Some advice from someone who lives with a witchy sister

DON'T DO IT! Take it from me. I have lived with my sister for 7 years now. I am 26 years old. I will be 27 in October. It is awful to live here. I try to think of different ways to get the fuck out of here and so far I haven't had any luck. Between shitty jobs and her guilt trips when it comes to my nephews...i feel like I am stuck! DONT DO IT!!

What do you do when you've been in love with someone for 11 years?

No it's not the kind of love that you think I am talking about. It's a love that is not reciprocated. I am in love with my best friend. I have been friends with him since I was 15. He has no idea how I feel and he also will NEVER find out. So my life is a living hell. I try to move on from him and date other people. It doesn't help. I maintain a somewhat active intimate life with men. But yet nothing or no one takes the place of who stays in my heart.

It's so painful to see him date other women. It's painful to hear him talk about the women that he meets. And it is excruciating to offer him advice when a girl breaks his heart. How do I offer him advice when all I want to do is scream at him "I am the one for you! Forget all of those girls. I will never break your heart. I will love you forever!" But I don't. I just keep a smile on my face and maintain my buddy status. A status that will remain with me until all eternity. If he hasn't felt the spark in 11 years he definately won't anytime soon. So any advice for me out there? Any way I can get over him? Please help me. I need to move on.

Sometimes writing is very theraputic

I don't know why I am drawn back to this website. I actually forgot that I had a blog. Well tried to forget anyway. Nobody ever reads it. Or if they do- they never respond to what I write. But sometimes I find that writing is a way for me to relieve some stress and emotions. I am not a person who likes to talk about my feelings or dump all of my problems on everyone else. Anyone out there know what I am talking about?

I can't stand the way my life is turning out. I wish I had done things differently. Maybe I wouldn't be in my late twenties living with my sister and working a dead end job. But all I can do is try my hardest to quit living this way. Maybe then I will get over the person I have been in love with for the past 11 years. He treats me like shit and I barely talk to him anymore but I still love him and wish that one day we'd get married and a little family but it's just a dream and will never happen. Help me people out there in cyber land. How do I fix me ?

why, why, why is no one following me?

Am I that boring that nobody wants to read my blog? Is it not funny enough? Confusing enough? Unique enough? Well if so i am sorry. My life really isn't that interesting. I don't have trysts with a bunch of different men. I don't go out all of the time and get drunk and take home strangers. Hell I don't even have a boyfriend.

My life consists of trying to find a job and watching my nephews. But i still have a lot of thoughts that i need to put down to vent. So hopefully someone out there will read this and be able to relate to me and my life. We shall see.

Is anyone out there?

Helllooooo people out there in cyber world. I am beginning to wonder if I am out here alone on this wonderful space that is blogger.com. Please tell me that I am not alone. Please? I hope someone else is reading me or it"ll make me think that these thoughts that I am trying to share with other people aren't being spread around after all.

Today is the best lazy day ever. I totally quoted that from the disney show Phineas and Ferb. Yes i quoted a cartoon but i do not care. I love that cartoon! My nephews are outside playing and i am sitting here watching a DVR'd movie called Freshman Father. Anyone else see it? If so let me know how it is. I really hope someone else reads this and comments me! I'm lonely lol.

how could 3 hours in the sun turn into such a bad idea? a litle help here people!

My brilliant (ha!) sister had the grand idea of going up to lake michigan for memorial day weekend. You see my grandparents camp up there all summer in their nic 5th wheel RV at a real nice camp ground across from Warren Dunes State Park. I love the place. I have been up there tons of times over the years to visit my family and go on a little vacation. So the trip wasn't that big of a deal to me.

That Sunday after going to say hello to the family (my aunt was also there) we (my 3 nephews ages 7, 6, and 5 were also along) traipsed down to the beach. ANd what started out as a great way to relax for the day has turned into nothing but a big pain in my ass.

First of all the water sure did look inviting but as soon as your feet touched it, hypothermia was soon to set in. But for some reason idiots were still in the water. So instead on the blistering hot day I just laid out on the beach in my chaise lounge chair and watched the kiddos play in the sand and on the shore.

And after making sure to slather in the kids in 50 proof sunblock i completely forgot about my wn fair skin i was blessed with thanks to my Irish ancestors. Oh no i can't take after my Italian side and tan easily and have a nice olive complexion. Nope just call me Ivory, or Porceline because that's my skin tone.

So while i was completely oblivious to my skin toasting under the sun (i was realllly hoping to get a nice tan) my nephews wanted something from the concession stand. Now think bout this. It's noon hour...the sun is high....and very hot. So stupid me just gets up, completely disregards my shoes, and starts walking in the sand. Yah i got 10 steps and hip hopped back to the chair for my shoes. The sand was so damn hot that blistered the bottom of my feet!!!!

But my adorable nephews just had to have ice cream and who was i to deny them that priviledge? Besides my sister was going to pay the $5 for each and it was hot. And once they had their treat it was another few hours i was able to bake in the sun. Again completely disregarding my tender skin.

Later that night as i was sitting outside with my family i noticed that my body felt....tight. Just moving anywhere hurt so bad that standing up was painful. If i stood too long i had to sit because i was in pain. And aloe vera gel just has not helped. That was 5 days ago. My skin is still bright red and now everywhere has broken out in blisters that pops when i am asleep. Once the blisters pop i can peel the dead skin away just to find more blisters. So what the hell should i do? i really want to avoid a trip to the ER. Any suggestions?

my first blog..lets hope someone likes it

Allow me to introduce myself. I was blessed with the name Brittany at birth and later nick named Nikki by my family. Nikki? you might question and the answer to that is simple. My middle name is Nicole. The name Brittany just simply does not suit me or my personality. Brittany is more for those adorable cheerleader like girls in high school with size 2 figures and the envy of every other female in school. And that simply is not me. I am gargantuan in comparison to the miniature females I was forced to spend 8 hours with daily and just too damn big to even think of the idea of donning a mini skirt. So that's where Nikki suits me just fine. Nikki is safe and unfortunately sometimes what people call men named Nicholas (oh dear me.)

I was born in a small ass town in Alabama named Enterprise which is suits it perfectly since sometimes i questioned the townsfolk sanity and thought they were a bit alien. Either that or incest who knows because this was the deep south. Luckily I was forced to move further north to Indiana where i currently reside in a town called Kokomo..that's where we had to go to get away from it alll....or so my mom says.The name is vey deceiving lemme tell yah. There is no blue water, the only sand we have is actually dirt and the only white on it is bird shit or snow. And there certainly is no Tom Cruise, only people who think they are. So whenever people ask me if my town is like the beach boys song i sigh for the 100000000000000th time and tell them that no, no its not. Google it sometime if you have a chance. Kokomo is famous for one of the first cars and a strip club named the Hip Hugger and we were once featured on UFO Hunters for some sonic boom that people think is aliean spacecrafts. (And i thought i escaped the aliens when i left Alabama)

I was born in 1984 so that means for you math gurus that i am 25 (almost 26) years old. I have a handfull of best friends and am hoping that i have a job in august but that all depends on funding and budgets for the school corporation. My job is a teachers aid for special needs kids. Sounds fascinating doesnt it? It's really not. I felt like i was back at a daycare all over again but its a paycheck and i do love my job.

My friends are a big part of my life and ive known a lot of them for over 10 years. i wouldnt know what id do without them when i had som hardships to deal with. they are my rock! but eww enough of the sappiness.

My biggest goal for 2010 is to move the hell out of my sisters house. yes i did say that. i am almost 26 years old and still live with my sister. i know..pathetic righ? but money has been an issue and just was not making enough at past jobs to support myself. so hopefully if i get my job back in august i will be able too!

but that is enough for now on this blog. i will write more later. i promise itll be more intersting...or maybe not.who knows?