Sicker Than Others Saving the Landfills, one Giant Plastic Toy At a Time

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’m married, three kids, three guns, two pets. I’ve been writing this blog in one form or another since 2001, back when I hand coded an HTML page for every single entry, and comment forms were in a server hosted “guestbook”.

I write a lot about my children, but the one who sued her school district with the ACLU when they violated her civil rights (and won- don’t mess with the GSA, Nassau County!) doesn’t get much press here because she likes her privacy and teenagers don’t do much that’s cute and bloggable. 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. I learned a lot that night, and you’ll learn a lot about me by reading it. And that ballsy fucker is still her boyfriend.

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 mental 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 sicker than others.