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Name: Dubh
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Gender: Female
Interests: My husband, drawing, writing, photography, polymer clay crafting, crocheting, movies (most, but not tear-jerkers), Renaissance Festivals, Highland Games, Scottish Clans, bagpipes, swords, chainmaille, Adam Ant, Lord Of The Rings, Rangers of the North, The South, genealogy, friends, Elvira's Movie Macabre, action figures, etc.
Expertise: Anything dealing with arts and crafts.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/26/2002
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| Just a short note. I am still around if anyone wants to know. Lately it seems like no one does. I've gotten as far as Myspace and that is the end of the line for me. I've been over there for a year. I am not going to jump through hoops. If anyone cares enough about me then I shouldn't have to join yet another networking site. For the people who have it, my e-mail has not changed since I have been on-line. Evidently, I'm not worth even a "hey how're you doing" anymore. If they wonder why I don't write to them it's because they don't write to me and I don't answer FWD's.
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| I have washed my hands of the stepdaughter. Screw it. It's the last time I try to be nice and end up getting screwed over and used and disrespected. Of course it's no big deal to her, but, wtf, nothing ever is. If I talk to her any time soon it will be a cold day in *h*e*l*l*.
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| I am mad. Really really mad. But who the heck cares? It seems like no one cares if anything is bothering me or not. It seems like no one cares if anything inconveniences me. It seems like no one cares if crap bothers me so bad that it interferes with my life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. It seems like no one gives a crap if stress interferes with my health. I really have no desire to hear anyone say that things are going to be just fine. GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I had a punching bag I would be beating the pure living daylights out of it right now. Oh, but wait! A punching bag costs money...... GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
If anyone is moved to say anything, please just send a private message.
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| It's happened once again... UGH!!!!! I am divorcing myself from a certain branch of the family. Not only did I NOT know that my oldest maternal uncle's son (my first cousin) had another son (making two: by different wives), but I found out yesterday, by absolute accident or pure dumb luck, that he died from an accident in January. He was 29. WTF????? Why didn't anyone fax me an updated memo????? Am I so much chopped liver to these people that I don't even get this much consideration? And to make matters even more infuriating, one of my other cousins (same side of the family) won't even answer my e-mails since I asked her if she had a photo of our grandpa that she could make a copy of for me and that I would be very glad to reimburse her for her trouble if she did. Never gave me an answer as to whether she did or didn't have a photo. This same individual who said she would keep in touch and answer when I wrote. I found out during this time what an absolute drunk she is and she has a mouth and a mind like a trash can. Great example to set for her two sons. I have no idea what her husband is like. Never met him or the kids. She wanted us to come down for Thanksgiving. Thank the gods we had other things going on and declined the offer.
I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or be mad enough to chew through a chain link fence. I do know that I am disappointed that I have family that really cares so little or cares not about who they end up hurting as a result of their actions or lack of consideration. It would break my mama's heart. It surely has broken mine.
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| Just another day on the flip-side here. Trying to keep my head on straight and get back into my arts and crafts. Maybe something will give.
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