The last post if it does anything, should put that thought to bed nicely at long last, even if it gets me pelted with tomatoes. I was getting a bit tired of being called random, as if my stuff is somewhat forgettable. I think I have shown for all and sundry that I have a brain and know how to use it. (puffs self up for a second) and now sadly, like my family, you will now expect me to use it more frequently, now you are aware I have one, (crap!! puffing ends with a whiffle and a moan).

Have you ever noticed the way people who are optimistic and bubbly get called an airhead? I really, really, hate that!I am not an airhead…mhhhkay? I really don’t need a pat on the head and I willing to beat you money that any woman over the age of 13 will rip off your arm and beat you with it if you attempt to do so, since having someone pat you on the head is not only patronizing, but just plain insulting in manifestation.

Ah, well..there they are..my thoughts on the matter.

I will now return to my regularly scheduled randomness. (mysterious grin) 

Bekki