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It's a hard-knock life for me!!!!! [19 Feb 2002|12:57pm]
[ mood | devious ]

My philosophy is still: Life's a bitch and then you die!
I just got out of the hospital a week ago Monday. Good to be out and to have my cigarettes back. I was hospitalized for 5 days. On the 16th and 17th of January, I took a bunch of different pills (not all at once)I had one bicardi and coke at a bar at lunchtime, and then on the way to my Pshych appointment, I had a little time to "kill" (so to speak), and I stopped at a liquor store and got a pint of bacardi, got a coke out of the machine outside the liquor store. I had ice with me, because I always take my own ice to work. (The water at work tastes like blood or rusty nails) I only had one more drink. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that one drink that I made was only a third of the pint. I was also popping Alprazalam (generic for xanax, pronounced zanex). I only tasted it at the liquor store and then drove to the shrinks office. While I was waiting for the time for my appointment to get there I sat in the parking lot of the doctor's office and finished my "one" drink.
I guess I must have smelled like rum, but the dead give away was when I ran into the door facing on my way into her office.
She went to go get the nurse that prescribes medication and they decided that I couldn't go home in that condition. My boss and her husband came and picked me up and took my to Methodist Hospital where they kept me overnight for observation, on a heart monitor. My heart rate would go way up and then go way down. It still wasn't stablized when they released me, but I think they released me cause I sneaked out on them to have a cigarette. They called security and I doubled back on security and went into the non-smoking courtyard. I figured they would never guess that I would go to THAT area. They were looking for me out front and out back, not in the middle.
Well so much for that escapade.
On 30 Jan 02, I went into my bedroom and slit my wrists, guess where they put me?
That's right!
The psych ward. They Baker acted me (which means I was considered a danger to myself & the law says they can hold me for 72 hrs against my will.
The real problem was that they didn't Baker act me until I had already been there for 2 days, and they had me on a 48 hour suicide watch. (Around the clock babysitting)They can't hold you after 72 hours has transpired.
All in all, a fun time was not had by any of us. (Them or Me)
As I'm writing this I am drunk or semi-drunk (depends on your point of view). My kids are going to piss there pants or have a cow or something if they read this.

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Thank God ! [28 Dec 2001|03:35pm]
[ mood | ecstatic ]

Well, I made it thru Christmas, still alive. (Yes, I had my doubts). It wasn't as bad as I imagined it was going to be, but of course, Mom tried to put me on a guilt trip simply because I wanted to leave. It took us 1 1/2 hours to divide up the food. (Three ways). It was after 10:00 when I got home, and from the stress of even going over there, it felt like my body had been beaten with a stick.
Actually, I took a couple of shots of rum, just to get up the courage to go, and even then the thought of turning back just seemed like such a wonderful idea. My girls wouldn't let me though. I think they thought that I should 'face my fears'.
It's not that I'm really afraid of my Mom, it's just that I never know what to expect from her. (Put downs, nasty comments, comparisons to any and every member of the family that she deems to be better than me)
She usually gives each of us a gift envelope with some cash and she had mentioned that she still hadn't put the money in the envelopes yet. "I" wasn't going to be the one to remind her, cause then it would look like I was just there for the cash. I really only went because the girls look forward to celebrating Christmas in our old tradition of 'to Grandmother's House we go'. I honestly wanted to just run away from home for Christmas. Someplace where they don't celebrate ANY holidays. I'll be glad when New Year's is over with! Maybe then I can move on an even keel for a while.
My Mom really shocked me though. The day after Christmas the girls and my adopted son Robert went to Circle Center Mall (downtown)and had hydromassages. Walked around and then went to see Lord of the Rings (Fellowship of the Rings). Had a great time. Then after we got home my Mom called me. SHE CALLED ME! (A small miracle in itself) She said that she had forgotten to give us our Christmas money. I told her I was working from 8 to 12 on Thursday and I could stop by to pick it up after that. She said "No (get this), your Dad and I will be out and about tomorrow, so I thought we could stop by and drop it off." I was totally stymied. She has been to my house a total of 2 times in the 9 years that I have lived there. And only one of those times was she there for any length of time. She actually came into my house and sat down on MY couch and she and Dad stayed for about an hour. I was totally thrilled. Now granted, she wouldn't take her scarf and coat off, but she did come in and she stayed a whole hour.
It was better than any Christmas present she could ever have given me. (But I didn't dare say so, cause she might get insulted or mad), so I just enjoyed the visit while it lasted, and walked around all evening saying "My Mommie came to my house, she actually came to my house" It was truly wonderful, and I can't even tell her how much it meant to me.
Well, at least I had something good to say for a change. HUH?
Later,
Mamalion:~)

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Shrunken head! [27 Nov 2001|03:51pm]
[ mood | intimidated ]

Well, I just came from my shrink, but I still don't feel good about the Holidays. I am very Thankful that Thanksgiving is over with. One down 2 to go. Christmas is the one I dread the most. My kids say they wouldn't mind if we didn't go to my Mom & Dad's for Christmas, but I'm such a coward. I just don't have the guts to tell the woman that I don't want to spend any holidays with her. She has ruined it for me and it used to be my favorite time of the year. I know she'll throw a real shitfit if I don't go and I don't think I can handle that either. It really the only time we all cook as a family. I feel bad about it because I don't want to hurt my Dad. He been really sweet to me lately. I think he knows that something is not just right with me about the holidays, and I think he knows it's because of the way Mom acted 2 years ago on Christmas. If I had any backbone at all, I would have just gotten up and left and never gone back. Lynn the Wimp, that's me. Gutless wonder.
Later,
Mamalion:~(

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HOLIDAY BLUES [16 Nov 2001|03:37pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

I have never been more depressed in my life about the holidays. I don't want to celebrate ANY holidays anymore. If I could dig a hole and crawl into it and have someone dig me up after new years day I think I could get through this in one piece.
I feel sorry for my kids for having me as a mother. They are always so excited about the holidays and I used to be too. I really can't even figure out what't wrong with me.
I know that my mom doesn't act right, even though she's a really nice person to everyone except me.
I know that I will never truly have her love, ever. I know there is nothing in this world that can ever make her love me. If I've gone this many years without her love, you'd think that I'd be used to it by now. I can't do anything to make her love me. I can't do anything that pleases her. She raves about my 2 brothers, like they are the most wonderful things in the world. Well hell, they both moved out of state to get away from her controlling, manipulating ways. One lives in Idaho and one lives in Louisiana. Long shot from Indiana, huh? Maybe I should move away too and then she'd like me better.
She's ridiculed me all of my life about being Tommy Smothers, you know, "Mom always liked you best"? But it really is true. I'm her only daughter and she just picks me apart. Can't do anything right. I've got 2 daughters that are honor students, I've worked at my Federal job for 29 years, I've never asked them for anything. I've always tried to be independent because I never felt like I could depend on my parents for anything. She paid off my kid brother's child support to the state of Indiana, when he moved out of state, so they wouldn't think he was a deadbeat dad. That's $100.00 a month for 10 years. Geez, let's see that' $1200.00 a year for 10 years. Golly gosh, that's $12000.00 isn't it? I could use that kind of cash to buy me a car. Mine is on it's last legs. It's an '83 Buick rustmobile and mom keeps saying "I wish you'd get a new car". I can't afford to have a car payment. I'm paying for my house, kids, everything all by myself. My oldest is wanting to go to college in the fall of next year. My ex owes me over $8000.00 in back child support and if he doesn't stay clean til his probation is up, he's looking at 456 days in jail for probation violation. He would have gone to jail on the 13th of November, if I hadn't showed up in court and told the judge he needs to keep his job (1st full time job in a year) so he can start paying his child support. I know! I know! Do I want some cheese with that whine????????????
I can't help it. I just can't seem to get out of this blue funk. I just came from my shrink and she's afraid I'm going to do something drastic and stupid. Told me to call her if I get too down. Funny, or maybe not so funny, I'm afraid I'm going to do somedthing drastic too. I sometimes scare myself with the thoughts that go through my head, and it seems to get worse as the holidays approach. I don't want to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas anywhere. I just want the holidays to go away, or me to go away. Aw, what the fuck. Life's a bitch and then you die!
Enough whinning and moaning for now.
Later, maybe?
Mamalion:~(

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Evacuation Drill Day [08 Nov 2001|05:43pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

Well today was an odd one for sure. They evacuated the entire post at what used to be Ft. Harrison. Police, fire department, helicopter, medics, the whole nine yards. It was just a drill to see how we would be able to handle the real thing. Hey it seemed like it went pretty smooth. What was really funny about it, was my team leader sent out a message telling everyone He would be wearing an 'orange vest' so we would be able to see him when we got outside the building. We had to meet in a designated spot and have our names checked off the list and then we could leave and go home. What he failed to tell everyone is that there were about 100 people wearing orange vests. I sent him back an email message telling him I would be the one in the yellow and green spotted red chiffon. (and I sent it to everyone he sent his message too) They cracked up. This morning I wore a bright red blouse into work and one of our systems people had some of those little round colored dots (green and yellow, of course) and she helped me put them on all over the front and back of my blouse. It was quite fun and every got a great big kick out of it. Needless to say I was on my way home by 2:00 p.m. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!Let's hear it for the evacuation drill.
Hey, I think we should keep practicing this drill every day until we get it perfect. Don't you?????
Mamalion:~)

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Copied to let all my friends know. [08 Nov 2001|05:40pm]
[ mood | drained ]

Re: I would have lashed
lynniepooh
2001-11-06 14:35 (link)
I don't know what I did but my message that I was posting just disappeared. Hey! I'm magic!!
What I was saying was that she seems to be doing pretty well, under the circumstances. She was able to get in to see her shrink the very next day and she saw her again on Monday, the 5th. The school is being very nasty about the whole thing. No one would return my calls and no one even acted on it at school until I showed up in the office on Parents In Touch Day (which was Thursday). They wanted to know why I hadn't contacted them earlier. I told them I talked to Erika's counselor twice on Tuesday and left two messages regarding the matter with the Vice Principal on his voice mail and left three messages with a human asking him to return my calls. No one contacted me. The next day I went through the same procedure and still no call back. Then Thursday I showed up on their doorstep. I was furious. I prayed that God would help me keep my kool, and a couple of times I almost lost it, but I did maintain.
Now they are asking me for a copy of the police report to verify the attack. Like they don't believe it happened. I went downtown to get a copy of it and the detective told me that THEY don't NEED a copy of it. Why would they need it?
I told him I was asking the same question, and they said the company that hires the drivers has to have it. FOR WHAT!
The bus driver lied and said that Erika asked to be let off at that place, instead of him asking her if it was okay for him to let her off early so he didn't have to turn the bus around. I have a witness to that though. Also the driver said that she asked to be let off at the same stop on Oct. 31st, which is an out and out lie. She hasn't been on the activity bus since it happened. I've picked her up at school every night since, as I am going to do again tonight.(in about 30 minutes).
Before I went in and talked to the school today, I did what it said in this book I'm reading (suggested by my shrink). It's called The Great Deceiver by a Dr. Copley. It's about how Satan lies to us. Dr. Copley tells us to do what it says in Ephesians 6, to put on the full armor of God. So this morning I put on the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the helmet of salvation, the shoes of peace, the shield of faith, and the sword of the spirit (which is the word of God). Not once did I raise my voice or act in anyway but kind. I stated that the detective would not give me a copy of the police report because it is not his case and only the detective on the scene could release it to me. He gave me two of her cards. One I kept for myself and one I gave to them with Erika's name on it, the date of the incident, the case # and told them they would have to get in touch with her themselves to get a copy of the report.
I called the detective when I got home and she told me she would give me a copy of her report tonight, if I could come down there around 7:30 p.m. (she only works nights), and that I should let them see it, but not to give them a copy of it. Let them get their own copy. Make them do their own footwork and don't be their middleman. She said they should take some responsibility for letting her out four blocks from home, after dark. I agree with her.
Later,
Mamalion:~)
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Trust in the Lord! [02 Nov 2001|04:41pm]
[ mood | grateful ]

My oldest daughter was attacked Monday night,October 29th. I won't go into detail for her sake, but it had to be the most frightening thing that has ever happened to her. I know what it feels like to be violated. She's really okay, physically, but the mental tramma it the worst. She says she still doesn't remember how she got away from him. It's a total blank. I could tell the minute she came through the door that something was wrong. I had my youngest get her shoes and coat on and went and got in the car. I pulled a tire iron out from under the front seat and drove back to where he attacked her. He was either high or drunk or just plain stupid, because the idiot was still sitting there. I got the license plate # and memorized it and a complete discription of him. He left 3 minutes before the police got there. The police were able to apprehend him and said they had been looking for him for over a year. He is in jail now.
The only thing that I can figure out is that God took control of the situation. He had to be. She got away, physically unharmed and I did't try to kill him or anything.
My shrink said I did exactly everything right. If THAT isn't a miracle than I don't know what is. Praise the Lord for being there for us.
Mamalion:~)

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Oh-h-h! What a day I had today!?! [25 Oct 2001|05:04pm]
[ mood | yucky ]

I woke up with an excruciating headache. I don't know it it was from sinus, the sleeping pill I took before I went to bed, or the change in the dosage for my Zocor....whatever, it was horrible and I ended up not going to work.
Slept a lot, after I called in, but I still have a headache anyhow.
Had a scary thing happen at work, but didn't find out about it until the day was almost over on Monday. HazMat came in and covered one of the cubicles about 25 feet away from my desk with plastic and tape. Seems somebody got a letter from New Jersey with an odd stain and some substance inside. They finally release the info that it was found, but they haven't told us one way or the other if it's anthrax related.
That's the government for you. They probably won't tell us what it was until one of us dies. Then they will test us all when were too far gone. Just kidding! (or am I??????????)
They have really hopped up security around the building, especially entering the building. Makes us feel a little bit safer, kind of...
Well, I got people to do and things to see.....
Later,
Mamalion:~)

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Long time no update! [20 Oct 2001|02:41pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

Well I guess it has been a while since I updated my journal, so I guess now is the time to do just that.
I guess a lot of things have been going on in my life. My ex was put in jail for non-payment of child support (for 30 days,it was actually on 28 days) Our court date was on the 3rd of October. I went to the hearing, even though I did not have to. I figured he'd be getting out and that he'd need a ride home. He gave me a snotty look in court and then would not look at me. After the judge said he could be released, he looked at me again and I mouthed the words "Do you need a ride home?" He finally smiled at me. He was blaming me for his going to jail, when in actuality it was the judge that sent him to jail for non-compliance. He's the one that chose not to work and not to pay his child support. I had no control of any of the situation. The prosecutor's office does not represent me, they represent my kids. He had called his sister from jail and told her, "That Bitch had me put in jail". I was able to talk to him before they took him back over to process him out, and the sheriff said he could call me when all of the paperwork was done, probably around 8 p.m..
Well, I waited and waited and by 9:30, there still was no phone call, so I called prisoner information to see what was going on. They informed me that he wasn't going to be released because he was in violation of his probation. Well, I thought it was because he failed to tell his probation officer that he was in jail, but that was not the case.
In actuality, I found out (after numerous phone calls) that he had had a bench warrant out for his arrest for several counts of probation violation. I actually got in touch with his probation officer and he told me that he had continually tested positive for drugs (#1), he failed to go on 6 full time job interviews that were set up by his probation officer (#2) and that he had failed to show up to his probation officer for 2 weeks straight. At that time his probation officer requested a bench warrant for his arrest. The officers went to his home to pick him up and he would not answer the door. So they went to where he was working part-time and he saw them coming and ran. They followed him home and he would not answer the door again. So running from them was #3. When they went to release him from jail on the 3rd, the bench warrant popped up and they held him. He just got out on his own recognizance 11th. He has a court date on the 13th of November. His PO told me he may end up going to jail to serve his full sentence of a year and a half. Geez, I hope not!
His Mom just died Thursday night and he was going to leave the state without contacting the authorities. I talked him into getting in touch with them so he wouldn't be considered a fugitive. Boy, that one scared me! He did get permission to go, as long as he returns with a copy of her death certificate. I feel very sad for him, but he only seems to be interested in the fact that his family is giving him his mother's car. He is going to drive back from California.
I guess I'm a real sap, 'cause I really DO care about him, even though we've been divorced for 6 years. I love him still, but could never, ever take him back. I would be a true FOOL to do that. But I don't want him in jail, and I don't want him to be sad about his mother's death, but he just doesn't seem to care about anybody but himself. (And sometimes, he doesn't even to that).
Well, I just rambling on and on and you all probably stopped reading this a long time ago.
The girls are really doing great. Their grades are absolutely wonderful. Erika is so exited about the possibility of attending Butler next year. Geez, I pray that I can make that happen for her.
Mandy is her wonderful self, mopy at times and happy and crazy and fun all rolled into one. I sure do love those two babies of mine!!!
I know that they are not really babies anymore, but I will always think of them like that even though they are both pretty mature young ladies. Well, gotta scoot and catch up on my friends and communities. (Thank God, huh? You thought I'd never stop, right?)
Love you all,
Mamalion:~)

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Titanic [29 Sep 2001|03:28pm]
[ mood | discontent ]

Last night was the 1st time that I experienced the musical Titanic. We had really great seats. The musical was absolutely fabulous. What wonderful voices. It was so great. Robert and Jill did a dance number and they were really the best. The stage was on hydralics and really tilted at quite a huge angle. If they weren't already sold out for all of the shows, I'd say go see it. They are performing 8 count 'em 8 shows over a period of 2 weeks.
I enjoyed the whole thing tremedously.
I got my hair cut today and the silver is really starting to show through, but I think I'll enjoy the real color back again. I get so tired of messing with dyes. It makes me look older than I really am but I know how old I am, so who cares?
I'm finally out of my depression for now. I see-saw back and forth so much, I should probably put on roller skates to keep up with my personality & emotion changes. I don't go back to the shrink until the 16th of October, but I really think I need to see her more often. Maybe I should give her a call and see if she could work me in sooner. Maybe not.
Gotta go
Mamalion:~)

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Patriotic, But Frightened! [14 Sep 2001|05:17pm]
[ mood | dedicated ]

Went home at 10:00 a.m. on Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001. It is very frightening working for the Federal government when you know you work in the building that moves the money, that moves the Army. We just so happen to have 18 sites in the state of Indiana that are key targets for terrorists. I went and got my kids from school when I saw on the news that they would allow us to. My youngest was just confused, but my 17 year old had called my work 5 times and called home twice, with no answer. She was scared fecesless (bonus points?). Her face lit up like a light when they brought her downstairs and she saw me standing there. I was so scared to stay there, because I'm all that my kids have right now. Their Grandparents are down at the lakes, their Uncles live in Louisiana and Idaho, and their dead-beat dad is in jail until October 5th for nonpayment of child support. So-o-o-o tag, I'm it. They were so worried about me and it was good that we could all be together at such a horrifying time.
They tried to talk me out of going to work on Wednesday too, but I told the look, we beleive in God and we beleive in our country. We cannot let these terrorist bring our country to a standstill. We especially have to keep the Army running now. I told them that I took an oath of office, just like the President of the United States...To Protect and Defend...I told them to just remember that we are in the hollow of Gods's hands, and if anything did happen to me, to just remember that I will be in a better place. They then agreed that I should go to work.
I still doesn't make it any less scary, but I feel like I'm doing what I can to help our country. I know that it sounds pretty corny, but I am a true patriot and I believe in my God and my Country, and I will fight to my death to defend it. May God Bless You All and God Bless the USA.
Long winded - AIN'T I?
Love,
Mamalion:~)

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The vampires got me today [06 Sep 2001|05:54pm]
[ mood | wacky ]

Well, I only had to work 4 hours today, Ha Ha! I gave blood at work and they give you four hours off to recuperate. I honestly did feel a little drained. I almost fell asleep on the way home. I keep wiggling around in the seat to try to stay awake til I got home. I bet the other drivers thought I either had hemmroids or was just trying to get myself off or something. I did have this one driver come around from behind me at a stop light and grin really strangly at me. Wonder what HE was thining? Well, he didn't follow me home, so I guess that's a good thing. Gotta go and distribute children to there various landings.
See ya,
Mamalion:~)

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The vampires got me today [06 Sep 2001|05:54pm]
[ mood | wacky ]

Well, I only had to work 4 hours today, Ha Ha! I gave blood at work and they give you four hours off to recuperate. I honestly did feel a little drained. I almost fell asleep on the way home. I keep wiggling around in the seat to try to stay awake til I got home. I bet the other drivers thought I either had hemmroids or was just trying to get myself off or something. I did have this one driver come around from behind me at a stop light and grin really strangly at me. Wonder what HE was thining? Well, he didn't follow me home, so I guess that's a good thing. Gotta go and distribute children to there various landings.
See ya,
Mamalion:~)

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Been such a long time [31 Aug 2001|06:20pm]
[ mood | devious ]

Wow, it's been a while since I actually had time to post to my LJ. I missed you all. I really do enjoy writing in here. I'm seeing a shrink, but I honestly think I need to see her more often than I am, cause I got some really mixed up stuff going on in my head. I try to be a good parent, but I am really doubting myself. I have a really hard time with discipline. It breaks my heart to have to tell my kids no, and then to stick to it. The bad part about this, is that they know it too, and buddy do they push my buttons, using it to the hilt. (Well, one does more than the other one does) You ALL know which one I mean too! Don't you dear?
I've moved to the 2nd floor at work and that's so much better, because now I only have to climb to flights of stairs, instead of four. They didn't move me by the Colonel's office, like they were planning on doing, (Hm-m-m-m, wonder why? lol)but the Colonel waited until I left my cubicle and went over and was checking out all my pictures, posters, bumper stickers, pins and signs. He smiled at me twice and didn't tell me to take down my poster of the Chippendales, so I guess were Kool! I had already planned on telling the Colonel, if he asked about that poster, or told me take it down, that those were pictures of my
sons. (HeeHeeHee) Could he prove that they weren't? Well going to check out my friends and communities journals.
Later,
Mamalion:~)

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Library's closing [25 Aug 2001|05:18pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Oh well, Hi and Goodbye. Have a great weekend!
Mamalion:~)

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Moving Again [18 Aug 2001|02:43pm]
I thought that this was a little mystical, uh, maybe, it was just mysstifying. They were going to move my desk right next to the Colonel's office and tried to make me swear that I would behave myself in a manner that was too totally NOT like me. When they asked me to swear, I just said, Okay - Dammit!" Nest thing I know they changed the seating plan and my desk was moved to the opposite end of the room from the Colonel's office. I told them that I'd swear not to run naked throught the Colonel's office, unless he wasn't there that day.
Go figure! I thought that was kind of mystical, don't you?
Mamalion:~)

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[27 Jul 2001|01:45pm]
[ mood | ecstatic ]

Hey everyone,
Just wanted to let you know that I had a wonderful birthday. Even though I had to work all day, and even though my car broke down the day before my birthday, it was still great!!
I ended up getting to drive a 96 Chevy Lumina (lt blue, very nice), instead of my 83 Buick rustbucket. The people at work bought me some balloons and sent cards. One girl bought me a t-shirt that says, "You say I'm a BITCH, like it's a BAD thing. I howled! She also bought me an Indianapolis Colts Bank about the size of a coke bottle. Pretty Kool! My kids were so excited that they would not wait until the 24th for me to open what they got me. They couldn't find a lion with 2 cubs, so they bought me a candle of a tiger with one cub up on the mama's back and the other playing in front of her. It will go really well with my jungle motif in my bedroom. My Mom & Dad got me a jacket, a Colt's t-shirt with the schedule for this year on it and Peyton Manning and some shopping money. My brother got me a really kool jigsaw puzzle, and my niece bought me a kaftan (very pretty). I made out like a bandit and my girls and I went cruisin' in the car up to Dalt's for dinner. It was a wonderful day! I'm still up from all of it.
Later,
Mamalion:~)

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My Kids are SO-O-O-O Kool! [21 Jul 2001|02:09pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Wow, I finally have a picture on my live journal. Thanks to my kids. The youngest on showed me how to find the picture and load it to my journal. I know this is a picture of a male lion, and that I am Mamalion, but I NEVER was a Girl Scout. I ALWAYS scouted for boys. Therefore I would rather look at the Male lion than the female lion. He so regal and majestic looking.
Later,
Mamalion:)

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Time with the kids. [13 Jul 2001|04:02pm]
Well, maybe I try again. Went to work later today. I didn't get there until 7:30 a.m.. Worked half a day and went home to pick up the kids and go to see the shrink. Mandy brushed my hair in the waiting room while we were waiting and she used my round brush with the little metal wires and the wires are supposed to have little rubber tips on them. I've had the brush for a while though, and a lot of the tips have come off. She poked all these little tiny holes in my head and forehead. (At least it felt that way). I think she brushed it so hard that the color came out and when I exited the doctor's office, it was two shades lighter than when I went in. (Good thing I'm coloring it again tonight, huh?) I get my hair cut tomorrow, so I always color it the night before. Keeps it from looking damaged, and it makes it really soft.
Well, nothing else much happening, except my youngest is finally back from camping. (YEAH!)and my oldest has a job and has already received her 1st pay check. (YEAH!) I'm very proud of both of them. I hope the job keep working out for Erika. I love them both so very much!
Later,
Mamalion:~)

(5 ROARs | ROAR)

Might as well be in Hooterville with Art [07 Jul 2001|02:10pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

I don't know why I continue to write in this journal. No one ever makes any comments on what I say. I don't think anyone cares enough to even read the doggone thing. Maybe I'll just let it expire. I feel like I'm just talking to myself on here. Or maybe I'll just go to my communities and talk to them. My friends evidently don't care if I put anything on here or not.
Mamalion:)

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