Resist all temptation...
Today is a pretty usual day for me, didn't watch the news last night. So, I will go into a little more depth about me and my life. Much more detail than the About Me to the right side of your screen.
First of all, my name is Sarah Michelle. Long name, I know and I didn't even include my last name(for privacy reasons, you understand). No Buffy jokes. I was born in the morning. I have two parents, no step-parents or anything like that. Just two parents and one younger brother. Oh and a ton of cats, ever since I was born. My mother is a total cat person, which I think describes her personality quite well. She can be extremely friendly but when you cross her, watch out. She will turn on you in a second. My father is a bit of an eccentric-other than that, he's cool. Believing in government conspiracies and letting my brother run rampant. Which when you have a 16 year old is not good. My younger brother(can't call him little since he is over 6 foot and is taller than me) was a really ok kid. But now he's really wacked out in my opinion. Got himself a girlfriend and possibly a kid on the way. I guess since my blog on this, she is now not pregnant and yet at the same time she is. So, I have no idea what is going on. Guess we'll just have to wait and see what a friend of a friend tells me.
But enough about that. Time for more information about me. I'm a very unique personality and I'll be using comments from my friends on YIM. I was raised in Texas, New Mexico, and Kansas and I would much rather be anywhere else than right here. If you have been here, you'll know why. Went to eight schools in my life, not counting college. I think I had a ok childhood with some major problems of which I am not going to talk about here. It's not that they're too painful or anything, I think that explaining them will take a long time and a hell of a lot of patience. That takes care of my childhood. Now when I was 15, I was raped. Ok, I know what you are thinking, damn, she is really brave to admit that on a weblog where anyone can see that. So, what if I am? I made my peace with it and him. He gave me a really beautiful daughter which in turn I gave to a family to raise. So, everyone's happy. Well, except for him-he's sitting in prison.
Now this kind of goes into a television shows/me discussion so bear with me. I met my husband online through Yahoo. Yep, the personals section. Here's where it goes into the television shows. Eh, you know what, I'll save it for a bit later. Anyways, met my husband, got married to him, and had my daughter. Had some really interesting problems. Again, won't go into them here for the same reasons I gave above. But will bring up one issue. In 2002, I went into the hospital-the mental ward. Just so we're clear. I have no mental problems just depression which hasn't afflicted me for awhile now. So, me being in there was basically a vacation or you can look at it from my mother's eyes. My mother in law hated me and thought I wasn't good enough for her son and her granddaughter. Either way, I went there and for some really weird reason, they(meaning the doctors and nurses) thought I was anorexic. Maybe because I counted my calories and exercised. I know it couldn't have been because I ate all my food and chose healthy snacks.
Oh well, who knows, who cares. It gave me a break.
Now, a couple of months later, I had one hell of a week. I get separated from my husband, my grandmother gets murdered, and my parents get remarried. Wait a minute, Sarah, you're saying. You just said that your parents are together and how on earth does your grandmother get murdered? Simple, allow me to explain that week. The separation part should be pretty be self-explanatory, so we'll continue. On Monday, we get a call from one of my aunts asking to speak to my dad. As soon as I gave the phone to my dad, I told my mom that my grandmother has died. Of course, I was right in that. We went to New Mexico for the funeral and found out some strange things concerning her death. "Sarah, again with the mysterious dialogue. She was old and why do you think she was murdered. And WHY, for Pete's sake are you writing about this?" I know, I know. She was in her late 70s when she passed and again, please bear with me. My dad doesn't believe this could happen and this is some pretty deep stuff on my family. I want other people opinions on this as well. The night before she died, she called everyone in the family-all her brothers and sisters, her children except for my dad and one of his siblings. Why, we'll never know. But when Monday rolled around, my aunt( the one who killed her, my opinion, remember?) went to work in the early morning. My cousin, who was I think 7 at the time, found her. Being seven years old you would think he would call 911. No, he calls his mom and she calls 911. Now, her work place is considerably farther from the house than the fire station is. I think the drive from the house to her work is 15 minutes(shortest time) compared to 5 minutes. The fire station/EMS was right up the street. And yet she beats them to the house.
Strange fact 3-The blood. Now, I'm not sure if this is true or not as how I got it secondhand but is so outrageous, who knows. Supposedly, there was a lot of blood pooling around the body and that's just not right. I'll get to that in a sec. By the time EMS got there all the blood was cleaned up except for a couple of spots. Now, this woman can't clean, I know this for a fact. Trust me so it rang a warning bell in my head when I heard that. Number 4-Time and cause of Death. According to the Coroner's report, she died soon after midnight of COPD. Which as anyone knows is Heart failure. Now, here is where it gets creepy. Grandmother died in the bathroom which we all know we need in the morning. But yet my aunt never called 911 when she woke up and with heart failure you don't get pools of blood everywhere. Number 5-the door. A couple of months after her death, my parents went there to help sort items and such. In going through the house, they came upon the bathroom door, which was kicked in. That's why I think my grandmother was murdered.
Now, onto my parents. Simply put, they divorced when I was young and got remarried when we got back from the funeral.
I think that is long enough to read for now and I will continue my life story tomorrow. Thank you for reading my ramblings:D Till next time, Sarah
First of all, my name is Sarah Michelle. Long name, I know and I didn't even include my last name(for privacy reasons, you understand). No Buffy jokes. I was born in the morning. I have two parents, no step-parents or anything like that. Just two parents and one younger brother. Oh and a ton of cats, ever since I was born. My mother is a total cat person, which I think describes her personality quite well. She can be extremely friendly but when you cross her, watch out. She will turn on you in a second. My father is a bit of an eccentric-other than that, he's cool. Believing in government conspiracies and letting my brother run rampant. Which when you have a 16 year old is not good. My younger brother(can't call him little since he is over 6 foot and is taller than me) was a really ok kid. But now he's really wacked out in my opinion. Got himself a girlfriend and possibly a kid on the way. I guess since my blog on this, she is now not pregnant and yet at the same time she is. So, I have no idea what is going on. Guess we'll just have to wait and see what a friend of a friend tells me.
But enough about that. Time for more information about me. I'm a very unique personality and I'll be using comments from my friends on YIM. I was raised in Texas, New Mexico, and Kansas and I would much rather be anywhere else than right here. If you have been here, you'll know why. Went to eight schools in my life, not counting college. I think I had a ok childhood with some major problems of which I am not going to talk about here. It's not that they're too painful or anything, I think that explaining them will take a long time and a hell of a lot of patience. That takes care of my childhood. Now when I was 15, I was raped. Ok, I know what you are thinking, damn, she is really brave to admit that on a weblog where anyone can see that. So, what if I am? I made my peace with it and him. He gave me a really beautiful daughter which in turn I gave to a family to raise. So, everyone's happy. Well, except for him-he's sitting in prison.
Now this kind of goes into a television shows/me discussion so bear with me. I met my husband online through Yahoo. Yep, the personals section. Here's where it goes into the television shows. Eh, you know what, I'll save it for a bit later. Anyways, met my husband, got married to him, and had my daughter. Had some really interesting problems. Again, won't go into them here for the same reasons I gave above. But will bring up one issue. In 2002, I went into the hospital-the mental ward. Just so we're clear. I have no mental problems just depression which hasn't afflicted me for awhile now. So, me being in there was basically a vacation or you can look at it from my mother's eyes. My mother in law hated me and thought I wasn't good enough for her son and her granddaughter. Either way, I went there and for some really weird reason, they(meaning the doctors and nurses) thought I was anorexic. Maybe because I counted my calories and exercised. I know it couldn't have been because I ate all my food and chose healthy snacks.
Oh well, who knows, who cares. It gave me a break.
Now, a couple of months later, I had one hell of a week. I get separated from my husband, my grandmother gets murdered, and my parents get remarried. Wait a minute, Sarah, you're saying. You just said that your parents are together and how on earth does your grandmother get murdered? Simple, allow me to explain that week. The separation part should be pretty be self-explanatory, so we'll continue. On Monday, we get a call from one of my aunts asking to speak to my dad. As soon as I gave the phone to my dad, I told my mom that my grandmother has died. Of course, I was right in that. We went to New Mexico for the funeral and found out some strange things concerning her death. "Sarah, again with the mysterious dialogue. She was old and why do you think she was murdered. And WHY, for Pete's sake are you writing about this?" I know, I know. She was in her late 70s when she passed and again, please bear with me. My dad doesn't believe this could happen and this is some pretty deep stuff on my family. I want other people opinions on this as well. The night before she died, she called everyone in the family-all her brothers and sisters, her children except for my dad and one of his siblings. Why, we'll never know. But when Monday rolled around, my aunt( the one who killed her, my opinion, remember?) went to work in the early morning. My cousin, who was I think 7 at the time, found her. Being seven years old you would think he would call 911. No, he calls his mom and she calls 911. Now, her work place is considerably farther from the house than the fire station is. I think the drive from the house to her work is 15 minutes(shortest time) compared to 5 minutes. The fire station/EMS was right up the street. And yet she beats them to the house.
Strange fact 3-The blood. Now, I'm not sure if this is true or not as how I got it secondhand but is so outrageous, who knows. Supposedly, there was a lot of blood pooling around the body and that's just not right. I'll get to that in a sec. By the time EMS got there all the blood was cleaned up except for a couple of spots. Now, this woman can't clean, I know this for a fact. Trust me so it rang a warning bell in my head when I heard that. Number 4-Time and cause of Death. According to the Coroner's report, she died soon after midnight of COPD. Which as anyone knows is Heart failure. Now, here is where it gets creepy. Grandmother died in the bathroom which we all know we need in the morning. But yet my aunt never called 911 when she woke up and with heart failure you don't get pools of blood everywhere. Number 5-the door. A couple of months after her death, my parents went there to help sort items and such. In going through the house, they came upon the bathroom door, which was kicked in. That's why I think my grandmother was murdered.
Now, onto my parents. Simply put, they divorced when I was young and got remarried when we got back from the funeral.
I think that is long enough to read for now and I will continue my life story tomorrow. Thank you for reading my ramblings:D Till next time, Sarah
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