IT'S ALL ABOUT ME!
My name is Kelly and I'm a Victim Advocate.
Basically I'm a cross between a social worker and a
counselor, without all of the pay & college! In 3 months
and 20 days as of this udate I'll be 30 and I'm holdin
on with a tight grip!
ME ME ME!
I was a little hesitant when blogging was first introduced to me.
I have learned to use and well and now I really like it, in a
voyeuristic kind of way. I also use it as my own personal therapy.
Though you probably won't understand nor agree with what I post
quite often, don't take it personal and don't be offended. After
all, it's a blog and that's the fun of it, right?
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1 Comments:
What gets me is that she was taken out of her own bed, out of her own home. A thief wouldn't take her. There were people home and the house was locked up. The average child abductor wouldn't take her because they could just scoop up a kid off the street (I hate the thought). This had to be someone that knew her, don't you think, Kell? I don't have a mind for crime but it just seems that the person had to know that a 9-year-old girl lived there and where her room was located in order not to disturb anyone. It really makes me T.O.'d. Did she yell and no one heard her? Did she trust the person who took her? Did she think she was coming back? The poor, sweet, little soul....
It makes me so sick and so sad for this world. We are supposed to be able to protect them. I'm sure her grandmother just feels helpless. God just really needs to bring this to an end. All of it. I'm ready.
Well, not really because there were a few other things I want to do. But geez, is it even worth having kids anymore? Some sicko couldn't rip the baby out of me or take it from me after I took him or her into bed. Sorry, I think I should stop now and get back to work.
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