Ok what I am trying to thin of is the product name of something.

It is a thingymajig that you can slot into a port (?) on your laptop to get internet access.

Now, I am NOT talking about a wireless card or wireless USB adapter thing.

I am talking about that thing that is like a portable router (?) that you pay monthly charges for just like the router at your house.

Any idea anyone?

Why do I have the title that I have?

Lets take a stroll back in time to my first ever post where I explain it.

What Do I Care If You Like It.

You will also see from that post that the first ever comment left for me was by the resident mafia boss.

Well ... he does use the line "Tell him I sent you"

Try to imagine him in the mafia.

lol.

Ok, I have been trying to think of a way that I can support Paddy (and anyone else who is doing it with him ... not doing Paddy ... follow my train here) while he is doing his Blogathon for Amy.

I can either add an item of clothing for each post he does on that day or take an item off for each post.

Now I actually think the add an item will be more challenging. He's doing a minimum of 48 posts in 24 hours right? Do you know how friggin hot and uncomfortable a minimum of 48 items of clothing will be?

So. It's up to you Blogville. How shall I support him?

I will post pictoral proof.

Gaffer tape across my mouth does NOT count as clothing.

BBB

Blog Big Brother

Hmmmmmmmm.

If it were true I am sure I would be a cross between Charley and the tourettes boy Pete.

Love it or hate it but face it that it is popular even if just for the mindnumbing factor.

Soooooooo. If we were to have a BBB I wonder who would have an affair first, who would start telling lies first, who would throw a tantrum first and who would get caught breaking the rules first.

You may have noticed that more and more lately I have gotten aggitated quickly. I have even less patience than normal. In fact at times I have been an outright bitch.

I am not going to make excuses because I am who I am. There has been a nagging uncertainty in my life that I have not shared on here. There is a young man who has caused me pain with his indecision. I have not shared this as this is one person who I don't bring into Blogville often.

Yet with all this said I suddenly became the happiest girl in the world last night. Ughhh ... what a cliche.

I was so happy I went for a two mile run and smiled the whole damn way.

Why was I so bouncy happy last night?

Well. It's like this.

On the 23rd of July I shall be taking an unusual Monday morning detour. I will not be going to a bar. I shall not be going to a massage parlor. In fact I shall be steering clear of all known dens of iniquity.

I shall instead be collecting someone from the airport who is going to invade my tranquil life for 5 whole days. This person is someone who I don't mention often here in Blogville for the fear of tears welling up in my otherwise frozen solid eyes.

He has the ability to reduce me to a snivelling wreck with one phone call. Or one forgotten phone call.

He makes me laugh harder than I ever have in my life.

He allows me to see things in a different light.

He makes me so angry and yet I love him fiercely.

Yes folks.

It's him.

My son. CJ.

5 whole days being made to feel like I am old and know nothing.

Fucking fantastic.