summer's blog

Bad Spot (EDIT)

Not sure what to do. My family that has been helping me out financially has told me to go to hell yesterday and that they are done with me and will no longer help me out. Now I have no idea what to do. They were the only way to keep the roof over my head and my utilities going. Now that they are going to stop helping, I have no way to keep the roof over my head anymore let alone my utilities going.

Gotta Love Karma

I should not feel a little happy about this but I do. This is what you get for doing what you did to me a couple of weekends ago. You called me today to tell me that someone wiped out your bank account. I wanted so badly to laugh and say that's what you get for doing what you did to me. But, I didn't.

I Miss You So Much

A million times I needed you, a million times I cried. If love alone could've saved you, you never would have left me. In life I loved you dearly, in death I love you still. In my heart you hold a special place no one else will ever fill. It broke my heart to lose you, But you didn't go alone. Part of me went with you the day God took you home. You will always be in my heart and soul. I love and miss you Grandma!!

Liar Liar, Pants on Fire

Why do you lie so much?!?! Tell the fricken truth!! I have caught you in so many lies and have never said anything. The reason why I never said anything, is your lies have never affected me or my life. This time they did. Your lie caused such a big fight with my family that I think they have washed their hands of me and stop helping me financially .

Good to be back

This bites

You know it really sucks when you cannot get any kind of help. I have called every single organization in this state and I cannot receive any kind of assistance. I have been told because I am not a minority, I am not popping out all these kids and I am not 65 yrs or older there is no kind of help for me. Wtf? One place that I called told me that I need to have received and eviction letter, before they will help me. What the hell? That is what I am trying to prevent!!!

End of my ropes

I do not know what to do anymore. I am severely depressed. I have become disabled and can no longer work anymore. I am losing everything. I lost my ex boyfriend 3 years ago, who later became my best friend shortly afterwards. We would talk all of the time, up to 5, 6 times a day. We would do things together. He is now seeing some girl and I feel as I am losing him all over again. He still calls me, but it is not the same. We talk maybe 1 or 2 times now. He has become so distant and we really have nothing to talk about anymore.

Being over 30

Take pride in being alive!

People over 30 should be dead. Here's why ....................

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ...and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.

(Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)

As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.


We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes..

After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on .

No one was able to reach us all day.



We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms .

We had REAL friends! We went outside and found
them. We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us.
Remember accidents?

We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms , and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.

Lynching in Malibu

On August 21, 1996, Brandon Hein was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

On May 22, Brandon and 4 other teenagers [Jason Holland, Micah Holland, Tony Milotti, Chris Velardo] went to the backyard clubhouse of Mike McLoren that was locally known as the "Fort" to purchase marijuana. McLoren was known to sell marijuana out of the "Fort" where he and his friends hung out. Mike's best friend and frequent companion at the "Fort" was Jimmy Farris who was the son of an LAPD officer.

Most of the teenagers were stoned or drunk. Both Jason Holland and Mike McLoren testified in court that what happened next took approximately 60 seconds.

The "Fort" was a small, dark, homemade structure in McLoren's back yard. 15-year-old Micah Holland was first into the "Fort." By the time the others entered words had been exchanged between Micah and McLoren and a fight was already in progress. The bigger McLoren had Micah in a headlock. Micah's older brother, Jason, jumped in and the melee was underway. During the 60 second fight Jason Holland pulled a 2" Swiss Army-type knife from a holder on his belt and stabbed at McLoren. Mike's friend Jimmy Farris jumped in and Jason stabbed him too. Fists swung in the dark and in 60 seconds it was over and Jimmy Farris and Mike McLoren left the "Fort" running to the McLoren house.

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