I love Bon Jovi and carbs.

Sat, 04 Dec 2004 14:26:30 GMT


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Thu, 04 Nov 2004 00:53:35 GMT

Ok, I cleaned up my friends list. It was pretty easy. If I took you off, it's because you're a drunken whore.
From now on I'll probably lock most of my posts, because I can't really afford a good psychiatrist and the internet is free. Kind of. At least it's not $100 an hour.

Fri, 24 Sep 2004 00:50:08 GMT

This is no longer a journal. It is a bitch-fest for my school complaints and ex-husband woes.

Ex-husband woes? Again? Everyone wants to know what he's done now? Sure, I'll tell you. Thanks for asking.
Nothing new really, except lied through his teeth right to my face (that's nothing new) but this time it was such a huge, extensive story he gave me, I think he almost spent more time coming up with it than he would have spent had he actually rectified the issue at hand. Which is, of course, that he has not paid child support in over a month. After we went to court in July, he was paid up (only because he was threatened with jail), and had the court-ordered wage withholding. The, there was the August fiasco where he did not show up for his other rule-in, and had the FTA warrant issued. Well, he paid up for that to get the warrant off and avoid jail. He hasn't paid anything since then except $50, which isn't even an entire payment. He is supposedly employed now. He told me he had implemented the wage withholding and paid up at court, and that his next payday (which was like, last week, he said) the money would start being taken from his check.
So I get nothing. I called wage withholding at court today, and they know nothing about it. They were not even aware he was employed again. He didn't request the forms nor did he send anything in. In addition to that, he has been ruled in to court AGAIN (for the SIXTH TIME since Aug. 2003) for October 26th. I gave the court his "employment" info, and they are going to send paperwork to his boss, and also serve him with his rule-in papers at his job. Ha ha ha ha ha. HAHAHAHA. I fucking hate his guts. I am so tired of this shit. I hope he goes to jail.

I took a walk with Chloë tonight and she insisted on wearing her Santa hat and fleece boots. With shorts and a tshirt.
Then when we got home, she watched the Nightmare before Christmas (for the fiftieth time this week) and actually let me take a shower all by myself. Earlier though, Rearden scratched her leg pretty badly, so she was limping all over the place and being pouty. Right now she is laying on my bed with her leg up on a pillow, being a drama queen. Now it is time for bed. Tomorrow there is no school for C, no work for me, and hopefully we will sleep in.

Red rum!

Sun, 19 Sep 2004 23:27:57 GMT

Is it Danny Lloyd from The Shining, or is it my daughter? We may never know.

Lil' Danny!

Sun, 19 Sep 2004 15:36:44 GMT

C-money is the one running in the middle, turquoise shirt:

Here you go, Jerritt! The famous butt-picking picture:

In the middle again:

Here she is on the right:

Sun, 19 Sep 2004 15:28:25 GMT

Sean has now decided that Chloë's hair now makes her look like a young Adam Rich, hence her new nickname, "Lil' Nicholas".

Sun, 19 Sep 2004 01:51:12 GMT

Sean bought a new iPod...for HIMSELF. Bastard. I want such things.

P.S. I will post pictures of C-money playing soccer as soon as I get them out of the camera and put them on photobucket. I have been very busy not buying iPods. Sorry for the delay.

Mon, 13 Sep 2004 02:53:15 GMT

Megan, Leanne - Soccer pictures on the way! Possibly tomorrow, as tonight I must sleep. I got some really cute ones of C running and one of her picking her shorts out of her butt during a time out. Nice!

Sun, 12 Sep 2004 21:42:08 GMT

Happy Birthday Whitney!!!

Sat, 11 Sep 2004 04:09:13 GMT

Can't go to sleep before I take meaningless quizzes! I just can't.
This one is funny, because it has a Maggie cartoon on it. And I used to desperately want that exact cartoon as a tattoo. I kinda still do. I'm lame. No wait, I'm a "punk rock mommy".

You're a punk rock mommy! DIY is probably your
motto, because you're a punk mama at heart.
Your kids are getting your independent spirit
and guts, and learning to solve problems
themselves. You love it when they show their
independence, even when it's breaking your
heart.

What kind of a freaky mother are you?
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Sat, 11 Sep 2004 03:40:28 GMT

Tonight I took C-money and her friend Mackenzie to the USC v. Portland soccer game so they could see an actual game before their first one tomorrow. They recieved Sonic slushes for good behavior. They ate Skittles and shouted at the soccer players. It was hot as hell and some kid spilled a coke which attracted like, eighty thousand mosquitos and gnats. On the way home the girls invented a song that went "dance, dance, monkey pants" and Chloë kept yelling "let's get stupid in here", and there was a near pantswetting from laughing too much.
Must sleep now, because we have to get up early.
Tomorrow I will require a nap.

Thu, 09 Sep 2004 03:06:01 GMT

Oh yeah. And after looking at ALLcentral and seeing Nat's pictures, I'm hopelessly sad that I didn't go to Tulsa last weekend. Even though it would have put us out about $1,000 for plane tickets. Boo-hoo.

Thu, 09 Sep 2004 02:49:41 GMT

This morning I overslept. I'm not sure if the alarm didn't go off, or if I didn't set it, or if I turned it off, or what...but I woke up at 7:10 when Paige got up to feed the dog and slammed the back door. Then I realized that we needed to leave in about 5 minutes, and the kiddo was still asleep. Nice.
She made it in only about 5 minutes late, because I hauled it and sent her in with bed head and a belly full of fruit snacks and dry Rice Krispies. At least the fruit snacks have vitamin C. I did shove a vitamin in her on the way out.

Yesterday was some sort of record for the amount of tornadoes in one day in SC. At 11, when I was watching the news, the count was at 41, and that was with 2 more touching down at that time. One went through just west of where I live, and north to Newberry where Coye lives. I called her at 11 to make sure she was up and hiding in the bathtub or something, and the sirens in Newberry were going off, but she was fine. Kinda scary though. For some reason where I live is a tornado magnet, so we were lucky that it passed over us with minimal damage. A few years ago one hit nearby and fucked things up pretty badly.

And in other fabulous news, I finally figured out how to type umlauts, among other things, so I can finally put them on Chloë's name. She's an 80's metal baby.
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YAY!

Wed, 08 Sep 2004 23:30:03 GMT

Oh yeah, and since Chloe now knows for sure that "C" and "K" sometimes make the same sound, she has decided that from now on she wants to spell her name "Khloe".

Wed, 08 Sep 2004 01:44:45 GMT

This weekend we went (close to) Atlanta to visit bf's sister Carly. The weather was decent, actually, but we did not go to Charleston Saturday. Chloe was really pretty good on the trip there. We had a nice weekend. Carly has a dog named Basil, which Chloe decided to rename Bizzle, and spent the entire weekend saying things like "I love you, Bizzle my dizzle" and "Hey Bizzle my shizzle". Sean says with her hair all mop head Chloe resembles Roger Daltrey, which she kinda does, so everyone called her Lil' Roger Daltrey and she got a little miffed with that. Carly took us out to eat at the resturaunt where she is a chef, and we had a fancy dinner and Chloe actually ate almost an entire pizza. She was excellent in the behavior department. The food was awesome.
Got home late last night. Chloe fell asleep on the way, and I got her into bed without waking her up. This morning it rained like a motherfucker and there were various lovely things such as: terrible car accidents, flooding, and tornadoes. Thank you, Frances! Chloe was late to school and I was 45 minutes late to class, thanks to some ho-bag who ran a red light and busted up someone's Sentra at the intersection in front of Chloe's school. Nice.
Tonight soccer got rained out again. There is a makeup practice Thursday, if it doesn't rain again. Her first soccer game is Saturday! She is really excited, which is hilarious, considering she has no clue how to play soccer and has practiced once. It'll be fun!

Thu, 02 Sep 2004 09:45:56 GMT

It's 5:30am and I am not pleased to be awake, but I am grateful for diet Pepsi Vanilla. I loathe getting up while it is still dark.

Wed, 01 Sep 2004 23:51:28 GMT

There's a hurricane a'comin'. it's raining like a bastard outside.

The neighbors are having their daughter's birthday party (on a Wednesday night? Yeah, I know...) and there are cars parked all in front of our house and down the street. They couldn't fit 30 cars in their forty foot long driveway? Whatever.

I am fixing to go get C from my mom's. I worked late, came home, did stupid English, took a shower (by myself, which was nice) and now I will go get her. Then, I will come home, and do algebra. The fun never ends.

I am not sure about the weekend plans since there's a hurricane a'comin'. Charleston would not be advisable, seeing as how it's on the coast. Georgia would be sensible, although I am not sure that the weather would be good driving weather.
The dog is going to freak out in this weather, so Paige will probably stay here this weekend, which means Mike will be here, too...and bf and Chloe and me. This house is too small. So who knows where anyone is going.

Truthfully, I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay home and sleep. I am not in the mood to deal with real life, and I really wish class would get cancelled tomorrow, or the school would lose electricity or something. I just want to bring Chloe home, both of us climb into my bed, and stay there. Until like, Saturday.

Wed, 01 Sep 2004 21:29:23 GMT

Steve, I have to write something on that Faulkner story about the old lady named Emily who sleeps with the corpse. HELP.

Wed, 01 Sep 2004 01:10:14 GMT

So sometimes I watch this show on Fox, "Trading Spouses". The wife from the "affluent" family is always a huge bitch, and the wife from the "disadvantaged" family is always really nice and compassionate. And this guy on the new one with the switched dads, the guy from the country that they stuck in the Big City, I love him. He's really sweet. Even though he has like, no bottom teeth. His kids are jerks, though.
I have some sort of pulled muscle in my back that is killing me. If I sit up straight is it better. When I lay down, or sit bent over, it sucks. So right now, it is kinda ok. Lucky me! The internet has saved my back.

Chloe is officially in the Mop Head phase of growing her hair out. It's outrageous. She looks like the singer from the Strokes or something. All shaggy and in her face. She wants to grow her bangs out. So I went to Walgreen's and got her a bunch of hair thingies on sale today. Some plastic headbands, some new clips, and some stretchy headband things. Also some of those little claw clips, which do a pretty good job. This kid has crazy thick hair, and she has the worst time with clips staying in. She has to use those scunci clips for thick hair, those kid barettes won't work anymore.
Not that anyone was interested in that, but hey, it's my journal!

I hope that everyone is okay from GASTON. Worst hurricane name, ever. No wait..."Hermine" was worse, but that was only a tropical storm.There is a town in SC called Gaston, only it's not pronounced the fancy french way...it's Gaston like Gas-ten. Or as the locals say, "Gazzden". All I can think of is like, chitlin festivals and Peach parades. All kinds of fests celebrating food. That's what Gaston makes me think of.
Anyway, I hope everyone is safe. I heard Virginia got it bad. Angela, hope you guys are okay!

Sat, 28 Aug 2004 19:02:40 GMT

We stopped at Krispy Kreme on the way home.
Now I am filled with Key Lime Pie donuts and bf is asleep. I love Saturdays. Soon, we will go to Sears to look at treadmills. I figured, I might buy exercise equipment today...why not gorge on donuts?
It just made sense at the time.

Sat, 28 Aug 2004 14:02:43 GMT

I ask this question:
Why is it, that during the week when we need to be up and out of the house at like 7am, Chloe sleeps til I wake her up and complains of exhaustion and generally whines about not wanting to get out of bed and asks when the weekend will finally be here, but then on Saturdays she is up at 5am?!?
I do not get it.

Last night her friend Taylor left a message asking her to come play, but by the time we got it, it was too late. So I said maybe today before her g-pa comes for her at 11, so at 9:30 Taylor's mom called and invited her C over. She ran over there approximately 5 seconds later. So now I can take a shower BY MYSELF! How thrilling!
She is spending the night at her grandparents (her dad's parents) tonight, so Sean and I get to pretend like we're adults. Which means we will probably just swear a lot and sleep late.
We're going to eat lunch at El Burrito...mmmmm...burritos...cheese dip...mmmmm.

Yesterday we kicked the soccerball around in the yard and Chloe told me I was no good at soccer. Thanks, kid.

I think the roommate's boyfriend slept over last night, but I'm not sure. I am trying to refrain from walking around in my underwear in case he decides to make an appearance.

And finally, Chloe's balloon from Publix has become entangled in the ceiling fan. We have vaulted ceilings or whatever they're called, and the fan has to hang down from a pole because the ceiling is not level. Anyway, the balloon is tangled around the pole attached to the ceiling, and even bf is not tall enough to get it loose, even when he stands on the big chair, and he's pretty tall. So I guess I need to borrow someone's ladder. So we can't turn the fan on until I fix it and that sucks.

Time for a shower! Yay!

Why do all of the fortune-telling animals hate me? Why?

Wed, 25 Aug 2004 01:17:26 GMT


	All life is suffering, punctuated by brief moments of happiness. I predict yours will be no different. Actually, it will be worse. HA HA!

Billy's Weird...cat...thing tells your fortune!

Tue, 24 Aug 2004 02:07:49 GMT

It seemed to escape me that school started tomorrow. I forgot about it until, oh...about an hour ago. It's tomorrow at fucking 8am. How could I forget this? I probably would have just dropped Chloe off at school and headed to work like a dumbass. Or come back home and gone to bed. Then realized I forgot my first day of classes. I am so tired of school. This is my fourth semester in a row. I've never gone to college that long before in my life. When I went before, I took summers off. And I don't get a break until I graduate. Fucking fuckers.
I packed my bag, which hadn't been cleaned out since last semester finished. I had to take out all of my psych stuff, put new paper in my binders, blah blah blah. I sharpened my pencils and packed my bag with my new books. I better get fucking A's.

Tomorrow Mackenzie is coming home with Chloe from school. I don't know if this is the greatest thing in the world or the worst idea I ever had. Chloe is so excited she couldn't go to sleep. I think they'll hole up in her room and break out the dress up clothes. As long as they let me do my own thing, I don't care if they destroy Swan Lake or dismember the barbies or whatever. Their first soccer practice is tomorrow at 5:30. Missy gave me Matt's cleats from last year, which fit Chloe perfectly, and his old shin guards. I found soccer shorts on clearance today for $3 a pair, so I bought two. Her soccer ball was only $5, so this it turning out to be cheaper than I thought. I'm glad I don't have to buy her new shoes.

Ok, time for bed. I have shitty class in the morning, so I have to drop Chloe off early. Which means we have to leave at about 6:45 am. Fucking fuckers.

Sun, 22 Aug 2004 23:34:37 GMT

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Fri, 20 Aug 2004 04:13:10 GMT

I am sick but I cannot sleep. Maybe because since I didn't have any clients this morning, I came back home and slept most of the day. Tomorrow I have to go straight to work after I drop C off at school, so no sweatpants drop off for me. School starts next week for me, so the end of sleep as I know it is upon me. I have an 8am class Tu and Th, so I have to drop her off and book it to school. And I'd like to add I adore having Saturdays off, now. It is such a relief. Tomorrow is Chloe's last day going to afterschool day care. She is fucking elated, and I am, too. We're both very excited that she gets to be a "car rider". Today we got home after 6 and by the time we ate, took a bath, and I got her to sleep, it was like 9pm. And that was with no fun time added in. I am so looking forward to being home on the afternoons.

Why did Sephora send me a catalog? Now I feel the need to purchase tons of make up. I am having this terrible urge to run up my credit card with useful things such as heated eyelash curlers and lip gloss and blotting papers.

Bf is coming over tomorrow. Probably just going to rent videos and pick up something to eat, as Chloe wants to see Freaky Friday again and I promised her she could watch it ON Friday (I am so nice!). Saturday we're taking her to Matt's b-day party, then I need to go buy her soccer things for Tuesday's practice.
I want a milkshake from Coldstone. I want one now, but I will wait til Saturday.

I wish I could go to sleep, but the internet is calling me. I should go freeze my credit card before I get in trouble.

I love Bon Jovi and carbs.

Red rum!

Why do all of the fortune-telling animals hate me? Why?

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