Adjusting
We've been moving things out, slowly. It hasn't sunk in completely yet. I'm living at Jo-anne's my old manager from Applebees aka my third mother. Which I am ever thankful for.The hardest part of this is not seeing Jes daily to talk and catch up on the day or playing with that baby and making him laugh.

Holy shit! My apartment is on Fire!
Last night I was sitting in my room minding my own business when Jes knocked on my door. "Do you smell that?" she asked me before both of us wandered around the living room sniffing, out in the hallways sniffing and finally towards her room.She went in her room to check on the baby and opened up her closet door, then her bathroom door and smoke poured out.She moved things away from the heater thinking her bathmat had caught fire but when everything was ok she looked at me, "Fire. We gotta get out."I Scooped up the the baby, his blanket and stopped in my room to get my Cell phone, Jacket and purse. I ran outside, wrapping the baby in his blanket and my coat. Dressed i

An Ode to David
It's not so much a poem.As sentences with spaces.The first time I spoke to you,I was late for work.Your hair astounded me.I questioned your sexuality.You wanted to hit this,But I wanted the loser nerd from next door.Bad choice on my part, yes?But better because if you broke up with me,I'd have killed you.Show tunes and curly fries,Wee hours of the morning.Dancing, Singing and laughing.This poem sucks.But I'll keep going.It reminds me of you.The suckiness.And the fact that it's about you.We were drunk.You came out.I wasn't surprised.Patti cried."Shhh

Truth Vs. Not True
Truth:I have been a crappy sister in the past. And I have done more than enough to make up for it.I have been a shitty daughter in the past, but I have tried and will continue to make up for it.I have been a shitty friend in the past, but I am re-connecting and making up for it.Untrue:That I am a shitty sister, when I try so hard to understand things about you and you go and blame everything on me. Instead of saying what is wrong with US you say everything that is wrong with your life. I can love you unconditionally, but I can't fix the burden you continue to place on my shoulder, and enough is enough. I'm not a shitty sister, so stop blaming your i

Life
Life has kinda thrown me for a loop, nothing bad mind you. Been hanging out at my moms more, which is good because she keeps me in check and tells me when I'm being a complete moron. Which sometimes is a lot more often than I need. She'll sit me down and talk about things, and listen to both sides (Pat..sigh.) and then offer advice and words of wisdom. And I don't say my mom is wise very often, but after so many kids she probably knows us better than we know ourselves.Since the Emily fiasco of 09' I have found a new bridesmaid, who wears a size 9 so some alterations and the wedding will still be even, which I love. Yay Chantel! I have been babysitting for her, which was exhausti