Pass the Bricks and Mortar Please

I just sent an email to Pobble with the above line in it. I've decided to come here and expound.

I use to have this lovely wall around my world. Those of you who have been around since I first started blogging...five YEARS ago...know about that wall. It helped keep me detached and safe from the world.

Then my world started to tumble down, as did my wall. I think it was exhaustion. My Ma'am Ma died, three weeks later my Daddy died, my Mother had...ISSUES..., we bought a farm, got hit by a hurricane, the kids and I now live 1,000 miles away from Bear, my eldest sister stole $120,000 from my Mother (her entire savings)...

...panting...out of breath...one long-assed run on sentence...

my sister convinced my cousins that *I* was a liar (I gave a detailed written statement to my Mother's attorney regarding the Evil Sister, her antics, and then things she said and threatened), my borther, his wife, and two children have also now been convince (of course, no one's asked me about it though...Evil Sister is an amzing con artist), I've been stabbed in the back by someone I trusted who spread lies about me to a few people (I was 1,000 damn miles away!!! HTF could that even be POSSIBLE?!?!?!), and now another friend is starting to suck me dry.

Without my wall I feel incredibly vulnerable and in danger. So I've decide to start rebuilding. So pass the bricks adn mortar please. I've got a job to do.

In totally UNRELATED news, Princess just showed me the cookie I gave her twenty minute ago. She started laughing and told me, "Still no bites. I'm going to save it until I'm 31."