A letter to Kim, Paris, and all the wealthy people who have nothing to do with their money...

I don't know if Kim or her agent even read this stuff, but in the mere chance they do, here are my comments.  Kim, have you read the papers lately, seen the news: have you any idea of all the people who have lost everything in tornado's, hurricanes, and flooding?  Have you seen how many people are still unemployed in the United States, how many children are homeless, how many orphan children there are due the economic crisis we have been suffering?  Have you been paying attention to anything that has been going on around you?  And that is not even counting the people in Japan and other countries who are suffering. 
What you need is a good slap across the face and a reality check!  Trace Adkins lost his house in a fire, and all he was concerned about was that his family and pets got out safe.  You are so concerned with yourself it is just downright pathetic you call yourself an American.  We have vets and their families which need help. 
You need to check yourself because America thinks you are a rich bitch, and many other horrible things, but in no case does anyone think you are awesome or cool for wanting all that you have listed on your registry and the requirement you made of having a big ring.
THINK OF SOMEONE ELSE OTHER THAN YOURSELF just for a bit, and you will find you are happier than having all the expensive stuff you are asking for and the stuff you have. 

Ghosts.^.^

Well, we have a ghost in the house.  We thought at first it was just a ghost cat, as Mom and I have felt little feet walking across our beds at night, and it has never really bothered us. 
But now I believe there is another ghost, one who is mischievous and just likes to play games.  But once I catch them at something, or attribute some weird occurrence to them, the ghost starts something else. 

At first it was stuff being moved in the bathroom which was mine.  How I know this? Well, I am somewhat OCD, so when my stuff is messed with in the bathroom (bottles not in the right location) it bothers me a great deal.  Then I said, "...it must be the ghost moving these bottles around...", and it all stopped.  Then I kept finding all my certificates and diplomas titled and all messed up on the wall.  After fixing them a couple of times, and checking out any other explanation, I gave the ghost the credit, and it stopped.  Then my computer would just come on while I would be sitting next to it, or in the other room.  Once I checked the computer for all possible explanations, I chalked it up to the ghost again, and it all stopped. 

Now there hasn't been anything recently, so we just wait.  It is not scary or harmful to us or the animals, so it is okay.  The ghost cat doesn't bother Wizard, even though he must know there is something there, as he will be the only other animal on the bed, but he doesn't seem to care either. 

So, no real scary ghost stories, but stay tuned...

Friends????

I have been feeling lousy for over a week now: not physically so much as emotionally.  I have really needed a friend to step-up to the plate and just contact me, email, phone, whatever.  Yet, it feels as if I am the last thought on any one's mind. 

I have emailed all my friends, and even my friend in 'Vegas I had called about a month or so ago.  She told me as soon as Spring Break was over with her kids, she would call me and we would get together.  She has told me so many times I am her best friend, but I just don't see it.  I know she talks to others throughout the week, yet she never seems to find time for me.  When I have challenged this friendship, she always tells me I am her best friend, and she doesn't want me to think otherwise.  So, after this last month of waiting for her to call me to get together, have come to the conclusion, I am last on her list of people she wants to talk to or be with.

I would chalk it up to my not feeling good with all this crap going on with me physically, but I know that is not so.  When we do go out, I don't sit and bitch and complain: we actually laugh a lot.  I always have a good time, and feel better for the time I spend with her, but I guess she doesn't, thus she does not make time for us to get together.

I have needed some communication from my bro this past couple of weeks, but he has been too busy with his kid.  I understand him wanting to spend as much quality time with him as he can, as his ex-wife keeps him away from the kids as much as possible.  I just wish he had time to drop me a line.  Maybe he is tired of my woes as well.

So, this last couple of weeks not only have I had new things going on with me as far as physical pains, but I have also felt lost and really alone.

Oh, poor pitiful me!