As November gets ready to come to an end, so does NaBloPoMo and my first semester in college. I am very proud of myself for doing as well as I have done, especially under these circumstances. I just pray, no matter what happens in January, I have the strength to hang on like I have so far. It's some what relieving to know, no matter what, there will be some type of resolution in a few weeks. Having your life in limbo can be hard to deal with at times.
I only have one more thing left that is due before the semester is over, which is my final graphics project. I have two finals next week as well. I also have to test out of that other math class before the next semester starts as well.
We were able to get help with the $1800 the lawyer wanted this week. Hopefully that will be cleared and settled within a few days. Our next big hurdle is the $5000 for the hearing in Jan. I have opened another blog where I will be selling some things to help raise the funds needed. You can visit that blog here. I am also sending out Christmas cards to anyone who donates $10 or more this month. Your help means the world to me! All funds raised will go to the legal fund only. Once we have paid the lawyer in full, I will close the blog. I hate to ask for help, but it's important to me to continue this fight.
Also, Kristin, you are the winner of the owl earrings. Please email me your mailing address.
As we neared the AIabama/FIorida border sometime this morning, NYEBoy and I agreed that this trip was all for nothing. With the exception of seeing a few friends, this was a wasted trip. NYEBoy could have at least logged some hours and I could have done some studying.
The 'plan' was for NYEBoy, my mom, and myself to talk to a few family members about everything going on. I brought all the documents with evidence we had. NYEBoy had the pictures. And we were both were willing to answer any questions that they may have about anything. Well, that didn't go as planned. Before my mom had a chance to get off work and get to us, my uncle started talking to NYEBoy about everything. My mom finally came in somewhere during the beginning of the conversation.
I didn't hear much of the conversation, but once I heard my mom in there talking, I went in to have a conversation about everything. From what I gathered, it was basically that it was my fault this was all happening. I should have left the girls there even though K was calling me telling me she wasn't happy. My aunt would go get food for her son, but K and A would be eating watery tuna fish. They went to go get ice cream, but didn't bring any for either both girls or just K, because 'she didn't need it'. (Because she was a little overweight at the time.) They would tell K she could only have one coke a day. My uncle and older cousin smoked, but K wasn't allowed to. K wasn't happy. Yes, we wanted more for her, like going to school, than to work at Walmart, and K wanted that too, but my aunt and uncle did not.
Then my Uncle looked at me and said, "If I talk to K and she lets me take custody of A, will you drop the case?" I said "No." Believe it or not, this case isn't about whether or not I have custody, K doesn't want anyone besides her self having custody because if someone else gets custody of A, she can tell her "They took you from me. I never gave you up." His response to my no was "See, this is ALL about the baby to you." It is, but it's not. I didn't move the girls down here to get custody of A. I brought the girls down here to get K's life on track for herself and A. Once K started going downhill, you're damn right, it became about A. And I don't think his house is better than mine for A. A has been with me, several days a week, since she was a few months old. A doesn't have that type of relationship with my aunt and uncle. There is nothing wrong with where she's currently residing and the care we are giving her. K knows this. My uncle just thinks it's all about K hating me or something.
After that, my Uncle started yelling at me telling me he was better than me and I didn't deserve to be the parental figure for A. He said he I was uneducated and I needed to get off my lazy ass and get a job. Now mind you, I've been going to school full time since August, and I've been working since I was 15, which was way earlier than all of the other grand kids. He said the text messages we have of K were nothing but "private slang" and no different than how I talk. When I told him I didn't talk like that, he said every other word I post on Facebook is fuck. Okay, so cussing is the same thing as someone generally not know how to spell? Silly me. There goes my uneducatedness.
When I answered each of his complaints, he changed it to something else. He knows I've worked since I was 15. He knows I'm in school and doing damn well. He knows I'm a damn good parental figure. He was grasping at straws for reasons he only knows. I don't get it. A few months ago when we visited, he said K was 'fucked up and would never change,' and now she's a great mother and I shit on my sister? REALLY?
The things that he said to me were down right disgusting and rude. I will never have another thing to do with him as long as I live. I didn't deserve the shit he said to me. I'm not sure what hurt worse, him saying those things to me in front of the whole family, or the whole family sitting there letting him say those things to me. Noone stood up for me and that hurt.
I'm not sure if I'll be visiting them for Christmas. I have a friend who offered to let me stay with her if we came in town, so if I need to come to town for visitation, I will, but I just don't care to see half the family after all that shit.
My uncle's issues with the case are moot. He says they let crackheads get their kids back, which is true, but what he doesn't realize is that we didn't file for permanent custody. We filed for temp0rary custody. This means that K's rights will not be terminated. I am just "borrowing" them until she gets on her feet and can properly take care of herself and her child. My uncle says that my father beating me when I was a child won't matter because I don't have pictures, except the lawyer told us that if I testified to that, and my mother corroborated the story, it was a viable issue. He asks like he's a lawyer, but he's not. I know what my lawyer has said, and I know my lawyer doesn't think that we don't have a chance at winning. Of course this is a diffucult case, but the fact of the matter is that it is worth fighting for, and if the girls had lived with him, he would have done the same thing, or if it was his grandchild in danger, he would feel the way my mother does.
Of course, since my uncle has a lot of money, the rest of the family looks to him for guidance even though, what he says may be bullshit. The funny thing is, the man that told me I was uneducated, has only had a day of community college in his entire life. I think I have about 14 weeks more of 'education' than he does.
As far as I am concerned, he's in the same boat as my father. I hate to stop talking to my aunt and cousins, but he burned that bridge, not me. I'm glad I know his true feelings about me. We can stop playing coy.
I have to come up with $1800 by tomorrow for the lawyer. My aunt said we needed to pray about it. I guess the prayer wherein I begged God to let my family see the truth and help us didn't count. So, God, if you hear me, I need your help, by tomorrow morning. Amen.
We were going to go home today, but decided to stay after my mom told us she would talk to the family again. It was a moot point. I think the only thing we got from it was "to just pray about it" because, you know, my prayers couldn't have been "Dear God, Please let my family help." Whatever. We'll be heading back to Fl0rida tomorrow. I'm not sure when we will be back. To be honest, I really couldn't care less either.
Looking forward to the Gators vs. Semin0les tomorrow! GO F$U!
I'm thankful for NYEBoy, who has done everything he can for A and I.
I'm thankful for you, my blog readers, who have supported me through out the past few years.
I'm thankful for my friends, both, back in Fl0rida and in Memph!s.
I'm thankful for a family that refuses to help loan me the money to fight for A because they don't think I can win.
This morning, I would have written a different post, but after the day I have had, and the words I have exchanged between a few family members and myself, I am completely over this trip. I'm only staying until tomorrow so K can see A one more time before we head back to Fl0rida. I'm sick of being told this shit was my fault. I'm done explaining myself to people who couldn't careless about me any ways. If people cared so much about K, they would know it's in A's best interest to not have to watch her mother (probably) fail again. Instead, HELP K get on her feet, let A stay in a stable environment until that happens, then let's reunite the mother and the child.
I have to come up with $1850 by Monday to continue this fight. I'm not sure how in the hell we are going to do this, but whatever. i have no choice but to try. I've come so far to give up now. I'm truly dumb founded that the family members who can help, won't. I expected them to care a bit more than that. So be it. Their true colors have shown through tonight.
Today was an interesting day, filled with calls from the lawyer because someone told K we were in town. Isn't that just awesome of them? Now instead of enjoying a relaxing few days with family I have to do visitation every day while we are here. Really? Awesome. NOT.
I'm too tired to type the ordeal of yesterday tonight.
A is sick. I am tired.
I made The Pioneer Woman's pumpkin creme pie and the whiskey creme sauce, too. That's my contribution to the dinner table tomorrow.
As I was rocking A, she looked up at me and said "How is it time to go to bed already when we just woke up?" I told her some days are like this and she said "Yeah, some days just go by so slow." I didn't have the heart to tell her she had the saying wrong.
Speaking of bed time, I glanced at the clock on the stove, noting it was 6:30, and I told A it was time for bed. After rocking her, I sat down to tweet, then realized it was 6:30. Yeah, I guess I need to change a few clocks around the house.
NYEBoy accepted a job offer on Friday. Bless his heart. The man has done everything above and beyond what one could ask for his family. He's taken side jobs, making a third of what he's used to, just to earn some extra money to cover the bills and lawyer fees. While this job isn't going to cover the lawyer fees, it will go a long ways to helping get us back on our feet. Speaking of lawyer fees, please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. We need to come up with $1800 by next week, and $5000 by the end of Jan for the hearing. If we don't get some help soon, we'll be up shit creek.
I've been packing and cleaning all day in preparation of our trip. I am one load of laundry away from being dirty-laundry-free. I still need to do a load of dishes and vacuum downstairs, but otherwise I'm done with that. I still have to finish packing, as well as clean my office and the upstairs bathroom.
After that is done, I can begin to study for my test that is tomorrow, and finish two papers. Did I tell you NYEBoy's new boss requested him being there at 7 am tomorrow because the guy they need to talk to is half way around the world? Yeah, there is nothing I would rather do, than wake up at 6 am with a 4 year old, before heading to school all day and driving 12 hours. Fuck me coming and going.
Oh, I also have to break it to A that my other aunts dog passed away before we get in town. She's just now getting used to the idea of our other family dog passing away three weeks ago.
Oh well, there is a silver lining in there, nonetheless. I need this vacation. I need my Mom. I need my friends back home. I need my family. It's been the roughest five months of my life.
I don't have enough time, but I have a lot to be thankful for this week.
FSU won tonight. The downside to the boys playing prime time and winning? It's almost midnight and I'm too hyped to sleep. I know we beat Maryland tonight, but we need them to beat NC State next weekend. Oh, the irony of the ACC.
I have one paper to edit and another one to write in the next 24 hours.
I also need to get the car washed in the next 24 hours.
I also need to clean my house and pack for our trip in the next 24 hours.
A was cranky tonight. She complained of a stuffy nose and a tummy ache. We're getting ready to drive 12 hours in a few days. I hope she's not getting sick.
NYEBoy got some good news Friday.
Today is the 20th day into NaBloPoMo and I'm still going strong! Oh yeah!
I was going to talk about something more profound (not really) today, but the mail lady just dropped off a package from K for A.
I know you're dying to know what's in it, so without further ado, here's the list.
Three bags of hot cheetos, a bag of skittles, a bag of tootsie rolls, a bag of twizzlers, a seashell candle, two coloring books, a small plush dora, and four dollars. Oh, and a card that says "Mommy loves you".
Ignoring the massive amounts of junk food and candy and the random ass candle, I am proud to know she at least knows how to spell Mommy. Wish I could say the same for Dady. Listen people, we have low standards over here.
That is the time A finally fell asleep last night. It was a combination of a few things, but still, good Lord the kid just wouldn't go to sleep!
Speaking of A. She got a package from Thugboy in the mail today. Poor thugboy. I know the whole 'being-a-dad' thing, or as he likes to call himself, 'Dady,' isn't really his forte, but his package sucked. It came with two bags of skittles, two bags of life saver gummies, two boxes of cookies, a box of cereal, a bag of cheetos popcorn, a toy for a 1 year old, a dvd for a teenager, and a three pack of blistex. Oh, and a card signed "Dady loves you".
A few weeks ago I had advising for my Spring schedule. I'm probably one of the few nerds students who was not only advised by the 'school' but as well by three other professors as well. Did I mention I'm really into this whole 'going to college' thing? Yeah. That's me. As I mentioned, I have a pretty specific schedule to stick with in my Math courses.
In a hopes to reduce the preschool cost, next semester I had planned on only going to school Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. This will have A going from all day on Monday-Friday to all day on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and half days on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This will reduce the preschool expense by more than 60%.
Because of this new schedule, I have a strict plan as to which classes and hours I can take. Time wise, I was able to get the perfect schedule. All of my classes will be one right after the other, and I still get out early on Fridays. Although I was worried about how this was going to affect my social life at school, I knew this schedule was a bit more important. Luckily, a few of the girls I have made great friends with, will be in several of my classes.
So, what's my complaint? Having to test out of this next Math class first, I am unable to schedule my Math class for the Spring until after I get those exam results. Time slot wise, I only have three options for professors for this particular class. I really wanted to talk to these professors now, to let them know about my plan, in case their classes fill up, so that I can see if they can help me get into that time slot. I emailed the professor I had decided to take. Although I take Rate My Professors with a grain of salt, none of my potential professors for this class had a very good rating. Still, I am more concerned about the time slot than the attitude of the professor.
Then I got the response from the professor. It was, without a doubt, the biggest douche bag of a response ever. He didn't even read the email. Clearly, I was going to have to go with a different professor. If I disliked this guy this much before taking his class, I could tell he would probably be a bigger douche bag in person.
Instead of emailing one of the other two professors, I've decided to try to go to their office first. I've decided on which of the two to talk to, I just hope he isn't a douche bag, too.
This is the hard part of school. Professors are so used to ignorant and/or lazy student that they lump together even the ones that enjoy learning. I'm going into Mathematics. I need my Math professors to be as open and helpful as possible.
This next semester is going to be even harder than the first one emotionally. If I thought the custody shit was hard the first semester, it's only going to get even more emotionally draining with a pending court hearing to determine the long term custody arrangements for A. I need my professor to be aware and understanding about this potential news. My professors this semester have been amazingly supportive. Although I've turned in everything on time, they also understand when I've had bad days or weeks it wasn't because I didn't care about school. I don't expect my professors to make exceptions for me, I just need them to be understanding.
» My English paper I thought was due next Monday, has to be in final draft form by this Wednesday for my professor to review it. What am I writing about? Fertility treatments, specifically why they are a good thing. Go infertility!
» Tomorrow is my second to last day in my graphics class before projects are due. It's the last one before Thanksgiving break. Our projects are due the week after Thanksgiving. I know exactly what I want to do, I just have to find the time to do it. Speaking of graphics class, I should have the last project ready to post this week. I got an A on it, by the way.
» I am freaking out about my Psychology exam.
» I am getting really nervous about testing out of the next Math class. I'm hoping to get a lot of studying done over Thanksgiving break. Yay for free babysitters! (aka family!)
» I have a very important, long overdue package to mail out tomorrow. I hope I don't forget.
» Am I the last person on this Earth to know Train sang Meet Virgina? I have no idea who I thought sang that, but it was NOT Train. NYEBoy and I had a big debate about that in the car this morning.
» I am not looking forward to trying to juggle school and preparing my house for a vacation. Am I the only one who wants to leave and return to a clean house? In a week, I get to see my Mommy. I am so utterly fucking excited. I can't wait!
» Did you enter my giveaway last week for $45? Well, random.org picked number 10! Congrats Nikke! Email me to claim your prize.
This is the first year I've had to pack a child's lunch for school every day. I was a bit nervous because A hates bread, and prior to the first day of school, probably only had two or three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches ever. Crazy, I know. Since her class does not have access to a microwave, I've been stuck with a cold lunch for her.
My first tip would be to offer your child various types of jams or jellies to go with the peanut butter. I try to have three options at any one time. Currently she has grape, strawberry, and peach. As well, we give A different peanut butter options too, thanks to Peanut Butter & Co. We've tried the chocolate and cinnamon raisin, in addition to the plain peanut butter. A didn't care for the cinnamon raisin flavor, but I loved it. (You don't have to order it by the cases, we buy ours from the grocery store.)
Another tip, for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches specifically, would be to make them and freeze them on Sunday nights. This way, you have your sandwiches already prepared and they can be placed into the child's lunch container even if Mom forgets to freeze them the night before. I make five one-slice-of-bread sandwiches and freeze them on a cookie sheet for about 30 minutes, then I place them all into one ziploc gallon bag. The one gallon bag will hold up to 12 sandwich halves.
In order to not waste plastic bags, I invested in a few Ziploc Divided Rectangle containers that I picked up at Walmart for only a couple of bucks. Another plus? They are BPA-Free!
In a nutshell, give your child a choice in flavors of jellies and peanut butters, make the sandwiches ahead of time, and check out BPA-Free containers to cut down on wastefulness.
In high school, I was not a good Math student. Partly due to my home life, but also because I didn't quite grasp the concepts I was being taught. It's hard being in a class of 30 or more for only an hour with a bunch of other teenagers who probably don't care about Math either. I also didn't have the desire to go home and study either, nor did I have parents expecting me to do so. So, I didn't.
Last summer, when studying to take the GED, I began using Khan Acadamey to help me learn everything I needed to take the test. I found it a wealth of information and extremely helpful.
When I started college this Fall, I knew the key to passing Math was going to require me to do a lot of practice. The more you practice, the quicker you will learn. I use sites like Khan Academy and my college's wesite to view videos online over the different lessons. Our school has a center we can use to get worksheets with practice problems, too, but I've also used Wolfamalpha. You can also use their main site to check your work as well.
Not only is it important to practice a lot, I've also found it very helpful if I study the lesson before going to class. I use the videos online to do this. This way, I go into class having at the very least, a basic understanding of the concept we are learning for the day. Then, after I get home, I do more problems from that day's lesson. By preparing a head of time and doing a lot of practice problems, I have found learning Math to no only be easy, but also to be enjoyable.
If you need additional help, you should look into getting a tutor or ask the teacher or professor for help. They really don't mind helping their students if they know you are there to learn.
With the exception of the final exam and my last test, I am one online quiz away from being completely done with my Math class. As soon as I finish the quiz in the morning, I have to start getting ready to test out of the next Math class. I don't have much time, only about three weeks. I'm very nervous because there is absolutely no way I can fail. I have. to. do. this!
Have you ever been to a Drag Queen Show? I went to my first one tonight. It was pretty fun. It was to benefit the local LGBT community center. I went with a couple of girls from school that I've been hanging out with.
It was nice to get away for a little bit. Of course, as soon as I returned home and opened the door, I heard A yell "Oh No! She's going to see the mess NYEBOY!" I'm glad they both survived me not being home for a few hours, but I didn't like the mess I returned home to. To be expected I suppose..
Tomorrow NYEBoy and I are out of school for Vets day. I'm taking A to school in order to get some major studying done.
A month from today I will begin taking the finals for my first semester in college. It's crazy to think I've almost made it.
This is all I have left to do for the semester. In Math, I just have to finish four online quizzes, a test, and my final. The only things left to do in English are my essay and a grammar test. My Psychology class still has two papers and a final left to finish. Lastly, my Graphics class only has a test and a project to do. That's it. I will have most of that done before Thanksgiving break.
I'm expecting 3 A's and a B. My English and Math scores are so close to 100% it kills me. My Psychology class is the only class really giving me a run for my money. Having been out of school for nearly ten years and going through a stressful custody case, I can't beat myself up over whatever those grades say.
I'm still loving school. I can't explain the overwhelming satisfaction I have from attending college. I know some people say college wasn't for them, and perhaps I felt this way too before attending, but oh my goodness, I am completely enjoying this experience.
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It's been almost a year since I've been back home. This is the longest I have ever been away from my hometown. With the custody hearing looming in the new year, I have an overwhelming urge to go visit with my friends and family back home.
I'm not sure how visitation is going to play into this. I'm a bit nervous about what they are going to request. Obviously I want A to see her Mom, but on the same token, I also want to enjoy the holidays with A and the rest of our family as well, especially since there is a chance we may not end up with her in the new year.
With the exception of visitation, I think I have our schedule planned out and I can hardly wait! A can hardly wait either, we both miss Grandma (and great Grandma)!
This is just what I need before the drama of the new year unfolds.
Forget head, shoulders, knees, and toes.. I've got problems with my hips, thighs, legs, and ankles. After the carnival accident in April, I began getting chiropractic care. In the beginning, I was going three days a week, but over the summer it slowly dwindled down to once a week, every other week, and in August, I started going once every three weeks.
Two weeks after school started, my legs were going numb, as well as having shooting pains. After I saw the doctor, the numbness and shooting pains stopped. Two weeks later, they started back again. And again, it stopped after the visit to the chiropractor. For a week, every two weeks, my hips and legs give me the worst pain ever.
It wasn't until the second time that it happened, that I realized, I'm doing a lot more walking now that I am in school. I think this is part of the reason I am just now feeling the effects, of what I can assume, is probably from the accident. I'm sure with all of the walking, the discs that are messed up in my back, are pinching nerves.
I try to reduce the amount of time I'm walking, but it's hard to do. Luckily, my school offers a service where they will pick you up and drive you to the different buildings in a golf cart, so on the days I have a long day, I take advantage of that. In my classes, I'm able to prop my leg up on another chair since I'm so short and my feet dangle towards the ground. At home, I have a foot rest, ice pack, and heating pad. Oh, and Advil is my best friend.
Despite all of my trying to reduce the pain, it doesn't always work. I'm often left wishing I could be cut from the abdomen down. Sometimes the pains are so sharp and radiating that it takes my breath away or causes me to moan out loud. Tonight, as I cooked dinner, I almost fell down twice because my ankle went numb so fast I wasn't sure if it was going there from one moment to the next.
I'm annoyed. I wish my body would just let me be for a change. I'm tired of the pains. I feel 66, not 26.
Tuesday night and Wednesday, I was in a big fog. I couldn't really pinpoint what was bothering me. Perhaps it was the B I got on my graphics test, or maybe it was the election results, or maybe it was the lack of sleep and all of the shit I had to do. Whatever it was, I had no energy to study for my psych0l0gy test. I'm pretty sure I bombed it, but whatever. As one of my professors said, I'm allowed to have an eeyore day, especially given all of the life changes I've been going through over the last few months. I just wished these days didn't run into the week I had so many tests.
My psych0l0gy teacher gave us an extra 6 days to do our papers, which was gratefully accepted since I only had two paragraphs done.
Otherwise, everything else has been finished. The tests in Math, Graphics, and Psych0l0gy, the papers for English, and the graphics project are all behind me. This gives me a few days to breathe before I need to start focusing on finals. I'll be spending that time cleaning and doing my regular homework.
I'm still stuck on the roller coaster that is school, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, I think. Two more days.
My back has decided it hates me. At any moment, my spine is going to fall to the ground in a million pieces and I will scream JENGA! The shooting pain in my right thigh is annoying. And painful. Did you know you could jump from a shooting pain in your back if you pee with a messed up disc? No? Me either. Now I do. I will not pee. I will not pee. I will not pee.
I've seen various bloggers post about their 30 days of truth, so I figured I would post mine on the days I am having trouble blogging, but since I don't have time tonight, I will just put up the list so I know where to start tomorrow, Thursday, some day.
Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself. Day 02 → Something you love about yourself. Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for. Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for. Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life. Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do. Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for. Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit. Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted. Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know. Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on. Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on. Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.) Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter) Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it. Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without. Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something. Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage. Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics? Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol. Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do? Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life. Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life. Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter) Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today. Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why? Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now? Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do? Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why. Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself
Anyways, today is day 2 of NaBloPoMo and so far, I suck. Lucky for you, I still have 28 more chances to make it right.
Speaking of luck, I have a cool giveaway coming up Thursday, Friday, soon, some day. So keep checking back for the deets.
Today is the beginning of NaBloPoMo. Of course it kicks off the week I'm slammed with work. Despite this, I'm going to try posting for 30 days straight. On your marks, get set, GO!
I turned in my English paper today. Tomorrow I have a test. Wednesday I have a test and another paper due. Thursday I have a project and another paper due. Are you jealous yet?
I meant to post this last week, but I was a little overwhelmed with school and the custody case. Please forgive me. In any event, thanks to Random.org, Cynthia is lucky #2. Please email me your address and I will get you a copy of the book out!
We got a bill from our lawyer on Saturday. Guess who owes $1,750? Le sigh.
Speaking of money we owe, I just remembered A has a doctors appointment Thursday. There goes another $75.