A small ridiculous victory.

"Joel, I am not trying to be a jerk, but I don't add people on facebook unless they really are truly my friend. I'm not sure you remember who I am, but you were extremely rude to me and my friends in high school."

"hahahahahahahaha oh wow... My bad, hopefully one day you'll realize it was JUST high school!"

"Oh believe me I do, but I haven't seen you since then . . . and its not so much for me, I could care less what you said to ME in highschool.. but you picked on people who couldn't defend themselves, people who were shy and awkward. People who didn't have the confidence to tell you to shut up. I gladly did it for them, more than once. Call me crazy, but High school was hard for a lot of people, and you made it 1000 times worse for the least fortunate. Me? I really don't care. I've never been angry at you for anything you've said to me. Its how you treated all the other people you didn't think mattered that formed my opinion of you. Maybe some day that opinion will change. Maybe you're a different person now. But most likely you still don't care. I'm writing this fully expecting you to laugh at it. I forgave you a long time ago, and forgot you because you're right, it was just high school. I haven't seen you since, and i'm not sure why you are still trying to add me."

The moral of this story is... If you try to add me on facebook to bolster your friend count, and you aren't my friend, and I've denied you 3 times... There is probably a reason, and I'm probably going to have to explain myself so that you stop trying. I am not trying to be hard with the keyboard. Facebook is where I keep in touch with my FRIENDS. Not a place for bullies who try to look awesome by having 10,000 'friends'. That is Myspace.

Call me a creeper...

But I really like this one song. It's called "The Garden" by Mirah. I understand if no one else does. I won't be offended. It's kind of crazy and reminds me of a circus. It also reminds me of one of those greek circle dances Uncle Jesse used to do with all his greek relatives on Full House. Like I should dance around and break plates while I listen to it. But then there's that little bell and its back to the circus again. I heart it. I have no problem being the only circus freak that likes it. Opa!

Mouthwash.

So... I'm just brushing my teeth you know? Just minding my own business. And we all know how I love mouthwash. So I go about my routine, and I almost swallowed my mouthwash again. Not familiar with the history? See it here. Anyways. AGAIN! I almost swallow my mouthwash.. so I hastily try to spit it out, and it came out my nose. That is correct. Mouthwash out the nostrils. Actuallt just my left nostril. It didn't really hurt, but I hope it didn't make it to my brain. I don't think my brain needs to be cleaned. But hey, I'm breathing free and clear.

Oh Mommy.

So... We found out on Sept 23rd that Mama Booth has cancer. I may have alluded to it in the past, but here I am just coming right out and saying it. I hate it. I hate cancer. It's not so much that I'm feeling "oh poor me!" but more like what the deuce does cancer think its doing, trying to take down my Mom.

She is a rock. She's the one being bombarded, and she's not even scared. She's handling it like a champ. I'm the one who isn't handling it well, but I'm doing my best. I'm not angry with deity or anything like that. I'm angry at cancer. If cancer were a guy, I would unapologetically knee him in the crotch. If cancer were riding a bike, I would poke a stick through the tire spokes and laugh as it hit the ground. Even if cancer were a puppy, I would punch it the face. Its okay to hate a disease right? I'm pretty sure its okay.

I don't know how many of you know my mom, but she is a saint. She's selfless. She's hilarious and I hate that I'm not going to be in K-town to take care of her when she's sick. That is my biggest problem with the whole situation. She has angelically raised 5 little girls for the last 25 years and been there whenever any of us needed her. Now we're all scattered all over the place and it's not fair. She deserves to be pampered. I know I'll never be able to pay back my parents for all they have given me in life. I would do anything they asked me to do, but I'm not even going to be able to do anything for my mom while she's sick.

Every time I think about it I get that blasted little pinching feeling in my nose right before I start crying. And then I usually start crying. I'm such a freaking baby. Its not fair. And I'm not saying its not fair to me. Its just not fair to my mom. She has always gone out of her way to make other people feel comfortable, to cheer them up when they are sad and nurse them back to health when they are sick. I just wish she could still have a houseful of daughters to wait on her.