Poop, Paxil, and Pageantry

Blog, you have known me for a long time and I am certain you realize how my mind works. First I must google and find every bit of information I can about whatever ails either me or someone I know. Then at that point I work backwards from worst case scenario. I wonder if that is my way of coping. Because when I find out the person is going to live and it was just a splinter, I am so happy. I mean I am really thrilled that everything is alright, but before that I have convinced myself that the person is doomed and often am already planning what I will wear to the funeral in my head. Blog, I know I am weird and well, I like my weird and I am going to go ahead and stick with it.

I am back to my old friend the blog. Blog doesn't judge me, blog doesn't lie to me, blog doesn't betray me, and most of all blog is really a good listener. So blog, remember along time ago when I had some troubles with a very dear friend and my sister-in-law? Well here we go again....different sister-in-law. This sister-in-law reminds me of that girl Kelly on that show The Housewives of New York , not like the other one who is a frigging genius (which I can honestly say after taking this Business Law course...... Greek , it was mostly Greek to me). There is a divorce going and in an effort to stay out of the drama when things really went south, I removed myself from any contact with the girl, let's call her Jill. Well, Jill just kept popping up and for the love of God, I am 36 years old and would prefer to get all my drama from T.V. Needless to say, I expressed to my friend, we will call her Sharon, the fact that I hated the fact that Jill seemed to find a way to p...