Hmmm…

Oh god, where do I start?

I won’t be changing my diary.  I’m going to stay public.  I’m going to stay me.  If you want to read me, then go ahead.  I only tell the truth here.  That’s the way I will stay.  I didn’t always tell you the whole truth, but I won’t do that anymore.  You ask and I will write the truth.  If it hurts, then its your fault.

You should have told me you were reading my diary.  It wasn’t fair for you to sneak around.  I will not regret anything that I have written,

I feel like crap.  That stomach bug is in the school again.  My asshole can’t take anymore.  Not that anybody wanted to know that.  Oh well, too late.

Baby Doll is fine.  She has decided that potty training is for the birds.  She cries when I ask her to sit on the potty.  I guess we’ll keep trying.  I’ve got to post pictures of her, but I can’t find the fucking USB cable.  Sometimes computers and cameras are a pain in the ass.

I’m so rambling.  Its pathetic.  I think of all these great entries at night when I want to sleep and then I can’t remember them the next day.  I wish I could think of a great entry now.  This one is making no sence.

I can’t even remember what I wanted to say.

Oh yeah, I’ll write a whole entry about Mom soon.  She is having a hard time.  Today is Dad’s and her anniversary.  She’s been in the hospital for six weeks now so she is depressed. 

All that later though.  Too tired to write.  And my tummy hurts again.

Love you all.  Night.

Y’all take care and hug those babies tight.

Mandy

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.