My name is Summer, and that’s my real name not my porn name. We exist in relative contentment in a tiny town in Baja Georgia, otherwise known as 
the westernmost point on the east coast.
I write a lot about my children, but the one who sued her school district when they violated her civil rights (and won) doesn’t get much press here because she likes her privacy and teenagers don’t do much that’s cute and bloggable. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want me to write about how I gave her boyfriend a paper bag filled with condoms a few months ago and every night I pray to a god I don’t believe in that he hasn’t used any. (or should I be praying that he’s used them all?) When she does something bloggable though, she goes all out. (see below post re: me almost killing a dude, or google “hannah page ACLU” for something that comes down more in her favor.)
I try to categorize. If you’re here for the first time, you might be interested to read this little gem about when I aimed an assault rifle at my daughter’s boyfriend. It was a popular post, although it’s hard to tell what’s popular here because people love to comment on this blog over at Live Journal where I have a syndicated feed, or at Facebook where I publish a link in my status.
Sometimes I consider myself a writer, but mostly I’m here to write and document our lives and post photographs. I actually did some soul searching on this subject recently and wrote about it. I decided that maybe this is just a diary after all.
My favorite pieces are the ones about my kids, of course because I’m a cliche and this is my diary. But my friends say the best ones are about my illness. Personally I think they’re super depressing. Get it? I like the ones about the kids the most, they’re funnier. Most of them. Not so much this one.
Thanks for visiting.
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