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In the interest of time and space (and meaning), I won't start at the 'beginning' as I normally would. Normally, I would start by telling you about my early childhood...but I've discovered that most 'normal' people get pissed about that kinda stuff. So, instead, I'll just tell you as I go along. No big intro.

I should, however, start with a caveat: this is MY blog..if you dont like something here, go away. You came here by choice, you can come and go as you please. You are welcome here but not if you're going to be all negative and shit. I say whatever comes to mind here, whatever letter arrangements I need to use to express myself the way I want to are my choice. The flip side of that is that you will NEVER have to wonder what I'm thinking, if I'm pissed, if I spent the day crying or cussing or sleeping....you will know it without having to read between the lines. 

The purpose of this blog is to share my life experiences, my story, my traumas, my bullshit, in an effort to help YOU deal with whatever you are facing or may face in the future. I hope that my open and frank manner will help you. I hope my willingness to lay bare the ugliness that is my life will help you to see how I came to the place in my life where I am qualified to be a Life Coach. I hope that you will feel comfortable with me enough to contact me should you want to start some coaching sessions. 

I want to introduce you to some of the people and players you will meet here. Names are changed to protect the innocent...or guilty...or just anyone else to keep them from bitching at me for using their real names. They are: 

• "Number 6"-this is a guy who I will refer to as my brother on occasion...he's not really my brother by blood, rather by choice;
• Tia-this is my oldest daughter, who as of right now is 28, fairly recently married and mother of a 1 y/o little boy. 
• Tommy Hilfiger-this is Tia's husband.
• G-Baby-This is Tia's and Tommy Hilfiger's son. He is 1.
• Miss Pea-this is my middle child and youngest daughter, who as of right now is 24, married and mother of a 6 year old girl and 3 year old boy. 
• Mr. Heart Attack-this is Miss Pea's husband. 
• Little Miss Pistol-this is Miss Pea's and Mr. Heart Attack's oldest. She is 6. 
• Ju G (pronounced Jew-Gee)-this is Miss Pea's and Mr. Heart Attack's youngest. He is 3.
• Scoo-this is my youngest and only son. He is 22 right now, not married, no children and living at home with me. 

Now...right now (4.25.13) I am 51 years old, unemployed and living in a house that the good ol' bank wants back. Well...sort of...I haven't made a mortgage payment in a while. (More about that later) and I included it when I filed bankruptcy last summer. They tried to auction it off, but no one bought it....and I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT....honest injun! One room of my house is stacked floor to ceiling, wall to wall with boxes of my stuff. There's a path through there to walk through the room, but even that would make a mountain goat think twice! I've begun to thin out my belongings...throwing or giving away clothes that dont fit etc...I've been packing here and there for quite some time now. I know that eventually someone will knock on the door...and I'll be much better off if I dont have to start from scratch to pack my entire house. 

This house is old and rickety, has a lot of fairly significant repair issues..but it's been the roof under which my Precious Ray of Sunshine and I raised our three off-spring and quite a few others that weren't 'ours'. A lot of love has been exchanged here. I was very emotionally attached to it for quite some time. in fact, I swore to my Precious Ray of Sunshine that they would "take me outta here feet first!" many, many times. That will not come to pass....at least I dont THINK so!     O_o    But, I held on to it long enough for my Precious Ray of Sunshine to breathe his last here...right here in the living room...in my arms..So, the heartless, soulless, sons-of-bitches at blah-bitty blah Bank can fuck off!  They can have this place...I need no...I DESERVE something SO much nicer!  Ok, there....got that outta my system. I'll fill in blanks when the time is right. 

I am also unemployed. As of January this year. After seven years with blah-bitty-blah company, fighting every step of the way with inept, stupid, unprepared, untrained, inexperienced and moronic managers who got the job because they were 'yes' men, I can't say I'm sorry. I CAN say I wish I still had the income, but it was almost like renewing the rental contract on my soul on a daily basis with Bealzebub himself; like being a hooker-selling what they want for what they were willing to pay for it; like..ok, well, I guess you get the picture. 

So, as I sit here before you now, I'm old, fat and tired; unemployed and homeless. Whoopie!!!!

FFS