all HIS fault

My life has no up right now; only down. HE disappeared two weeks ago. Since then Ive had no motivation to do anything and yet Ive had to do everything. I HAD to move my things back into my moms house, I HAD to buy a new bed (bought a fouton so I'd have more room), I HAD to spend money to drive back to Oxnard to get stuff out of my storage unit (that I still have stuff in). Now Im pretty broke and living back in my moms house again with no job. I usually wouldn't say this, but I hate HIM right now. I really do. I have so many questions and so much to say to HIM and yet I know that I wont get a listening ear or any answer to what I ask. I have never felt such frustration towards somebody until now; not even my dad. Every day does get better though; I havent cried since last week and I only thought about HIM a little bit today...

The TRUMPET

OK so Jordan just started the 7th grade last week (I know he's growing up way too fast). He has decided that he wants to be in the band. His instrument of choice...the trumpet. We went and got his super loud noise maker trumpet on Wednesday. It's official that our house has become a band room! I've decided that I'm going to try and convince him to just spin a noiseless flag instead although I doubt it's going to work. We all know that Jordan's got a big mouth and his lips work perfectly with the trumpet. I guess it's good that he enjoys practicing already, but my ears don't agree. I woke up to trumpet noise yesterday morning (before 8am), so much for an alarm clock. I think the dogs have decided they're going to sing along with his tooting seeing as how Abby likes to howl when Jordans mouth hits the mouthpeice.

I guess life could be worse and he could have went with the drums...