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Taking this little guy to the vet! This is Hercules, a dachsund/shitzu mix. Sister adopted him a week ago. He’s getting his immunizations and scheduling his surgery. Dad is driving like a crazy person!

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Last night was one of the longest night’s I’ve had this year that was no fun at all. A lot of external drama and situations that just did not fit properly together and became difficult to deal with. First, I’m currently homeless because of the house being fumigated and all so we’re staying in a hotel.  A hotel that looks pretty decent from the outside but just out right awful in the inside. So much that we’re staying at different hotel tonight.  Second, and most profound item that happend last night was my sister’s best friend coming to us with information that her mother has been mentally abusing her for four years already, ever since her father passed away and yesterday morning, it turned to physical abuse. The girl is 16 years of age and has no clue what to do. My sister was with her the entire day at school talking to counselors and child protection services all to be of no use later. The mother went to the police because the girl refused to go home. She felt unsafe, depressed and anxious. Suicidal even. However, the police got involved and we had no choice but to take her to her mother. Police know shit! I fear for this girl and the torment she’s been having to indure for the past years. Not kid should go through that. I’m emotionally and physically exhausted. I don’t know what is going to happen next. I hope for the best for that girl.

Work goes on. I arrived at 6:45am this morning and I’m still here. It’s Friday and I’m anxious for a drink already. Time to end this week with some TLC and relaxation.

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The fire was contained in our community later in the evening on Saturday. We were let back into our homes but not everyone did. The community was very quiet and abandoned. I went to go see the damage and it was very depressing and awstruckingly sad to watch. I was on my bicycle going passed burned house after burned house. It amazes me how four houses in a row get completely destroyed but the houses across the street of them weren’t touched by a single ember. After my tour of the damage I peddled towards our community’s only entrance and exit… still very quiet. I turn to my right and can see the blaze burn Yorba Linda and Anaheim Hills. It’s about 4pm and the sun is setting in a creepy shade of red, orange and pink. I went as far as I can towards the exit/on ramp of the 91 and Green River Rd. and it was completely empty. No cars for miles and more silence. I got goosebumps looking at all directions and seeing scorched earth and structures.

Driving to work this morning was another emotional trip. I drove past more damaged while on the 91 heading west and saw the buildings I pass everyday gone. Burned to the ground while other spots remained lush green and untouched. Car smelled of smoke and ash and I think it’s stuck on my clothes as well. I’m just glad the bulk of the ordeal is over with but now we have to worry about potential rain fall in the future. That means mud slides.