I feel summer creepin in and im Tired of this town again

I must apologize. I certainly don't mean to update so infrequently and take so long to do it.
If I have any cops out there that read this, I have a question about guns, but I don't particularly want to post it for the whole internet community to see, and I don't want to ask the guys here in town that I know, because they'll know who I'm talking about. It's not something bag, at least I don't think it is. It's a question about legality of something.
Nothing exciting has happened since the 5th, that's why I haven't updated. Just work and life. And considering my work doesn't really produce anything exciting, it's not worth blogging about. I guess I could come on every day and say I went to work, it was an OK day, we made money. Not that I really have too many people reading (according to Blogger, I have one follower, and I know who she is), so I don't need to scare anyone away. I'd love to get more people to read, but I'd rather have them reading on their own free will, and I will not pump my blog full of random words just to get someone to notice me. But, I wonder if I posted a racy picture of me, would I get more hits??? Hmmm. That's ok, I don't need those.
But, I have been linked to from a cop blog. That's pretty huge if you ask me, especially since I'm under his links for VIP's. I mean, how cool does that make me sound? A lot cooler than I actually am, but oh well. I do have a link for him on the side bar, but I'm gonna pimp a link here as well. He's works at a juvenile hall, so if that interests you go here to read him.

It's summer (more or less), at least by the temperatures we've had lately, one would think so, when I walked to work today, one of the many temp signs I passed said 87 degrees. I may live in Iowa, but that's still a little warm to be considered spring temperature. And, of course, I'm dying to have a motorcycle ride. I hate that I haven't been on the back of a bike in over a year. And, since I work Thursday nights, I can't go to Porky's or Trophies in Des Moines, so I can't meet up with a certain guy that I know would take me on a little ride.
With it being warm, I'm supposed to be going on my walks, but I find it really hard to motivate myself to do that. One reason being my MP3 player's battery doesn't last over 3o minutes, I have been given my brothers' with all his music, but I know quite a few country songs that are great to walk to, that I can't listen to. Also, the last time I attempted my walk, I was too overzealous. I pushed myself way too much and barely made it through a quarter of it before I had to turn around and go home. Plus, as I learned today, with me not drinking pop, drinking water instead (which I don't drink near the amount as I did in pop), I'm not near as hydrated as I should be, and that leads to annoyances with the amount of exertion I put on myself and problems with dealing with the heat and sun.

All right, I've bored you enough for one night. But, I will try to update more often (though I wouldn't hold your breath on that if I were you).

The way you make me feel.

UGH! I'm so bad at keeping this regularly updated, and for that I apologize.
In the meantime, I have been dealing with an ear infection that finally cleared up yesterday. I never had ear infections as a kid, so I really hated dealing with this. There was a basketball game that I was working, and I guess I had the radio up really loud (on the case of being partially deaf in one ear), and one of the officers made a comment about it. Thankfully, it finally cleared yesterday and I can hear again.
It's been pretty nice out lately, Sun and Mon we got into the 70's and this week promises to be all in the 50s. I'm pretty happy about that, though I'm having a hard time getting my butt in gear to get out of the house and go on my walks. Sunday, I walked down to Target and back (I mapped it online afterward and found I walked about 3 miles), I spent way too much money on Hotwheels cars. Why do they have to have all those cool '60s models out? So, yesterday I told myself I was going to go on my 4 mile walk, left at 4:30, so if it took me 2 hrs I'd be back before 7. That didn't quite work out as planned. For some reason my left ankle started hurting and made me cut the walk short. I haven't mapped it out yet, so I don't know how much I walked. I'm also finding it annoying to have to go without music.
My Mp3 player's battery will not last over 30 minutes lately. It's pretty annoying, and seeing as it's an internal battery, I'd have to buy a whole new replacement and send it in to be replaced. I feel kinda annoyed since it's only a little over 2 years old (I got it for my graduation from college in Dec of 2006) and I know it cost my brother a pretty penny.
I do have a little portable radio, but the antenna must suck, cause I seem to walk 2 feet and can't get the same station in.
I have found out that walking to and from work every night I do walk a mile. That's nice to know, but seeing as how I've plumped up lately, I need to do a little more and actually work out.
In other news, after getting my new toy, Kevin and I went back to his parents home and then went shooting where I shot up this guy. Kevin says it was from 20 yards away. I'm not sure if that's really good, considering I have a scope on my rifle, but I'm pretty happy about it.
Sorry, about the quality of this picture, I did something to my camera and now it won't zoom as close as it did before. I'll have to ask Ross to look at it next time he's in town. Anyways, if you can see, I hit the van 4 times. Once through the top, next to the circle window, once close to the front windows, once at the back wheels there, and once that you can't really see, but I kinda nicked it at the bottom of the undercarriage.
In this picture: you can (hopefully) see I hit the whole packaging 6 times. The 4 on the van, and then once on top of the van, and once through the cardboard picture near the front of the van.

I was remarking how much fun I was having shooting things that day. It was Kevin, his brother, his dad and me. We had his brother's plywood target stand, with my van, another hotwheels car, some paper targets, shotgun shells sitting on top of it, pop bottles on the ground, shotgun shells on the ground, and some wood sticking out of the ground. We spent about 3 hours (maybe?) shooting. I was having so much fun. Plus, Kevin says the rounds for my .22 are pretty cheap. I really can't wait to go shooting again. Kevin and I are considering buying a membership at Ike's here in town. He's got a fun little arsenal to play with, and I am loving my rifle.

Also, I did find some new boots, I went to Kmart, Walmart, Target, JCPenney's, Younkers, Journeys, Hot Topic, Payless, Thiesen's, everywhere that sold boots are our mall, all the places downtown (there's a couple), a few places in Cedar Rapids (Famous Footwear, Macy's I think, Sears), some places in Des Moines (DSW, Scheels, G&L Clothing, Sportsman's Warehouse {OK, that's in Ankeny}, Dillards), I even went to Zappos.com and didn't find what I was looking for, and finally found a couple pairs at the Payless in Des Moines, at a pretty fair price, I bought 2 pairs, so if one wears out, I still have another one. They're working out pretty well.

I'm surprised at the lack of hiking boots/nice looking boots people had. I've made the conclusion women aren't supposed to hike at all. I found minimal pairs of hiking boots at best, and the ones I found were just that, hiking boots. That's what I loved about my Harley boots, they looked nice so you could wear them to work (I have) and then go hiking at the Ledges after work in them. It's kinda annoying to have to switch shoes to do things, but I guess I'll have to in the future.

That's my news, I'll try to do better at updating, but I can't promise anything.

2 and 2 is 4, 6 and 2 is eight

Time to celebrate. I shaved 4 minutes off my 4 mile walk, and someone said something about my ass. I'm pretty sure it was a comment by the way they were yelling it. Normally, I would buy something for myself, but not now. Can't do that until I get about $800 or so more in the bank.
I'm wondering if relocating will get me out of my rut. I'd love to be a cowgirl, that would be fun. I'd love to do anything where I'd get to ride a horse, I haven't been on one since 6th grade (that's like 12 years ago, ick I feel old), but I'm pretty sure it's not that hard to remember. I'd also love to do construction, that would be fun too. I'm thinking about seeing if I can help build the Habitat for Humanity house that's going up in my neighborhood. That way I could get experience without having to have a background in construction to get my experience, cause I'm pretty sure any construction business would look at me and laugh if I asked to be a part of it.
I had a dream the other night, that's been sticking with me. I start out in my aunt's house (not really, but that's how it was in the dream) and it's raining (cause it was pouring outside) and all the windows are leaking and everything is soaking so mom sends me up to the 3rd floor to find the problem and a tornado sucked me up and threw me down somewhere near another house, to which the old lady let me in and I ushered her and her dogs to the basement, and then she writes a will leaving the house to me if she died, and of course she did, so then I'm in this house with a cousin I haven't seen in ages. It's weird I haven't even thought about him in god knows when, but now it's like he's lurking in the back of my mind.
Another one that's been lingering is I'm working at some food place and I get in trouble with another employee and so we're sent to walk up and down stairs. When I get sick of that and quit, I'm traveling through Paris (I don't think it was, but for some reason it felt like it?) and I can change things with the flick of my hand, then I'm walking with a friend and we go into a house and find an old guy to which I procede to have sex with, and then my friend's father comes in and I tell him to get his wife and we'll have a 3-some (don't ask me) and he runs off scared and then I wake up.
The one I had last night, I was in a school and some horrible car accident happens outside, so I go to check it out and ends up in some house where there's some big fight happening outside and Kevin and someone else comes along and we all fight to get out alive.
I tell ya, I only remember the weird ones.

can't you see what the world has done

I was doing my stats this morning, and some of the shit people look up, and then come to my site for is just wrong. I've had quite a few searches for:

Reba's boob job - Ya know from the ACM's last week,

Thank god for turnip greens - which isn't even the real line, the full line is "Thank god for good directions and turnip greens, now I'll get all the searches for that

Cops - from various cities and various officers, I don't see the need to list them all

Derrick Pendergrass - there've been quite a few for him lately, so he gets a separate line ;) (sorry Officer Pilutik)

dirty old men - or some form of that, those searches have been down lately, most likely cause I'm not up in the top results, now I've changed that.

Jason Aldean - different renditions of him, mostly his cowboy hat, though I did have one for his tattoo last week, hell I didn't even know he HAD a tattoo



The strange ones I've had recently:

cops cameraman - like I really know anything about that, like I even give a damn, try the cops website

how to Blow Myself - and thank you so much for coming to my site to find out, jackass

sunglasses worn by Carrie Underwood in before he cheats video - why the hell would you care about that, if you're gonna be looking about stuff in music videos, how about the car in Red Dirt Road by Brooks N Dunn, or the car in Wherever You Are by Jack Ingram, focus on the important stuff people (by the way, if anyone knows what those cars are, I'd be interested in the answer)

bleeding beneath the toe - I don't think I'm the person you should be taking medical advice from, one of my readers maybe, but certainly not me. I'm guessing the medical community would frown upon my response to any kind of accidents: if it hurts, ignore it; if it's bleeding, apply pressure, elevate, and ignore it.

And of course quite a few for song lyrics, also don't feel like listing them all. As much as I love getting visitors, I know most of these people, if not all will not return to read me again.



When I was checking out my stats I was listening to the top 40 countdown (?), mostly because it was the only station without church crap, or nascar crap on, also cause there was a good song on it when I was passing by. Anyways I used to listen to this when I was younger and Casey Casem (sp?) was doing it, now its Ryan Seacrest, who's stupid thought was it to pass it on to him. It's so wrong. Another good thing ruined due to someone's idiotic idea.


Thank you blogger for your autosave, its so nice on days like this when my IE is being an ass, this way I don't lose anything.

I get to go on my walk today, I'm very happy about that. When I first started working I was going to go on it once I got off, but my feet are so tired from standing for 5 -6 hours, all I wanna do is come home and sit. Hopefully, I'll either be standing less, or my feet will get used to standing and I can do my walks more often than the 2 days I have off. Cross your fingers.

Cupid works for the devil

So, I was mowing my lawn today, and when I got out there, there's 2 people standing there talking. One on the sidewalk and one in the middle of my lawn, then they got pissed at me because I was mowing my lawn. Someone's gotta explain the logic in that to me, cause I don't understand
I think I have a lack of sleep hangover, if that makes any sense. Sunday night, my friend Kevin came over about 10, we watched a movie and continued to talk until 5:30 AM. So yesterday, after he left I went to bed, got about 4 hours of sleep. And then was going to go to bed at 10, until Kevin called me and we talked about an hour. And today, my body is just tired. Course pair that with the fact that I haven't had anything substantial to eat since about 7pm on Sunday. And of course George has been visiting since Friday.
After I mowed the lawn, I was eating ice cream. I forgot how good ice cream tastes. I haven't had any in awhile due to the fact my freezer won't work. But I'm getting a new fridge today, so maybe that can change. And maybe the stuff in my fridge will be cold. Not that it was really warm, just not so cold. I was talking with Karli yesterday, and she was commenting on the fact I seem to be getting a lot of stuff lately. It's not my fault everything seems to be at the end of its life. Course we've lived here about 21 years, so I guess that's a good life for a lot of things. Unless you're a person.
Speaking of new stuff, I finally made the appointment to get my countertop in for my bathroom sink. The sink/vanity has a 3 to 4 inch gap on the north side between the sink and the wall. Now we all knew that was gonna be there (I was informed after the sink was put in), but the counter/sink is supposed to go over to the wall, there's supposed to be a spacer stick put in to match the cabinet and there's supposed to be side splashes to match the countertop on the walls, so it kinda looks built in. Yes, I will post a pic, when it's done. I'll stick 2 up so you can see the difference. Hopefully that's supposed to be done Thurs before I go to work. Cross your fingers and hold your breath.
So I broke my granite table yesterday. I was upset (no idea why) and I wanted to beat something, but not fuck up my hand (since, I seem to be real good at that), so I took one of my many empty alcohol bottles and was trying to break it (cause that would show I was really pissed). Glass bounces off of wood, and granite, who knew? I didn't do too much damage, I just have to rotate the top, so you can't see the gouge in the side. I figured the table would break teh bottle not the other way around, oh well.
And of course on my walk (before my fun with the bottle), I got some new blisters, which also don't make sense in the world of logic. My toes were rubbing together, who gets blisters from their toes rubbing together (other than me, cause I'm just talented, or fucked up, pick one). By the time I got to city hall, one of them was bleeding, city hall is about 3 blocks from home. And it took me 15 minutes to get home. Now that's fucked up.

Thank God for turnip greens

Nice to know no one missed me. Course it's only been a week, maybe I shoulda waited longer. There's nothing exciting going on here. Had the electricians come on Fri to do the central air work. I've heard the air conditioning guy is coming back today, but he never talked to me, and no one reminded me last night (which they usually do when someone's coming up, just in case).
Saturday, Karli and I went to the Hog Roast at the local Harley store. I should have taken my camera, I know. With the combination of good looking bikers and bikes, oh well. It was fun, but very painful, as I haven't been out on a ride yet this season. Course the weather makes it feel further into the season than it is (Season starts April 1st, so we're only 1 month into it). Then we went to Panera's for snack (kinda funny since we just ate at the Hog Roast) and a drink, those I.C. things, very good. I ordered one that I thought wouldn't taste like coffee, it still did, but it was kinda like a mudslide, the more I drank it, the less it tasted like coffee, plus the coldness kinda throws it off. And on the way back home a big group (OK not really big, only about 10 bikes) rode past us. It's so painful to hear those pipes and see the bikes and not be on the back of one.
So, then I went on a walk when I got home. Unfortunately all my shoes/sandals give me blisters. So, I took my sandals off about a half-block from my house (bad idea), got about 6 blocks from home and could barely walk. Of course I had to work Extreme Fighting that night. Which, I don't get why people want to watch that, just people beating the crap out of each other, I don't get it. Course I wasn't inside, so maybe that's part of it, I'm thinking not from what I heard from ushers. So, standing on my blistered feet for 6 hours made them not hurt anymore, I'm still trying to figure that out. It was a very poor turn out, we had about 1100 people in the house, with 90 presold tickets. There were so few people, that almost all the ushers were dismissed early, and there was only 1 person at each door. They cleared out the balcony and told people they could sit on the floor if they wanted too. Got home about 12:30 from that and went to bed.
Sunday, I got to mow the lawn. Then me and pig sat out and enjoyed the sun. But, I decided it was too hot for her (it was in the 80's and I can just imagine how hot that's gotta be in a fur coat), so we went back in, not long after we came out. Because it was so warm (it was 86 in my apartment), I spent the rest of the afternoon, sitting on the floor watching TV. It was just too damn hot to do anything. Today promises to be in the upper 80s again.
Figured out that I have known my favorite hott cop for 10 years today. Decided not to email him about it, cause it might be a little stalkerish. Like I need that. Wow, I feel old.

Wow! That much?

So, I was all impressed with myself the other day because I finished my walk in a little over an hour. I tell everyone it's a 2 mile walk, but I never really knew how long it was. Well I googled 'plot a route' today, found this website where you can plot a run, and found out it's 4.53 miles. It never felt like THAT much walking. I'm gonna have to bookmark this site, so next time I wanna know how far I walked, I'll know. I figured google would have something easy like that on their maps site, but I couldn't find anything for an already figured out route.
I think I'm in shock or something, cause I just never figured it was that much.

I won't tell no one your name

Since its been warm lately I've been going out on walks again. Well today I went barefoot, apparently I should have started on shorter walks before doint the whole thing barefoot because I now have blisters on the bottom of my feet, including a blood blister on one of them. Oh well, I can handle sneakers until they heal. I also apparently didn't pick my foot up when I was walking and skinned my big toe, that's very painful, its that nice raw skin meets the air pain. Sigh.
Course I'm also showing matching slices on my ankle bone from shaving yesterday. It wasn't even a new shaver blade. I tell ya, something is against me lately.
So, I was watching TV tonight and I had my windows open, I heard some people talking outside, so I wandered over, just to look. There's 2 women standing there talking, one of them has a dog, which is proceeding to dig in our flower garden and eat things. Then they got mad at me for asking them to stop the dog. WHAT THE FUCK?!? Course they decided to move along too, so if the dog was gonna do it again, it wasn't gonna be in my yard.

Ice shouldn't burn

Some times I don't even know why I bother. A little while ago I complained because one of the blogs I read dropped me off their links list, well now a comment I left seems to have mysteriously disappeared.
I have a big heart and I don't have a boyfriend, so I care more about my friends (nothing that goes over the line, but I do care if they have shit in their life that upsets them). I'm so sick of people using that against me. First it was the soldier that needed someone to talk to in Kuwait, who decided to ignore me once he got back. Then it's the biker that says he needs a friendly chick to help out his girlfriend, but once I give him advice and I'm guessing he didn't like it, he stopped communication, and the thing with the guy I'm hanging out with lately (ok, I haven't really figured that out yet), and of course online 'friends'. I put that in quotes because we all know people online may or may not be what they say they are. That's the beauty of online. In all the people I've chatted with online (and my blog) I've been truthful. OK, there has been the occasional time when I was pissed that people in chat rooms would IM me about sex, but those are few and far between (mostly because I've stopped going in chat rooms).
I've gotten used to so much shit (people dropping off talking to me, people not keeping their promises), maybe I shouldn't care anymore. I'm just sick of people being asses.

I've been really depressed lately, I think it's because I have nothing to do all day, my parents keep harping on my about my lack of a job, and I don't have anyone to hang out with (all my friends are either not here, or in classes. I'm not complaining about that, classes should come first). Plus it's been cold. When it's warm I go out for a walk, and that brightens me up. So, when I'm stuck at home all day....and the lack of money for food doesn't help. I got paid $14.60 the other day for 2 hours of work a couple weeks ago, that didn't even cover my electric bill. It sucks. My parents think I don't care and that I'm just having fun all day, but I get reminded every time I have to write a check or buy something that I don't have money or a job. Like I need them to rub it in a little more. If I had the money I would be so far away from them. I know I say that all the time, but I really mean it. I'm so sick of them in my life.
I was laughing at myself the other day. I got $10 in the mail and I was excited, that's when you know you're poor. I had to give the gov $56 for my taxes (my dad always said I shouldn't put exact money stuff up here, but I really don't see how it can be against me and I don't give a damn), and I couldn't afford that, my dad paid it. It's nice how I can weasel shit out of him, mom is nice every once in awhile, but I never hold my breath on it.
Speaking of mom and money, she was complaining the other day on the look of my jeans. These are my favorite jeans, well I wore them when I was painting the trim for the bathroom and they have paint splotches on them. Personally I like them, they give them more character. She was complaining that I didn't have any nice jeans. I actually do, I just never wear them, cause I don't have a need for nice jeans. That's the beauty of jeans you can wear them, shit happens to them and they get character. I wear the hell out of my jeans before I get new ones (half of that because they cost too damn much).
I've been on the no money for food diet. I could never be on a real diet, I hate not being able to eat what I want when I want to. I don't know how people do it. Of course, I've been blessed with a great metabolism. Seems like all I eat is junk food, and I'm at my heaviest weight right now (130 pounds). Course when it's warm I go on walks, I know that helps, considering they're about 2 miles long.
And, I'm rambling, sorry people

Save me from this nothing I've become

I'm so in the dumps lately. I think it has something to do with me not taking my walks since Thurs. I know walking's good for you, but it also lifts my spirits, I know it has something to do with endorphins which make you happy. I don't know, look it up.
Anyways, I didn't take my walk on Thurs or Fri because the electrician was supposed to come at 2, and then I just waited until about 5, hoping he'd still show up. I didn't go out for one yesterday because it rained practically all day. Today, I'm thinking about wandering over to Karli's cause I wanna drop off her b-day present (her b-day was March 7th, I haven't seen her since March 2nd, and she said she didn't want it early).

So, last night I had a great dream, featuring Dream Guy (no nothing sexual, you people have dirty minds). We chatted, something I wish I could do with him all the time. I wish he were a friend, sigh. So, a For Rent sign popped up in front of his duplex this past week, but I think it's for the people on the 2nd floor (or at least that's what I'm telling myself, so I don't freak out). Course I won't really know until Aug 1st (when the leases flip over here).

No post for cops last night. It was an hour of repeats and I went to the student-run fashion show, and I didn't feel like taping an hour of reruns. Also, I've decided to cut back on my statuette awarding. I'm only giving them to people on new eps (sorry Officer Pilutik). I'll still comment on the old eps if I'm watching, but I won't be awarding the statuettes to officers on the old eps.

I hope the ring you gave to her turns her finger green

Another fun day in myland. I was fine until I decided to go out for a walk. Now it's only about 35 degrees out, so I took my leather jacket without the liner. So as I was walking (I probably walked about half a mile and that took me 45 minutes, that's like waaaayy slower than I usually walk, and by the end of the walk I was sweating quite a bit by the end of my walk, and I developed this nice pounding headache, which is still sticking around, plus the fact that my nose was nice and runny, I had a little trouble breathing and a nice cough, all of which have run away since I came inside. Oh, yes and now my legs are freezing. Oh, it's so fun to be me. I really hate my body lately.
But I had to get out my apt, after spending about and hour with my mom here yesterday, and of course she complains about the mess. My mini-blinds decided to break on me when I was pulling them up, the part that holds it into the bracket things on the top, so I couldn't really fix it. And of course all the other mini-blinds in my apt aren't the same size as the others. I did take one from my kitchen, but if I slide it all to one side, it doesn't stay in the other side, so I gotta be a little careful raising and lowering it. So I called my parents to tell them, and mom brings up some curtains, and complains and she measures, and complains. Then she comes back up later and hangs them up, and complains. So I really wanted to get out of the house last night, but didn't. So I stayed up until 2 AM and then had a nice dream

Stupid teeth

OK, the whole reason I started this was so I could complain about my teeth, which have been bothering me since Sat. A blog is all about one's view on things or just to complain/vent. Well, my other blog, I'm 100% sure my parents read, and it's not that I hide stuff from them (OK, I do), but they get overly worried about me and certain stuff, and while I know it's nice to have someone worried about me, sometimes it just feels smothering.
So, now that I'm done explaining, back to my teeth. Sat and Sun way back in the back of my mouth by my molars, the gums were swollen and painful on the left side, so I thought maybe my wisdom teeth were coming in (as they hadn't already, and I knew I only had top ones coming in), but I didn't really wanna bother with a dentist (cause I really don't like dentists or doctors) unless stuff got really annoying, well, Monday, they were still kinda painful. So, Tuesday, when I woke up, it almost felt like my tongue was swollen and I was having a hard time swallowing (which made me think, either it was really bad or something else), so I called the dentist Tues afternoon and made an appt on Thurs, to see if it was wisdom teeth and then get a referral to an oral surgeon, if so. Well, Tues night, I'm poking at the gums, cause it really felt like there was something lodged in there (and pretty well, considering I do brush everyday with one of those electric toothbrushes), so I guess it finally got lodged out, and then it started bleeding, which I decided wasn't too good, as I don't bleed in the mouth usually and if so, it's a tiny bit, well, I was getting a nice mouthful of blood, that lasted maybe about 10 min or so, not that long, but seemed like a long time. And then it stopped, Wed when I woke up, my tongue and throat felt the same, and when I brushed my teeth I bumped my gums again, and they started bleeding again, but very little. And then today, I cancelled my appt, cause it was a little close to the time I had to be at work (didn't have enough time in-between) and everything feels fine today. Wierd, huh?

Also, to mention health stuff, now it really sounds like I'm just complaining about health, but if you know me, I don't usually complain unless it's really wierd. So, I go on about 2 mi walks as often as I can, and if it's not obnoxiously hot. So, yesterday finally talked myself off my ass to go on my walk. I was walking my normal pace and had to cut my walk short, cause I was having the hardest time catching my breath, also focusing my eyes. It kinda felt like I was trying really hard to keep myself standing up, that if I stopped, I'd stumble and fall. Now, that's never happened to me. But after sitting awhile and enjoying the breeze, I was ok. Very wierd.