Forgot to mention had a Christmas Prom at College, yep I actually wore a dress. Had a great night out with my girls, came home giggly and loved every minute. Had college the next day which wasn't quite so fun but all good.
January, more assignments and crop walks on fields that are not growing, not my favorite lesson but never mind.
It was my birthday this month too, 18 years old so I had to go clubbing - friends were great company and had a great time. Came out of the club about 03.00am and there was a really drunk lad, the police pushed him into me and told me to take him home. What is this, blind date, urh no thanks. They didnt want to know that he wasnt with me and I had never met him before. Anyway I did my good deed, took his phone, got him a taxi, sorted his address, phoned a friend and told him what I was doing before loading him and his phone into his taxi home. All this after a night out and in a pair of high heels, oh, did I forget to mention I sometimes wear them too.
Daddy's eye sight not good, struggling to focus on things and his leg is really, really bad. He wants his leg cut off, I sort of agree with him. Mood wise, hope to see a change in Spring, still every ten to fifiteen days. Watching two adults shout out of frustration then crumble into pieces all the time really isnt much fun. There was a kick of the evening before my birthday and I got really upset, especially as the atmosphere was frosty for my birthday itself. They both tried to pretend all was great, but I am not totally stupid, yes I am blonde, but not barking mad.
It may sound like my blog is a dig at Daddy, far from it, I love him with all my heart and am planning on sending him a valentines card, he is wonderful and I love him to bits. I guess I want people to understand that they are not alone, Mum and me have each other when things are bad but we are lucky, Joe is always on his computer so never spends time with us as a family so doesnt notice what goes on, but must hear it. Dad can scream and shout at Mum and me then be all loved up to Joe so it really odd. Maybe that because we are not family, Mum is just his carer after all. Blood will always be thicker than water. I think I need people to understand, we as a Country need to offer help not ignorance. It is hard on everyone, especially the sufferer, but it is pretty grim for the families too. Why won't anyone listen, teach civilians that this is how some people live, learn to understand and help. A lady in our village wanted to phone the police when Dad kicked off a while back as she thought he would hurt Mum. Mum told me and I was shocked but thinking about it I guess Daddy being porrly and getting upset may seem scary to other people. No doubt the police would have come if Mum hadnt have explained that all ok and arrested him, that would have made things a million times worse, not better. Just wish people would listen to me, I want to do something and I need to do something but I am just a kid so who cares. Oh yeah, me!
Dad found a new bike for Joe so that good, he does make this one seem small.
Went out with the girls from the yard the week of my birthday and got a Frozen Birthday Cake, it was coooooool, Mum threatened to do party bag and even bought them, they had penguins on, but I am pleased to say, she didnt go quite that far.
Saw my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin for the first time in years, guess loads happens when you start to get old and I bought myself a little car. Which wasnt the brightest of ideas as Mum and Dad have no idea what to get me for my birthday. Daddy bought me a Series 3 when I was 16 but Mum has nicked it, so a friend of Dads' was selling a little car and we snapped it up. Also bought myself a Massey Ferguson Jacket which I love, again a pressie idea that the oldies never got to think about.
Was given the nick name at college as Massey with weights on the front so may as well have the jacket. Only boys could think of daft things like that.
Anyway, as it was my 18th I thought I would add a second piccy of me in a dress, the night I went into town.
January, more assignments and crop walks on fields that are not growing, not my favorite lesson but never mind.
It was my birthday this month too, 18 years old so I had to go clubbing - friends were great company and had a great time. Came out of the club about 03.00am and there was a really drunk lad, the police pushed him into me and told me to take him home. What is this, blind date, urh no thanks. They didnt want to know that he wasnt with me and I had never met him before. Anyway I did my good deed, took his phone, got him a taxi, sorted his address, phoned a friend and told him what I was doing before loading him and his phone into his taxi home. All this after a night out and in a pair of high heels, oh, did I forget to mention I sometimes wear them too.
Daddy's eye sight not good, struggling to focus on things and his leg is really, really bad. He wants his leg cut off, I sort of agree with him. Mood wise, hope to see a change in Spring, still every ten to fifiteen days. Watching two adults shout out of frustration then crumble into pieces all the time really isnt much fun. There was a kick of the evening before my birthday and I got really upset, especially as the atmosphere was frosty for my birthday itself. They both tried to pretend all was great, but I am not totally stupid, yes I am blonde, but not barking mad.
It may sound like my blog is a dig at Daddy, far from it, I love him with all my heart and am planning on sending him a valentines card, he is wonderful and I love him to bits. I guess I want people to understand that they are not alone, Mum and me have each other when things are bad but we are lucky, Joe is always on his computer so never spends time with us as a family so doesnt notice what goes on, but must hear it. Dad can scream and shout at Mum and me then be all loved up to Joe so it really odd. Maybe that because we are not family, Mum is just his carer after all. Blood will always be thicker than water. I think I need people to understand, we as a Country need to offer help not ignorance. It is hard on everyone, especially the sufferer, but it is pretty grim for the families too. Why won't anyone listen, teach civilians that this is how some people live, learn to understand and help. A lady in our village wanted to phone the police when Dad kicked off a while back as she thought he would hurt Mum. Mum told me and I was shocked but thinking about it I guess Daddy being porrly and getting upset may seem scary to other people. No doubt the police would have come if Mum hadnt have explained that all ok and arrested him, that would have made things a million times worse, not better. Just wish people would listen to me, I want to do something and I need to do something but I am just a kid so who cares. Oh yeah, me!
Dad found a new bike for Joe so that good, he does make this one seem small.
Went out with the girls from the yard the week of my birthday and got a Frozen Birthday Cake, it was coooooool, Mum threatened to do party bag and even bought them, they had penguins on, but I am pleased to say, she didnt go quite that far.
Saw my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin for the first time in years, guess loads happens when you start to get old and I bought myself a little car. Which wasnt the brightest of ideas as Mum and Dad have no idea what to get me for my birthday. Daddy bought me a Series 3 when I was 16 but Mum has nicked it, so a friend of Dads' was selling a little car and we snapped it up. Also bought myself a Massey Ferguson Jacket which I love, again a pressie idea that the oldies never got to think about.
Was given the nick name at college as Massey with weights on the front so may as well have the jacket. Only boys could think of daft things like that.
Anyway, as it was my 18th I thought I would add a second piccy of me in a dress, the night I went into town.