Archive | September 2014

New Laws, New Lyrics, New Me

Boy did I have a crazy scheduled day!

6:30: up and make sure the kids are up, faces washed, teeth brushed, breakfast had, maybe a meltdown or two before they’re off to school by 8:15.

10:30: at the doctor’s for myself with 2 days of a cough and just feeling crummy again.

11:30:  Leave the doctors with a partial pneumonia diagnosis, antibiotics, a fist full of helpful tips and off change clothes.

1pm: Meeting with my Assemblyman Troy Singleton to start the work on a rape/sex by deception/fraud law.  It was very promising and he seems really very much in support of it.  It’s fabulous to finally be moving on this!

2pm: grab a few dinner things before going home to change clothes

3pm: son is picked up from kindergarten, home to help with any homework, see papers that come home and reinforce learnings of the week.

5pm have dinner with the kids before….

6pm back to school night at the middle school (elementary was last night)

8:30: drop my daughter off to home and run off to Target (after a Starbucks run)

10: unload car, wind down with my mom,

10: to unpack things and then call the ex hubby to tell him about the events of the day.

11:30 start this blog……   LOL

 

I heard a song on the radio today that I hadn’t heard in a while and it really says my last year in a song.   Here is the video and lyrics.

 

 

JAR OF HEARTS, by Christina Perri

I know I can’t take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that’s waiting is regret
Don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the mostI learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you’re asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

And I’ve learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

And it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
‘Cause you broke all your promises
And now you’re back
You don’t get to get me back

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
Tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

 

Second Status Conference

Pre-conference: So here we are a month after the last status conference.  William Jordan has since bonded out of jail and much to my thankfulness, has not been spotted anywhere in the vicinity of my home, work, children or to my knowledge has attempted to contact me or my family through any anonymous means.  Of course, this it to my knowledge.  For all I know he is sitting in some Bodega in Mexico City right now thinking he has gotten the best of the United States legal system.  I guess I will know in about an hour.  I work every 3rd weekend and this past weekend was my weekend to work.  So after working a 12 hour shift, I decided it just wasn’t worth me going home to turn around and come to the courthouse.  So I listened to some morning Philly radio, skimmed my emails, replied to a few private comments, posted to Facebook, grabbed a pumpkin iced coffee on this brisk (43 degrees F) day, some breakfast and then decided to sit here and start my next blog post.  I am nervous since this is my first court date that doesn’t involve Jordan being brought to me in handcuffs and shackles.  He will have to actually come here on his own accord and I hope he is inconvenienced as hell.  I am quite curious as to how someone with no car, no job, no license will get here.  It’s either going to be a past victim, his next victim or his elderly parents.   Either way he’s sponging off of someone to be here.  Typical.  I am also waiting to speak to the prosecutor about this latest plea offer which I am sure is going to be utter crap and a total joke to the crimes that he has committed.   Only time will tell what happens……