Reality still hasn't sunk in yet.



Jane got 9 years in Jail. Thats pathetic, was 9 years all my sons life was worth? People have been really sympathetic, but my next door neighbour said that I should just move on, I still have my home, my money and my daughters. And do you know what, she was right. I burried my son in the back yard underneath the blossom tree, His coffin was tiny and I dressed him up in his favourite mellowed yellow baby grow. It was a sad day, and I visit him everytime I'm upset.



Petal is nearing her fifth birthday soon. Time just flies by. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Charlotte is 15 years old! Can you believe it! She's only been 15 a month, and after I finnaly let her have a boyfriend she snapped her fingers and boys where begging at her feet. Well, I guess Don had to give her a bit of his personality, she's a romance sim, don't get me wrong, I protested and whined and whinged and begged her to change it, but trust me, Charlotte should be a lawyer, she argued till my ears exploded. But, what can I say? It's her life, not mine, I'm just there to support her.



I have taught Petal all the life skills she needs, like pooping, and talking and stuff, I'll read to her every night until she drifts off, I'm not as good as jj... jjjjjaaaannnnnnnneeee..... ahem.. but I am learning. I dont want to ever say you know whos name again. I really pictured growing old together, but turned out she was just a physco murderer. I can never forgive her. Even Charlotte saw her as a second mum (after I explained all the birds and bees with her) and she loved her too, It really was just heartbraking.



I re-decorated Charlottes room, it was apparently too babyish, and with all the leftover money I couldn't say no. She just loves it!



Oh, and meet her new boyfriend. Jonathon, .. or was it Kyle?? Anyway he came over for dinner and it wasn't horrible, he doesn't have a nose ring, he doesn't wear trakkies, and he doesn't sit in the corner writing suicide notes. Well, he's halfway there. After Charlotte harshly dumped his brother, she moved onto him. Sigh . Oh well, she's just a gorgeous teenager having fun, with .. well nearly every boy in the neighbourhood.



It's my 50th birthday soon!! I am absaloutly mortified. I have stocked up on Olay and hair dye, I'll just let mother nature do the rest. I am so miserable.. I am old. But I am one sexy old person -grins-



There isn't a day that I dont think about Logan, but I'm a reasonably happy-go-lucky girl, and I can't sit around mooching and wishing I can change the past. As harsh as it is, and as hard as it can be to accept, Logan is gone. Nothing can change that. But moving on, I have met a new women, and she is wonderful. Her name is Maralyana, she isn't the prettiest women, but she'll do just fine for me, she loves dogs, children and painting, so we kicked off straight away, and she is a family sim, so she wont do anything to my children, I think i'm slowly falling in love.

From noses to grandchildren.

I am furious. I am about too blow up. I really am. Look at what is sticking out of MY beautiful daughters nose. A disgusting peircing. I didn't give any permision either!! How dare she.



Okay I'm over-reacting a little bit, but do you know what, I thought we had a whole trust thing going on. I really did. We argued till our throats where raw.



I found a pregnancy test in her bin the other day. I was more upset then angry and confronted her about it. She wasn't pregnant, but it proved something. She was crying by now, and I felt a bit guilty. She explained that it was her friends.



Then she stormed off to her room shouting at the top of her lungs, about how she didn't trust me, and how I obviously didn't trust her. I was tearful, but I believed her. So i just sat and cuddled Marmar. Oh sorry, thats Maraylana, its my pet name for her!! (I'll pass you the sick bucket....)



On the bright side, My little Petal grew up! Me and MarMar still have the job off re-decorating her room, but with no extra cash at the moment, it's proving to be a diffucult job. Her party was private and she grew up knowing too walk, talk and poop.



Here she is as a child. She has teen beauty queen stamped on her forehead.



It's my birthday tommorow. Praise the lord. Oh wrinkles .. oh wrinkles how happy you must beeeeeeeee... ergh. I feel like crap.



Oh, we have a new member of the family, she's big and hairy and quite aggressive (no I dont mean Mrs Crumplebottom) And she's called Abbey, we adore her, and slowly she is becoming more friendly. She would of been put down because of her aggresion if we didn't save her, she is part of the family and everyone loves her.



Well, thats it for now, i'm reasonably happy I'm not a grandma just yet, but meh, atleast I'll look the part tommorow.