I got in last night and it is good to be home. My friend watched Michelle for me, because I didn't feel it was necessary to take a baby with me to Texas, among other reasons. One of the other reasons was that Michael's parents were at my Mom's funeral and I did not want them to see Michelle. Heartless of me, no.

When Michael died they blamed me for it and told me that it would be a cold day in Hell before they wanted to see my bastard child (she was conceived before marriage)They did not approve of premarital sex..Well Fuck them!!

Sorry, I am in a weird mood today.

Good thing they didn't ask where Michelle was nor did they ask how she is doing, in their eyes she is not their Granddaughter, which is fine for me. She has Julia as her grandmother and my dad as her grandfather, they spoil and love her to pieces.


It is good to be back home (insert the John Denver song) I am beginning to realize how much I actually love it here in the middle of Nowhere California.

Paul picked me up at the airport last night, I flew to LAX and then hopped a puddle jumper flight to the small airport in Inyokern. He was sure glad to see me and we ended up making out in the front seat of his truck..No, we didn't have sex, we are waiting before we do that..It was so nice to be held though.

My Dad and Julia and my sister are still in Texas taking care of more business that needs taking care of. I decided I had more than enough of seeing everyone cry that I had to get the Hell out of there.

I took next week off from work, but I may go in anyway because work keeps my mind off of things.

Now it is time to clean my house and play with my sweet princess, and get ready for my dinner date tonight with Paul. He is coming here for dinner, not to worry I will behave myself.