From super-funnie to sickeningly sweet!

A few days back I found a blog called http://foundinpockets.blogspot.com . I thought it was an exceptionally creative idea. There were some super funnie posts with pictures of what they found. Oh, as a personal preference I spell funny with an 'ie'. It's a thing of old, created back in the day with Garbo. So, for the record, I'm not stupid or unable to spell... Wait, I can't spell. Okay, well, I know the correct spelling for funny, however I choose to spell it 'funnie'. Just like there is 'night' and 'nite' and 'okay' and 'ok'. And I don't think this will ever make it in to a dictionary, however, it's in my DICtionary. And that's all that matters. Don't judge me. I'm sure there are things going on out there that are a lot more weird than what I am dishing out.

Back to the other blog. I thought it was uber-creative. So, I decided to check what was in my pockets. Now, I'm not going to log it here, however I am writting it down. I think everyone should try it, cause it was funnie. I mean, when I checked my pockets, I immediately started laughing. And just picture this. I was wearing jeans (four pockets), a shirt (with a pocket over my stomach, like a hoodie but t-shirt material), a hoodie (with two pockets), a jacket (three pockets) and my purse (which is one HUGE pocket with three pockets inside). That was fourteen pockets of searching pleasure. Oh, it was great. The person that was sitting at the table across from me didn't think it was that clever, but they didn't know the context.

So, I guess I'm gonna pull a hokey one and be totally cliche (hmmm, is there a way I can use accents in blogspot?) and... cliché, yup, you can. The total cliché is that you should stop and smell the roses. And I don't mean to "should" on anybody. But look in your pockets and see what you can see. It will probably give you a good laugh. It did for me. I will not bite SJ and amen. Their idea should not be duplicated in a public forum. However, I will be adding that to my thought record.

Well, it is not an actual thought record. CBT uses thought records, but it's a lot different from what I am doing here. It's a journal, but not for tracking my thoughts. Initially the journal was originally intended for tracking my progress at the gym and working out. However it's now going to be a gym/what I find in my pockets/purse. Pure entertainment, just for me!

Yeah. So... Isn't anyone gonna ask me what my boyfriend got me for Valentine's Day?!?!

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What? Oh, what did my boyfriend get me for Valentine's day? A necklace. A heart necklace. It's purdy! I love it SO much. He has great taste in jewelry!!! That's why he was smiling like a pig in shit on Friday night. He knew I would love it! He's a great guy. Not for buying me the necklace. And no! I'm NOT a materialistic bitch, or happy because he bought me jewelry! It's because of the things he says and the way he acts. I'll explain.

On Friday night we (my boyfriend, parents and myself) all sat down to watch a dvd. Well, it was Prison Break, season one. We all sat down and watched a couple episodes together. And my parents are notorious for asking questions during tv shows. They can't hold it in, even though the answer to their question is being answered by the characters at the same time they are asking the question. So, I kept saying "shhh" and "just watch, I'm sure it will be answered shortly," and stuff like that.

Well, while we were having dinner last night, my boyfriend mentioned that my parents were asking a lot of questions during the show. And he started laughing really hard. I asked what was funnie and his reply was that my mother asked my father what a 'shiv' was. And my father reply was "it's used to shank people." And then my mother asked "why would you shank someone?" Well, my boyfriend then said: "Your mother was asking a ton of questions, which normally would have been annoying, but the way she asked the questions were very... interesting. I mean, they were annoying but I love your mother, she's great."

I find it nice that he said that. I have never heard anyone say that they 'love' their significant other's parents or inlaws. I mean, I'm terrified of my boyfriend's father. I think he hates me. I've been told that he doesn't, however no one can convince me otherwise. And because of this 'fear' I don't want to know him or get close. And actually because I think he sees me in a negative light, I go out of my way to see everything that is wrong with him. Well, it's nice that my boyfriend said that about my mother because in the past she's given him a hard time. He's looked past it and sees her in a positive way regardless of how he's been treated. I envy him for that ability.

Hmmm, I should look at his father this way maybe... regardless of what he does or how he acts, without him my boyfriend never would have been born or become the person that he is. Not that my boyfriend is perfect, or that we don't have our disagreements, but there are things that his father has taught him, that make him a good person to me.

Okay, all this mushy talk is making my teeth hurt. I'm being all sugary and sappy. There is a brightside to being angry. It cuts down on cavities! However, anger is like acid, which erodes the enamel. OH man! How did I get from talking about what I can find in my pockets to teeth?!?! Phhhhhttttttttttt!

I nauseate myself!!! So much so, that I think I am getting vibes to post and sign out.

10-4 everyone! 10-4!