Personalitities

Ok, so first of all I no longer have a problem with sciatica.  I have arthritis in my spine, so now when I hurt I am going to complain about my arthritis.  "Oh my arthritis."  I think this might also help when I am pissed of at the world, such as today.  There was no real good reason for me to be pissed off at the world, but children could have been hurt.  Luckily they were taking a final and not talking to me because I was so dang grumpy.  I was like Sarah-pissed off at the world.  I don't know if Sarah has arthritis though.  And I am NOT paying for full body XRays to find out.

On Friday I watched the Secret Life of Bees.  I read the book.  I shoulda known I might cry, only I seem to forget what happens in books soon after I read them.  I would do horrible if I had to take an AR test on a book I read because I would fail miserably.  Last year for one of my book clubs we read The Great Gatsby.  I wrote a 10 page paper on the role of women in that book in college.  I was absolutely dumbfounded when the lady died.  Who saw that coming? In any case, despite reading about the bees, it was like a whole new experience and I cried.  A lot.  For about an hour and a half.  It was aweseome.

I haven't cried hysterically in quite a while.  This used to be a daily occurrence and Clark got quite good at comforting me while I cried hysterically.  But Friday he was outside when the flood started and the only one in the house was Earl.  Earl has many fine qualities.  He's quiet.  He enjoys watching Bridezillas, Tabitha's Salon Takeover and the Real Housewives with me.  He helps me find my shoes in the morning.  He can be cuddly, but he is definitely lacking in the comforting people who are crying hysterically category.  I tried for a few minutes by holding Earl on my lap (one of his problems is he doesn't really fit in your lap.)  He wasn't much help- in fact he seemed quite bewildered by my behavior.  As soon as I let Clark in and he saw my state his whole demeanor changed.  Normally he lets Randi and Earl push him around, but he took one look at me and said "Step aside, Earl.  I've got this one covered."  With a confidence he rarely shows, he climbed on my lap and we watched the rest of the movie.

Randi is not good at comforting because she is too hyper.  She likes to watch soccer.  So much so that I have to be careful putting the football on the TV because sometimes she looks like she wants to jump up and start playing football with the Premiership league.  Randi is going to be getting pool together for the World Cup.  I think she just likes looking at their legs.  Oh wait, maybe that's me.

Sarah likes to sit outside and bark at nothing until I open the door and yell "What the hell are you barking at?"  Then she looks at me, turns around and starts barking again.  I'm worried about her still because this morning she was sick.

And someone keeps peeing on the floor.  All I know for certain is it is not me.  I think it's Sarah.