Tishia Lee

This article just goes to prove that we live in a society full of sue happy people. Remember the lady that sued McDonald’s because she spilled coffee on her lap? Yeah I remember laughing at that story…not that it’s funny at all that she was burned but the fact that someone would think of suing over that is crazy.

I didn’t think that I’d ever hear of a lawsuit that would top the McDonald’s one but holy Toledo this chic suing Victoria’s Secret for a faulty thong…is ludicrous!!!! I can’t stop laughing. I don’t find it funny that her eye was injured due to the decorative heart that flew off (it might of been a staple I don’t remember) but the fact that she’s turning it into a lawsuit is hilarious.

I couldn’t stop giggling when I read the article but the video made me laugh even harder. I mean seriously…come on people! Is this for real? I just can’t even believe it. And where in the world did she find this lawyer that was willing to even take on a case like this? Good grief! The lawyer says it’s not about the money, it’s about the manufacturer making defective merchandise…oh puuuuuuuhlease! Give me a break. During the interview the lawyer was asked how much they were suing for and he wouldn’t say. He did say something about it being a certain kind of lawsuit and it’s over $25,000.00. For a thong that broke? I’m just appalled that someone would sue over this and not to mention the fact it happened over a year ago.

What are your thoughts about all this?

My dad called me Monday night and offered to loan me the money to get my car fixed (that isn’t my car to the left but it is the same exact kind - same year, etc and even the same color). I have a hard time accepting help so I couldn’t say yes right away. Not to mention the fact that I wasn’t keen on the idea of borrowing money! My plan was to just wait until I had the money saved up ($400.00) to get it fixed but at the rate my finances are going that would of taken several months to get to that point, as sad as that is.

It took me until sometime Tuesday afternoon before I was able to admit that I needed to take my dad up on his offer. The fact that I’m going to owe him more money (coincidentally this car he’s loaning money to me to get fixed he also loaned me $300 last year when I was $300 short of the $1200 the guy was selling it for) is driving me insane and just adds to my financial stresses/worries. But he also told me that if it takes a couple years to pay it off that’s ok too…LOL.

So my car is getting fixed tomorrow. It’s funny because once I made the decision to allow my dad to help I was annoyed the garage couldn’t get me in right then and there! lol But 2 more days with out a car wasn’t really all that big of a deal. I should have it back by noon tomorrow (I’m hoping) then I’ll have wheels to drive to my appointment tomorrow afternoon.

Yeah! Thanks dad.

Ok I really needed a laugh and I just got this joke sent to me in an email from a friend. I had to share it!

Three Men on a Hike

Three men were hiking through a forest when they came upon a large raging, violent river. Needing to get to the other side, the first man prayed: ‘God, please give me the strength to cross the river.’ Poof!.. God gave him big arms and strong legs and he was able to swim across in about 2 hours, having almost drowned twice.

After witnessing that, the second man prayed: ‘God, please give me strength and the tools to cross the river’ Poof!…. God gave him a row boat and strong arms and strong legs and he was able to row across in about an hour after almost capsizing once.

Seeing what happened to the first two men, the third man prayed: ‘God, please give me the strength, the tools and the intelligence to cross the river’ Poof!…. He was turned in to a woman. She checked the map,
hiked one hundred yards up stream and walked across the bridge.

GO AHEAD , SEND THIS TO A WOMAN WHO NEEDS A GOOD LAUGH AND TO ANY MAN WHO CAN HANDLE IT!

Sometimes I really hate being melancholy. I tend to take things personally when they aren’t intended to be ‘personal’. My feelings get hurt easily which usually ends with me crying. And sometimes I hate that I can’t ‘hide’ when something is wrong with me…like this morning on Mom’s Morning Show. I tried to participate in the conversation but I haven’t been able to think about anything other than the events of Friday night and what I saw. It really did a number on me. Unfortunately because I can’t think about anything other than that I wasn’t a real great crew member this morning. Kelly gave me the rest of the morning off. Kind of embarrassing being ‘booted’ off the show while live but it truly was a good thing. I wasn’t participating unless it was a one word answer. Kelly asked if I wanted to talk about it…nope. Especially not on the air.

I’m exhausted from not getting any sleep, well very limited sleep. I did manage to get a couple hours over the last couple nights, which doesn’t help the situation at all. I hated admitting that I needed to talk to someone professional, there’s just something about the fact that I can’t handle my emotions/feelings about all this on my own that bugs me. I hate asking for help, it makes me feel like a failure, so calling the local Community Mental Health Agency this morning was hard. I’m waiting for a call back to set up an appointment. I’m not looking forward to it but if I ever plan on regaining my sanity and getting my emotions/feelings under control I need help. Because blogging just isn’t as therapeutic as I once thought it was, at least not for something of this magnitude.

I’m still exhausted, couldn’t sleep when I tried to lay down and take a nap. Too many things running through my head, replaying over and over. The events of last night are posted here.

Caleb’s friend D’s mom came over a couple different times today and her most recent visit kind of left me feeling…weird (guess that’s the best way to describe it). The story that she told me last night was that he slit his wrists. The story that she just gave me a couple minutes ago was that he did not slit his wrists but instead punched their neighbors car window & his hand went all the way through it & that’s what did so much damage. And honestly that made more sense to me than to think that he tried to cut his hand off. But I don’t know why she would of told me one thing last night & something different tonight…that confuses me.

I’ve had D all day and he was going to stay again tonight and even possibly tomorrow but he wanted to go be with his mom, and that’s understandable. I wasn’t fond of the fact that he was told the details of what happened last night, but he is not my child and just because I wouldn’t share all the details of something like that with Caleb doesn’t mean that’s right for her to do. She chose to give him all the details and I had a very quiet child here today (she took him home & talked to him at one of her first stops here this morning). He’s usually pretty talkative and all day today he just walked around with a frown on his face & didn’t speak unless spoken too. Him and Caleb played outside and my landlord even put them to work painting my porch (oh how I wish my digital camera hadn’t died…they were covered from head to toe in white paint! But they did a good job - as good as 2 9 year old boys can do - and it kept them busy. I asked Caleb if D told him anything and unfortunately Caleb now has the details of what happened last night & D even took him to their apartment to show him the pool of blood that will probably never completely be removed from her carpeting. I’m not happy Caleb saw that but there’s not much I can do about it now.  I sat him down and we had a conversation about it all and now he’s sitting here pretty quiet not saying much. Ugh!

The fact that the story has changed from last night to today doesn’t take away from the fact that it was still a horrific event that took place, but it just leaves me confused as to why stories have changed. It bothers me. It also concerned me that she was very anxious/paranoid this last time she was here. She was pacing my living room and kept asking if any cops had been snooping around at all today. So I don’t know what’s going on but I have a feeling there is a lot more to this story than I’ll ever know.

She did tell me that they had a mental health professional come in to evaluate him so I pray that he gets the help he needs. And speaking of mental health professionals, I think I might need to talk to someone professional about all this. I didn’t realize how traumatic it would be to see something like that and I’m feeling pretty messed up in the head about it all.

Tish