My dog died the other day. It depresses me, but probably not as much as it should. The last couple of years I started emotionally distancing myself from him in preparation for his death due to his old age. I wonder if he would have been healthier with more love ( Read more... )

Today Stephen would have been 21 years old. I choose to shove back my bitterness ( Read more... )

So Ginnie's water broke Tuesday night about 10 and she had her baby at 1 am Wednesday morning. The couple that is adopting her got there just minutes before she was born. I like them and think they will be a good family together. Baby Shelby is a pretty little thing as newborns go and I miss her already. I'll be glad when we can drive out to ( Read more... )

Ok, that subject line is kinda overly dramatic. The big little mystery here is whether or not my daughter is going into labor or just having Braxton-Hicks contractions. It's her 5th child so you think she would be able to tell. Life is not always so cut-and-dried I guess.

I went to the Harris Co. jail to see my son, Brian Jr. It is still surreal to me that he robbed a bank. I took Ginnie and her girls to see the girls' dad who is on a different floor. How White Trash do I feel? "Ever-one ah know is in jay-uhl." The best part came when I came out to find my car in a boot. I had forgotten to bring parking money ( Read more... )

Had a doctor's appt. but he was in surgery so that got canceled ( Read more... )

I've been gone from here for 137 weeks according to my account. Where have I been? I'm not sure. I don't even know if anyone else is here. I just found an old email notification of a comment from a couple of years ago and followed it here.

Is that an echo I hear?

I may be being a bit pissy - as usual - but I seem to have too many decisions to handle. I suck at change and deciding and stuff anyway ( Read more... )

I may be being a bit pissy - as usual - but I seem to have too many decisions to handle. I suck at change and deciding and stuff anyway ( Read more... )

I'm still dead, if anyone is interested.
Sometimes I talk to Stephen's friends on myspace and we reminisce, about him.
Sometimes I read my husband's comments to his flirt-friends to remind me that he hates me.
Mostly I'm just a zombie on some piece of furniture.

Love and Peace to you all,
Starlet