Defining Moments of My Life
bad weather

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bad weather
11.18.03 11:45 a.m.

My first day of work was bust. The rain and flooding and tornados (14 they counted yesterday) kept most of the students at home last night. I had 5 out of 180 show up, and 2 out of 6 teachers. I sent everyone home at 7. Beckie said we'd still get paid so that ended the complaints. I still got a good bit of work done once I got the password to the computer. Yesterday on my way to work, I only made it one block and got stuck in water. The roads were flooded over the sidewalks. I ended up pulling up on the sidewalk, driving on that for a block until I found a parking lot to pull into and left the car on high ground. Eric came and picked me up in the truck. Good thing I left an hour early. It took us forever to get home after I closed at 7 too. Not only were the roads still horrible but there was left over rush hour traffic AND a restaurant on fire right near us. Anyway today's weather rocks, it's sunny and 73.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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