I hate being sick...

I've blown my nose so much it hurts when I touch it...I don't even know how I got sick (I could blame it on the sudden change of the weather) but it wasn't even that cold in New Orleans...

So we got the puppies back...it was such a sweet reunion, they looked at though they had grown some, but they didn't of course :) Jess was suffering from "dry skin" and went to biting around her tail again, and she was so skinny, but Amber assured me that she was ok and the hair would grow back eventually. I'm so glad to be home. Amber is too. When she first saw N.O. she started crying...I don't blame her, the pictures don't do justice until you see the sights for yourself. We stayed in New Orleans from Thursday to Saturday morning. It sucked too, everything was so...ugh. I was afraid to take a shower, much less drink the water. I'm still amazed at how much work still isn't being done, everything looks the same unless you're downtown. The apartment we stayed in is the apartment we are/won't be renting...I say that back because my mom's job gave her a decision to move to Colorado, or to go back in New Orleans in December. The logical thing to do would be to move to Denver, but I don't think she's quite ready to let go yet. I wouldn't want to be in New Orleans now, or the upcoming months, there are some many things going on and not one of them are positive...unless you count M.A.X. (St.Mary's, St.Aug, and XUP). By the time they stop fighting about what to do and actually start re-building, everyone will have already started over some place else. If we move to Colorado, we'll all be together (well, Whitney and I will be an hour and a half away, but that's better than 2 states away)

My favorite thing to do is go grocery shopping. I know, that is strange, but I love doing it. He'll cook, and I'll buy the ingredients. We went shopping earlier, and spent $200 on food. Tomorrow he's making me and my mom ribs...I'm not a big meat eater but I'll make room for that :)

We're suppose to be going to Las Vegas to visit my grandmother for Thanksgiving...have I mentioned I hate plane rides?

I probably won't be taking that job at The Grand, only because my mom is more than sure we're moving back to New Orleans in January.

I think one of my X-Factor's is a complete drag...and I don't mean as in queen either...this person is so depressing it's not even funny. I don't want to say any names, I'd rather them not know so I don't hurt anyone's feelings. I know, that sounds bad, but even when you tell them to shape up and get a life, it just goes through one ear and out the other.

It's really hard trying to teach yourself accounting...I'm so lucky he was an accounting major at one time, I'm getting lost and I'm only in Chapter 2.

I have another 14 months on my treatment, and another $1700 dollars to pay for my braces...I was so pissed and depressed at the same time. If KATRINA hadn't hit, I would have only had to pay $278 and wore them for another 6 months...anywho, LOL, they have a Grand Theatre like 25 miles from my house, and I might go work there...it won't be the same people I worked with so I'm actually looking forward to working again...

My mom is talking about moving back to New Orleans again...in January. And I'm not looking forward to going back...if you would have asked me this 4 weeks ago I would have gladly jumped at the idea...but now, after seeing the state the city is in...well, why would want to go back now? I know I don't, not when the area we're living is nicer, the quality of life is better, and everything you need is down the street...literally (i.e. mall, Wal-Mart, movie theatre, salon, spas, 3 Starbucks!) The only difference is, Whitney is in Colorado, my grandmother Melba is in Las Vegas along with the other half of the family I actually like, and Rayanne is in Dallas...

My sister and dogs are coming home! And I'm super duper excited! We're meeting them half way, which is actually in New Orleans, we were already getting Whitney's stuff out the dorm this week, so it's perfect timing. I'm so happy right now, I'm actually beaming. I was so excited I actually left the house (after a week) and pampered myself...it's been so long since I've gotten a pedicure I almost forgot how much it tickles! I think the lady was getting a little irritated tho, I kept jumping. But anywho, I can't wait until I see them, especially my dog, I miss her so much.

I have an orthodontics appointment tomorrow, not really looking forward to that, especially since I've haven't been wearing my rubber bands...

So I started talking to a friend of mine that I thought long gone, but I'm glad we re-kindled our friendship :)

I'm not sure if I want to go to Colorado State or not, now that my sister and dogs are coming home, I kind of want to stay...

Girls hate me...

I'm not that popular in the female department, never really have been...and if I'm friends with another girl's boyfriend, she hates me...and guess what, I. Don't. Care. :)


So anywho, my mom and I each have a brand new bottle of mace, for protection of course...


I saw my dad today for the first time in 6 years...and the whole time he talked...or his wife talked for him, I couldn't help but WANT to reach into my purse and spray both of them in the eyes...this is the same man who would undress me and my sister's at the police station when they exchanged us each week, just because my mom asked him to return the clothes she sent with us...this is the same man that hit on my cousin Laurie when Whitney was only 1...this is the same man who's lied to me over and over again when I was 5 just to try and turn me against my "evil" mommy......this is also the same man that sat outside my house today waiting for me and my mom to come home and scared the sh*t out of us...hence the mace-funny, that's the actual color of the mace. We preferred a gun, but not much luck there, so we had to learn how to hold the mace can right so not to spray in our eyes.
After all this time, the pain and the anger is still there. And instead of wanting answers (b/c I know I won't get them) I just want to inflict pain on him, just so he can see how it feels to be abandoned, to grow up without a father, to hurt his mother like he hurt mine. That's horrible, I know...but hopefully...and yes, I mean it when I said hopefully because I am hoping, that when he goes to his hearing on December 8th-that is if he doesn't run again, that the judge sentences him to prison, and he becomes someone's bitch.

Disgusted and appalled...

I don't usually talk about my extended family because about 90% of them I would rather not deal with at all. Last night, my mom went by my Aunt Sandra's house (that's my grandmother's sister). Besides the fact that we're all displaced, they have a lot more drama going on (and you'll see why I don't associate myself with them). Recently we just found out that my Uncle Mel, or Big Robiho as we call him, fathered another child outside of his marriage (not my aunt because she's a drunken mess). And while his wife sat in an apartment in Houston wasting away (no pun intended) he was moving his mistress's stuff back and forth between Baton Rouge and New Orleans a week after the storm hit, and basically left his family. He also took my aunt's FEMA money to do it (can I say low much? My aunt and uncle had 3 kids, Missy who has 6 children with like 4 different baby daddies...and I can't believe I said that, Poopie-don't ask me his real name, and my cousin Mark who died like 4 years ago or something like that of health issues,surprisingly, he pulled a 50 Cent move and was shot like 6 times a year before he died). Ok anyways, I'm leading away from the topic. So to say the least, the Robiho's were going crazy because of this sudden break in news. Then, on top of that, my cousin Poopie was still in New Orleans, impersonating an officer and looting! Ok so fastfoward a complete of weeks. My mom went by my aunt after work the day before yesterday. She of course wouldn't abandon her family in such a time of need obviously, unlike some of my family, but that's another post for another day. But because Houston is so big, and her job is already like 30 miles away from the apartment we live in, she decided to stay over night because she didn't want to spend 45 minutes trying to get home and fall asleep at the wheel (which she would have done because my mom can fall asleep at the drop of a dime, but I already suspected that she indulged herself in a few beers and a little weed already with my aunt and cousin Missy, the only family she can get away with doing careless stuff like that, so I told her to stay and sleep tight) . My mom comes home today, and brings along with her a few souvenirs (the stuff that was looted in New Orleans). When she told me where she got it from I lost it. And I don't mean to yell at my mom, I was in no way trying to be disrespectful or anything like that. I just made it a point to say to her that our house had been broken into a number of times since the storm (and thank God nothing was taken but still... ) and for all we know it could have been my cousin Poopie playing Mr.Deputy, and eventho what she brought home was considerably smaller than most items worth looting, it was still wrong. I would expect so much more from my mom, I can understand that she's under a lot of stress right now, but accepting stuff that obviously was stolen just doesn't sit right with me.

Just another night...

...so it's a typical night for me, I am once again up in the wee hours of the night (not so typical, I'm the queen of insominiacs), and all I'm doing is surfing the net. I check NOLA.com frequently, and I see a headliner, Cat 5 Wilma. At the moment the storm hasn't even hit the gulf, but when it does, it's going to go East, I've check the jet stream, and it's east at the moment as well. Which means that Florida is going to get hit...bad. And as I'm looking up all of this stuff, I'm thinking to myself when does it end? It's one natural disaster after another, after the earth quake in Peru I thought to myself "is this Armageddon?". I've tried not to doubt my faith in God, but sometimes it's hard to keep that faith, especially in this current situation where you're constantly doubting anything and everything. Natural distasters occcur all the time now...it's inevitable. It's not fair...why us, why now? Why did 1000+ people have to die because of Katrina, and damn near 40,000 people in Asia because of the earth quake? I'm plagued with questions, I found myself crying again last night for like the millionth time, asking why? Where was God when that first trickle of water seeped into the city, or when the earth began to tremble making buildings collapse with people in them. He has the power to stop all of this...but then again who am I to question Him. Everything happens for a reason, whether we like it or not...so here I am again back at square one.

Blah

Amber will be coming back in December, which is something I was hoping for because it's about that time I leave my mom. Given our current situation, I'm actually looking forward to getting out of Texas. I'm applying to Colorado State, and hopefully I will be attending the school Whitney is at. The reason I didn't go before was because I didn't want to leave my mom by herself, but now she'll have Amber...and the dogs.


I've cursed my dad out for the final time, I never want to speak to him again. He does nothing but cause people anger and pain, if he calls again I'll just ignore it. I should have known his "trying" had an ulterior motive behind it, but like me to get him the benefit of the doubt. I won't even give him the energy he needs to burn, with that said, his "hearing" with the court in January will probably land him in jail, karma is a bitch.


We're making our way back into the city...again. I think my mom is stressing herself out because there has once again been evidence of someone being in our house. I think it's pointless to go back, after all, our house is open to any looter who just wanders by, so let the bastards have it. We got the important stuff...but that doesn't stop her from wanting to go back...So I'll be making that 5 hour drive again for the 4th time this weekend...road trips are starting to become the norm.

He has been great, he makes dinner, lunch, breakfast and whatever snack in between. LOL I don't cook, I hate cooking, so my mom told him he could stay as long as he wanted. I think she finds some kind of comfort in him being there since Kenny left.

so, one day... a girl was sick & her boyfriend had come over to fix her up and make her feel better... so he brought some soup, brownies, & a tape with some re-runs of the OC and Laguna Beach...he makes the soup & sets everything on a table next to her & pops in the tape...she eats the soup & watches video... her boyfriend says that he's gotta go to meet a friend. so he leaves & she breaks out the brownies... she finishes them right as video tape was over...right after Laguna Beach ends, it cuts to a scene with her boyfriend getting blowjob from her best friend and she spits his cum into the bowl of brownie mix.. and he looks at the camera and say "u just been dumped" If u found this disgusting, funny or FUCKED UP re-post

Disgusted beyond words...

...we made our 3rd trip back to New Orleans since Katrina. I'm now use to seeing the damage, use to the smell, but I never thought that I'd actually be scared to enter into my own home after the flood. I've beeing visiting the New Orleans east forum on NOLA.com, and people have been talking about people looting since they've let people back into the city. Well, it's all true. When we first got there we realized that someone had already attempted to steal whatever we had left (but we had been there twice before so we got what was worth stealing). They went through our drawers and closets, that's how we knew someone else had been in our house. We had not been in our house for 20 minutes when someone tried to break the sliding glass door downstairs. They had no idea that we were in the house. I at first didn't know what it was, it sounded as though someone was trying to run a car into the house. My mom stuck her head out my sister's window and called them out. Of course they ran. I remember my mom calling after them, all I could do was stare at the 3 boys who just attempted to break into my home. It was almost sickening. It's already bad enough that we're going through this crisis, but for the SCUM of New Orleans to do something so savage, something so selfish, it's unbelievable. I am a strong believer in Karma, and I know eventually what goes around comes around. They're actions did not escape God's eyes. We were only so fortunate to have come before everyone else and taken what was actually worth stealing. The worst part about all of it was, an hour later, we realize that the boys who tried breaking into our house lived across the street where the "section 8 niggas" (as my mom likes to call them) moved in about 3 months ago. She called the police, little good that did, it was their word against ours, but atleast they were in the area in case they tried to do it again. He on the other hand was not so lucky. The first time we went back to New Orleans, the owner of the aparments he lived in locked the gates. That was exactly a week ago today. We go back to his house, his apartment, and his alone was the only apartment out of 16 in that building to be ransacked. I felt horrible. They stole all of his clothes, his computer, his entertainment system, even his gun. He suspects it to be the actual owner of the apartments, because the day we left New Orleans, he said "I'll watch your stuff for you." Whoa and behold, everything he owns is damn near gone. At first when I saw the images coming across the screen about people looting, I defended them. Not anymore, they're savages, animals almost. I have no sympathy for people like that, I'm ashamed to say I'm from New Orleans, because leave it to those uncivilized bastards to make us all look bad.

I'm feeling really lost right now...

It's strange, some days are better than others, some days I just don't know what to do. I'm really missing my sister's right about now. We talk everyday, but it just doesn't seem like it's enough. I miss just hanging out, Amber and I teaming up against Whitney, I miss taking my dogs out for their daily walks, hell, I even miss The Grand...somewhat. I was thinking of going to Alabama and visiting my sister for the weekend, but I already know if I go, I won't want to leave. He is the only thing keeping me sane right now...strange, we've been together 6 weeks straight and we've yet to get tired of eachother, we have our moments of bickering over silly things, but never anything serious.

We'll be making our way back into the city again...tomorrow. I really didn't want to go this time around, but, my mom insist that I come and try and get whatever else we can. She's talking about actually cleaning up some parts of the house; we've already sprayed bleach on the walls to keep the mold from growing, and left most of the windows opened. It's the heat that's going to drive me, that and the smell. My mom is at a loss as well, she actually wants to buy some units in Chimney Wood, LOL, for what, I don't know why. It'll be a very long time before anyone can even live in the east, why she would actually want to buy property at this point in time is beyond me, but hey, more power to her. We're suppose to be moving back to New Orleans, some house on the Westbank in December. I'm not even looking foward to it because I'm so comfortable here. I would stay if I could, but I can't leave my mom. She's already a basket case, she's lost her home, without family except for myself, her friends are gone. I see it more everyday because she's drinking a lot more than I like. I've even tried hiding the bottle from her, but that didn't do any good.

We made our way back into the city again today...

...my mom damn near killed us by trying to look around and drive at the same time. Just to let everyone know, there isn't ANY power, so you have to treat lights like a 4-way stop. And when you go into your house, (depending on where you lived because some parts of Gentilly got no water while others had 5-6 feet) expect to see furniture everywhere. We weren't even able to get in through the back door because our TV and couch were blocking the entrance. The trees and the grass is dead. Diggs, lol, if you hold your breath all you're going to do is not breathe in the smell...you might just get real big-eyed by the sight alone and pass out from not breathing. I take from your post you lived in the 7th ward...I'm not sure if it was you or someone else, but we passed down Miro street not far from where Gian use to live, the water line on the outside was about 4.5 feet, that's what it looked like anyway, the water line in the inside was probably a lot more than that though. We left the cord to our digital camera downstairs in the computer desk so I have to actually buy another one, until then I'll have to just to take pictures with the disposable and just get the CD to show. We have three camera's, but as soon as I get them developed I'll post some more. What is really surprising is how much cleaning isn't being done. I shouldn't be surprised that the only area's that would be cleaned would be downtown, French Quarters, Uptown and some parts of JP, but it pisses me off all the same. There was little to no military presence when we got into the east, however they cleared most of the main roads. We actually stopped at The Grand, and as much as I wanted that place to burn down to the ground, I was kind of glad to see that it was still up with little damage. Well, that's enough for tonight, I'm sleepy...

Katrina's Destruction...and today is my birthday!

Yeah I know, I only took pictures of my house and areas surrounding my house,and the Dome of course, call me selfish...

So we made our way back into the city, I should say snuck back into the city since New Orleans east won't open up until Wednesday. These pictures were taken yesterday, and I'll say the media exaggerates soooo much. Not about the damage, because as you can see it's damn near beyond repair...rumor is that they will claim New Orleans and St.Bernard Parish condemned and just pay everyone off. Everything is dead, the smell isn't that bad but that may take awhile to get out. We ran into some people from the SPCA and we told them about a few people who left their dogs. We able to save our friend's dog, he's so adorable, I'm amazed he's still alive after living without food and water for 30 days...we weren't so lucky for a neighbor of ours...but atleast we got to save one dog. We're not moving back. There really isn't anything to go back to, after driving through the east, it'll take years to re-build, and who wants to wait years to move back into a house? Since my last post we've moved into a very nice apartment, fully furnished (pics are coming soon). It's quite nice, and everything is within reach. Houston is huge though, and slightly over crowded (how slightly?) They didn't make the interestate with 4-5 lanes for no reason...













Gas station coming off Morrison exit







Front of my house, surprisingly no windows were broken...but we had to break into the house because the wooden door was swollen shut...



The pool...



What was left of the tennis court

The big black couch that I always take pictures in...

Looking into the living room which we couldn't get into

The wall my sister punched a hole into



The desk is where the couch should've been and the couch where the desk should've been

Donald breaking into my house since we couldn't get





Chimney Wood Lane...





Going into Chimney Wood

Leaving Chimney Wood

George Town Apartments