A man walks into the home of his KNOWN girlfriend... they've been having troubles lately and things are not exactly pleasant between them...

Words are exchanged. He grabs her arm, shoves her and in walks their three yr old child. The man stops, turns to the child, picks him/her up and consoles them. Puts the child down and turns to face the girlfriend again... she shoots him. He goes down. She shoots him again, killing him.

Was it self defense? Was he posing enough of a threat to her as he stood there holding his three year old child? Does the fact that the girlfriend is married to another man - has been married to another man during thier entire relationship...dispite having two children with the man she killed - have anything to do with why this doesn't make a whole lot of sense?

Was a line crossed in this?

Was it self defense against her lover, or self preservation of her life with her husband?

Having dreams that feel more like memories than dreams. Dreams that are so real and vivid that I can recall them in detail - unlike any dream I've ever had before when I couldn't remember anything about it the next day. These dreams feel so much like memories that they stay with me, rolling around in my mind.

Aside from the dreams, I seem to have fallen into a hole - a snag - an alternate life, walking a line that is my life, yet it's not. It's doesn't fit exactly right. I feel like I'm not quite in my groove and someone is watching me struggle with trying to figure it all out. I get a feeling of unease that I can't shake and I can't stand to stay in one place. I can't enjoy the solitude of my home doing what was once normal, common place activities for me. As I sat reading a book [on meditation of all things] I felt like something was pushing to get inside.. inside the house with me, inside my brain... I can't decipher which even now after the fact looking back. But I couldn't stay there. It was all I could do to keep myself calm - to keep from choking on the fear that is right behind me at every turn, reaching out to hold onto me - to grab my shoes and keys and get out. I just drove for miles, on back roads to places I didn't even know existed, which seems to fit because this dark feeling that's been growing within is locking me into places inside that I never knew existed, either.

So tomorrow is the annual company picnic... should be tons of fun. They are once again holding it at the Six Flags in this state, which means I'll have to drive into the city. I'm still debating on whether or not to get up and make the three hour drive in the morning or go after work this afternoon and have a nice over night visit with my mom....? We'll see.

I've had some issues lately with stress, self doubt, and fear [of...??? what, I don't know] creeping around and sneaking up behind me trying to seep in, settle into my bones and psyche and get comfy. So far, I've been able to fight them off, but each day gets harder and harder.  I really have no idea why I let it get this close. I've never had these issues before and could never understand anyone who did. But now I don't really know how to describe it. I'll be sitting here working away and everything seems fine... then all at once, I'm terrified. I'm afraid of "what if's" and "maybe I should have's"... I look into the future, think about making plans for the weeks and months to come and I can't see anything - not even myself. I can't picture where I'll be or what I'll be doing in the near or distant future. All I see is blackness. A void. So I tell myself to calm it down, think rationally... take each day as it comes and don't worry about the future. But this terrifies me too... I've always been a planner, doing everything by the book - my book, the way I see things is the way I plan them and if the plan doesn't go accordingly, that's ok too... I could always roll with anything, as long as there was a plan.. a guideline to begin with. But with nothing to start with, how am I going to get going?

One day at a time. One morning followed by one afternoon, leading into one evening and one night at a time. No plans. No guidelines.  No thinking about it. Just flick the auto pilot switch and glide through one more day and maybe tomorrow will be sharper, more alert, more awake, more alive, better. Normal.

Maybe?

Ok, so now I have a few minutes that I can spare before I leave here today to tell you about the second dream that I've had this week that was most bizzaar. It again  involved my very special friend, whom for purposes of my own I will refer to him as 'Sid'.

*Names and locations changed to protect the privacy of the innocent.
-hee hee

So yesterday, I carried a feeling of sadness with me for most of the day, and occassionally was reminded of the dream I'd had the night before. Each time the dream came to mind I was once again confused by what it might mean, and why in the world was I dreaming such a bizzaar dream? Bizzaar in that  I have only had feelings of happiness and joy where this particular person is concerned.

With that said, last night I was home alone - my Boy Wonder having gone to spend the night with an aunt, and I wasn't too pleased with spending the evening alone, but am never one to deny the Boy Wonder the simple pleasure of visiting with loved ones who love and cherish him very nearly as much as I do. With feeling a bit on the lonely side, missing my boy and having carried the wonderment and sadness of the previous nights dream, I settled in to read more of my Elizabeth Gilbert - Eat, Pray, Love and ponder further on the pros and cons of meditation....I fell asleep 4 chapters later.

I woke this morning with the same sense of sadness, and the heaviness in my heart. I remember standing beside a body of water - a lake or large pond, and although I didn't see the trunk of the tree, there were Weeping Willow branches hanging to one side of me. I am sure it was a willow tree because I kept running my hand through some of the branches, like you would run your fingers through hair.

     I pause here to tell you that this again, does not feel like a dream. In the dream it felt so very real and now it feels like a very real memory - but not one of my own.

I stand and watch a small boat is coming toward where I am standing. Before it reaches the bank, I know who it is... it's my friend 'Sid'... only in my dream, in my mind I know him as Carey. That is the name that comes to my mind when I see this boat - before I can see that anyone is in it. After this gentleman reaches the bank and steps out of the boat

The dream jumps [and the jumping around is the only thing that makes these really dreams to me rather than actual memories] to the two of us sitting side by side, close to the water and we're not speaking... just sitting. I look at his face and it's the face of my 'Sid', whom in the dream is Carey - he is sad, and if I were to follow the line from my previous dream I would say that it's because I've somehow betrayed him. But I don't know how or why... I'm confused. These dreams are not like any other dream I ever remember having. They feel so real, memory-like. But I've never known anyone in my adult life by the name of Carey and his face is that of my friend 'Sid'... I don't know. I'll just have to wait and see, I suppose.

Until next time. 

Ok, so I haven't put a whole lot of thought into what makes dreams, why in some dreams I feel like a spectator and in others I am absolutely a participant of the events as they unfold - no matter who wickedly bizzaar they may be. But for two nights in a row I've had the most insane dreams. But, I say "insane" because they are not like any dreams I've bad before.  They felt almost de ja`vu-like. Sort of like memories, that aren't mine - yet... they are.

Weird, I know. But hey - it's me, the princess..... life in general is pretty weird for me.

So, my first dream two nights ago I was out with a gentleman, who is a co-worker of mine and I would never in a gazillion years imagine being friends, or social aquaintances so to have a dream where I'm on a date with him was really crazy! But, I don't think he was supposed to be himself. I mean - I think he just represented someone. . So - his represnetation of someone else... I'm not sure who he was supposed to be - but I think he was supposed to be someone older. He looked exactly like he does in life - but his mannerisms were of a much older gentleman.. We were in a car - I could only see it from the inside, because of course we were inside of it but it was not a modern vehicle. I have no idea what time period this car came from - but it was small, yet it didn't sit close to the ground. There was a backseat area, but the seat was tiny. The steering wheel was huge - almost unreal and the gear shift came from way up under the dahsboard area on the floor.

I have no idea why the car was such a big deal to me - but it has to mean something, or I wouldn't recall the details so much... I think.

But the gentleman and the car - as prominent as they were and whatever meaning they have pale next to the other characters in this dream. While sitting in this car with this gentleman, I looked across the vehicle - out the drivers window and saw a man walking toward the car. He was walking like he was on a mission and there was someone following him. I didn't actually see the person following him, but I got the impression that it was a female person. The man came to the window and although I couldn't see his face until he was right there, I already knew who he was.

I'll pause the re-telling here for a moment to explain who this man was in my real life. He was someone that I actually know in life - someone that I met a couple years ago and had a strong connection with. It is odd, but in the beginning of our friendship - this person and I spoke daily about everything from our childhoods, growing up, high school, marriage, being parents, politics, religion, to well... just everything. He and I have completely different lives, different up-bringings, different histories, different life paths... and yet - we were very close. Once we met and connected - no matter how far apart we are or how much time lapses between seeing or speaking to him... I constantly feel him. And - don't get the wrong idea - it's not that we fell in love with one another, that's not it. It was a connection that was 'love-like' yet it wasn't new to us... it was there before we ever met. It was also something that we could not afford to hold onto or cultivate. It just was - what it was. It is very difficult to explain, but we discussed having to have known each other in a former life [or lives] if you can believe in that sort of thing. I don't really know if I believe in former lives... but I do believe in beings before birth. I think we must have known each other then... before we were sent to this world and given the vessels of our flesh and blood. I believe this because for two people to be so completely different and to have lived thousands of miles apart for our entire lives - never to have even known any of the same people at all, what so ever - to have been so close, in a way that is above any explaination - is beyond anything that I have ever or could ever imagine.

So, now with that explaination out of the way - perhaps you can understand when I say that in my dream when he came to the window of the vehicle that I was in and I recognized him instantly - before I really saw who he was. For the purpose of telling you the dream.. I'll call the man in the car with me 'Jed' and the man outside the car will be 'Sid'. There were no words spoken in the dream but we did speak to each other, 'Sid' and I. I knew that I wasn't supposed to be in the vehicle with the 'Jed'. There was no anger, only hurt in 'Sid's' eyes and I could very literally feel it.

In the next instant [you know how dreams are] I was standing outside the vehicle... still unable to tell you what type of car it was or from what era - standing next to 'Sid', were holding hands, facing one another and he was whispering something to me so softly that I couldn't hear him, yet I know what he was saying to me [and now I can't recall what it was, but it was something to the effect of loving one another... ] In the next instant he was gone and I was holding a shirt that belonged to him, and I could smell him in the fabric.

When I woke up after this dream, I had a terrible headache and a tightness in my chest... the way I feel after having cried for a long period of time. Even though, I hadn't been crying in my dream and I wasn't when I woke up, either. I was just very sad, and I carried that sadness with me all day yesterday. I have no idea what the dream meant or from what life time that memory came from ... but if I were the type of girl who believed in past lives, I would be forced to believe that in one of them - I had  somehow betrayed my dear friend.

It was really a crazy dream, because it didn't feel like a dream - it felt absolutely more like a memory, but it's not a memory of my own in this lifetime. The sadness that I felt off and on yesterday as a result of this dream is what I believe lead to the dream last night... I'll have to go into that one a little later - for now, I have work to do.

Ok... so I took August and September off to regroup after the terrible disaster this summer. All the songs have been written, they are [again] ready to be recorded. The printer for the cover has [again] been put on hold. When I think about the amount of money that was simply whooshed away on the wind... ok, not literally but it might as well have been for all the good it did me to put it and all the time and energy along with it into absolutely nothing but what amounted to 3 hours of the label exec telling me that I almost have it all.

What does that mean exactly? "You almost have it all, my dear."

I don't know for sure. What I do know is that we are going back into the studio very soon... [again].  I am still performing on the jamboree in Indiana once a month - that has become a three and a half hour [one way] journey in order to perform on a three hour show. Not too bad, really - and it's a TON of fun! I've picked up a local dance hall locally to perform twice a month - also TONS of fun! :o)  and of course no matter where I am or what I'm doing - with friends around someone almost always has a guitar [or banjo, as it turned out one completely hilarious Saturday evening recently] and I am always very happy to oblige a friendly request to sing a tune - or two [or until I just can't sing anymore!]

So, I'm still getting my vocal exercise... and I've also started giving vocal lessons to a young girl [7 years old, and truely inspiring] for a nominal hourly fee. She has talent - I always question people when they inquire about their small children taking vocal lessons. At a very early age, the best you can hope to do is teach them theory of music. Their vocal chords have not developed completely and their voices will change over time - the key is to stay with it. Don't devote two or three years to it just to quit when the pipes mature and the sound changes. Keep developing them!!

I still have my first press kit... and my second and third. I still have PR shots that I still can't believe "That's me!?" I will continue to work toward getting this album completed and released. It is taking so much time. It is very frustrating. It seems that when I stop everything else and focus entirely on this project... everything that can go wrong - does. Then again, if I don't focus everything on it... it just takes for stinkin' ever!

Keepin' on!

...'Enough', 'That's it', Stop the madness', Alright already give it a rest, I quit!'

I will find the just the right words, but this time before I start my journey across a bridge that I'm not entirely familiar with I will do more research, more soul searching. I will dig deep and make sure I know all the facts. Before I move forward across that bridge, I'm also going to make sure that everyone [and I do mean everyone] knows exactly what events have occurred along my path to bring me to this bridge. There will be no secret untold, no lie left uncovered, no stone left unturned. I will no fear repercussions from anyone. No matter who must fall as a result, I cannot say that it isn't of any fault of thier own. Each one of us are responsible for our own destiny. We control our fate with as much authority as we do the changing of our underwear....if we have a shitty day - it's our own fault.

One thing that irritates me most - is the fact that there are some people in the world who cannot seem to grasp the idea that they could ever be wrong. I have no problem admitting when I am wrong - admission to mistakes makes us stronger, we don't make them anymore once we own them... right? I believe so. So why is it that some people just can't seem to do that? In my opinion, that just makes them that-much-weaker.

So in the end, no matter what they want to make everyone else believe...I am still stronger, therefore... still superior, and that - is their greatest fear. Bwua-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!

 I cannot even begin to put words to my rage. And it is not anger, or a temper tantrum, or a little ticked off. Oh no, this is a full on, out and out, if looks could kill, razor sharp tongue, words that will bury you if you aren't strong enough to take it and believe me, I assure you, that you are not strong enough to take it, today my friend.

I cannot even begin to explain what has happened, and tomorrow I will most likely look back and ask myself "Now, Princess... what was the big deal? I mean really. You are a stonger woman than that to let these insignificant, mindless, idiotic, small-town, country bumpkins get under your skin like that!"

But here's the thing - little more than a month ago, my position within this company was one of superiorship over everyone in this office, and now they are all - every last one of them, hell-bent on making sure to put me in my place every single day. Letting me know that I am no longer in a position of authority.

Assholes.

It is definitely time to breathe for a little bit. Deep breaths.. in...out...in...out.

Ok. It's Saturday, my Friday  - the boy wonder is spending the night with a friend. What in the world will I find to get into tonight? A party - there is one at the lake.

A good book - I have one that I'm reading now.

A dvd to watch - I have a few in mind that I've been meaning to watch.

Who knows... it's early yet.

Well... let's see. I started this week off with a bang, that's for sure! Since I work Tuesday - Saturday I count Tuesdays as my beginning... on Wednesday I got a tattoo. Yes, a real one! I've often pondered the pros and cons of such an event. I could think of many cons - mostly revolving around the way others might percieve me... how I might be stereotyped or labeled. The pros were, well in all honesty the only good reason I could think of to getting a tattoo was simply - because I might have wanted to.... IF I could ever imagine something I would like to be branded with for the rest of time. THAT was the hard part. I could never imagine anything that I would love so much that I would be happy with having it permenently injected into my skin.

Of course, names were out... unless of course it was my very own name, in which case I felt that was mighty lofty of me - in how high regard must one hold themselves in order to have their very own name tattooed onto their body? I figured the answer to that was " Pretty high, indeed!"

After my boy wonder was given to me [given because he is truely a gift], I pondered the possibilities of having his name branded on me somewhere. He is afterall my child and there is no other person on the planet, in the universe for that matter, that I could possibly love, cherish or treasure more. So that settled it then... if I were to ever decide to get a tattoo it would have something to do with him - this also because simple designs, symbols or any other doodles were out because who's to say that any design or symbol I might choose would have the same meaning to me in 20 years or so?

So 5 and one half years after the birth of my boy wonder, I decided that I was brave enough to get a tattoo. The hard part was deciding what design I wanted.

So 5 years after deciding that I would get a tattoo to commemorate the birth of my one and only child - I finally decided what emblem would make the most appropriate tattoo.

So on Wednesday, I took his birth certificate to the tattoo artist, and he did his magic and I now have a slightly smaller version of my wonder boy's foot prints along with his name and the date of his glorious and miraculous arrival into this world tattooed on my leg, just above the ankle. I have to say that I really do like it... it means more to me than any other design or emblem I could have found elsewhere. They are, after all his foot prints therefore no one else anywhere else in the world could possibly have the exact same tattoo as I have.

And that is how my week started with a bang.

I found the book... I'm on chapter 17 and it is wonderful. I hated to set it aside in order to come to work this morning.

Someone has written a story about me.....

I am not a fan of David Letterman... but, I do 'get' this and I certainly appreciate it. For once, I he is right on target.

It's Saturday.. do you know what that means? No? That's ok.. I'll fill you in. For the princess - today is Friday. After 330 this afternoon I will be off for two whole days! I can't wait!

Just for fun, the boy wonder and I checked into a hotel last evening... we were able to enjoy the indoor pool, the in-room jacuzzi [sp?], the room service, gi-normous beds and 18 pillows each... and we didn't have to make our beds this morning!! I think that's the best part of all.

You might ask why in the world I'd pay good money for one night in a hotel less than 10 miles from home.... well, for all the things I just described, of course. It's sort of a mini-vacation for the two of us. We can jump on the beds, eat ice cream at midnight, he enjoyed the all night television in his bedroom while I enjoyed the jacuzzi tub in mine. It was a very nice suite...two bedrooms, and a small kitchenette. There was a regular tub in the bathroom... and a wonderful jacuzzi in my bedroom.

There is a book that I am looking for, I think it would have been perfect to have started it last night on our retreat... but I haven't been able to find it yet. It's called 'Eat, Pray, Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert. I saw her on Oprah the other night and she was so graceful and meek..but solid. I really liked listening to her speak about her book of memoirs from a year that she spent traveling from Italy to Bali on a quest to find herself. I related more than just a little bit - afterall this whole adventure that I've embarked on in which I quit my job, moved to a new town - with just my boy wonder and our wonder dog at my side... it's my own version of an attempt to 'find myself'.

Anyway - I'll keep looking for that book.

Happy Saturday!

Well, let's see...

1.) It's Friday

2.) I got an offer for a really good job [I'm seriously considering it!]

3.) We got some much needed rain this morning and now it's bright and sun-shiny outside.

Pretty good for a Friday, don't you think.

Yes, it's Friday Eve - I think this should be celebrated on a weekly basis with as much enjoyment, gayness and festivities as Christmas! Friday is my first early day worth mentioning. I go in to work at 630am and get to leave this place at 330pm... ah, bliss!

I just found out today that the company that I work for is going to have a summer picnic again this year.. well its called a 'summer picnic' but it's really not summer anymore, now is it? In any case, it's sure to be fun for all and I can't wait!!

The Boy Wonder is at football practice - of course. I am actually free to leave this hell, but I don't want to go to the football field to sit in the sweltering heat to watch them run repeatative plays for the next two hours... what to do? I could go visit the local library to see if I can find a good book to read... hmmm.  Perhaps.

Ok... so the princess woke up one day and was just too weary to face another day of politics, back-biting and B.S. in the office and decided after a long weekend at the lake that she just wanted out. So... she pushed all the right buttons in order to get out - told her boss she was quiting her job, started looking for a place to live, another job.. etc...

Well, the job market was slim to none. The number of available rentals was also a little thin... but she began the process... her boss offered her another job [of course lower on the totem pole but that was just fine with her because that meant a whole lot less stress and responsibility, right?] so she took it, moved to the small town, found a rental property in a decent area and began her life in a small town....

Today she is questioning her sanity. She has worked for this company for a very long time and knows pretty much all there is to know about it, it's function, it's goal, it's purpose. She has worked in almost every department within the company and has learned everything from the ground up. Yet, here she is working in the warehouse of an office - the warehouse, seemingly the easiest of areas to work in and for some reason, things are not falling into place as smoothly as they should. Now the princess is one tough cookie and has stood through many storms in this company, learning the ropes and new things... but this time it's different. It's almost as if the screw ups that have been going on around here... have not been accidental. It's looking like the princess is helping people obtain equipment [high dollar equipment] illegally.. and she isn't. But someone sure wants it to look that way.

Perhaps someone is afraid that she really is here to take over? And maybe she is....

Will the princess let an annonymous someone run her out without calling them out and daring them to make themselves known? Or will she just throw in the towel, because afterall... she knows when enough is absolutely enough.

We'll see, won't we boys?

Ah, I can almost let out a sigh of relief. It's 20 minutes till 9:00 - almost time to go home. Tomorrow I get to come in 3 hours earlier, and go home three hours earlier - YAY!!!

My poor thumb is throbbing! I've got a splint on it, and even though I can take it off and apply a special ice pack splint when I need to, doing that just seems to make it hurt worse. Not that I'm complaining.

My brain is numb and I can't organize my thoughts very well tonight. Perhaps tomorrow will prove to be better.

Alright! No more complaining. I looked in the newspaper for jobs this morning... and to my chagrine, there are none. Oh well. I'll wait it out, I'm pretty good like that. With my uncanny ability to hold out longer than anyone on anything for any reason... I have been known to drive men with the patience of Job insane. :o)

So here I am again - at work early enough to put my thoughts down and focus in on what needs to be done today. I can't help but smile a little today. You see - I've never really been one to hinge my moods on whether or not I am romantically involved or not. I am either involved with someone or I'm not and my current state of happiness or lack thereof are not linked with that fact. However - I seem to have been hit with a case of nostalgia this morning.

Remember what it was like with you were in high school and you found out that your crush was crushing on you too? Well, I don't exactly have a crush - per say  - but I did find out that a prominent businessman here in town just thinks that I am the cutest thing since the discovery of the lady bug. I didn't find out through the grapevine either - he told me that himself.... that's the difference in being in the 9th grade and being an adult.  In any case - it makes ya just a little giddy, or maybe that's just me.

Until later,

Ladybugs and Butterflies~

Yep, definitely feeling the quasy-monday blues today. If I weren't such a nice girl I'd spell it out as profoundly as I feel it... but my Boy Wonder issued a 'no fly' zone with the 'expressions of mom' and even put out  a swear jar to keep me honest.

So it's Tuesday - I've been off work since Sat. at 3:30pm... I love working my Friday and Saturday's cause I'm off by 3:30 and I like being up and at 'em at 6:30 in the am - I really am a better version of myself early in the day. This B.S. of coming into work at 12:00 is CRAZY! But when you walk into your boss' office one day and tell him that you're tired of the office politics and you want to quit or take a position at the bottom of the totem pole... you don't exactly get a stellar schedule.. or a pay check worth braggin' about. So, I suppose I really shouldn't complain - I did get exactly what I asked for after all.... Was I temporarily insane? Did I drink acid laced diet coke for lunch that day? I have one question for myself... "What the HELL was I thinking?" This place is completely the opposite of what I know this place should be! I've been with this company for almost 8 years. I know how it should be done.. all of it, everything, every bit of it... I was the executive assistant to the director of operations for crying out loud! I sort of know what should be done, and how things should run and above all - what the appearance of this office should be!! And all that I know - is meaningless, because none of it is the case here. I swear I must be the only employee in this office location that does not smoke... I know I am the only employee who works in this office all day that does not smoke. Now I have never been against smokers. If people want to smoke - by all mean...

However - I have to say that the smoking  ban in my former city was such a wonderful thing! I'd been taking for granted for so long the fact that I could leave work to go home and NOT smell like a big walking cigerette butt! But here - this place reaks of it! I come in every single day and have to wipe the yellow nastiness off of my desk, keyboard and monitor. It's disgusting to say the least and I literally  keep a headache from Tuesday at noon till Monday when I wake up! I'm off on Sunday and Monday, but after suffering with my allergies all week, it takes all of Sunday without the smoke to get over it and feel human again.

I'm sorry to complain and be so whiney today - but it's just been a rough one for me.

I'm thinking of looking for another job. I don't have to come in to work tomorrow until noon... maybe I'll pick up a newspaper just to see what's there.

The thing is - I have a wonderful job opportunity right here in this town, doing pretty much what I've been doing for the last 7 1/2 years for this company... I just have to wait until the 15th of this month to see if it'll come to fruition... cross your fingers for me, please!

And one more thing - I have fractured the thumb on my right hand. Now, while I can still rotate it from the base , it is fractured behind the first [or is that the only?] knuckle. It is quite painful and I'm a little embarrassed to tell how I did it... but I was trying to get the sides of my dining table to stay up... I have a butcher block table that is rectangle, but has one hinged side that comes up on two sides.. that if they are up, make the table round. There are two pieces of wood that slide through metal brackets to hold the sides up.. one got stuck in the up position and I wanted it down - to go against the wall - and I was hitting it with the base of my hand... it got unstuck, my hand kept going and with all my might - I slammed the outside of my thumb right into that metal bracket... hairline fracture - no cast. The dr. said that back in the day they would have put me in a plaster or fiberglass cast to my shoulder...

For a thumb?

Yep - for just a thumb.

Whatthehellever!

So I have a cute little metal thingy that goes up one side, over the top and down the other of my thumb and keeps me from bending that knuckle... however I have free range with the big knuckle ... and he also gave me a glove thing that goes over my whole hand but only has a finger thingy for the thumb, and it only comes up to just above the first knuckle... it ends at my wrist, but the thing is - with that thing, I can't move my thumb at all... it's completely stationary - and in my line of work, having to lug boxes and part/equipment around - I need some motion in the thumb... and this is what I told the doc. He said I'd fair better by keeping my thumb completely motionless, but he gave me the cute little splint - and said I could switch it when [ha  ha - he didn't say "If"... he said WHEN] it starts hurting. So far, so good... but it's really sore!

Ok.. I hate whiners and detest the fact that I can fall into that catagory so easily.. so I'm shutting it up now. Besides... I have to go out and check trucks - oh, yay.

Until next time ~