THE JOE SHOW

AN EXTRAORDINARY WOMAN

Death. Most of us don’t want to admit it but we know it’s inevitable. Death steals our loved ones during the day, late at night, and even on the most important holidays. We can try desperately to elude death but there is no escaping it. The truth is death is extremely patient. It waits for us in a dark corner of our lives, like a hungry animal, preparing to attack us at any given moment. No matter how ready we think we are, when death comes to take someone we love – we are sideswiped into feelings and emotions that we never thought possible. Death has no conscience. Death comes, takes what it wants, and there isn’t a fucking thing we can do about it.

LITTLE STAR

When I woke up this morning I was feeling better. My wrist was still not completely pain free but I could move it around and that was something to look forward to. I decided that I still didn't want to go back to NY so I decided to keep my PTO day for Monday and just ride out the rest of the weekend at home. Nothing wrong with that...

DOING "IT"

I have opened a can of worms that and I don't know how to handle it. Matt and I were in the livingroom the other night and I started talking about my father. I was wondering if he was alive. I looked him up online, he lives in Canada, but I couldn't find him listed. I saw someone who I thought was his brother and I called that number. It wasn't his brother but it was a cousin. I asked them if he was alive and they said YES. Stupid me, I didn't block my phone and the next day he called and left a message. I didn't call him back. Then the next day he left another message. This time drunk and angry sounding. I still haven't called him back. I have debating whether I should write about this but I think I should. Matt doesn't think I should but I think it is important to talk about this and let people know these things can happen to people that you know.
I was born a bastard child. My biological father never wanted anything to do with me. From the day I was born my mother's main job was to make sure I had a father. She thought that a son should have a father. She didn't want me to be one of "those kids" that was raised without a father. Boy did she pick the wrong person.

04-05-95

13 years ago today my grandmother died of heart disease. She was a great women. Well I thought she was great and that is all I really care about. I called her Mem. She was always there for me and loved me unconditionally.

QUEEN, WHERE YOU BEEN?

Working that is where I have been! HAHA
HELLO EVERYONE..
I haven’t written for over a week but I am back and I got LOTS to say. So grab something to drink, have a seat and relax. It is going to be awhile!