This is so sad. My daughter is perfectly at ease with him leaving. She just wants to know if she'll ever see him again. I assured her and she let it drop. I know she'll be sad when he goes. I really think her mind understands as much of the situation as she can see. Bless their hearts. My kids need better.

27, as moody as 3 yr old, as neat as a 5 yr old [he sometimes picks his toys up], as needy as a newborn and about matches those numbers for sex drive
To sum it up, he got tall, but he never grew up.
Oh, btw, that is the master plan. Which is why I'm getting a tech degree in 2 years while he's gone and not going for a 4 yr and being forced to commit.
You do need to go fruit shopping... fresh fruits are soo yummily and I thinks lightly more nutritious than raisins... or at least brings variety![]()
Although the raisins will keep her regular. Groan..don't blame me--Rena started it this time..lmbo!
You just like to spread the love around!You just like to spread the love around!

I don't know if it's love, but I'm spreading something...get out your wading boots...I could go on all night....![]()
OMG!!! You are soo foul HaHaHa!!!
OMG!!! You are soo foul HaHaHa!!!
Poor Selena .... this is the last thing she expects when she wakes up is this Crap!!!!!![]()

Ha! Y'all don't know me! I'm some little Southern girl from a hick town. I grew up across the road from a farm. My grandpa sold used cars that my uncle "fixed'. My dad was a part-time mechanic too ['cept he has a real job]. Behind our house was/is a junk yard full of cars in various states of disrepair, from Chevy Novas to a Porsche to Studebakers to doom buggys. You can find it all. That's where I fell in love with cars. My colorful background may or may not begin to explain me. I've always been around guys and their jokes and the white trash kids that I lived near. Go ahead, try to surprise me. ;] Oh, and add to that that I have kids.... I hear the word "poop" on a 80 second basis- it's just part of life!Do you think it will put her in a shitty mood?![]()
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Ha! Y'all don't know me! I'm some little Southern girl from a hick town. I grew up across the road from a farm. My grandpa sold used cars that my uncle "fixed'. My dad was a part-time mechanic too ['cept he has a real job]. Behind our house was/is a junk yard full of cars in various states of disrepair, from Chevy Novas to a Porsche to Studebakers to doom buggys. You can find it all. That's where I fell in love with cars. My colorful background may or may not begin to explain me. I've always been around guys and their jokes and the white trash kids that I lived near. Go ahead, try to surprise me. ;] Oh, and add to that that I have kids.... I hear the word "poop" on a 80 second basis- it's just part of life!
