Big high school football game tonight for my local team. Read about some of the hype here:
http://www.ajc.com/search/content/sports/highschool/0905/30hsstate.html
Dude, if we don’t win this game, WOO…
It should be a fun one to watch, though! 
I had someone tell me a few weeks ago that intention often doesn’t matter if the end result is the same. If you hurt someone, even unintentionally, it still doesn’t make it “ok” and it’s practically the same as hurting them on purpose. (I’m talking emotional hurt, here.)
You know, I have to completely disagree with that. To me, intention is everything. We all fuck up. We all make mistakes. We all hurt people. However, if I SET OUT to hurt someone, well… that’s just mean and cruel and wrong. I don’t understand how someone can look at you and say, “I love you,” then turn around the next day and spew bile from his mouth and hatred from his eyes JUST to hurt you and expect that to be ok… or expect that an apology will make it all better.
If you intentionally set out to hurt me, I might overlook it once, twice, three times… but eventually, I’ll have enough of it. Fuck that. I don’t deserve to be talked to like a dog and treated like a sub-human. I just don’t. If that makes me icy, I guess I’m icy.
Life constantly takes turns and strings you along. I’ve had an interesting 6-week roller coaster ride. I don’t regret it for sure, and I learned a lot, but damn it was hard… and continues to be, actually.
Logan is loving soccer, and DUDE she played well last night. She was all aggressive and fighting for the ball. I was so proud. Now if we can work on getting her to run a bit faster, I think she’d have an even better time playing.
While I was visiting my two bestestest friends this past weekend, they showed me this:
Oh man. This is the coolest shit EVAR!! Check it out.
34 hours and counting…. last cigarette (again, yeah, I know) was Wednesday morning around 6:00 a.m. The nicotine withdrawal was harder the first day. Now, the “goddammitiwantacigaretteinmyhandnow” withdrawal is giving me fits. I’m doing well, though. I even went to lunch with my brother and sister-in-law and sat there while they smoked without going into major convulsive fits. I was sniffing pretty hard, though. Heh.
One day at a time and all that crap. Meh. I don’t want to quit smoking; I like smoking. Alas, it’s not always about what we want, is it?
YAY! Boozer did my CSS for me, and now I have the colors I want on here. :D
THANK YOU BOOZER! YOU DA BOMB AN’ ALL DAT!!!!
That’s how long it’s been since I had a cigarette. Before THAT one, it had been about 14 hours since my last one. Dude, quitting this shit is harder than I thought it would be. I’ve been telling myself for years that my true addiction with smoking is the habit (which I still think is true, for the most part) and that getting over the first few days of nicotine withdrawal wasn’t as hard as giving up the actual habit. Call bullshit on that! I’m fuzzy-headed, can’t think straight, and sleepy. I’m not as ill/grumpy as I thought I might be, but I sure don’t like this head feeling. BUT, I must press on. 
Logan’s first soccer game of the season was last night, and her team won. Yay!! She played offense a good bit, and she did SO well. I was very proud. I don’t think she’s ever worked so hard (physically) at anything as she did during that game last night. She was more aggressive and less scared and just played very well overall. *beam* GO LOGAN!
You make me wanna walk… like a camel. 
I would like to know what that means. Song: “Walk Like a Camel” by Southern Culture on the Skids. I love that song. It cracks me up.
Things are pretty cool with me right now, I suppose. Logan’s new soccer coach is good, and she likes him, and I ended up not having to coach after all, so it’s all cool. She had her first practice game last night, and their team won. So, YAY!
I’m excited. I might be going kayaking this weekend! I’ve never been before. Not sure. We’ll see, though.
My feet are cold, and I’m going to lunch.