Thanksgiving Weekend

Oh my god, was it loud! Of course at Diane's, that's what you should always expect. Oh but the game. Dallas Won! YAY! The turkey was okay. We then celebrated birthdays and Christmas (for those leaving the area/state for the holiday) It was okay. I was so thankful the Dallas game was on while we were there or I'm not sure Id have been so calm. he he. And today was the Buckeye v Wolverine game! AMAZING! At the very end, it was very close. Michigan played very well. OHIO WON by ONE POINT! It was AMAZING! And AWESOME! And COOL! And just down right, we did it! We beat Michigan! And with an UNDEFEATED SEASON! 12-0! How awesome! Urban Meyer is an amazing coach, and obviously and amazing hire for Ohio State Football.

Women in combat: Three females march into history by completing Marine infantry training

Women in combat: Three females march into history by completing Marine infantry training

Is it Friday yet? I mean in 2015...

For some reason my 'a' button does not want to work properly. Its that time again, BIRTHDAY. It amazes me how fast time can disappear. At 26, I can say with a very happy heart, still no wedding/marriage, no baby, no anything that would constantly annoy, disappoint, or hurt me. Take a look around and you see siblings, married or not, with kids! We always said we wouldn't do what they did. The abandonment, and neglect. The people we have in our lives deserve better. Yet here you are, giving your own child away cause you don't want it. What the hell is wrong with you?! Getting pregnant by a high school friend so you'll never be alone, and then destroying what was a wonderful friendship. Now that child is left with a broken home and heart all because of you. She'll grow up constantly thinking, questioning the love/hate relationship her parents have. Why did they do that to their own kids?! Ya know, he kinda had a thought there. Question everything about your self and identity till it makes no damn sense, people look at you crazy and you can laugh it off. Of course, he was probably the most mentally damaged of us three. Mommy abandons you at ten, daddy starts neglecting you, hoe bag enters. Who wouldn't want to grow up in that story?! Come on!

So, in 26 years, I've managed to survive (ironically), in Hawaii get a permanent finger bump from some crazy door (or brother, who really knows now?). I've managed two surgeries, one an organ removal. I have a metal rod in my foot. I've lost all four wisdom teeth to Batman and Robin. That is still my favorite, funniest wake up in the hospital. I've suffered one seizure, seen pink elephants and spoken to a frog. Medical mysteries aside, i still think I'm in a different dead dimension.

I also think if this were real, the pain would not be killing my feet. I mean, Tylenol aside, I drink to cover the pain. But some days, I want to chop them off! At least I can forget.

Of course, I think forgetting might be something to turn around. I need the memory of growing up. I desperately want it. Not knowing what happened outside the horrible or heart breaking moments tears me up inside. I remember things, but they're rarely happy moments. I don't give a damn about the baptism anymore but that memory wont leave. I want to forget about Richard getting thrown into the entertainment center, but that wont leave. Or Bobby nearly dying after, as a young kid, knocking the emergency break out, and rolling back into the street.  These are the ones I don't need anymore, but I cant remember any happy ones. I don't have memories of birthday parties growing up. The one birthday gift I do remember the most is from Grandma Liz, racist bitch. Newspaper clippings, like OMG, my only wish!

How do you spell Oy vey! That's the way it comes out in my brain. Wow! Its a good day to be Emily. Every year, like I do, I take a look at my birth certificate. And like always, once again I realize I misspell my name everyday. Every single day. How sad. But to change everything to the proper spelling, the one on my birth certificate, would take hours. Why did I ask them to spell it for me that first time. I should have just asked to see the damn certificate. That would have avoided all this debacle.

I can say with a sure heart, they will never win the Best Parent of the Year award. They certainly dont deserve it!

this was suppose to be about me.

and you have no idea how many years i've been thinking that. i'm sick of it. which is probably why this post will be all my opinions. what the hell is up with people who all of a sudden, out of no whereness they get the idea to be offended by a team name/mascot that been around for years, decades, hell ages. what the hell is wrong with you people. do you think they started out trying to be offensive. is that the idea you got of current owners and fans. come on!!! like they had anything to do with it when the team/organization premiered!

so i heard about this site that apparently call out home-wreckers. i kinda want to see how many times Kaylins' name pops up. stupid bitch!

oh, but who am i to think my birthday should be all about me. normally, over the past couple of years, we've gone to c-bus to see amanda. worse, i don't know who for! like i care about seeing my boyfriends sister before the family holidays. no! i want to do what i want to do which does never involve forty five minutes of driving! what kind of fun is that! you wanna see your daughter then go, but don't make it about my damn birthday!!!

and how much longer are we gonna sit here? i wanna go home! Mississippi is callin!