Archive for November, 2002

*thinking clearly now*

Somewhat, anyway.

I’ve been putting up Christmas decorations since yesterday. I bought Gracie a ballerina ornament from Avon, and it came back yesterday. I told Gracie she couldn’t have it until we put the tree up, so she bugged me until I finally did. Now she’s all excited and spends a lot of her time just looking at the tree. She says it’s beautiful, but I think it could look better. I didn’t have enough lights or ornaments, since we just got a new 7 foot tree this year. We did have a really tiny one, and all the ornaments/lights I had were enough for it, but not for this one. Maybe next year I’ll get some more, but Gracie loves it just the way it is. Wanna see it?

our Christmas tree



I had a bunch of things on my mind to write, but I was rudely interrupted. Now, I can’t think of anything except for what just happened. Wayne came over and said he wanted to go somewhere and talk. And I, being the dumbass that I am, went with him.

You know, this is probably not something I should be writing about here, but I need to get this off my chest. We didn’t talk about much while we were gone, but we did have sex. Does that make me a slut? I feel so stupid right now. Why do I do this to myself?

Barbies Gracie *won’t* be getting

Here are a few Barbie dolls I found on eBay that I will definately not be getting Gracie for Christmas.

These are all OOAK dolls, but some of these people really have a weird imagination. I mean, take a look at the Gothic Barbie. She’s just plain scary!

gag gifts

I was looking around trying to find some funny gifts, and came across the perfect thing for my little brother. I’m debating on whether to buy it for him or not. I can just see his face when he opens it…The Anti-Masturbation Patch


I’ve been missing him so much lately. I know I should hate him, but I don’t. I wish that he would just wake up one day and realize what he’s missing out on. He should be with his family. Me, Gracie, and the baby. Not Daphne and her kid. I’m sick of everybody telling me that it’s better this way. I know it probably is, but this isn’t the way I want it to be. This would probably be easier if he didn’t call me sometimes. And, I wish that he would stop telling me that he loves me before he hangs up. I always end up crying for a little while after that. But I never tell him that I love him. I just can’t bring myself to say it. Maybe if I didn’t act like I hated him, things would be better. I don’t know why I’m such a bitch to him. Ugh! I should just shut up now.

I found a picture of him yesterday. It’s the only one I have left. I burned all the rest of them a long time ago, but this one was on a floppy disc at my dad’s house. It’s about 5 years old, so he looks very, very young, but here it is anyway.
this is Waynie


I finally got a stupid Care Bear. Hell yeah! Now I just have one more thing to get, and my Christmas shopping for Gracie will be all done.

ebay wars

Argh! I really hate it when I get outbid on something I really want on Ebay. Right now, I’m battling people for a care bear! I got outbid on one this morning, because I wasn’t able to get online. Then, I found one and kept bidding and bidding. With one minute left to go, when I was just about to place what I was sure to be the winning bid, my computer froze up! This thing really is a piece of shit! I’m in the process of bidding on another, but it has almost an hour left to go.

Gracie wants a care bear so bad. Not just any care bear, either. She wants Cheer Bear. There are no care bears in any store around here. They’re always sold out. Why does Gracie have to want one of the most popular toys on the market? I always swore I wouldn’t be one of those parents like in the movies, but I guess that’s what I’m turning into.

Off for more battling now!