20 More days until the big...more permanent move...

And I think I'm getting a bit more anxious by the moment. I think it's sad I'm actually counting down the days until I can finally start living. Being displaced is not my cup of tea. I'm getting bored, and restless. Being cooped up in this apartment playing the house wife role is driving me crazy, I actually can't wait to go back to school. He on the other hand is enjoying his "vacation" time, because after Christmas, he goes straight into work. I on the other hand have to go through the tedious process of looking for another job. I'm experienced in a lot of things, I just don't have the motivation to look for a job I'm going to be overqualified for.

Thanksgiving was nice, Las Vegas is beautiful lit up at night. You can see almost every building when we landed. I would have loved to stay longer and spend time with my family, maybe even gamble a little. It was heartbreaking to leave. I hated saying goodbye to my grandmother and my aunts and uncles. It just made the situation more real than before if that makes sense. It's not the same as my grandmother living around the corner from us, now it's more like 4 states away...I don't know how accurate that is, but really it feels like she's half way around the world from us. Atleast I got to see her though, even if I don't see her years from now, this time was good enough for the moment.

OMG!!!!!

Everyone has to go see Harry Potter and the GOF!!!!!! Totally rocked!!!!!

I haven't really posted lately...

nothing of interest is going on in my life.

My dad is harassing my mom because she won't close the child support case. I've heard 2 of the voice messages he's left her on her cell phone, and I was just in shock. He said some really mean, hateful things, and all because he won't pay what he owes. I almost called him myself to tell him to leave her alone, but that won't do any good. He's a monster. It just pisses me off that he has the audacity to call me and my sister's every now and then to see how we're doing. I don't really understand his motives, but I don't trust him. When I went and met him at the Starbucks down the street a few weeks ago I had him come with me. He even said just from sitting there for an hour and listening to he and his wife talk, he got a bad vibe from my dad.

My mom, Amber and I are going to Las Vegas for thanksgiving. We went and got manicures and pedicures for our upcoming trip today. I've never had my feet dipped in wax, it felt sooooooo good.

He and I are suppose to be moving into our apartment Dec.7th. I've already begun packing up (I've got 6 boxes so far and still have to pack a lot more stuff). I can't believe how much stuff we've accumulated just by going back and forth from Houston to New Orleans. I'm tired of being excited, I just can't wait much longer. I'm getting antsy.

I told him I love him today, and I meant it. We were just dropping Sydni off in Conroe, and he was driving, and I kinda just leaned over and whispered it in his ear. It was nice :)

I can't wait to move...I know I've said that about 5 times already, but I need to get away from my family. They're driving me crazy! I swear December can't come fast enough...

He found a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment in Colorado. I would leave with him, but, there are a few things planned for the next few weeks that are preventing me from going. Maybe after Thanksgiving once I'm finish with finals and went to Las Vegas I'll go up there. I get excited just thinking about being on my own. I called Michelle (bestfriend since 3rd grade who lives in Aurora) to let her know I'd be up there in December. Our move date was on the 16th of December, which happens to be her 21st birthday, she's way more excited than I am. I haven't seen her since I was in 7th grade. It'll be nice seeing her after all these years.

Op-Ed: Let ‘Em Have It by The Special Man

Much has been written about what to do with looters now that the City of New Orleans is returning back to normal. Some argue for stiff penalties, while others advocate leniency as long as the merchandise can be returned.

But to truly understand this question we must put ourselves in the mindset of the looter.

Imagine if you were caught in the middle of the flood. What would you have been thinking?

My home and livelihood have been destroyed.
My city is in chaos.
My life is in danger.

But I could use a new flat-screen TV and DVD entertainment center.

To those wondering what to make of looters, I say I say, I say I say:

Let ‘em have it.
With no problem.

Who cares if you don’t have a house? You need a new bedroom set.

What does it matter if you can’t find any food? You’ve got a brand-new microwave.

Who’s going to notice that you’re a police officer in uniform? Take that Cadillac.

What happened happened. It’s all water under the floodwall.

New Orleans cannot move past this disaster until we accept that the past is in the past and resolve to move forward together into the future.

The Special Man, a New Orleans native, is the spokesman for Frankie and Johnnie’s Furniture.

All opinions expressed in Op-Ed pieces are the solely those of the author. The Creole-Tomato assumes no responsibility for their content.

Prayer seems to be working...

They're putting Renee on chemo tomorrow/today. They've taken her off the medicine that dissolves the blood clots that were in her lungs, and hopefully, if the chemo works, they can operate on her to try and remove some of the cancer from her organs (liver and uterus so far). But it's good news all the same. I was relieved when my mother told me. Now I can call Dayna and still have hope that she doesn't cry.

I know I said I was only going to my 4th and last tattoo, but now I want to add on it...


See it all started today when were suppose to take Amber to get her long past overdue tattoo for her 16th birthday (yes I know she's only 16, but she had my mother's permission, and while some of you may think that is a bit young, think of like this, what's the difference between and now and the time she's 18 if my mom says it's ok?) Well, apparently Texas has a law that if you're a minor, even with parental consent you can't get a tattoo (damn why can't everyone be like Louisiana). So I was like well I'm here, and my mom's here, and Carol, my mom's manager who was also suppose to get a tattoo were like well, we'll get ours. My mom got a dolphin on her ankle, it came out beautiful, and I got the ankh, something I had been planning to get. But now I want to add onto it, get my name in Arabic. But that's something for another day, this tattoo alone cost $80...and hurt like hell since it's on my spine.

Death

It's apart of life. It hits some of us suddenly, while others have more time to prep for it. I'm not sure which is worse, or which I'd prefer. Dayna's older sister Renee has been diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer, and there is nothing they can do for her except try and keep her comfortable...and eventhough I only met her once, I still can't help but feel this deep, almost unbearable sadness. I can only imagine what Renee, Dayna and her mother are going through. From what I'm told Renee is withdrawn, and won't let anyone into the hospital room. Dayna isn't one to show too much emotion, out of the 6 years I've know her I've never seen her cry. I know there isn't anything that I could possibly say to ease her pain, or her sisters for that matter. What hurts the most is that Renee is only 30, and has just begun livnig her life. I didn't know much about her except that she is basically a genius. I wish I was there to comfort Dayna. All I can do is pray.

I have this new profound respect for Fall Out Boy...it's funny,Amber's had the CD for the longest time and I never really listened to it, got it and now I'm addicted to it. Thanks a bunch homey...(and yes, I did just say homey)

He and I are suppose to go to Colorado next week and pick out the apartment we're moving into. Then buy furniture. I'm actually looking forward to decorating my new home! And it'll be nice, it'll be just me and him, and the dogs :)

OMG...

...why is the best part of Black Eye Peas video "My Humps" at the end when Fergie makes her chest jump?

To Anon...

finally, an anonymous comment that isn't spam! I almost deleted it when I checked my mail...I think I'm in a better place emotionally. The instability, the not-knowing, the politics about this whole thing will drive anyone insane. I kept thinking to myself that things would eventually get better, I can't continue day in and day out feeling sorry for myself because you know reality will set in eventually. I've accepted that we can't go back, but I made no change just to move on. I was just empty for awhile I think. I didn't want to get attached to Houston or anyone here, I didn't want to make any commitments here because they would easily be broken if we had to leave again. I would love to move back home, but after being spoiled (and I mean literally spoiled) for the past month just living here, the quality of life is so much better. I've known there are other things, better things outside of New Orleans because I was not raised in New Orleans and almost forgot what it was like actually living in a nice area with low crime, better school system, even better customer service when you just go to the McDonald's down the street. I think I'll miss mostly the food when I leave... And as we all know, it'll be a long time before we can go back to what it was, and that basically means just selling yourself short. Yeah it was home for a lot of people, it my home for almost 8 years, but who wants to go through this again next year when another hurricane hits and we're in the same position again...they did say this "cycle" of hurricanes will last for the next 20-25 years, and they may get even worse than Katrina. I don't think we can actually go anywhere in the world that won't have some kind of natural disaster, I mean Colorado has tornados and blizzards...so of course we're taking that chance...but atleast they aren't at devastating as hurricanes. So to answer your question, I'm not experiencing up and downs, but not quite happy yet...getting there.

I'm slightly over that little bug I caught in New Orleans, not quite right, but feeling way better...

So it's official, we'll be moving Dec. 17th to Denver. My mom got the job, and he and I will be getting our own place (yay). Nothing of interest here...getting some new eye glasses so I can finally seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.