Okay, let's get this thing rolling already

It's official: the four grand kids are no longer living with us. Late that one night Jr. and Robyn came over and demanded we give them up. We called the police but they said there was nothing we could do to keep them . Our Right of Attorney documents didn't even help us any. Which from my point of view is great, because I was on my last straw with them. They never listened to me and always seemed to want to break the rules, even after months of living with us they still didn't learn that a slap on the ass means its wrong. It's like crying wasn't a big deal for them. I'm glad they're gone, but now they're living in a cramped damp basement that is way to small for the family of six. So I'm naturally concerned for their well-being, so long as I don't have to house or baby sit them for free as i was doing. Jr. and Robyn, only wanted the kids back so they could have food stamps and well fare money.

Now, you may think that life is just dipity doo da since they've been gone. But they didn't take everything with them. Besides leaving their clothes, beds, toys, and school stuff here, they left their diseases too. Everyone swiftly got sick, and VERY sick. Of coarse no one went to the doctors but Cody and Logan, whom got medication. Senior and I were sicker than dogs and my Mom tried to hide it so she could continue to work so we didn't die. I was on bed rest for a whole week with something terrible that almost killed me. I thought I was better for Halloween so I could spend some good time with Taylor (read his blog for details on that) but, alas, I became ill AGAIN and had to go home too early. And here I sit a few days after the fact. I can walk around now and I've thoroughly cleaned my room and car. I still feel ugh-ish but I'm starting to eat again which is great considering I didn't for over a week. Every thing tasted like acid and created insane amounts of nausea that never resulted in throwing up. AMEN! I hate that. Yuck.

I'm just tired of being sick and missing my Taylor. My friends have wanted to hang out and I haven't been able to. Nick wants to go bowling on Friday and I'm only going if I am eating and drinking regularly. Like pop and sweets and meat. Which I don't know if that'll happen because I'm just now able to drink apple juice. That's actually quite the accomplishment. Especially since I turned out to be allergic to the medicine I was taking to kill whatever was in me. So now my body has an itchy rash and minor hives. Yes, I know, I'm actually allergic to something. What a way to find out. Today, Senior's taking me to the Free Clinic ('cause I don't have health insurance) and they'll look me over and maybe even help with insurance. I'm going to be getting all my shots considering I'm way behind on all of them. Wish me luck being a pin cushion.

You can tell my stomach has shrunk (nothing new for me) I had one bowl of buttered noodles at noon and I'm still stuffed. I'll need them for dinner too, cuz I don't want Shepard's pie, and that's what they're making. Great, right as I'm starting to eat they're making food I hate. Old habits die hard I guess...