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The unsolvable riddle.
Saw my solicitor today - found out theyre listing current cases for June next year - and that because my legal aid certificate won't be passed until after christmas, my case isn't likely to be listed until fucking October. NEXT FUCKING YEAR.
The fact that my daughter has completely stopped growing and is visibly depressed because of the house-shuffling, lack of stability and security, is obviously not very important. The fact that every time we have to stay in Staplehurst she catches infections because of the shitty state of the place, the fact that she is obviously very unwell because of all this shit - is not important. It "doesn't tick the boxes for the case to be considered urgent." Why? Because at least we have somewhere to stay.
And what if she ends up in hospital? Will it be urgent then? What if I go psycho because I can't take the stress anymore, will it be urgent then? I tell you what, lets be extreme - what if she dies? Will it be urgent then? No, because its one less person for them to care about, isn't it? They get their money, and money is all they care about. Providing for their own families, without giving a shit about anybody elses.
And as per usual, theres nothing I can do about it. I can't get a job, 1- because there are very few jobs going, 2- I can't do flexible hours, I live in two different places and the only place I can really work is Maidstone Town Centre cos thats the only place I can reach by train, 3- apparantely you have to have previous experience to be a fucking cleaner. So I can't get a job, not even a part time one - which means I can't get any money to save, which means I can't learn to drive - which ultimately means when things do get sorted out, i'm going to be completely cut off from my friends and family. I will have nobody. And i'll have to rely on a once an hour bus to go everywhere.
Maidstone council can't help me because I don't usually live in Maidstone, and the family i'm staying with isn't "direct" enough for them. No matter that its Kiras direct family - despite the fact that shes as much an applicant as I am, her relatives don't count. Medway council can't help me because I still have legal rights pertaining to the place i'm fighting to get back - unfortunately, they seem to think living in a 4ft by 12ft room with a violent ex-partner is absolutely fine for mother and daughter, and thats the only option theyre giving me. But if I waive those rights by taking my name off the tenancy, Medway council STILL won't help me because by their definitions i've made myself intentionally homeless. And they won't even help my daughter. They would actually leave a mother and baby on the streets under those circumstances. Then i'll be fucked. Totally.
So what am I supposed to do with my life? Can't work, can't drive, haven't got anywhere permanent to live, daughters health going down the pan, my health going down the pan, and absolutely none of it matters to anybody else.
All that matters is their fucking christmas bonuses.
And if there is a god, i'm fucking praying I come on this week, else i'm never having a one night stand again.
The fact that my daughter has completely stopped growing and is visibly depressed because of the house-shuffling, lack of stability and security, is obviously not very important. The fact that every time we have to stay in Staplehurst she catches infections because of the shitty state of the place, the fact that she is obviously very unwell because of all this shit - is not important. It "doesn't tick the boxes for the case to be considered urgent." Why? Because at least we have somewhere to stay.
And what if she ends up in hospital? Will it be urgent then? What if I go psycho because I can't take the stress anymore, will it be urgent then? I tell you what, lets be extreme - what if she dies? Will it be urgent then? No, because its one less person for them to care about, isn't it? They get their money, and money is all they care about. Providing for their own families, without giving a shit about anybody elses.
And as per usual, theres nothing I can do about it. I can't get a job, 1- because there are very few jobs going, 2- I can't do flexible hours, I live in two different places and the only place I can really work is Maidstone Town Centre cos thats the only place I can reach by train, 3- apparantely you have to have previous experience to be a fucking cleaner. So I can't get a job, not even a part time one - which means I can't get any money to save, which means I can't learn to drive - which ultimately means when things do get sorted out, i'm going to be completely cut off from my friends and family. I will have nobody. And i'll have to rely on a once an hour bus to go everywhere.
Maidstone council can't help me because I don't usually live in Maidstone, and the family i'm staying with isn't "direct" enough for them. No matter that its Kiras direct family - despite the fact that shes as much an applicant as I am, her relatives don't count. Medway council can't help me because I still have legal rights pertaining to the place i'm fighting to get back - unfortunately, they seem to think living in a 4ft by 12ft room with a violent ex-partner is absolutely fine for mother and daughter, and thats the only option theyre giving me. But if I waive those rights by taking my name off the tenancy, Medway council STILL won't help me because by their definitions i've made myself intentionally homeless. And they won't even help my daughter. They would actually leave a mother and baby on the streets under those circumstances. Then i'll be fucked. Totally.
So what am I supposed to do with my life? Can't work, can't drive, haven't got anywhere permanent to live, daughters health going down the pan, my health going down the pan, and absolutely none of it matters to anybody else.
All that matters is their fucking christmas bonuses.
And if there is a god, i'm fucking praying I come on this week, else i'm never having a one night stand again.
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One, two, piss on my shoe, three, four, fuck off you whore
I am in such an amazingly foul mood today. I guess its because I can't understand the lack of motivation my mother has to look after herself. Or rather the whole "can't be bothered" side of it. Plus I don't understand why my mum slags off my stepdad so much - she has the wrong impression of him - completely. I just spent a weekend with him and my sister Bex - and we had a great time! Beckys behaviour is usually completely off the rails, especially more so now shes turned 13, but this weekend - shes totally different. She gets in the shower and brushes her teeth - no fuss. She eats whats put on her plate, she doesn't complain if shes asked to make a cup of tea or wash up her breakfast bowl - and she treats everyone with genuine respect. Such a difference - cos my stepdad doesn't do nonsense.
And my mum?
Well its just chaos. She doesn't cook, she doesn't clean, she doesn't bother checking her kids are looking after themselves - well she feeds them junk 24/7 - pizza, fish & chips, chinese takeaway & kebab is usually all thats on the dinner menu. She practically lets them do anything they want, then invents rules as and when its beneficial to her. She gets them to do everything in the house, "because she has a full time job and pays all the money." Hmm, yeah, like my sisters don't go to school/college all day. Like they are old enough to pay a mortgage anyway. And what kind of stupid excuse is that? Shes a single mum, she has a job, she pays what needs to be paid - thats fucking normal in todays soceity! Come in, take your coat off, have a quick cuppa and then stick the oven on - it won't kill her, surely, to whip up a quick spaghetti bolognese or chicken stir-fry or something once in a while. Her children are still her responsibility, and theyre suffering because theyre taking on wayyyyy too much at their age.
Problem is, mum thinks shes doing it all right, and that my stepdad is doing it all wrong. And no matter how hard we try to get her to see that slagging off their dad in front of my sisters is NOT going to help them and the situation - well it doesn't work. I try to mediate between them - though I find its often pretty one sided. Mum thinks dad is always wrong and she is always right - Dad sees things from both sides, accepts he has weaknesses and actually says SORRY when he realises he's done something wrong. I guess I should have just stayed out of it, cos now mum thinks i'm taking sides and being very selfish and disrespectful to her. But I felt I had to, for my sisters sake - I will not let them suffer. I'm not taking sides, and certainly not being disrespectful in any way. I'm just trying to help. Dad isn't all that great when it comes to mum though - he acts pretty childish. He refuses to talk to her, just prefers to get a solicitor to send her threatening letters. He won't talk about her in front of me and my sisters either.
Maybe I should just bang their heads against a brick wall and see if it knocks a little sense into the pair of them.
And my mum?
Well its just chaos. She doesn't cook, she doesn't clean, she doesn't bother checking her kids are looking after themselves - well she feeds them junk 24/7 - pizza, fish & chips, chinese takeaway & kebab is usually all thats on the dinner menu. She practically lets them do anything they want, then invents rules as and when its beneficial to her. She gets them to do everything in the house, "because she has a full time job and pays all the money." Hmm, yeah, like my sisters don't go to school/college all day. Like they are old enough to pay a mortgage anyway. And what kind of stupid excuse is that? Shes a single mum, she has a job, she pays what needs to be paid - thats fucking normal in todays soceity! Come in, take your coat off, have a quick cuppa and then stick the oven on - it won't kill her, surely, to whip up a quick spaghetti bolognese or chicken stir-fry or something once in a while. Her children are still her responsibility, and theyre suffering because theyre taking on wayyyyy too much at their age.
Problem is, mum thinks shes doing it all right, and that my stepdad is doing it all wrong. And no matter how hard we try to get her to see that slagging off their dad in front of my sisters is NOT going to help them and the situation - well it doesn't work. I try to mediate between them - though I find its often pretty one sided. Mum thinks dad is always wrong and she is always right - Dad sees things from both sides, accepts he has weaknesses and actually says SORRY when he realises he's done something wrong. I guess I should have just stayed out of it, cos now mum thinks i'm taking sides and being very selfish and disrespectful to her. But I felt I had to, for my sisters sake - I will not let them suffer. I'm not taking sides, and certainly not being disrespectful in any way. I'm just trying to help. Dad isn't all that great when it comes to mum though - he acts pretty childish. He refuses to talk to her, just prefers to get a solicitor to send her threatening letters. He won't talk about her in front of me and my sisters either.
Maybe I should just bang their heads against a brick wall and see if it knocks a little sense into the pair of them.
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Adam Moloney
Adam Moloney is a piss-taker, and I fucking hate him. Strong words, but that is really how I feel. I hate the way he expresses his opinions - yes, everyone has a right to their opinion and freedom of speech and blah blah shit blah, but he's so forceful of his opinion - its like Adam is right and everybody else is wrong, and we must all bow down to the holy words of the great Mr Moloney and write a new fucking gospel.
Second, I hate him because of the way he manages to twist everything around so that he is always in the right, and everybody else is in the wrong. He picks out flaws in people, points them out constantly - take today. He and Maria argued over something bloody petty and pointless, to be honest, but argue they did - and though Maria had a valid point to make, and Adam was genuinely in the wrong - Maria ended up apologising for the way she was behaving! She felt she was wrong! She ended up in tears, and the pair of them kept Kira awake for an hour and a fucking half with their bloody screaming. Remove Adam from picture, and suddenly everything is perfect again.
And third - I hate the way he pisses people off "just for the fun of it." I need not explain that one - he acts like a fucking toddler, winding people up just to see how they react. 2 year olds do that.
I really really hate him. He is no good to Maria - she keeps getting hurt time and time again, and apologises for things she hasn't even done. Adam Moloney is a manipulative bastard who thinks he knows everything.
..............
And that brings me to the second whine of the evening.
All this shit - the shit going on with Mr Moloney, the shit going on with Gareth, the shit going on with the solicitors - all the shit. Theres so much shit I want to moan and whine about right now, but I think if I did so i'd be here all night and probably fill up the melo-box i'm writing in. I guess its gotten to the point where i'm losing control of almost every aspect of my life - i'm losing my independance. I'm becoming dependant on a government that doesn't work, and the members of which should all be shot for the shitty jobs they do. Well most of them anyway - a select few do actually do their jobs properly, and do try to help the country, but those people are rare to find. I'm becoming dependant on everybody else - my friends and family, who all have their own worries and problems to deal with, and shouldn't have to sort out my problems too. I won't talk to people for that reason - I don't want to be a burden, I don't want to seem like i'm dependant on people. They have enough on their plates. Hence I have a melo.
People do funny things when they're in a bit of a state - and lets face it, i'm in a state. My life is a mess - theres pieces of it everywhere. I'm confused about my feelings, my emotions - I don't know what to feel or when. Not only have I lost control over the physical aspects of my life, i've lost control over the mental aspects of my life too. When things get really bad - some people can cope with it - those who can't either end up depressed or in a psychiatric unit. I guess i'm leaning towards the psychiatric unit - or a hospital with a glucose tube attached - because of all the things I end up getting saddled with when i'm upset - its fucking food-phobia.
Well thats what I prefer to call it. I get a mental block against eating - I have to physically force myself to eat. I've had the problem on and off for years - and I guess its down to the fact that no matter what happens in life, food is one thing I can always get a grip of. When I don't eat, I feel like i've regained control over some aspect of my life - I feel like i've achieved something (though god knows what) - and I go to bed feeling happy (despite fucking hungry). Not eating seems to counteract my depression. Yet I know all too well what'll happen if I carry on. I don't mean to worry people, I don't mean to attract any attention - its just the only thing I can do to make me feel good about myself. Its all I can do that prevents me thinking about the mess of a life i've got, about all the shit thats going on - I just forget everything. I guess having an empty tummy presents a feeling more overwhelming than everything else - extreme hunger. But I like it.
When it comes down to it - i'm scared. I feel alone - if I tell people about why I don't eat, i'm afraid they won't understand - i'm afraid i'll just get the lectures. I don't want to be told i'm being stupid and blah - deep down I know that - but please, what else can I do??? I've been in this mess long enough to know i've tried everything else - and so far, this is the only thing thats working.
Unfortunately, the feeling of extreme hunger does not get rid of Adam Moloney. That is one thing I simply won't put up with any more. Next time he crosses me with his stupid preachy words, he's getting whats coming to him.
Second, I hate him because of the way he manages to twist everything around so that he is always in the right, and everybody else is in the wrong. He picks out flaws in people, points them out constantly - take today. He and Maria argued over something bloody petty and pointless, to be honest, but argue they did - and though Maria had a valid point to make, and Adam was genuinely in the wrong - Maria ended up apologising for the way she was behaving! She felt she was wrong! She ended up in tears, and the pair of them kept Kira awake for an hour and a fucking half with their bloody screaming. Remove Adam from picture, and suddenly everything is perfect again.
And third - I hate the way he pisses people off "just for the fun of it." I need not explain that one - he acts like a fucking toddler, winding people up just to see how they react. 2 year olds do that.
I really really hate him. He is no good to Maria - she keeps getting hurt time and time again, and apologises for things she hasn't even done. Adam Moloney is a manipulative bastard who thinks he knows everything.
..............
And that brings me to the second whine of the evening.
All this shit - the shit going on with Mr Moloney, the shit going on with Gareth, the shit going on with the solicitors - all the shit. Theres so much shit I want to moan and whine about right now, but I think if I did so i'd be here all night and probably fill up the melo-box i'm writing in. I guess its gotten to the point where i'm losing control of almost every aspect of my life - i'm losing my independance. I'm becoming dependant on a government that doesn't work, and the members of which should all be shot for the shitty jobs they do. Well most of them anyway - a select few do actually do their jobs properly, and do try to help the country, but those people are rare to find. I'm becoming dependant on everybody else - my friends and family, who all have their own worries and problems to deal with, and shouldn't have to sort out my problems too. I won't talk to people for that reason - I don't want to be a burden, I don't want to seem like i'm dependant on people. They have enough on their plates. Hence I have a melo.
People do funny things when they're in a bit of a state - and lets face it, i'm in a state. My life is a mess - theres pieces of it everywhere. I'm confused about my feelings, my emotions - I don't know what to feel or when. Not only have I lost control over the physical aspects of my life, i've lost control over the mental aspects of my life too. When things get really bad - some people can cope with it - those who can't either end up depressed or in a psychiatric unit. I guess i'm leaning towards the psychiatric unit - or a hospital with a glucose tube attached - because of all the things I end up getting saddled with when i'm upset - its fucking food-phobia.
Well thats what I prefer to call it. I get a mental block against eating - I have to physically force myself to eat. I've had the problem on and off for years - and I guess its down to the fact that no matter what happens in life, food is one thing I can always get a grip of. When I don't eat, I feel like i've regained control over some aspect of my life - I feel like i've achieved something (though god knows what) - and I go to bed feeling happy (despite fucking hungry). Not eating seems to counteract my depression. Yet I know all too well what'll happen if I carry on. I don't mean to worry people, I don't mean to attract any attention - its just the only thing I can do to make me feel good about myself. Its all I can do that prevents me thinking about the mess of a life i've got, about all the shit thats going on - I just forget everything. I guess having an empty tummy presents a feeling more overwhelming than everything else - extreme hunger. But I like it.
When it comes down to it - i'm scared. I feel alone - if I tell people about why I don't eat, i'm afraid they won't understand - i'm afraid i'll just get the lectures. I don't want to be told i'm being stupid and blah - deep down I know that - but please, what else can I do??? I've been in this mess long enough to know i've tried everything else - and so far, this is the only thing thats working.
Unfortunately, the feeling of extreme hunger does not get rid of Adam Moloney. That is one thing I simply won't put up with any more. Next time he crosses me with his stupid preachy words, he's getting whats coming to him.
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Optimism gone on holiday for a while - be back soon
Dear random diary I invented some weeks ago,
Help.
I've lost my smile, my appetite and a full stone because of all this unneccesary stress. And now i'm losing my patience - with myself, and with everyone else too. Also seem to be losing my hair and my sanity is next on the list. And this is the first time in ages that I can truly say I have no idea what to do.
I need a hug ='(
Help.
I've lost my smile, my appetite and a full stone because of all this unneccesary stress. And now i'm losing my patience - with myself, and with everyone else too. Also seem to be losing my hair and my sanity is next on the list. And this is the first time in ages that I can truly say I have no idea what to do.
I need a hug ='(
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Mediation - an example of just how fucked up the UK government really is
If theres one thing anyone thats had mediation will tell you about it - its that its a waste of time and doesn't fucking work.
The UK government introduced mediation so squabbling families can sort out their differences without resorting to going to court. The UK government also, apparantely, do not want to see people going homeless as a result of squabbles and fights or whatever. The government puts pressure on local councils to "do something" about the rising levels of homelessness. Little old me enters the picture, homeless because of Mr Bastard-Face, with my daughter of 14 months, also homeless because of Mr Bastard-Face. Solicitor refers case to mediation, because a court application will not be processed until mediation has taken place (government covering all the easy-way-out scenarios). It takes 6 weeks to get an appointment. Mr Bastard-Face doesn't show up.
Sensible thing to do here then would be to process court application, as for the last 8 weeks i've been shuttling my daughter around different houses all over the bloody place depending on where friends and rellies live. She has very little stability and her behaviour and diet are starting to reflect that fact, and there's fuck all I can do about it. So - I go back to solicitors to put in court application, quickest route of action, likely to take 4-6 weeks before I actually get to court. Pretty quick compared to how long some things can take. But this is a homeless situation with an easy solution - get Mr Bastard-Face out of my house - so it won't take long. But - what do the solicitors say?
"Second attempts at mediation are often more successful than first attempts; in the situation where your first meeting is unsuccessful, we will usually make a second appointment. We will not make a second appointment if your circumstances denote that urgent action is needed..."
That was a statement from a handbook thing I was given. Consider that this was written, and accepted, by the government. In my circumstances, urgent action is definitely needed, otherwise my daughter and I will be spending christmas in a shop doorway. Government are pressuring councils to do something about the rising levels of homelessness - yet instead of considering my circumstances "urgent" - I am told that my court application will not be processed until I have attended a second meeting. They gave me an appointment, on 15th December! Which is actually very inconvenient for me, and its in 10 weeks! Another 10 weeks of shuttling around from house to house - Kira is not going to cope with that. Shes getting stressed out, and her stress is affecting everything from behaviour issues to medical stuff - they won't give her the MMR jab yet because shes underweight, and shes underweight because shes stressed, and shes stressed because of Mr Bastard-Face, and Mr Bastard-Face is getting away with it! Kira's eating habits are worse than mine, and thats saying something. Despite my wonderful ability to conceal everything that goes on in my head, I know i'm stressed too. My hairs falling out for fuck sake.
But what do the government care? They certainly don't account for the fact that the new "mediation" technique and their "homeless" policy (at least in Medway) are currently contradicting themselves. Their mediators don't think homeless babies are important.
As far as theyre concerned, me and Kira are just statistics. This country is obsessed with statistics.
The UK government introduced mediation so squabbling families can sort out their differences without resorting to going to court. The UK government also, apparantely, do not want to see people going homeless as a result of squabbles and fights or whatever. The government puts pressure on local councils to "do something" about the rising levels of homelessness. Little old me enters the picture, homeless because of Mr Bastard-Face, with my daughter of 14 months, also homeless because of Mr Bastard-Face. Solicitor refers case to mediation, because a court application will not be processed until mediation has taken place (government covering all the easy-way-out scenarios). It takes 6 weeks to get an appointment. Mr Bastard-Face doesn't show up.
Sensible thing to do here then would be to process court application, as for the last 8 weeks i've been shuttling my daughter around different houses all over the bloody place depending on where friends and rellies live. She has very little stability and her behaviour and diet are starting to reflect that fact, and there's fuck all I can do about it. So - I go back to solicitors to put in court application, quickest route of action, likely to take 4-6 weeks before I actually get to court. Pretty quick compared to how long some things can take. But this is a homeless situation with an easy solution - get Mr Bastard-Face out of my house - so it won't take long. But - what do the solicitors say?
"Second attempts at mediation are often more successful than first attempts; in the situation where your first meeting is unsuccessful, we will usually make a second appointment. We will not make a second appointment if your circumstances denote that urgent action is needed..."
That was a statement from a handbook thing I was given. Consider that this was written, and accepted, by the government. In my circumstances, urgent action is definitely needed, otherwise my daughter and I will be spending christmas in a shop doorway. Government are pressuring councils to do something about the rising levels of homelessness - yet instead of considering my circumstances "urgent" - I am told that my court application will not be processed until I have attended a second meeting. They gave me an appointment, on 15th December! Which is actually very inconvenient for me, and its in 10 weeks! Another 10 weeks of shuttling around from house to house - Kira is not going to cope with that. Shes getting stressed out, and her stress is affecting everything from behaviour issues to medical stuff - they won't give her the MMR jab yet because shes underweight, and shes underweight because shes stressed, and shes stressed because of Mr Bastard-Face, and Mr Bastard-Face is getting away with it! Kira's eating habits are worse than mine, and thats saying something. Despite my wonderful ability to conceal everything that goes on in my head, I know i'm stressed too. My hairs falling out for fuck sake.
But what do the government care? They certainly don't account for the fact that the new "mediation" technique and their "homeless" policy (at least in Medway) are currently contradicting themselves. Their mediators don't think homeless babies are important.
As far as theyre concerned, me and Kira are just statistics. This country is obsessed with statistics.
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Mon.02.08.10 11:36am
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Oh man the look on Kira's face when she's with her Aunt, priceless.
Sun.11.01.09 3:57pm
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np. here's a tip... if you run out of margarine or stick butter, real butter does *not* substitute. found that out the hard way yesterday. =p
Mon.10.26.09 4:30pm
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oh, but they're sooooo good!
SNICKERDOODLE COOKIES
1 c. butter
1 1/2 c. sugar
2 eggs
2 3/4 c. flour
2 tsp. cream of tartar
1 tsp. baking soda
1/4 tsp. salt
Cream butter, add sugar. Mix well. Roll into balls. Roll into sugar mixture: 2 tablespoons cinnamon with 2 tablespoons sugar. Bake at 400 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes. Makes about 4 dozen.
Wed.08.05.09 2:23am
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jesus, that picture does look seriously evil. insane that you caught her at just that exact moment to catch a picture quite like that.
Tue.07.21.09 7:06am
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Your poll is a thinker. It was hard but I said no only because I wouldn't have the heart to especially if it was someone close. I wished there would've been a undecided option tho, because I would've totally did that one.
Tue.03.10.09 3:47pm
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these are really good poems
i should know, lol ive been writing poems since i was ten and im the person all the teachers brag about, but i think you write better than i do, i dont think ive actually seen better poems written and posted on the internet in a while, idk maybe i am a sucker for the relatable story lines *faint smile*
Tue.03.10.09 3:41pm
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yeah sometimes its scary to remember, im not usualy scared of my dreams though...i try to find out stuff about myself with them when i remember them...doesnt always work though lol
Fri.03.06.09 6:29am
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BangBangBangBangBangBang + TouchTouchTouchTouchTouchTouchTouchTouchTouch ^_^ 'cos you need them more than anyone else today.
Tue.02.24.09 8:49am
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Sorry, you're not well - I hope you feel better soon. Everyone,including me, has been sick during the last month.
Keep your chin up, things will eventually get better (at least that's what everyone tells me....)
BTW, Kira is soooo cute and I hope she wins when you submit her pic to that magazine!
Wed.02.18.09 12:19am
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I hope Kayleigh is ok!
As for wine, I can get very drunk on one glass if its the right kind. lol
Fri.02.13.09 3:51am
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You're kids are adorable: begging for candy and being so smart to know where you hide it (:
Thu.02.12.09 7:34am
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Thanks. :)
I remember my old user name and password.
I just didnt like he old user name and only way
to change it is to make a new account. So I havent wrote in the old
one in yearrrs. lol
Wed.02.11.09 8:35pm
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Good luck on quitting!! I wish I could; I've tried sooo many times. If life would stop throwing curve balls all the time, maybe I could. Or maybe I just need to grow some cojones and suck it up!
Wed.02.11.09 3:31am
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evil medicine they're going try to put you on.
the best way to quit is baby carrots (oral fixation ... plus healthy).
Tue.02.10.09 11:02am
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Happy meloversary! (even if I'm a little late :) )
Hey, I've missed you the last couple of days. I hope everything is alright.
Sun.02.08.09 1:48pm
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ps. sorry to hear that social services is hassling you, i know firsthand how that is. I hope you can get that whole situation sorted out soon.
Sat.02.07.09 10:12pm
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yeah, it's all so much better when they come back, thank you :]
how are you?
Fri.02.06.09 10:35am
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OMG It sounds as if you are having a terrible time with your social services! I hope things get better soon. Keep your chin up, the truth always comes out in the end. Kira is so cute and looks happy in the pics. I hope the docs can treat whatever is making her not want to eat. I'll be praying for you and Kira.
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Leanne / Elli. Whichever you prefer.
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happy meloversary to ya....cute kids :)