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11/04/99 Statute of Limitations.It has been (and continues to be) quite a busy week. I'm not even really sure where to begin, so I'll start on a good note. It's basketball season! Both the NBA and better yet, "YMCA Pee Wee Hoops". That's right, Calvin; my 7 year-old warrior of the hardwood is back at the local elementary school gymnasium. Running, spinning, driving to the hoop. He's good at it, he knows it. I had to turn down free tickets to the first Trailblazer game of the season (don't tell Calvin), I had an appointment with a bancruptcy attourney.
It seems that my idiot sister in-law Holly has truly decided that she can't live without her abusive ex-con boyfriend, yup, she is seeing "Jim" again.... in fact she even signed the title to the car that her mother let her use over to the dirtbag. Such devotion from a person that abandon's her children. Man, It has been one of those weeks (again). Broken cars, bounced checks, illness, headache, bancruptcy, arguements and apologies. What else could possibly go wrong? Last night, after returning from my free consultation with the attourney, after the Blazer game was over and the kids were asleep... Monica started crying; absolutely stressed like me. I assured her that it was a mere 10 minutes til midnight....We had survived hell day. Starting at the stroke of midnight things were goint to slowly get better. Then at 11:53pm I went to check the clothes in the dryer....I went to turn the appliance back on.
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