

I feel weird posting pictures up here of the coast but I just want to show anyone who might be looking at this blog how bad it still is.











Years later they pop up as do so many questions about my childhood. What other secrets were kept or hidden. Where are thoose shirts I bought when I was allowed to go shopping by myself for the first time. Do my parents love me. (well not that one but I figured I'd give it a shot) I'm just so upset that I was the only kid with three badges.
And thanks to the person who found them and sent them to me..I appreciate the blackmail..Mom I'll try to let you make it up to me..It'll just be hard :)
IS HE THE CULPRIT BEHIND THE PASSPORT HEIST??? ( sure as hell looks guilty to me )
So, I've given up on ever finding my passport. I have come to the conclusion that over the course of living here and having my apartment flooded twice it got either thrown away or permantly misplace. The first Picture is from my neighbors washer overflowing drowning the place and the second picture is the water that rained in the apartment from hurricane Katrina. Just when you think Katrina is done messing with you she rears her ugly head once more. Besides that Danny's passport has been delayed since their New Orleans office is no longer, it then had to get sent to New Hampshire and what was supposed to take six weeks is now on week ten.
Ugg, other then that I'm still accepting We love amy and want her out of the country donations.

This is the disaster I'm living in right now.....Hate moving Hate moving.