Probably a really long post
I am still so mad about the dog poop thing. I still hope and pray they got the notes left on my door. I want to post another one just in case, but I’ll try to resist. Telling me that you are going to call animal control is like someone telling you parents that they are going to take your kids away from you or call child protective services on you. Okay, I love my dogs SOOOOO much. I still know that I will love my kids more though, so it’s not the exact same, but it is pretty close.
I am the kind of person that will do the the opposite of what you tell me to do because I hate being told what to do. I want to live my dogs crap out there all day long, just to piss them off. I’ve been putting the poop bag in my pocket, so in case they see me, they will think that I have nothing to pick it up with.
New York was cool. I mean, it’s wasn’t all that great, but it was good to get away and see family. It’s a small town blocks from Buffalo. The economy is so bad. They closed down a lot of fun things you used to be able to do there. There’s no jobs, from what I hear. It’s like a poor place compared to Virginia Beach. Houses that cost $500,000 there would probably cost $1,000,000 here. There’s barely any traffic. It takes a few minutes to get from one city to the next. It’s depressing there, which my mom always told me. I’ve been there and to Niagara Falls before, but not since I was a teenager.
My aunt showed me the high school my grandfather (my birth father’s dad) was the principal of and they all went to. Kind of funny, my mom married her principals son, and that he turned out to be a crack head. I almost spelled that “principle”, but I remembered the principal is your pal lol. My dad’s family lives somewhere up there in NY. I don’t talk to them. We just kind of lost touch. I saw them last when I was 13, and that’s the last time I talked to them. They are EXTREMELY religious. My mom’s family is too, but no where near the degree they are. My uncle (dad’s brother) used to read the Bible to me.
I hate flying. Taking off scares me the most. Every time something happens, I think we’re going to crash. Every time we slow down, speed up, tilt, go higher, go lower, the vibrations stop, the vibrations start, the engines or whatever stop making a noise. If we hit turbulence, I’d be the one screaming “we’re all going to die!”
My parents apparently spent all weekend with Christy and her family. My dad went to some NASCAR race with her dad in Richmond on Saturday. They didn’t get home until 4am! Christy just called me freaking out because she doesn’t know if she left her purse over my mom’s, and my mom is in bed and not answering. She would definitely lose her head if it wasn’t attached. She constantly loses stuff. Maybe it’s because she has kids and works a lot. My mom got a myspace (embarrassing), and Christy put her on her top 8 lol. She’s not even on mine or my brother’s top 8. I feel bad because I treat her so badly, and I do love her SOOOO much. She’s the only person in this world that I could not live without… literally. My brother doesn’t treat her bad. I tried hard today to be nice to her because I don’t want her to die/be dying and think of how I treated her bad. I want her to know how much I love her.
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