Wow! I'm so excited! My second blog EVER! I really don't get blogging. I read the blogs of others and still don't really get it. I started this blog because I was told to. So I am. Plus, it's free. That's enough for me. Don't you see? I can only do this at work because I have a really crappy computer that I have to type on while I lay on my stomach in my bedroom and if I move stuff rolls off my bed and I even spill a drink all over the mattress now and then. My room is very small and there isn't even a surface that my whole PC can sit on. When I'm not using it, I store it on the upper bunk of my bed. At work I secretly use my bosses PC in his office if I know he will be gone for a while. I have learned how to log off really fast. I just hope he doesn't have one of those monitoring programs on this one but I doubt it because he only uses it for two things; to order more supplies for his restaurant and to look at pornography so I don't think he would want to monitor himself. Right now as I type I'm supposed to be going through garbage cans that stay by the dishwasher and make sure there aren't knives and forks in them when they get dumped into the dumpster outside. It's a really gross job and they aren't even silver or anything so I mostly just dump them if nobody is looking. Man, Jose throws out a lot of it when he does the dishes, though! Jose eats off everybody's plate as it goes by which is kind of gross too. I only do that if it's something good that doesn't have a cigarette crushed out in it like a steak or cake or french fries. Boy, I'm going to save this now because I think he's coming back! I hope I can figure out how to "log in" again because that's sort of an area I'm very weak in and always end up with three and four different accounts or just one I can't get at because I forgot my ID or password. I get real impatient and just give up stuff that seems impossible. My life is just too busy with this modern pace and all to scratch and claw my way back into some web page to talk about myself.

I need to bring you up to speed with me. I have lived with my mother who is really old because it's a way to sock some money away for the day when she you know, passes away. Plus she benefits because I am company on those lonely winter nights when there's a snowstorm and the TV gets a bad signal and then she has nothing to do. I also fix the trailer a lot! One day in January, I think, the whole trailer almost slid off the cinder blocks. I forget why, except that we had ice storms. I may have bumped it from underneath when I was digging up Mr. Jingles (my bank) or trying to. Everything went flying to one end and Mother went sailing right through the screen door (and broke it) and didn't even get really hurt! All our food came out of the cupboards and the fridge opened and all the food went on the floor too. Gross. Mother scraped up mashed potatoes and put them back in and they are still there turning brown and some other colors. The toilet leaked out towards my room and guess what? There was a hole in the floor and the toilet water never reached my room! My computer all slid to the foot of my bunkbed and dangled but never fell onto the floor but some magazines slid out from under the bunkbed and made their way into the living room and I had to move like spiderman to keep mom from seeing them. They were my dad's not mine, by the way. One day if we clean up, they will be tossed out. I did get the trailer back up on it's blocks when my one friend came over and sort of pushed it with his truck while I kept the blocks still and we used his car jack to lift it here and there. I got hit in the face because the propane tanks ripped their hoses and the hoses were flapping around wildly and I was trying to turn off the tanks and a hose hit me and my glasses went flying in the snow and broke again. The last thing mom wants to hear is that I broke my glasses. She has terrible eyesight anyway and I can put anything on my face and she could never tell. After we fixed everything I just started fixing her V&V's (Vodka and Vinegar) until she went to sleep in her vibrating chair, which she never lets me sit in, ever. If I ever told you everything my Mom had done to me the DCF would come in and get her if the statues of limitations hadn't run out or whatever it is. I'm an adult in every way now and they can't touch her for anything that happened after I was twenty-one. I am leaving her very soon and she is entirely supportive and she even paid for driving lessons for me but says she can't buy me a car so I am saving up for one and then I just may go to Australia or England. I am researching how to find and get my car onto a fairy hopefully headed to Europe or one going to Australia. I'm a little nervous because they are all on the wrong side of the road over there. My one friend laughs and says that's good because that's what I do over here. But I still am nervous. Believe me, I have so many "contacts" over there that I am not worried about a job and a place to stay. I would like to be a proffessional photographer or an assistant to one, until I learn "the ropes". I like "chips" which is good because that's what they eat more than anything. I hate fish. They eat a lot of pudding in England, which I also love. It rains alot and they wear their rubbers. I'm a little nervous about that part too because buying those seems embarrassing. If you go fishing (which I love) you also have to wear your rubbers. They don't have the same "hang ups" we Americans do. Like being embarrassed about rubbers. They say stuff like "wonky" which I highly approve of. My next big, big, big task is to make some money to "blow this popsicle stand" (LOL!) so I work at Big Red Pena's Restaurant and I have a Newspaper Delivery job and need one more job or a metal detector. You know, whatever gets the job done is what I always think. So, keep smelling my blog! Things WILL happen! I WILL them to!

Remember, God loves you just the way you are and so do I.

This JUST in! I just found a five dollar bill outside in the parking lot! See? I WILL things to happen!