Have you sometimes wondered if the same things happen to you over and over, if by some chance you got in the wrong line at the grocery store or something? Or maybe your hair color is wrong? I am once again having problems with my older dog-getting back to thinking he's demented or screwing with me. Most likely demented. I think he's just losing his faculties. And then, I am trying to resolve some issues with biomom about medical bills that she hasn't sent from SD that are now six mos old. And really I'm not in the mood to go another month and have it hanging over my head, unresolved.

Well, I seem to be off to a good start this morning. It rained pretty heavily last night again. In fact, we've had showers for the last 3 days now. I am actually moving along a little earlier than usual which is unusual for me, of late. I had the dogs outside and my husband has been throwing the dead frogs out of the pool skimmers but apparently missed, and I found one had apparently hit our trailer parked on the secondary access road. Yuck!

Have you ever been so bothered by things you can't control, and knowing that, even in your subconscious when you sleep, dream of the problems? It's like I just can't get away from it. I can't talk to my husband about it....he won't discuss SD, especially. So, when I sleep, it's not restful, and I wake up with a bad migraine. I don't feel like I am accomplishing a whole lot these days--basic housework...it's too hot outside to get anything else done--nearly 100 every day. And my evenings and nights are not restful or relaxed at all.

This is taken from a blog entry. (Well, "to put it simple, I'm hurt".) Yea, me, too. Then, there are all the nouns, adjectives, and adverbs, describing the word, "hurt". How about we describe the word carnage, and what was left of my husband and I after our lives were ruined? Many of you know what carnage is. I haven't done anything yet, but this SD diva drama queen , is going on and on, how hurt she is. And I'm thinking, "talk to the hand", cause no one here cares. Your Dad isn't MIA. Get a life. He doesn't care. Your behavior has alienated people who loved you.