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  <title>A Love Worth Giving.</title>
  <subtitle>God's love-if you let it in-can fill you and leave you with a love worth giving.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-10-17T16:56:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitangel:24692</id>
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    <title>kitangel @ 2009-10-17T11:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-17T16:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-17T16:56:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt"&gt;Maxi-Pads Hysterical Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue"&gt;This is an actual letter from an&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Austin&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Texas&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;woman sent to&lt;br /&gt;Proctor and Gamble regarding one of their feminine products. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="2" face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; color: blue; font-size: 10pt"&gt;really gets&lt;br /&gt;rolling&lt;br /&gt;after the first paragraph. This was PC Magazine's 2007 Editors'&lt;br /&gt;Choice award-winner for the best letter sent via e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Thatcher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a loyal user of your 'A lways' maxi pads for&lt;br /&gt;over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the&lt;br /&gt;LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go&lt;br /&gt;horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of&lt;br /&gt;running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary&lt;br /&gt;Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough&lt;br /&gt;to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I&lt;br /&gt;can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a&lt;br /&gt;little F-16 in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxecyshortcuts"&gt;menstrual period&lt;/span&gt;, Mr. Thatcher? I'm&lt;br /&gt;guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now.&lt;br /&gt;As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through&lt;br /&gt;my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be&lt;br /&gt;transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the human body amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no&lt;br /&gt;doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your&lt;br /&gt;customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know&lt;br /&gt;about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our&lt;br /&gt;intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You&lt;br /&gt;surely realize it's a tough time for most women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, sir, you of all people must realize th at&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;America&lt;br /&gt;is just crawling with&lt;br /&gt;homicidal maniacs in&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxecyshortcuts"&gt;Capri pants&lt;/span&gt;... Which brings&lt;br /&gt;me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of&lt;br /&gt;cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my&lt;br /&gt;uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive&lt;br /&gt;backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of&lt;br /&gt;your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling,&lt;br /&gt;laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything&lt;br /&gt;mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James?&lt;br /&gt;FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&amp;amp;M freak, there will never be&lt;br /&gt;anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march&lt;br /&gt;down to&lt;br /&gt;the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to&lt;br /&gt;end your life in a blaze of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to&lt;br /&gt;slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or&lt;br /&gt;'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective&lt;br /&gt;immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I&lt;br /&gt;have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though&lt;br /&gt;I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss&lt;br /&gt;your brand of condescending bullsh!t. And that's a promise I will keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always. . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxecyshortcuts"&gt;Wendi Aarons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxecyshortcuts"&gt;Austin&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxecyshortcuts"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxapple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxEC_ecxecxecyshortcuts"&gt;TX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitangel:24527</id>
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    <title>Life sucks.</title>
    <published>2009-10-09T12:17:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-09T12:17:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why did we move to Mississippi?&amp;nbsp;So we could be closer to my dad and his wife. So Tristan could have a relationship with his grandparents. So I&amp;nbsp;could go to school and not have to worry about where we were going to live.&lt;br /&gt;What hasn't gone as planned?&amp;nbsp;My dad's wife doesn't even live with him. Wierd situation there but she's only here on the weekends. Tristan doesn't really get to spend much time with his grandparents because they're never around. And we certainly have to worry about where were going to live because they waited until I was enrolled in school full time to decide to kick us out and make us homeless.&amp;nbsp;Now we're in a camper that doesn't even have enough room for Tristan to stay with us in. So he stayed with my dad during the week. We decided to take an efficiency apartment right next to where my dad's RV&amp;nbsp;is located so we could be closer to where Tristan sleeps. What is an efficiency apartment you ask?&amp;nbsp;It's a glorified hotel room with a kitchenette..&amp;nbsp;Basically a studio apartment. Now my dad says he's moving his RV&amp;nbsp;closer to the coast so Tristan will have to start staying with us again... Nice.. we already paid our deposit and signed a ONE&amp;nbsp;YEAR&amp;nbsp;LEASE&amp;nbsp;on the apartment and I can't get out of it without losing the deposit. Only if I&amp;nbsp;don't get the deposit back then I don't have any way of paying to go anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;This is bullshit! The longer I stay here, the more I&amp;nbsp;hate my father and his stupid wife and I don't want to be ANYWHERE&amp;nbsp;NEAR&amp;nbsp;THEM&amp;nbsp;ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;Upside... I can transfer to the technical college in Manhattan Kansas, be closer to people that actually WANT&amp;nbsp;US&amp;nbsp;AROUND, and get into more affordable housing where my son will actually have a BEDROOM! Downside... I have to wait until the end of the semester to transfer or I&amp;nbsp;lose my financial aid!</content>
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    <title>Danny's Cousin... R.I.P. Aaron Smith</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T18:27:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T18:27:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Department of Defense announced today the death of two soldiers who were supporting Operation Enduring Freedom. They died Oct. 2 in Wardak province, Afghanistan, of injuries sustained when enemy forces attacked their unit using small arms fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed were: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sgt. Aaron M. Smith&lt;/b&gt;, 25, of Manhattan, Kan. He was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 87th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division (Light Infantry), Fort Drum, N.Y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfc. Brandon A. Owens, 21, of Memphis, Tenn. He was assigned to the 118th Military Police Company, 503rd Military Police Battalion, 16th Military Police Brigade, XVIII Airborne Corps, Fort Bragg, N.C. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitangel:23793</id>
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    <title>Out for the Summer!!!</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T02:49:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-22T02:49:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finished my first class and graduated with my first certificate. I'm now officially out for the summer. All I have to do is take my state boards so I can start working ASAP before the fall semester begins..... Oh the stress.. of the boards....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitangel:23385</id>
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    <title>How to Spot a BULLY</title>
    <published>2009-05-15T15:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-15T15:04:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to go to Tristan's school this morning for a conference with the Principle and his Teacher. There was a note sent home with him the other day saying that he punched a kid in the stomach and chest and that he was being placed on ISS (In School Suspension). Of course he denied the incident completely. According to the teacher there were 2 other boys that saw it happen but according to Tristan, this boy hit him and the 2 other boys were nowhere around. Not sure how to handle the situation, we sent him to his room to 'think' about what happened at school and the consequences of him telling us a lie about it. My father suggested that we have him read Matthew chapter 5 (turning the other cheek) and ask him again what happened at school. Again, he told us the same story... that the boy hit him in the stomach and shoulder and that when he got up to go tell the teacher, this other boy ran past him and said that Tristan had hit him instead. The story didn't change.. neither did any of the occurences in the story. So far, he's been very convincing. &lt;br /&gt;Next day... Tristan comes home from school and says that this same boy was picking on him again at school and that he didn't do anything to him. Again he brought up the incident of the day before and said "Mommy, I need to tell you something." Of course I figured that he was about to confess his guilt so I prepared myself for the fact that my son is becoming a bully, something that I try so hard to raise him against. He said "I was thinking today and praying to God about what I should do about that boy at school. And I realized that if I tell you that I hit him.... that it would be a lie. And God doesn't want me to tell you a lie. I DID NOT HIT THAT BOY AT SCHOOL." I don't know about you... but I believe him. That was enough to convince me. So we are going to meet with his teacher and principle at school today to convince them also and have the ISS removed from his school file.</content>
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    <title>OMG! My heart is broken :(</title>
    <published>2009-03-22T14:01:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-22T14:01:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know if any of you know who Ray Boltz is but he played a huge part in my life as a gospel singer when my mother passed away many years ago. I first heard his music at church camp in '94 and became a fan. My brother used to use many of his solo tracks to sing Ray Boltz songs at churches and such. And the song "Thank You" was played at my mother's funeral. I ran across a news article that shot down all my love for this gospel singer.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 12, 2008 4:24PM&lt;br /&gt;Ray Boltz Comes Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Moring&lt;br /&gt;Ray Boltz, who sold about 4.5 million records before retiring from Christian music a few years ago, came out of the closet Friday to announce that he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview with the gay magazine The Washington Blade, Boltz said he came out to his family and some close friends in December 2004, but only now decided to go public with the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d denied it ever since I was a kid," Boltz, 55, told the magazine. "I became a Christian, I thought that was the way to deal with this and I prayed hard and tried for 30-some years and then at the end, I was just going, ‘I’m still gay. I know I am.’ And I just got to the place where I couldn’t take it anymore … when I was going through all this darkness, I thought, ‘Just end this.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason Boltz decided to come out now might be because he's performing Sunday at Jesus Metropolitan Community Church in Indianapolis, and then next Sunday, Sept. 21, at the Metropolitan Community Church of Washington, D.C. Both congregations are a part of a denomination that embraces the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender) community.&lt;br /&gt;Boltz is perhaps best known for his song "Thank You," about a dream in which a Christian thanks the Sunday school teacher who led him to Jesus. It was the GMA song of the year in 1990. Other Boltz hits include "Watch the Lamb," "The Anchor Holds," and "I Pledge Allegiance to the Lamb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boltz also told The Blade that he doesn’t want to get into debates about Scripture and has no plans to “go into First Baptist or an Assembly of God church and run in there and say, ‘I’m gay and you need to love me anyway.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him, the decision to come out is much more personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is what it really comes down to,” he says. “If this is the way God made me, then this is the way I’m going to live. It’s not like God made me this way and he’ll send me to hell if I am who he created me to be … I really feel closer to God because I no longer hate myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, Boltz had alluded to the issue on his official website, saying that if people “knew who I really was, I would never be accepted." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link is at &lt;a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/ctliveblog/archives/2008/09/ray_boltz_comes.html"&gt;Christianity Today&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in seeing comments that were left to this article.</content>
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    <title>Guess I haven't updated in a while...</title>
    <published>2009-02-21T17:48:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-21T17:48:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">But we are no longer in Kansas. Abilene is too small of a town for us and Kansas is boring after spending majority of my life there. So we moved back to the south. We've been homesick for Mississippi since we left there 5 years ago and decided to go back. For good this time. My father and his wife are still here in Perkinston, MS which is about 30 miles north of Gulfport so that's where we've decided to go. It's in the south, but far enough north that we won't have to evacuate in case of a hurricane. So it's perfect in my opinion. We got here the on Friday the 13th... But nothing bad about it. We're staying with my dad currently and I'm going to be starting nursing school in a few weeks. The weather is perfect here... not too hot... not too cold... and I'm sorry to say that we left in the nick of time... we saw on the weather channel the day after we got here that there was a snow storm going through Nebraska. To &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_navygreen' lj:user='navygreen' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://navygreen.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://navygreen.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;navygreen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : I'm glad you're boys are enjoying the snow! Sorry I missed it. :)</content>
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    <title>Homemade Ice Cream</title>
    <published>2008-09-02T01:47:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T01:47:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tristan did this with his 3rd grade class at school the other day and I thought it was a cute way to make ice cream for those of us looking for something fun to do with the remainder of the summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1T sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2c milk&lt;br /&gt;1/4t vanilla&lt;br /&gt;(add chocolate if you wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the above ingredients and put into a small ziploc bag.&lt;br /&gt;Fill a large ziploc 1/2 full of ice.  Add 6T of icecream salt. Put the small bag inside the large bag and shake for 10 to 15 minutes. Empty small bag into bowl and enjoy!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitangel:22383</id>
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    <title>Finally... I'm back online!</title>
    <published>2008-08-26T02:16:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T02:16:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well we moved back to Kansas.. as you all knew. But we've been here for a few weeks now and my internet just got turned on today. So just a quick update... things are going great. Tristan started school ontime here (didn't start here until the 18th) and I've been working since right after we got here. I was able to get on at the McDonald's here in town. Things are going great though. And it's nice to be back somewhere that we know people and we know our way around. But I'll update more later.</content>
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    <title>2 More Days</title>
    <published>2008-08-07T23:45:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-07T23:45:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Danny and I drove down to Kansas the other day and put down the first month's rent on a trailor in Abilene. It's not exactly where we wanted to live, but I've already got a job interview lined up next week after we get all moved in. So I think it'll work out. And it's cheap there. The trailor isn't as bad as I was expecting either. It's 2 bedrooms, but the landlord said he would move us into a 3 bedroom as soon as he had one open, but we have until next summer to worry about that. I called yesturday and got all the utilities switched over so they'll be ready when we get there. Now it's just packing the last of our stuff and making sure we're ready to go when the truck comes.</content>
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    <title>Moving day</title>
    <published>2008-08-05T01:04:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-05T01:04:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well it's done. I reserved the truck today for this Saturday. I talked to my brother last night and let him know that we all had to move. He's also planning on going back to kansas and getting his own place there. We're leaving sometime Saturday after the truck gets loaded. The biggest problem was just making sure that we had a place to go to once we got there. It's a little hard to do with a 3 hour distance between where we are and where we're going. But we managed to secure a place today. Tomorrow Danny and I are driving down to pay the deposit and sign the lease on the new place. It's a mobile home but it's cheap and easily affordable. And the landlord said that it has new central air. (and I think it might be all electric which is a bonus) So after tomorrow, when we sign the lease, we'll have the actual address and will able to have the utilities (internet included in that) on by the time we get there this weekend. No we're just trying to get the house packed and motivate ourselves to carry everything down this steep driveway once the truck is here...</content>
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    <title>Longer story</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T01:02:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T01:02:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my step-daughter was here for 3 weeks last month. It was the first time in 10 years that Danny has gotten to actually see her and my first time meeting her at all. It was really great. She's a wonderful kid, got a great personality and is very pleasent to be around. Not what I was expecting for a 15 year old. It was really hard to let her go back, but that's another story for another time when I don't have to get ready to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;While she was here, we weren't really able to do much. My brother had originally sent his girls to spend the summer with their mother which would make it easier for us to be able to spend time with Tina, Danny's daughter. At the last minute, a few days before Tina got here, he decided that he wanted the girls to come home early. So they got here 2 days before Tina. The problem with that, he works all day during the week and we get to be at home babysitting. My car isn't big enough to carry 2 adults and 4 kids so that meant that we weren't able to go out during the day. We all got to sit around here, being bored while my nieces were throwing themselves at "the teenager" as they kept calling her. When he would get home from work we had to practically BEG him to watch his kids so we could go out with just Tina and Tristan and try to take advantage of what little bit of daylight was left in the day. She originally came out to spend some time with us because she hasn't seen her father in 10 years and was thinking of seeing if she could stay with him full time. Well, we didn't find out until after she had gotten off the plane back in Virginia that she really didn't want to go home, but didn't feel comfortable staying with us because of my brother's kids and the fact that she didn't feel welcome by my brother in the house. Boy was that ever a heart breaker. If we would have known that then we could have worked something out. We've been talking about moving into our own place for quite a while now anyway. So we called and talked to her a few nights ago and let her know that we were looking into another house that would just be a family home, in otherwords 3 bedrooms (one for me and Danny, one for Tristan and one for her for when she decided to come visit or move in). She was excited about that and started talking about moving in with us again. So it's something to work for. That and the fact that we've always made it a point to pay our bills on time. it's always been an understanding that my brother covers half of the utilities and rent. Which he usually does but it takes him a while to get around to paying it. Either I have to pay everything in full and wait for him to pay me back or he puts it off until there's a disconnect notice. Well I don't like being late on everything so it's usually the first option. And then I'm always broke. And when it comes time for him to pay back then he complains about being broke and I'm sick of his moping around. He doesn't spend time with his kids, he doesn't take care of them. If it wasn't for us, then they would never bath or eat and they wouldn't have clean clothes. It's really disappointing. I honestly think that he's never going to learn the responsibility of being a single father until he ends up falling on his face. It's easy to just sit back and do nothing when you know there's someone else there that will do it for you. But they're kids and it's not like they can take care of themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Danny talked to his mother the other day and found out that there is a house in Kansas that we can move into anytime. It would just be ours, no more living with anyone and that's what we're wanting. Especially if it means getting Tina on a more permanent basis. We have to think about our own family now. I just don't know any other way of going about it.</content>
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    <title>I'm leaving!</title>
    <published>2008-08-02T20:33:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-02T20:33:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're probably going to be going back to Kansas within the next few weeks. This isn't a decision that is thought upon lightly... We've been having some problems here with my brother and his kids living with us and have been needing to part company for a while now. To make a long story short, Danny has family, mainly his biological mother, living in Manhattan, Kansas that has found us a house to move into.. and I think we're gonna do it. I'll elaborate more later for anyone that actually wants to know or that actually reads my entries (which I'm assuming isn't very many at all).</content>
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    <title>kitangel @ 2008-07-30T03:28:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T08:28:25Z</published>
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    <title>What a month</title>
    <published>2008-07-27T10:05:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-27T10:05:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this has been the most eventful month. Danny and I got a phone call a few weeks before the 1st from his daughter whom he hasn't seen in 10 years. She wants to come spend the month of July with us and would like to see about making it a permanent living situation. In other words, she is old enough, now that she's 15, to make the decision where she would like to live and her Aunt, who has guardianship of her in Virginia, has agreed. So she arrived here on the 9th. We picked her up at Eppley that afternoon and brought her home. I was a nervous wreck considering I had never met her before but had talked to her on the phone a few times over the past 9 years. Of course, I recognized her immediately (she looks alot like her father). When Danny saw her walking up the ramp after getting off the plane he had the biggest smile across his face and a single tear running down his cheek. I started right then with tears of my own. She was shy at first of course. What did we expect from a now teenager who was just seeing her father again after 10 years. It was like they were getting to know each other all over again. But it didn't take long for us all to loosen up to each other. We've been fishing, hiking, to the zoo, shopping... She has the greatest personality and she makes everyone laugh on a regular basis. Of course, Tristan has become rather attached to her also. We've made a point to let him know about his sister since he was really little and he's always had a picture of her hanging in his room. She really wants to come live with us but there just isn't enough room where we are right now and sadly she has to go back to Virginia this coming wednesday. She has school starting in only a few weeks and she's going to be a sophomore this year. She's a cheerleader too so there's alot of responibility. So we decided to splurge and go get family portraits done. Of course, it's been a long time since dad and daughter have had pictures together, so we  got the big $199 package... it'll be worth it though. Plenty of prints for her to take home with her and for us to send out to other family and friends.  So I thought I'd share a few with whoever wanted to see. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kitangel/pic/0001bbx0/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kitangel/pic/0001bbx0/s320x240" width="300" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kitangel/pic/0001cx8x/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kitangel/pic/0001cx8x/s320x240" width="192" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kitangel/pic/0001dfh5/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kitangel/pic/0001dfh5/s320x240" width="320" height="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Are you supposed to remind everyone?</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T02:34:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T02:34:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Another year gone by. Just another day of the week. Another year without a single card in the mail. Danny was the only one that even remembered to say anything without being prompted. I love him, so flawless. No phone calls. This happens every year. And I'm not telling. I'm not reminding them of what they forget. Every year. It's just another day afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 30 now. And after 30 years, you don't expect to get anything. No special dinner. No beautiful cake. Not even a cute little card. Those are for children. But not even one phone call or card in the mail. Not even from family. Not even from my father. But it's over now. The kids are in bed. Danny has fallen asleep. And now it's just me, sitting here, remembering... when was the last time I actually got anything for my birthday?</content>
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    <title>kitangel @ 2008-02-13T07:11:00</title>
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    <title>BLAH</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T16:54:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Have I mentioned how much I hate the snow?</content>
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    <title>Freaking Hilarious! Must See!!!</title>
    <published>2008-01-20T01:42:01Z</published>
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    <published>2007-12-24T13:01:58Z</published>
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    <published>2007-12-24T13:01:52Z</published>
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    <title>So much to update!</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T23:50:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T23:50:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, it's been a while since I last updated. My migraines have come back. I did exactly what the dr said, got my eyes checked and got new glasses. I even tried to change my diet and sleep habits thinking that might help. Now I'm on Imitrex (which I hate because of how it makes me feel). I think stress had alot to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stress. Tristan had an allergy test... he's allergic to 37 of the 40 allergins tested. Not good. He has to go back this Friday to discuss treatment options and prevention.&lt;br /&gt;Danny had a small heart attack last week. I got home from work and he was complaining that his chest hurt and he couldn't breathe. So I rushed him to the ER. We were there for 9 hours before they let us come home. Then he had to go back the next day to see a Cardiologist. They said his heart is fine, but his circulation sucks. He has to see a Vascular and Resperatory specialist to discuss his treatment.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I quit my job today. I've missed so much work these last few weeks with Danny, Tristan and my own migraines that I needed to take on a second job to help make ends meet before the holidays. I told my boss today that my schedule would be taken in the evenings so I wouldn't be able to continue picking up the extra overtime and he yelled at me. Apparently you aren't allowed to have a second job when you work at Qwest. They are supposed to be top priority over everything. EVERYTHING! So in other words, I can't have family obligations, personal obligations, or a second job for the holidays. So I got pissed.. went off and left. I guess we'll see now if that's the cause of my stress with everything else that's been going on there for the last 16 months I've been working there. But I do start my second job tomorrow at JoAnn's in Bellevue. She hired me as temp since that store is closing in January so I'll be able to pick up some more hours there until I figure out what I'm going to do.</content>
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    <title>kitangel @ 2007-10-25T10:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-25T15:37:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-25T15:38:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, it's been a while since I've posted so I thought I would update a little about what's going on with my brother and his girls since they're still here. Danny finally had enough. Anyone that knows Danny, which isn't very many people on here I must admit, knows that when he's finally had enough, you better watch out because he'll go on a rampage. And that's pretty much what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, after taking the last half of the day off work for reasons that should be explained in another post, I came home to find a filthy kitchen. Two grown men living in the same house, and neither one of them can do the dishes? Danny asked me if I could help him clean the kitchen before he made dinner and I told him I was tired and wanted to just sit for a minute or so then I would help. He took it wrong and started throwing dishes around to clear the sink and broke a few things. Then he got angry about breaking things and decided that he would just break some more. It's been a long time since I've actually seen him lose his temper like that and I was concerned. So I went in to help and he yelled at me to get out of the kitchen. I thought he was angry at me for not helping him and it wasn't until later when he calmed down enough to talk that I found out that he didn't mean to break anything and yelled at me to get out because I didn't have any shoes on and he didn't want me to get glass in my foot before he could clean the mess up off the floor. He just has a wierd way of expressing his feelings sometimes and it came across differently to me.&lt;br /&gt;We have split the laundry days into sections. BJ is able to do laundry Monday through Friday for him and the girls. I give him an extra span of time because the girls don't have much in the way of clothing so they need to be washed more often. Saturday and Sunday are my days. I don't let Danny do my laundry because I like my clothes and don't want them to be washed with bleeding colors or the wrong soap. :) Saturday I was doing some laundry. I had gotten tired of running up and down stairs and decided to take a break. So, since Danny was taking a nap, I told my brother to do a few loads of his own laundry. When Danny woke up, he wanted to wash the bedding and went downstairs to do so. Only to find that my brother was doing the laundry. He came up and I explained to him that I wanted to take a break and let my brother do some laundry for a while. And he went off! He went downstairs and yelled at my brother for doing laundry on my laundry day and then yelled about a few other things. I should probably give you a little more history of the situation... Danny has expressed to me that he is the wrong person to try to help someone fight to keep his kids. The reason for this is because 10 years ago, when he left his ex-wife, he didn't go back to Virginia to fight for his own daughter who has since been put in foster care. Mostly because of finances but it's still a sore subject for him. So when he sees someone that says they want to keep their kids and then neglects them or doesn't spend any time with them, it hits in the wrong way. So he went off mostly about that, but the laundry was apparently the straw that broke his back. My brother freaked and left. He went out so he could get service on his cell phone and called my father. I called him too and told him that I didn't know what to do and thought it would be best if we could find somewhere else for BJ and the girls to go. So my dad decided that he would send him the money to go down to Alabama and he would look after them to make sure all was taken care of. But (this is where it starts to get confusing) after talking to Danny about it, I had to call my dad back and tell him not to help BJ leave but to play the mediator long enough to explain to him that he needed to start doing his fatherly responsibilities or Danny was going to have the girls taken away from him. All he has to do is care for his girls, play with them, help them do homework, spend time with them... and he can stay here as long as he needs to. But Danny is tired of seeing someone that doesn't do anything with them. He spends more time on his computer while his kids are playing and entertaining themselves in another part of the house. &lt;br /&gt;It took about 2 hours, but everyone calmed down finally and BJ came back and was able to talk to Danny. I have to say... it's been almost a week, and Danny isn't expecting anything to stay this way (his negative personality)... but BJ is a totally different person with his kids. And the girls actually have a different glow in their eyes. It's nice to see since they've been so confused for such a long time. BJ actually woke up before anyone else Sunday morning and made pancakes for everyone for breakfast before church. He didn't go to church with any of us, but that's still in the works. That's not something that I'm able to force him to do but I will make the decision for the girls and they will go with us. But it's something that's between God and BJ. When he feels convicted enough, he'll go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything is going good right now. I'm home again from work today. I've been missing alot of work and I think it's because of the stress levels in this house. But like I said before, That's a story for another post. :)</content>
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    <title>kitangel @ 2007-10-08T17:59:00</title>
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    <title>kitangel @ 2007-10-06T19:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-07T00:19:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So Danny sent an email to my dad venting about things going on here. We were about ready to give up and tell my brother to go back to Kansas and take his girls with him because we can't afford to take care of them all. But he did get that job at Ameritrade. Which is a good thing. The only bad thing is that he won't start until October 29, and he won't get his first paycheck until November 16. I'm not going to be able to make his truck payment between now and then so it's going to fall behind. I'm still playing catch up for having to fork out so much money for his girls to get decent clothing before school started. You wouldn't believe what they came up here looking like. But Danny got a reply from my dad. Leave it to him to come through and make us feel like absolute crap. But what he says really struck home and made us feel horrible. It's not about my brother, it's about his girls. They need to be taken care of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink, I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you cared for me...&lt;br /&gt;"Then these will reply, 'Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or naked and give you clothing?&lt;br /&gt;"And the Lord will say 'I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brother and sisters, you were doing it to me!"&lt;/b&gt; Matt 25:34-40&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a slap in the face.</content>
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