Gracie turned 1 on the 8th. She's so big now. She still only has 2 teeth. Yeh...2 teeth. I'm like god kid, where are they!!! She's not walking just yet either. Very very close, but no cigar ( Read more... )

Paul is hard headed as fuck. He's such a hard person to read. I'm pretty sure we don't feel the same way about each other, but then again I really don't know. I've bugged him before about how he feels about me...and it matched then..but it could be all talk...you know..tell you what you want to hear sorta thing. We are moving into an apartment of ( Read more... )

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I filed for child support yesterday. We have to determine paternity first if he says he doesn't feel like he's the dad. Either way I don't care. It's not me having to pay for the DNA test. I hear he's still going around saying he's not the father just because Gracie's hair is reddish brown. Ok..his mom's hair is reddish brown w/ more red then brown ( Read more... )

I'm in English. I hate this class. I can't make myself work. Summer 1 ends friday. Due to extra credit I have a D- in Anatomy..an F in the lab, which I will have to retake because there is no way to bring that up to a C. The D- is possible if I study really hard. It's bullshit. All of it. I love how I've wasted all of this time when I could have ( Read more... )

I make fucked up choices. I know this. When I said I never wanted Paul to see his daughter, I meant it. Or at least I thought. I broke down and on June 17th because he was showing interest, not me saying, when will yo usee her? I allowed them to meet. Him and I have really been getting along lately. He even bought diapers when I asked. I'm fine ( Read more... )

My cookie is 3 months ( Read more... )

I start school tomorrow. I went up there today to try and find my classes thinking that the buildings should be unlocked since the 3 and 8 week classes have already begun. Nope. Completely locked. I have no clue where the rooms are, but at least I know which buildings to go to ( Read more... )

Michael ruined parts of my mothers day by sending this text message: "Happy mothers day, BITCH. Sorry i sent this message, i'll never do it again. Bye ( Read more... )

As much as I hate those baby harnesses, I had to break down and buy one. Gracie HATES tummy time. Her poor little head is getting flat...so I bought a harness thinking, ok...I'll just have her in it all day, except for when she sleeps. So far so good ( Read more... )