It is late at night, late enough to be early. I sit alone in my easy chair, stormed by stillness, deafened by quiet and flooded with emptiness. The inexorable march of time is measured by a clock ticking off seconds and the beat of my run-down heart.

It occured to me,

There are many people on BC that I call friend. Many I chat with, some I talk with, and more that I correspond with. Among those some are Brilliant writers and some are well... let's say they try hard.

BUT, I realized that I haven't read stories by many of them, and RARELY looked at their old stories.

SO, I ASKED SOME if they had read any of my stories (Frankly I'm very slow in finishing things) and most of them hadnn't

Well, I am in "wait" mode, waiting for wednesday, when I will hopefully hear back from my counsilor's and maybe, just maybe, be able to fast track my transition. I need a back-up plan in case this doesnt work, so I dont get devestated and just give up hope. Still noodling that idea. meanwhile, I am slowly but surely starting to work on my next piece, but it might take a while. Ah, well.

What if some time in the future they can tell if a fetus is TG (or gay or whatever). The parents have the option to "fix" him so his brain develops in such a way that it matches the body he's born in -- essentially someone with a male body would have a brain happy to be in such a body, and vice versa.

Nursing? Nah. Or maybe? Is someone trying to get my attention?

So, this week end, I got a call from my Brother and he needed my help. Well, actually he did not need my help, he wanted me to change the window motors and the Alternator on his Ford Pick Up. He was not intending to help. He gets to angry and frustrated with these things. Well, I wanted to say I couldn't do it because I'm a girl, but to be fair, he has the mechanical aptitude of a Frog.

I have noticed that the stories being written in The Home That Love Built universe are receiving considerably fewer hits and comments than I feel they deserve. Are they not exciting enough? Are they TOO full of emotion? Do they perhaps, strike too close to home for most of you? Am I expecting too much?

I have been a regular follower of a blog call The Sleep Talking Man. He is, by day, a mild-mannered gentleman. He is soft spoken and doesn't swear or use foul language....until.....

When he sleeps at night, he'll start talking. Oh y'all are in for a great surprise! The night of April 28, he said something that I think everyone will enjoy.

http://sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/

Check out the entry dated april 29.

Hope ya'll have fun with it.

I am facing the possibility of being homeless soon. My family is wanting to throw me out because my Unemployment has run out and I have yet to be able to find a job. Adding to that, I am being given a hard time for daring to have any friends and if they dare send me anything in the mail, my whole family acts like someone would have to be crazy to be friends with me. I am almost at the end of my rope with the whole situation.

I just had to get out of my house today. I was bored so I grabbed my palm top and headed out. The Mount Allison kids are leaving the final exams are done. There these piles of junk out at the end of driveways and by dumpsters as the kids waste so much by just throwing it away. It makes me sort of sad to see the waste, this stuff so easily be donated. Sigh the university is a rich one, and so are many of the students.
I checked out a few things at the local used bookstore, bought a loaf of Patagonian corn bread from the Indie bakery...It smelled too good and it just came out of their hearth.

Another trip to the Buffalo VA hospital yesterday wore me out. However... I finally have a surgery date. May 17th. What I am suffering from, initially diagnosed as a hernia has now been re-diagnosed as an internal cyst. Basically it's a swelling in my groin area. There is very little pain involved, but it scared the hell out of me when it first appeared, as I covered in my first couple of blogs about this.

Happy Birfday to me,

Squashed tomatoes and Brie,

Bread and butter in the gutter,

Happy birfday to me.

Ten ton truck arrives with a cake weighed down by the number of candles, and me only 21 (again!)

Hugs
Sue

Well, I have some good news. First, I weighed myself today, and I am down to 280 lbs from a high of 310. So thats a start. Also, I got a chance to talk to my counsilor, and she is looking into getting me help to go back to school. If I can, I will be able to get into the fast track in terms of transtioning. Keep a good thought for me, ok?

Hello everyone, today's been a decent day compared to my horrible drama-wh... likeness of yesterday. It's my day off and after sleeping in then a cup of tea I had to do my weekly ritual of heavy housework. I wanted to cook something today but being out of yet another failed relationship there are times I just don't feel like eating alone.
As I get older the more I dislike the lonely thing.
But it was raining and a little chill out so after coming back from the laundromat I put some soup into the slow cooker. I made my strange version of minestrone.

Recipe as follows:
1 onion diced.

If you're wondering if Tina will be back (in Something Feels Strange) to catch the bad guys, the answer is yes. I'm getting close to being able to continue the story. Thank you for your patience.

I did notice that CNN.com is running a story today about the very facility where Tina works. If you want to see what it looks like, go to

http://www.cnn.com/2010/TECH/science/04/28/laser.fusion.nif/...

Look for more SFS in about a month!

- Tiff