Week Six...Why I hate Polka...

NEVER... never... would I have thought I now run the demented Alpine Village in Minier Illinois 25 years ago. My former German boss, the co-owner finally died the other day... I swear he lived to be a ripe old age of 105, just to spite me. Yesterday was the worst day of my life. His lawyer gave me the deed to the building, and in his will he explained that I was the only one who had stuck with it from the beginning. They called me their lucky charm, the only reason why the restaurant didn't fail. I didn't want to be held responsable for so many job losses in the town on Minier, so I stayed. I never knew what the effects would be. I now go home every night and cry. The stress is making my hair turn grey, my voice is raspy from shouting orders. But the worst... the absoloute WORST is the constant German polka music that no matter what I do I can't get it out of my head. I hear it in my sleep, in the shower, during Christmas time... I can't handle it anymore.

I'm running away. Angry German cook can just haunt me till I die...

Week Five...Don't call me squirt!

Everybody loves Full House, and I don't care what you say. Well one year when I was about 5 or 6 I got a Full House Michelle doll for Christmas. It seemed pretty sweet at the time, she had a pull string on the back and said quirky little sayings like " My name is MICHELLE" or "Don't call me SQUIRT" with a big attidude, now I look back at it and think it's kinda creepy but whatever cause I carried the doll around everywhere. Well a while after Christmas we took a train up to Chicago, and I guess somewhere along the line I lost it at the train station, or on the train. Either I through the biggest fit in the entire world, or my parents really loved me, but they put a LOST ad up in the newspaper... Some lady called shortly after saying she had it... but the funny thing is I don't remember a bit of losing it. This is all from my parents. So either I didn't care that much, or it was all too traumatic for a 5 year old to remember.

Week Four...My baby dear...

To My Future Child;

I've always been afraid to have you. I promise it's not you, it's me. Well actually it's my fear of turning out like my mother, I don't want you to have to feel put down all the time, or like you have to fight for affection. I promise no matter what I'll love you though.

Even though with my mega-fortunes, and my fame I've recieved from my corporation that has recently taken off, I'll always have time for you. The one thing I want you to know about this world, is that no matter who you decide to be just remember that there is always someone worse off, or in need. I just want you to be grateful for what you have, even if I lose my mega-millions and we live in a card board box we'll still have each other.

Another promise I have to you, is that I'll always support whatever you want to do. If you wanna go baby skydiving, sure... but just remember I'll be right there next to you in case something happens.

Thats all for now. I bet you're going to be super cute and all... considering you father is Yadi' Molina :)



I LOVE YOU!

Your mum...Mrs. Molina