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So an update on just a few things. First, it is official that I"m going to be trying to get out of my parent's house at the first available chance. Things are just going to keep degenerating, and the situation is showing no hope of changing for the better. So, that is that, and I'll hopefully be in a home by the end of March beginning of April at the latest. Earlier if I can get the loan and close on a home more quickly.

As for a house... we don't know what we are going ...

Today is an anniversary for me. It is now 10 years since my Dad died.

This is my Dad, doesn’t look like much does he? (yes, that is me in the frilly knickers!).

Time is a great healer, people say, but I’m not so sure. I miss him now more than I ever did. I find myself wondering what he would make of me now, my family, my life. He didn’t get to meet my children, they ...

I have a sweet little friend in her late 70's who asked me to take her to see Lions for Lambs and we are going this afternoon. I say sweet little friend because she is tiny and frail, like a little lamb, but underneath she has always been a lion for education, having taught elementary school all of her working life. She's really not the type to go to movies, whatever type means(??), so I was surprised when she asked to see this one. But then I smiled inside knowing of her diligent work for the poor ...

I was in a rather bad mood earlier ago, perhaps on account of the horrible grade I got in Math (it’s a good thing my dad didn’t get mad at me yesterday even though he had the whole day to do so—I wonder if he’s even seen it at all), or the dreadful events in my love life, the bitter truth that he wont take notice of me at all, leave alone talk to me the way he used to before, back in the hope-filled CompSci days. He glances at me occasionally, though, in SocSci especially from his seat on the other ...

I was in a rather bad mood earlier ago, perhaps on account of the horrible

grade I got in Math (it’s a good thing my dad didn’t get mad at me yesterday even though he had the whole day to do so—I wonder if he’s even seen it at all), or the dreadful events in my love life, the bitter truth that he wont take notice of me at all, leave alone talk to me the way he used to before, back in the hope-filled CompSci days. He glances at me occasionally, though, in SocSci especially from his seat on the other ...