Go Whitney!!! *wishes great luck in meeting nice, talented British rock stars as might hook friend up with one HINTHINT*

Just getting on to let your girls know that Whitney is officially doin' the Coldplay tonight. Oh yessss, 7:30, Ryman Auditorium, it's gonna be kick ass.
Fingers crossed that I'll meet them! *Opera Voice from Lady In My Head* FAAAAAAuuuuuuuGGGGGTTTTTTT CHHHUUNCEEE..........fat chance for your folks who don't interpret my opera lady....or that just don't speak my 'tardo language. Haha....much love, I'll blog again to respond to Deb's and to give an update.

Can I just say that I would drive though Hell and run over the Devil himself to see Gavin Rossdale? ;)

Anyway, we've been having pretty nice weather. It's been about High 60's. Not too bad. A lil rain every now and then, but nothing tramatic.

The bitches are gone!! Back to New York where their asses belong. Y'all would be proud. I was so nice and respectful with my "yes ma'ams" it was almost hilarious when she gave me dirty looks because she had no reason to not like me. I was the sweetest, most respectful and thoughtful person she'd ever met. He...He...He...

Yepp...Mom's pretty wacko. Dad's adjusting as well as he can. I'm ready to get my ass out of here and go to college. I decided to stay around here though. Candace, Kelly, Rachel and I are all talking about getting a house together or something. Nicholls State University is only about 30 minutes away and I think we're all gunna go there. And yes- Y'all read it correctly. Rachel...The bad Rachel. The one we didn't like...ohhh. *Evil Laughs* We've had a huge coming together. Long talks. Lots of crying. Big Big fun.Put it allllllllllll behind us.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to be ok. Not because things will all work themselves out and not because I get away from everyone, but because I'm gunna make myself ok. I have to, or I won't make it at all. I can't just sit here and wait for my life to fall into order, I have to put it there, because things can ALWAYS get worse. I just won't let it. I have you guys to thank for a lot of my smiles and laughs and optimistic thoughts though. You two are wonderful. Not perfect, a little broken, a few scars, but still very very useful. I love you too so much. And I miss you even more.
Take Care, and Know that I'm Here.

Dear god, we're being buried under snow. It's like we had this long, cold winter with no snow and suddenly Mother Nature decided to make up for lost time and just dump it all on us at once. It's horrible, really, just... ack. Scary, scary driving conditions. Almost as bad as the blizzard we had last year around this time, the one that Peter and I drove through to see Bush at the Rave. The one everyone, including us, thought we were nuts to be out in. That was really not my smartest idea ever, but it worked out and, ya know, cute, half naked British guy standing.. oh... 10 feet away from me, all sweaty and rock star-ish, it makes it all worth it.

Well, I still, even with the full facts, don't understand. It's obvious that your mom has gone off the hinge and I'm really ticked, to say the least, that she'd abandon you like this. I'm just super glad that you and your dad got all this worked out. He'll be a good, helpful structure of stability. But as for the bitch brigade that rolled into town, you just need to throw southern hospitality out the door and dish it right back out to these asses. There's nothing that I hate more than people who are dominant and demanding. I often think when it comes to these types of people, "What's the point of your life anyway? So sad." No one says you have to be nice though. Just tolerable of them. And by tolerable I don't mean doormat. I mean, crack a smile while Dad's around and then when he's not pop the evil eye. Haha.

Was it beautiful where ya'll are today? Because it was a comfortable 54 here and I was loving it.

Not a problem. We don't like forcing people into confession, it's always better when they come themselves. Thank you. It's good to be in.

I don't... know what to say. I'm just kind of taking it all in, it's all, which you obviously know, but yeah... taking it all in. It sounds bad. Not all bad, but certainly not in the majority of good.

That's my line, but never shut up. We may be easily entertained, but we're not that easily entertained, we need some kind of conversation, as pointed out by Whitney in her post.

Hey guys...How's it all going? Well, we've been to hell and back here, as usual, and I'm not really sure that things are looking up at all, but I'm in an ok mood today, and I miss you two terribly. I'm sorry for kind of disappearing on you, but with everything that went on...I just haven't really felt like spilling. Whit, you caught me on here the other day and we talked about it, but I'm gunna blog it anyway to let Mama in.

On my 18th birthday (thanks for the well wishes by the way, I did read them and it didn't matter that they were late, at least you remembered) Mom sat me down and told me that she was selling the trailor and moving with Mr. Pat (her boyfriend) until she found another one, and that wherever I planned on moving, I needed to let her know so that she knew where she had to bring all my stuff. Well, a couple weeks before that, Damien wrecked his van and got kicked out of his house, (why, because his father is an asshole) so he was staying with us because he didn't have anywhere else to go. Mom started bitching, she didn't want Damien there, she didn't care if our house was the only place he had, it wasn't her problem. So Tysie offered for him and I to stay there. (The sister-in-law I used to hate because my Mother told me a whole bunch of shit about her that wasn't true.) When we started staying with Tysie, Mom got even more pissed because she doesn't like Tysie, so she didn't think I should either, and thats about when she told me she was moving. It's not even like we moved in at Tysie's or anything. I had quit Sonic because Aunt Carri wanted me to move back to Minnesota with her, and Mom said she'd give me the money to after my birthday(which never happened), and I was babysitting Carinn during the day for Tysie so she wouldn't have to have her mom watching her every day. Damien and I would sleep over there, watch the baby all day, then hang out with Tysie and stuff. No big deal. We were there for like...4 days tops.

My dad asked me to move back in with him...we all know how much anger I had against my dad, until I found out the truth. When they were fighting all the time, and I had enough and moved with Aunt Carri, Dad and I never talked. We really really should have, because all we knew was what Mom was telling us. She told me that my father beat her and called me a whore. She told him that I hated him and never wanted to see him again. So I moved with Aunt Carri and started hating my Dad for what he did to her and me, and the family. None of it was true. Mom lied to both of us...he never said that...I never said that. She just needed someone on her side and she wasn't gunna get me on her side unless I hated Dad. She told me he cheated on her, he accused her of cheating on him all the time...he accused her of stealing every penny he ever earned. Well, she did. After Mom and I moved out, she would always tell me to ask Dad to help me get a car, or to get a loan for me just so that I would go ask him, and he'd tell me he couldn't because he didn't have any money, which I thought was a complete lie and just got me more angry with him. It was true. When Mom moved out, she left Dad with 4 maxed out credit cards and 7 unpaid loans.

So I'm back living with Dad, and I don't even talk to Mom unless I call her because she doesn't call me. She doesn't even act like she misses me...at ...all. Things were pretty good here. I told Dad about Damien and I and he's dealing. I was going babysit every day, then we'd go out or whatever, if Damien was down, we'd stay at Tysie's for a couple days or something. I got my tattoo a couple days after my birthday! Which was nice, I'm saving up for my 2nd one. Damien likes it. Dad's gotten used to it. All was good.
Then, Dad tells me that his girlfriend from New York that he met on the internet and her two kids were coming down for a week to do the whole Mardi Gras thing. Her daughter, Adrienne is 19, and Nick is Eric Jr's age, 13. Jayme is a complete bitch! The woman walked in the door and informed me that we were doing whatever she wanted to do while they were here, because she's the boss. I was like Fuck. No. It's been complete hell. Damien is in Shreveport. He had drill last weekend and everything is frozen up there so they closed down half the interstate so his mom can't even get into Shreveport to go get him...Sooo bad. Bitch in the house, trying to play "Mommie" Goody Goody lil 19 year old that has to ask her mom before she takes a piss, two 13 yr old boys that I'm about to strangle, and Dad playing nice to the bitch. No boyfriend around to save me, and I get dirty looks from the bitch when I tell them I'm not going with them every where they go. It's. Just. Been. Bad.

Ok, I'm going to shut up now. I love you guys. I'll talk to you later

Someone please make conversation. I want to read instead of write.