell on earth and I hope she'll be around for another 18.

Johnny, Thank you for what you wrote. You may not read this, ever. But I want you to know that you did mean a lot to me for the time that we were together. You helped me through a lot. Like my dog passing. You may not have realized it but that was hard for me and you helped. Thank you. Thanks for helping me get out of my shell. I may not be as extroverted as you but now at least I don't care what people think about me when I go places. You've given me a backbone. I know that we may never be close again but please know that I do still care about you. I may not be in love with you, but I do love you. You were one of my best friends for that time. One day I hope that I will be able to talk to you like we used to.

You were always forgiven.