Today was another court day. It wasn't as bad as the first. I sort of knew what to expect. The defense attorney sort of irritated me, but I think he was trying to. Big jerk.
Next week I have a meeting where I'll be going over my testimony and helping the District Attorney however I can. It's the least I can do, I guess.
It looks like an end is coming though, and I really look forward to that. This has just drained me completely. I cannot get to the end fast enough. I feel plagued constantly and I'm so weary.
It looks like I'll have two more hearing dates to attend and then the trial is tentatively set for October. I don't look forward to it. What's especially hard about this is that this whole thing seems to rest on my shoulders. It's a lot of pressure and I feel crippled and burdened. And I just want to scream at people because this isn't our fault and we didn't choose this, but it feels like we're being punished. I know we're not, I know I'm not...but it feels that way.
I've prepared my victim's resolution statement that has taken me months to compose. It's been in almost every thought I've had. I tend to overthink things, but it's very important and I didn't want to miss anything. I've condensed it to 2 pages. It means I'll wear my heart on my sleeve and be vulnerable and show my broken heart, but it needs to be done. It has to be done.
Everyone is well. Sorry for the fail at updating like my usual chipper self...or disturbed self, or funny self. Meh. Whatever.
Well, I gotta head out for my run. I've been doing very, very well. I'm increasing my mileage and consistently bettering my time. It's getting easier. Although, the other day I ran up two hills in the same run, and I have to say it about killed me. Still though, I managed 10:13 per mile...not too shabby for a big girl like me. :)
I hope you are all well.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Happy News
First, to explain the happy news, I should tell you the terrible news.
Last week, Tuesday, our three dogs, Buddy, Cherrio and Grey died. It was one the most horrific things I've ever had to witness. It breaks my heart.
Samantha, being the adventurer we all know she is, found some gopher poison (we didn't even know we had this) and emptied the entire bottle into the dog's water dish. I won't go into detail, except to say that it all happened very, very quickly. I was able to be with Buddy and Grey during their final moments. Cherrio, sadly, died alone.
While our hearts are still very much broken and we are still in a bit of shock from the loss of three of our family members, we found ourselves quite lonely around here...despite all the noise going on and people around.
We decided to look for another dog. This is not to say that our feelings of saddness or the loss of our friends is any less.
So, we now have Tucker. Tucker is almost 3 years old and he's a Brittany Spaniel. He's very, very cute. He's very shy, but really good around the kids. He's never been on stairs before, so that's sort of funny to watch. He pretty much flies down the stairs if he has to go on them, but refuses to go up them.
He has a special fondness of me, which is good, but hasn't been ideal today. Simply because I'm getting dictation caught up and he's sitting under the desk at my feet farting like nobody's business. Which is repulsive to say the least...in fact, I can see the green fumes wafting up as I type. So NOT COOL!
Anyway, he's been fine so far and we look forward to having him a long, long time.
Last week, Tuesday, our three dogs, Buddy, Cherrio and Grey died. It was one the most horrific things I've ever had to witness. It breaks my heart.
Samantha, being the adventurer we all know she is, found some gopher poison (we didn't even know we had this) and emptied the entire bottle into the dog's water dish. I won't go into detail, except to say that it all happened very, very quickly. I was able to be with Buddy and Grey during their final moments. Cherrio, sadly, died alone.
While our hearts are still very much broken and we are still in a bit of shock from the loss of three of our family members, we found ourselves quite lonely around here...despite all the noise going on and people around.
We decided to look for another dog. This is not to say that our feelings of saddness or the loss of our friends is any less.
So, we now have Tucker. Tucker is almost 3 years old and he's a Brittany Spaniel. He's very, very cute. He's very shy, but really good around the kids. He's never been on stairs before, so that's sort of funny to watch. He pretty much flies down the stairs if he has to go on them, but refuses to go up them.
He has a special fondness of me, which is good, but hasn't been ideal today. Simply because I'm getting dictation caught up and he's sitting under the desk at my feet farting like nobody's business. Which is repulsive to say the least...in fact, I can see the green fumes wafting up as I type. So NOT COOL!
Anyway, he's been fine so far and we look forward to having him a long, long time.
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