tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34649532011-04-21T13:13:21.731-05:00Mom In MinnesotaA detailed (yep! sometimes down to the color of what socks I have on) account of a young mother/homemaker down in the swamps of LouisianaJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comBlogger13701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1142992245977402882006-03-21T19:47:00.000-06:002006-03-21T19:50:45.980-06:00crazy. life. crazy. two years since i have written in here. 2 or 3 years since the he dropped the big bomb that changed mine and my son's lives forever? I can't even remember. That's how insignificant it all is now. and yet, it is one of the most significant events in my life thus far. Because without him there would be no me now. There would be no Kenny, there would be no Morgan. I Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1083037952924184542004-04-26T22:52:00.000-05:002004-04-26T22:55:36.076-05:00I miss him....
I dont know why...
We're so different but I find him in my actions and in my choices
just something so captivating about him
something that always drove me CRAZY
crazy in a good...and bad way
i dont know why i'm so capture by his personality
by his multipurpose hair
by his random sayings
by his charisma
I just see snapshots...
CRAZY snapshots...
of him spinning while flashing Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1083037556641932402004-04-26T22:45:00.000-05:002004-04-26T22:48:59.873-05:00Hmmm. . . God is talking to me.
But will I listen? No!
Open your ears, your heart, your soul to the signs God is giving you. Your prayers are being answered, all you have to do is listen.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1083037090887571122004-04-26T22:38:00.000-05:002004-04-26T22:41:14.216-05:00I know, I know. I said I was giving this up, yet something keeps drawing me back here. I don't know what it is. So here we go again! Let's see how long this spurt lasts shall we?Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1066363814339482362003-10-16T23:10:00.000-05:002003-10-16T23:10:14.366-05:00I was deleting all my old blogs. Some that never got off the ground, some that hovered a little, some that totally took off like this one, and one that was extremely private, and no one had ever seen other than myself and DJ. And DJ only saw because he violated my trust one night and read it after I had asked him not to. Huh, gee ya think that would have been a big flashing warning sign that IJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1064457330684821592003-09-24T21:29:00.000-05:002003-09-24T21:35:30.473-05:00There was a school shooting in MN today. At a school only about 45 min. from my hometown. At a school I used to travel to throughout junior high and high school for speech and debate meets. One student died, two more were injured. Another case of a young boy fed up with being bullied and made fun of. My heart, thoughts, and prayers go out to all of you who were involved, witnessed, and had Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1063251215601150082003-09-10T22:26:00.000-05:002003-09-10T22:33:35.546-05:00I don't know if this entry will make any sense. I just felt the need to start blogging again tonight. That could change by tomorrow. Things are a little rough around here. Beginnning with the cheap, stupid template. And Mikey's blog is ALLLLL messed up. But that's the way things are going to stay for awhile. I'm too busy and too tired, to mess with all of that. I just feel like writing. Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1057632201071604032003-07-07T21:43:00.000-05:002003-07-07T21:43:21.113-05:00Yesterday was my 4 year wedding anniversary. Today I signed my divorce papers. I was going to sign them today because I thought today was actually my anniversary. For some reason I've always kept thinking that the seventh is the date and not the sixth and everytime I remember that it is actually on the sixth and not the seventh, I'm kind of surprised. Well, whatever, it was a big waste of 4 Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-1057288275828527802003-07-03T22:11:00.000-05:002003-07-03T22:11:15.903-05:00Um...Wow...when did all of this change??....Weird. Anyway, not a very exciting day today, but I thought "Hey I haven't written something boring and trivial in my blog lately, why not tonight?" Soooo, what did I do today? Mmmm...woke up, we slept at my parent's house last night due to the threatening tornadic weather last night, since we don't have a basement and my parent's is nicely finished Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949263122003-05-26T23:53:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:53:08.540-05:00I believe that faith extends beyond the confinement of religion. It merely creates a guideline for us to follow our lives by…to distinguish the difference between right and wrong and gives up a semi-reasonable explanation for those ethical questions that we’ve been curious about our entire lives.
Regardless of what religion one believes in, I feel that it’s important to have faith in something Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949260362003-05-26T23:45:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:45:28.626-05:00People lie tooooo many times. I lie too many times... but so do you. I wish it could all stop.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949259222003-05-26T23:41:00.001-05:002003-05-26T23:41:55.783-05:00Life is not measured by the number of breaths u take but by the number of moments that take your breath away
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949259062003-05-26T23:41:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:41:21.746-05:00No one in life is a true virgin; life screws us all
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949258122003-05-26T23:38:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:38:54.116-05:00Girl nature:
We want what we cannot have the most. It doesn't matter if it changes over night. If we didn't have the red shirt yesterday and we have it today, we want the yellow shirt that we don't have today. Once we have the yellow shirt tomorrow, we'll want the blue one the next day. Once we have the blue one, we are gonna look back and realize that we want the red one again. We want what we Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949256772003-05-26T23:34:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:34:30.093-05:00This whole thing is just not working...
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949256462003-05-26T23:33:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:33:41.866-05:00Living on thoughts of possiblity is no way of living at all... You cannot be that which you observe.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949256032003-05-26T23:32:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:32:48.673-05:00"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light."
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949255522003-05-26T23:31:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:31:10.720-05:00"Obsession. Someone you can`t live without. Someone you fall head over heels for. Find someone you can love like crazy and will love you the same way back. Listen to your heart. No sense in life without this. To make the journey without falling deeply in love, you haven`t lived a life at all. You have to try, because if you haven`t tried, then you haven`t lived." -meet joe black
joined
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949255332003-05-26T23:30:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:30:37.963-05:00"Obsession. Someone you can`t live without. Someone you fall head over heels for. Find someone you can love like crazy and will love you the same way back. Listen to your heart. No sense in life without this. To make the journey without falling deeply in love, you haven`t lived a life at all. You have to try, because if you haven`t tried, then you haven`t lived." -meet joe black
joined
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949254532003-05-26T23:28:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:28:17.726-05:00All this blabbing due to the fact that I have no washer and dryer as they are currently sitting usless in a storage unit down in Louisiana. Therefore, I am sitting at my parent's house. Blame it on their slow dryer.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949251402003-05-26T23:19:00.001-05:002003-05-26T23:19:53.603-05:00Look at Me! Look at Me! I hate it when people label me in any way! I'm not some product! I'm me, and I choose to be me! You don't pave the roads I choose! I hate it when people say I'm not normal! That's a judging word! I hate it when they say things just because they feel obligated to! And lastly, I hate slow drivers!
joined Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949251092003-05-26T23:19:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:19:04.283-05:00Every face has it's own story. Every broken heart wants to be mended....everyone wants to tell their story...just waiting for their voice to be heard.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949247602003-05-26T23:09:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:09:05.710-05:00Ugh. "The Boy Is Mine" playing on the kitchen radio. A song that I used to dedicate to DJ's ex-girlfriend. Dumb song. Dumb boy. Dumb girl. How annoying.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949246232003-05-26T23:06:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:06:05.170-05:00I burnt my tongue on a piece of pizza at my friend's house today and now I have one of those little annoying blisters right on the tip. How annoying.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-949235352003-05-26T22:40:00.000-05:002003-05-26T22:40:01.986-05:00Surprise, surprise. She comes back once in a great while. This post there will be no mention of you-know-who or the you-know-what because this post is going to be pretty much about Paul Bunyan Land. Today was the Bean's first visit ever. If you don't count the time we went when he was still a Bean in the oven. He was fascinated by the fact that Paul knew his name and quite scared of Paul's Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-940859182003-05-09T21:35:00.000-05:002003-05-09T21:35:12.400-05:00I just recently realized that my blog turned a year old on April 22nd! So I went back and was reading my entries from back then. That's when it hit me full in the face. I'm depressed. I was so much happier back then. I wrote on and on about my husband, our son, and our little family. And now that family's gone. It's been really hard since we moved into our own place. Every day I feel thisJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-928208632003-04-17T23:58:00.000-05:002003-04-17T23:58:36.733-05:00Believe it or not, I have tried posting here a couple of times but Blogger has gone nutso on me and not let me post. I doubt if this entry will make it either. I miss my little blog! =( So our lives here are constantly going. I've been working pretty much non-stop lately and today was the first day I got to spend with the Bean in about a week. That's a long time when you go to work every Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-914553832003-03-26T21:41:00.000-06:002003-03-26T21:41:13.090-06:00I just got news that my 13 year old nephew is coming to visit me for the summer! I'm sooo excited about this! He came up here with DJ and I one year for Christmas and my whole family just adores him! He's actually DJ's brother's son, but he's a whole nephew in my heart and always will be, regardless of divorce! It's really sad that I talk to him more than his own father does. DJ's brother Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-911695492003-03-22T01:07:00.000-06:002003-03-22T01:09:54.000-06:00Fuck you, I don't play games. If that's how you want it, MOVE ON.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-911690302003-03-22T00:51:00.000-06:002003-03-22T00:51:18.560-06:00Siiigh, I sure do miss my blogger pal, Keauxgeigh. Wonder where he wandered off to. Come back K! Come back!Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-911676912003-03-22T00:11:00.000-06:002003-03-22T00:11:20.310-06:00Blogger, you're so IRRITATING!! POST MY STUFF ALREADY!!!!!Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-911676182003-03-22T00:09:00.000-06:002003-03-22T00:09:23.733-06:00Beans (mikey) is so funny. He'll drink white milk but doesn't like chocolate milk. It's kinda strange because I'll drink choclate milk but won't even drink white milk out of the bottom of my ceral bowl. But boy oh boy are the terrible twos shining! Beans knows attitude with a capital A. Hmmm, funny thing is, it all started after his daddy walked out on us, imagine that. So anyways, I was Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-910405712003-03-19T23:25:00.000-06:002003-03-19T23:25:22.186-06:00May God be with all of our soliders and reporters over there in the war that started a mere hour or so ago. I am in full support of this war, and our president. We all live pretty damn privliged lives over here, we don't have to worry about being woken up at daybreak by missles screaming in the skys, we don't have to worry about being held in against our will only to possibly die. And for thatJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-908384942003-03-16T23:17:00.000-06:002003-03-16T23:17:53.170-06:00Heart And Soul
Why do people say that you must do what's in your heart? Biologically, our heart is the core of the circulatory system and provides sustenance to our entire body, for our organs would die if it weren't for the circulating oxygen and nutrients that are pumped by the heart. The heart has nothing to do with our passions, innermost desires, and our feelings. So, I got to thinking, theJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-907518932003-03-15T00:31:00.000-06:002003-03-15T00:31:35.186-06:00Talked to DJ again tonight. He's so fucking us over. His own flesh and blood. Screw me think of your son you selfish egotistical pigheaded asshole!!! Phewwwwww....and breathe Joie.....breathe........
"things will turn out right ... i will be breathing the next day and the sun shall rise"
"things will turn out right ... i will be breathing the next day and the sun shall rise"
"things will Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-907516842003-03-15T00:25:00.000-06:002003-03-15T00:25:01.186-06:00I am a capitalistic pig who will martyr even her selfish egocentric hide for the cause of an open economy and free enterprise. I am a social Darwinist whose sole theory for advancement of the species is the proposal that we send all the ignoramuses of the world blasting off to uranus in a shoddily crafted spaceshuttle. I am a loudmouthed bratty knowitall 23 year old who doesn't much like the Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902246132003-03-06T00:52:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:52:58.903-06:00I'm watching that MTV show about the Sorority. It's fucking ridiculous. This one crazy bitch with a big nose is worried about preserving the "institution" and the "sisterhood." Maybe I just dont understand. What's the difference between sororities? I mean, what are they preserving?
I don't know. I don't know why I care about shit like that. Maybe I should just give up and...not care? I mean, Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902245132003-03-06T00:50:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:52:27.000-06:00I'm wearing dirty socks right now, because all my socks are dirty. Yes, it's pretty disgusting. I wish I wasn't, but I am.
Sometimes I wish I had a minstrel, or a bard, or something of that nature to walk 100 or so yards in front of me so that people would just leave me the fuck alone.
For example, when I want to go downstairs to do my laundry and I can't because all these idiots are trying Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902244112003-03-06T00:47:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:47:13.623-06:00I want to live in a world where people care about things. And have deeper thoughts than "It should just be friends." I want to live in a world where I am king, and reallyreallyreallyreally good education was mandatory. And by mandatory I mean "beat you with a ruler if you dont take the time to spell out y-o-u-r"
I want to live in a world where Jack and Kelly don't get to live off of daddy's Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902242232003-03-06T00:42:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:42:07.873-06:00I'm a firm believer in helping stupid people to stop irritating me.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902241332003-03-06T00:39:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:39:36.140-06:00"I love to run free on the open plains of ambiguity."
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902238952003-03-06T00:33:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:33:29.293-06:00Love me, hate me, WHATEVER Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902238542003-03-06T00:32:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:32:25.060-06:00"A human being is a part of a whole, called by us "universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902238292003-03-06T00:31:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:31:40.153-06:00"The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives."
-Albert Einstein
Wow the more I read about this man, the clearer my head seems to become.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902237232003-03-06T00:28:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:28:22.530-06:00How does one go about changing there conditioned mental state?
I'm talking about the experiences that have shaped and formed our life's. I'm in the period of my life were I need to make some major personality habit and character changes. Does anyone want to share there life altering lessons with us? Does anyone want to divulge some personal experiences that have formed a free thinking individualJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902236752003-03-06T00:27:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:27:08.340-06:00You know what it feels like to be scared. Do you know why it is we feel this emotion? What is its purpose? To keep us alive?
Fear keeps us alive. A famous man once said "The only thing to Fear is Fear its self." Hmmmm, Fear is apart of us and should not be looked at as a nuisance but as a guide. Take your health away and you quickly come to the conclusion that life is truly precious. Scared Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902233942003-03-06T00:20:00.000-06:002003-03-06T01:58:55.000-06:00My brother and I have a bet going over how high of a rating he'll get. So everyone run and give him a 10!
Are You HOT or NOT?Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-902110622003-03-05T20:14:00.000-06:002003-03-05T20:16:59.000-06:00My birthday was great. Thank you to all of you who left Happy Birthday Wishes! I had a fun night out. Yes DJ, I GOT DRUNK! Yes your son was in a very safe place! DJ likes to accuse me of getting high and drunk everynight while taking care of my son. I'm an adult TWO YEARS OVER THE LEGAL DRINKING AGE!! And completely valid to have an active social life which is NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-899006162003-02-28T08:00:00.000-06:002003-02-28T08:00:09.950-06:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-898843892003-02-27T23:22:00.000-06:002003-02-27T23:26:59.000-06:00There is no justification or excuse for inconsiderate selfish people. Absolutely none. People who act on their own selfish vices, hate and bitterness are the most pitiful pathetic human beings alive. I don't care if humans aren't perfect and susceptible to such things. There's always room for change. To be content in your faults is worse than having them.
Sometimes you're so emotionally scarredJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-898842462003-02-27T23:18:00.000-06:002003-02-27T23:18:49.153-06:00COFFEE and MIDNIGHT STROLLS in SNOWY Boston or New York... Gentle NAPS on the GRASS on THOSE SUMMER days... LONG WALKS on the BEACH with HIM... CANDLELIGHT DINNERS and fireplace LAUGHS... SNUGGLING to SAPPY EPISODES of American Dreams... LIVING FOR THE MOMENT... I want that to be ME......
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-898821522003-02-27T22:33:00.000-06:002003-02-27T22:35:50.000-06:00In just 2 short hours I will be 23 years old. 23. And what have I accomplished in my life? (Deafening Silence) Well, I made one helluva beautiful baby. Hopefully my future will include more personal accomplishments.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-896573802003-02-24T12:44:00.000-06:002003-02-27T22:32:57.000-06:00Ho hum, ho hum. Just sitting here being bored. Waiting for my hair to dry so I can fix it. A friend and I took turns highlighting our hair. I did his and of course it turned out perfect. Well then he did mine. Um, yeah. Actually it looks really cute but I have to rearrange my hair everyday so that the highlights lay in just the right spots, otherwise it doesn't look so good. So I sit hereJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-895863222003-02-23T00:14:00.000-06:002003-02-23T00:14:53.650-06:00Young Prostitutes
What is the damn deal with those 13 yr old hootchies with the little shorts that say CHEER or FUCK ME or whatever it is across the ass, that they turn down the waistbands on to make even shorter? Do they have parents? Or are they perhaps trying to sell themselves to buy food? Cuz I'd take them to mcdonald's if they'd put on some fucking clothes already.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-895851322003-02-22T23:43:00.000-06:002003-02-22T23:54:50.000-06:001,000 Shards of Madness
Doing another one of those long, trival "stupid facts about me" lists. Only this one will be broken up. I'll call it 1,000 Shards of Madness.
20) I have to sleep with something tucked between my knees. Otherwise the boneyness keeps me awake.
19) My dream car is a yellow Dodge Viper.
18) I have several recurring dreams (actually recurring dream scenarios; the plot Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-895805392003-02-22T21:53:00.000-06:002003-02-22T21:53:38.126-06:00Does anyone here pilfer office supplies?Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-895800122003-02-22T21:40:00.000-06:002003-02-22T21:40:00.860-06:00Gotta Give Props To Da Goddess
Joan has been reading and commenting on my pathetic blog all along, even though I thought she had dropped me. Sorry Goddess! *Getting on knees and begging for forgiveness* I also dropped her from my blogroll, but she's back! So sorry Joan, thanks for being such a great friend when I obviously wasn't! Run, Run over to DaGoddess.com right now! You'll love her Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-895797062003-02-22T21:32:00.000-06:002003-02-22T21:32:17.913-06:00What Will I Do With My Future?
I have accepted myself, my past, all the wrongdoings I have committed. I choose not to forget what I have done (unlike a certain country I'm moving about in (hah!)). From that, I know what I don't want to be: A loner, a failure, an abuser, a complainer. This I swear before all of you under the eyes of God. Now I just need to work on the things I want to be. I thinkJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-895794752003-02-22T21:26:00.000-06:002003-02-22T21:53:44.000-06:00AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
\HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE HIM!!!!!! I HATE HIM!!!!!! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII HHHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTE HHHHHHHHIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-893576282003-02-19T00:28:00.000-06:002003-02-20T20:08:59.000-06:00If I had a dime for every time you walked away,
I could afford to not give a shit
and buy a drink and drown the day.
seriously. shit man.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-893575402003-02-19T00:25:00.000-06:002003-02-19T00:25:42.400-06:00I Thought I Was There
I don't know what song this is, but I dig the lyrics. And if I might say, I empathize.
it was hard to swallow
how could i smile
i wasn't sure of tomorrow
i hoped for the best and prayed for the better
but it continues to repeat
the words you wrote in that love letter
did you stop to see what we had
maybe i was just dreamin
the dream just turned out bad
my lover my other Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-893573892003-02-19T00:21:00.000-06:002003-02-19T00:21:33.113-06:00Ick
I hate him so much.
How come,
When I see him,
My heart still skips a beat?
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-893569702003-02-19T00:07:00.000-06:002003-02-19T00:10:09.000-06:00I...HATE..HIM!!!
Yeah. He also had the nerve to ask me to more or less pay for the fucking divorce! The more I think about it the more pissed off I get! Here's to you DJ! You want to read my personal shit, go right the fuck ahead! Here's an entry ALL FOR YOU!!!
I made a decision to cut you out of my life, and it sticks. Regardless of whether you think I can do it or not. I've done it Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-893566482003-02-18T23:58:00.000-06:002003-02-18T23:58:19.120-06:00I Lied
I'm not going to bed. For what? So I can lie awake in bed all night and get even more pissed off? You know what? This chic has 9 lives. I think I've used about 7 of them, but I'm still kicking.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-893547372003-02-18T23:18:00.000-06:002003-02-18T23:18:04.323-06:00I Hate Him
Can you believe DJ had the nerve to call me from his little homewrecking slut's house this past weekend?! ARGGGH!! It's so fucking annoying!! I've been trying to call him today to give him some information he needs, and guess what? He's not home. And he didn't work today. Obviously he's been staying at her house, and OBVIOUSLY he's been sleeping with her. It makes me sick to myJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-891043382003-02-14T12:42:00.000-06:002003-02-14T12:42:01.486-06:00I Have No Title For This One
I really feel like certain relationships of mine are falling apart. Maybe due to lack of effort on my side... maybe due to presently growing indifference. Kind of sad how shit like this happens... you take your time & energy, and you make the decision to invest it into someone.. someone you think you care about. and it disintigrates slowly as time goes by. Well Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-891040362003-02-14T12:35:00.000-06:002003-02-14T12:35:28.556-06:00Lonely
I just want my family together again. I just want my husband.....Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-890731372003-02-13T22:35:00.000-06:002003-02-13T22:35:25.790-06:00Feed Me
Comment leavers are my favorite kinds of people. Be one.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-890719552003-02-13T22:10:00.000-06:002003-02-13T22:10:35.373-06:00Psycho
What kind of a psychological disorder does a person have if everytime they are given a compliment they are offended? For example...
My friends can say - Wow, you look really cute in those pants. I translate this to mean - You look really fat in all your other pants.
A co-worker says - Those glasses make you look very intelligent. Translation - When you wear your contacts you just look Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-890719242003-02-13T22:09:00.000-06:002003-02-13T22:09:47.526-06:00Grrrrr
I do the things I should not do. I do not do the things I should do. I am frustrated.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-890707282003-02-13T21:43:00.000-06:002003-02-13T21:43:50.433-06:00Stupid Cupid
I hate Valentine's day. Yes I am one of those stupid, cynical people who are UTTERLY jealous of sickingly sweet truly in love couples. But, I don't just hate Valentine's day because of being alone this year, I've ALWAYS hated Valentine's because I've been alone EVERY year! Even when I was with DJ, he was always at work (or rather, that was his EXCUSE) Valentine's night. Every Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-888304502003-02-09T21:53:00.000-06:002003-02-09T21:53:45.000-06:00dfgdfgJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-885714612003-02-04T22:24:00.000-06:002003-02-09T21:49:02.000-06:00Inspiration
Inspiration's a funny thing. It's what strikes me in the middle of the night out of a dead sleep to write some odd idea of how the world works. Now generally these incoherent ramblings accomplish nothing but allowing me to empty my mind in a completely unproductive manner... but for some reason the logic of "what you're saying has already been said a million times just in other Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-885710592003-02-04T22:16:00.000-06:002003-02-04T22:16:19.216-06:00How Backwards
Why is it that no one appreciates you until AFTER you are dead? What a mixed up fucking society that I REALLY want no part of.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-885709762003-02-04T22:14:00.000-06:002003-02-04T22:15:26.000-06:00Michael....
I do have a blog where I used to write about just my son, Michael, but that one is all messed up too and I haven't gotten around to fixing it. Michael has been such a brave little boy through all this mess and I just want to write what I'm feeling for him right now....
Michael.... I know life is difficult for you, and you have to go through stuff that most other kids don't. You Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-885705922003-02-04T22:05:00.000-06:002003-02-04T22:10:41.000-06:00Itty Bitty Thoughts
Have you ever been driving along and then one of those little itty bitty thoughts that you shouldn’t have pops into your head and it’s like KA-POW! And you actually open your mouth, sigh, and then say, “Wwwooooo…”
Well folks, it’s happened to me. A few times. Or maybe a few more times than that. Well, who’s counting? And it happened tonight. Out of nowhere…it just came to meJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-885704272003-02-04T22:02:00.000-06:002003-02-04T22:02:38.916-06:00He Must Have Forgotten
He must have forgotten the way my eyes light up when he is near. He must have forgotten the way I smile when I see him. He must have forgotten me…the way I walk, the way I smell…the way I touch him. He must have forgotten all of it…the nights I cried while lying beside him…the days that we walked together, sharing secrets. He must have forgotten the things he told me; the Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-885693062003-02-04T21:40:00.000-06:002003-02-04T21:40:58.190-06:00My Head Is Spinning
I am... indescribable. Many things are happening to me right now. My complex world feels like the complex city I'm in. You're lost in the chaos of everything. But there's always someone there to help you back on track. You just have to ask the taxi driver for directions. Even though he's one of the poorest, he's often times the smartest. When I asked him for directions,Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-885483642003-02-04T14:40:00.000-06:002003-02-04T14:40:09.830-06:00So Dumb
"Why ya act dumb like uhhh duh? Say ya act dumb like uhhh duh!"~Workit, Missy Elliot
That's me. Dumb. You'd think I'd learn to leave a FUCKING TEMPLATE ALONE!!!! But I haven't. And I never expect myself to. Siiigh. Thank you for your patience. Links will be back up shortly.
P.S. I have a job! Kinda Weird, I haven't worked in like 2 years. But what's even weirder? I've Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-883842012003-02-01T11:58:00.000-06:002003-02-04T14:31:45.000-06:00Columbia Shuttle Team
God Bless all of you. My prayers go out to your family. Thank you all for your amazing bravery and courage that it takes to be in the occupation that you all were in. You gave your lives for the sake of all mankind, trying to improve our knowledge of our outerspace environment. Rest in peace Team Coloumbia, rest in peace.....Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-883709092003-02-01T03:03:00.000-06:002003-02-01T03:03:14.863-06:00"It's All About Love"
Tonight I thought a good deal about love. Nothing particular, but love in general, you know? So I bet you're wondering whether I've ever been in love, huh? Haha. You know that's what you're thinking. Well, the answer is I used to think so. In fact, I used to swear by the fact that I knew love all too well, and sometimes more than other people, I fancied. Ha! It's Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-883704642003-02-01T02:41:00.000-06:002003-02-01T02:41:56.103-06:00What Do You Think Of Me?
Alot of times I like to wonder what other people think of me. If they ever think of me. I don't really care what it is, I just want to know what it is. But then life wouldn't be as interesting if I could read minds. Or maybe it would be more interesting, because everyone would be mad at each other for reading each others mind. And everyone would be afraid to think. All Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-883703432003-02-01T02:35:00.000-06:002003-02-01T02:35:52.846-06:00Destiny
I can't help but look back at my mistakes and come close to tears. I wonder if someone in your life did one thing differently in your past, if that thing would change your whole future and how you live your life? Makes you think. Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-883702312003-02-01T02:31:00.000-06:002003-02-01T02:31:01.466-06:00Bad Times Can Only Make You Stronger
Sometimes I feel glad when people don't agree with things I believe or the way I feel about certain topics. I'm not sure why though.
Day by day I feel more tired and I feel like I'm slowly being pushed into the earth. I need something to pop me back up. Pills? Who knows
There was once a time when I was just as closeminded as all the rest of them. Yet now IJoiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-883701102003-02-01T02:25:00.000-06:002003-02-01T02:25:59.243-06:00Define Life
Life comes with all the glorious little victorious moments as well as it's shortcomings. a perfect life: one without it's share of conflicts and pain is not a life. Hurt is relative to each person, so even if in comparison, a pain may be a greater degree, ultimately pain is pain. My definition of life includes all the hard times, the 'wrong', sweat and tears, along with the smiles Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-883695492003-02-01T02:01:00.000-06:002003-02-01T02:22:49.000-06:00About Time!
Finally got rid of that Christmas look. Considering it's almost Valentines day....AND..............MY BIRTHDAY!!! WOOT! WOOT!! Yes, I know the sidebar is still pretty messed up. But I don't feel like fixing it at the moment. I just feel like writing. I miss you dear, beloved, blog, and even more beloved readers!!Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-873313992003-01-12T20:37:00.000-06:002003-01-31T19:55:32.000-06:00Another DJ???
Went out with some friends last night. The bar we choose was jam packed to the point where you literally could not move anywhere. I personally prefer a bar that has lots of people in it, but I don't care too much to be in one that crowded. Last night reminded me why! First of all, picture being a 20 something woman in the middle of a bar packed with drunk men. And I mean so Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-868137542003-01-01T22:49:00.000-06:002003-01-01T22:49:59.233-06:00Happy New Year
For any of you still reading out there, I can't tell you how much it means. Life has obviously taken precedent over my blog lately. I apologize, but that's life. So thank you to all of you who have stuck with me! I am still reading all of your blogs. And to the those few of you who have dropped me, fuck you too =D I can't begin to describe what a great life I'm living right Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-863221902002-12-20T10:04:00.000-06:002002-12-20T10:04:12.516-06:00Movin' On UP
New life, new year to come. Here we go! Forgive me if I'm MIA for a few.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-860398872002-12-15T14:03:00.000-06:002002-12-15T14:03:32.153-06:00"Whistle While You Twerk...."
DJ picked Mikey up for awhile and now I must finish packing, laundry, and dishes. I head out of this hellhole in just 2 days. It's nice to have some free time to get things done, but oh how my heart aches without my little Prince.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-860193422002-12-15T00:00:00.000-06:002002-12-15T14:01:50.000-06:00Father Time Hates Me
I really, really like Mike. (Big Mike) I'm falling too fast and too deep. The wounds are still fresh from my marriage, hell I'm still married! But Mike is everything DJ isn't. You can't do this Joie, don't do it. The timing is all wrong. Timing is always wrong with me. And when timing is wrong I usually end up making a BIG mistake. In fact, that's how I got in the Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-859976812002-12-14T12:18:00.000-06:002002-12-14T12:18:43.590-06:00Forgive Me
Just want you all to know that I have been reading all of your blogs, all of your comments on here and all of your emails. Unfourtantely, I only have time to read lately and not much time to respond. Please know that I appreciate all of your kind words. That goes double for you and you Marc and Melly!Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-859975472002-12-14T12:14:00.000-06:002002-12-14T12:24:02.000-06:00Dream
I had the strangest dream about some of you bloggers last night. Specifically, Acidman, JB (link not available), Joanie, and Rich. We were all in Acidman's Cracker Kitchen and he wouldn't stop cooking! Poor Rich was sitting at the table being force-fed by Acidman. There was food all over the table, and the counters. Joanie and I were standing around in the kitchen and poor, poor Rich Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-857689352002-12-10T00:02:00.000-06:002002-12-10T00:02:48.800-06:00Heartbroken
How do you just cut someone out of your life? After spending 5 years with them? After they gave up their life selflessly for you? After they gave you ANOTHER human life called your son? How can DJ be so heartless? How can he be so cold? I don't expect him to be all lovey and affectionate towards me but it's like I never meant anything at all to him. Like he can just cut the Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-857047312002-12-08T20:25:00.000-06:002002-12-08T20:25:40.860-06:00Blind As A Bat
New font, just for Joanie because she needs some G-L-A-S-S-E-S!!Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-856839572002-12-08T11:18:00.000-06:002002-12-08T11:25:36.000-06:00Almost Perfect
That's what last night was, almost perfect. It would have been completely perfect if my poor little boy hadn't been so sad =( My friends Crystal and Dustin invited me and Mikey to go to Natchitouish (not sure of the spelling, but it's pronounced Knack-a-dish) Louisiana for the Festivial Of Lights. So anyway, suprise of all surprises, my dear little friends had set me up on a Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-855766672002-12-05T22:56:00.000-06:002002-12-05T22:56:09.070-06:00Moving On In Minnesota
I think once I finally find my way back home (I don't know how long it will take) that Moving On In Minnesota will be my new title.Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-855499632002-12-05T12:58:00.000-06:002002-12-05T22:52:15.000-06:00Terrified
It's finally over. I leave behind my old life sometime next week. Turns out I was right, the asshole is seeing a woman from work. Yes, whom I've met, yes she knows he's married. He left us though. What the hell is that?!? He wasn't supposed to leave, I was!! I wasn't supposed to get hurt again, HE was!! I guess I always thought in the back of my mind that we would never really Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-853246122002-12-01T02:24:00.000-06:002002-12-01T02:24:18.260-06:00Lying Bastards
I should stop with movies like Serendipity, which was really too painful to watch most of the time (the number of near-misses just about killed me, dontchathink), even though it was a pretty good movie as far as recent B-grade romances go, and it just about redeemed itself by casting Aidan and Natasha from Sex in the City and letting us know about Serendipity 3 and Love in the Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464953.post-853243452002-12-01T02:12:00.000-06:002002-12-01T02:12:11.046-06:00Gotta Be The Best
Not being as good as other people at some things, not even being the best...and especially just plain sucking at something which I should be good at makes me feel really really bad.
Joiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07582279829564269676noreply@blogger.com