Molly the caregiver/helperWhen I was young I was a caregiver in training. When my mom needed something she let me know. There are days I could almost read her mind and get it before she completes the sentence or thought. 

We would bond during grocery shopping. Trying to figure out if I was going to eat something or fly by the seat of our pants meal. My dad tells me the when I was born God gave my mom a helper. As I got older I was promoted to personal shopper. That meant jewelry and things to make her day. I learned the lingo for coffee. Double shot latte with something sweet and savory.

When we talked about this trip to Ethiopia I was not sure about it. The deal breaker was when my mom said she needed my help to adjust to retirement life. It was a tough decision knowing I wouldn’t be able to see my son’s milestones. Than I realized I needed my mom…she needed her helper.

These days I make sure she has what she needs when we take day trips. Crutches, reading material, and nick knacks. I am her tech ninja which means I help with her gadget/device questions. Plus I make sure I have earphones for her quiet times. When she needs water I grab the bucket and head our ROTO for whatever the task. I am also her dictionary and memory bank.

My mom has Post Polio Syndrome. Just retiring meant she truly was slowing down. My job is to make the transition as smooth as possible. Especially making sure she has treats to make life easier. Chocolate anyone?

Even my dad gets help. From getting the shopping list ready to helping with odd jobs around the house. I learned if you push the gas pedal it can be part of a jumper cable. I don’t have a green thumb, yet I learned that plants need water too. Tip: do it during daylight so you can see where you are going. I guess you can say I am a Jackie of all trades.

Project from 1/2016


Looking back on my not so ordinary life1/16/16


We are two weeks into 2016 and I have been thinking about what my life has been like so far. I am excited to have over 900 people following me on Twitter. That is a God thing because I would never have thought that many people would want to know more about me. That is one reason I use social networking to my advantage. I am a committed SMP (Social Media Person), with several accounts on the internet. I am writing two different blogs that expresses two different chapters in my life. My creative writing skills amaze me when I can use them for the right reasons.

The Health: Reality of my life

I admit that I have depression, which gets to me sometimes. Than I have my companion, Attention Deficit Disorder that has been part of my life for over 20 years now. I wear it with pride. My mind can be all over the place while I am trying to learn and teach myself new things. This brings me to my Social Anxiety Disorder also known as Social Phobia. Yes, I do love posting pictures of myself, yet I am nervous as hell when it comes to in person contact. Do not get me wrong I am a very social outgoing person, but once I get to know a person I can talk a mile a minute.

Then there are times that I am quiet and listening to other people talk. I may say something in between the conversation, but depending on the company that can be difficult. I may not speak Amharic, but if you talk slow, I might be able to understand a conversation. I know that is a shocker since I grew up in the young East African community in Seattle. One last thing people would not expect from me is that I have been dealing with a not so ordinary eating disorder. In my case, it is anorexia. When I am super focused on something I forget to either eat or if I am not hungry just skip eating all together.

The culture: The school years

These days I consider myself to part of the third culture generation. We are people that grew up in backgrounds that are different from our native culture. In my case, I spent over 30 years in America, I was born in Ethiopia, and to make it more out of the ordinary I was a Pastor’s daughter. We left when I was a year and a half so my father could further his education. He would not leave Ethiopia without my mother or me. As I grew, I discovered that I was not like my peers. I mean just having a name, as Mahlet can be a clue that one does not quite fit in with the group of students.

Although I was a shy, yet very outgoing young child. At a young age, I discovered the world of books. It was my own personal playground. Our home was close to the local library so my mom would take my brother and me on field trips to get books to read for the week. By the time came for our next trip I was finished and ready to get more books. As I got older, I graduated from the encyclopedia to C. S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia. I got lost in that series.

Soon I began reading series books like The Babysitter’s Club, Sweet Valley High Twins, and of course my favorite Anne of Green Gables. When many of my favorite books became television series I had a chance to see, the characters come to life. In sixth grade, I read Stephen Kings Carrie and wished that I could be her. Anyone who could pull off fighting back at bullies was my hero at that time.

Yes in junior high, I knew I was out of the ordinary. I had braces on my teeth and on my back thanks to scoliosis. I knew I was not athletic so I had to fall back on the only thing I had my brain. In seventh grade, my teacher discovered I was an excellent speller. Finally, all that reading came into good use. The next year I entered the school spelling bee and I was one of the finalists to represent my grade at the local spelling bee. I was excited because I had finally found a gift that gave my life possibilities.

By the time, I began senior high I wanted to have the fun life that I had read and heard about. In my imagination, the world of high school was complete with every social event imaginable. The only thing in my way was my culture. This was the year that I constantly heard that African and Christian girls do not do fill in the blank. I had decide which was more important my social life or my education. Naturally, I was a teenager who wanted to have fun. I compromised with my parents I could not go to the dances, but I could go to the athletic events. It was tough, but my parents knew more than I did so I had to go along with their rules.

Naturally, I rebelled by joining some friends who had a “club” that did not like their father’s. Since my dad was a pastor and I could not have fun, I decided this was good enough. I put my family through hell those first two years. My eating problem was even worse that year. I hid it in my room. This was not a great idea because I was afraid of throwing away evidence away so my room smelled especially sour that year.

By the time my sophomore year ended, I was failing most if not all of my classes. I had been attending a private Christian school that was giving the priority to athletes and smart people. I was not part of any of the categories so I pretty much stopped caring all together. I was not going to college anyway. I was not college material so why should I even try. That year the school counselor explained to my parents that I was going through a phase that most young people passed through as they began adolescence. He assured them in time I would be back to my sweet ordinary self. I just did not know what ordinary was and how I would fit into that definition. This was when the term late bloomer entered into my vocabulary. I would never be ordinary not one bit and I was ready to prove it.

Thus, I entered my junior year with the hope of having a different life. My parents decided to home school me that year. I was not getting a lot out of the traditional school system (both public and private school left a mark on me) so we went through the nontraditional route. That year I was determined to beat my arithmetic demons. My parents wanted me to learn in a non-distracted environment. We bought all kinds of books in mind that I would be up to my grade level by the end of the year. It was that year that I learned about the great battle of Adwa that had raged in my homeland. It was the Ethiopians versus the Italians. According to the history books, this was a battle of the ages where Ethiopia was the only African country that kept the European’s from colonizing its country. This was something none of my history or geography teachers taught me. It was a very important and historical piece of information of my motherland. It was around that time that I realized that I had come from a nation which such a rich history.

My senior year began with mystery. My parents and I did not know if the preparation I did my junior year would qualify me to graduate on time. We decided to enroll me in an alternative highs school that was within the Seattle School District. These students did not fit into any of the traditional educational systems in the local school districts. For once, I felt right at home. I was registered and embarked on my final year of schooling.

The classes I took were not like anything I had ever taken even at home. I took a Humanities class that combined history and civics. My science class was normal and learning the basics of the scientific world. My only complaint was the math class assignments resembled an elementary school level with some secondary lessons. It was like playing hangman when you needed to learn algebra. I felt like everything I self-taught the previous year went out the opposite ear it entered. The best part of that year was that I took an elective in the school newspaper and a creative writing class. I finally was able to perfect my writing skills and be complimented on it.

That year I accomplished the impossible I graduated with a 4.0 grade point average. I was known to be an outstanding student with the gift of writing. That year I got awards from the Who’s Who of American Students and achieving a high grade point average for my school. It was an amazing feeling to be not only accepted but also rewarded for such good works. Not bad for a bookworm who would rather have a mighty brain than muscles of iron.

The college and career stage: An expected turn of events.

As a young adult, I tried different routes trying to find my place in the world. I went to college and for a year, I took the general education route. I took classes to improve my writing skills, a general math course to help with my arithmetic skills, a keyboarding class that gave birth to my techie skills, and a choral class that helped with my vocal skills. After that, I transferred to another local Technical College. I enrolled into a program that would ultimately change my life Para educator/Teacher’s Assistant. I realized my love of helping children could turn into a career.

I learned so much those two years. I learned basic sign language (letters A-Z), how to use the Microsoft Office (Word, Excel, Publisher, and PowerPoint). I was also introduced into the world of learning disabilities. It was then that I discovered the basic lessons about Attention Deficit Disorder. I was shocked to find myself in those lessons. Could there be a reason for me being so disorganized? As I was getting ready to graduate I was helping my fellow students with the how to use the Office software. At that time, I was the only person left from the original class when I began. So it was a great opportunity to help someone else as someone had helped me in the past.

By the time I graduated from Renton Technical College, I realized that in order to complete my Associate of Arts degree I would need financial aid. The idea of filling out the government form terrified me so I decided it was time to find a job to pay for school. So began the working chapter of my life. For a few years, I worked as a daycare worker in three local daycares. I wanted to take care of the kids that most people would find difficult to work with. That was generally the age group that I was assigned.

I worked part time for a few years until I decided I needed a change. I got a job at McDonald’s, which was fast paced. It was something that I was able to do pretty well. Soon afterwards, I was hooked on the customer service bug. I got a part time job as a Customer Service Representative at a Christian bookstore in my old neighborhood. It was during the holiday season so I was trained and put to work as a cashier and kept the front area organized.

It was around this time that my mother was observing the signs of Attention Deficit Disorder in me. By this time, she had gone back to school and trained to be a counselor for elementary schools. I was the inspiration for her change in careers from music teacher to school counselor. For once, I was happy to be a good reason for change in her life.

Now the holiday season was slowing down and I was learning the art of inventory. It was a very intense lesson but I soon learned it was a valuable skill. I had to know where things were and how many products we had. My computer skills came in handy when customers called to pre-order books, music, and other products we had in our store. I was working back-to-back hours as an opener and closer.

Within a few months, I could sense that, my time at the bookstore was nearing its end. It was then decided to do something out of the ordinary… go online and find a job. I decided to narrow it down to working in the customer service industry. I than modified it to the Seattle area. Somehow, I found this full time position as a Customer Service Assistant at a store in the University of Washington area. It was amazing. It was my first try on applying for a job online and I hoped that it would come up with something. What happened next was nothing short of a miracle. I was notified by the HR office that scheduled an appointment for me at the store. Wow, in a matter of days I went to the interview.

When I walked into the store, it was like nothing I had ever seen before. There were TVs everywhere the eye could see. I had walked into an electronic world. I met with the store manager and answered his questions. Before I left the store I did a walk around to see what all was in there. All I can remember was that I felt mesmerized. Could I fit into this world? A few days later, I got the call… I had been chosen for the job! I remember it was a few days before my birthday and my bookstore staff family had taken me out for lunch. It was bittersweet closing to that chapter in my life.

Soon I was trading book and baptismal gifts for home entertainment and early gadgets. Personally, it was an adrenaline rush that I was taking in stride I felt like I had found my place and I was ready to learn as much as I can as fast as I could. Everyone was friendly and ready to help me understand my role in the store. That role was that I was the first person that customers met, either on the phone or in person, and the last person they saw when they left the store. I gave my warmest and strongest greetings and made sure they found what they wanted from the comfort of my front counter.

I quickly learned manufactures and what they produced That was something new for me because I just knew the basics items like TVs, VCRs, and walkman. I had no idea there was so much more to it! I was able to explore the display rooms that had speakers with eclectic styles of music. The warehouse staff was so helpful and showing me where items were when it came to find them for salespeople. They even made a map for me so I could visually see which corner had what item. Soon I was surprising customers with how many items I could bring from the hold and repair sections.

Shared: Put Down the Pen Someone Else Gave You. No One Ever Drafted a Life Worth Living on Borrowed Ink – Jack Kerouac


This is worth sharing! Keep up the good work!


Here we are. With the pen of expectations. Creating a list of goals to achieve and marking off our to-do lists with a sense of accomplishment. We hang our degrees on the wall and read aloud our written success stories to feel that pat on the back, and quickly move on to write the next…



Dear Friends and Readers:

I am sorry to have not been able to post much these last few weeks. I did have somethings in my draft box (Thank you to Word IOS!) I am not sure how long this will be for. I am safe keeping busy around here. If you want to get in touch with me you can email me at msebhat. That is so far the best way. Keep changing the world on person at a a time!


P.S. I see the new followers on Twitter. Thank you all! It makes me feel so much better. Peace, love, and all that good stuff!

That’s my name. A personal essay.


When people ask me if I wanted to be called Mahlet or Molly. I tend to go with Molly. I had an uncle who called me Mahaleta when I was young. He was a great guy. I always knew it was him calling when I heard that name. Just about everyone else called me Molly. I liked it because I didn’t have to hear the mispronunciation.

Although I have heard various pronunciation that made me smile. Mahoho was one so I shortened it more to Misty. That went well actually. It was the abbreviation of my full name. I used that my senior year when I wanted to be normal or in my case unique. My aunt used to ride motorcycles and that became my biker name. Who would imagine me on the back of a Harley or Gold Wing?

These days I get the funny looks of people trying to figure out if I am a foreigner or Habasha. It gets annoying until people accept me for who I am. An Ethiopian American. I don’t claim a region or language. It was my choice. Nobody pushed me. When people ask why don’t I speak Amharic or Oromo I have a simple answer. I had to learn the grammar of English. You try it sometime and let me know how that goes.

I think my grandparents would have loved me just the way I am. I love helping others that is the universal language. They probably be shocked with how much I have achieved so far. Plus I know how to pour a good cup of coffee that is the entry fee. Hospitality is another universal language that I speak. Can’t beat that! I give my experience in Customer Service the boast it needs. God knew I needed somewhere to be accepted.

So that’s my story and I am sticking to it!

Another episode of my phone and I.


Today we reached two apps that kept eluding us. I was highly disappointed that Spotify only worked abroad for 14 days. So I transferred it to my laptop and kept Jango for now. My mom’s friend encouraged us to get Line. Now that I have it we shall test to see if it works in my area as well. Whats App has been doing well just need to test the calling capacity. Viber works in the city and certain areas.

As my bestie knows I get annoyed when u can’t email or message out. She reminds me that it’s okay and connect when and where I can. For now I am really content with what I have right now. Next time I am going to try to install a few games. Work and no play can be tough with healing. I have a thing for trivia and memory games. Plus the Bubble Burst helps my eye and hand contact. I have wondered about the Angry Birds. Yeah I am old school, but learning to work my way back.
That’s all from Sara and the phone. Got some suggestions tweet or email me. I love networking.🙂 Till next time tech ninja out!



I have taken sometime for feeding my soul. Reading the Bible has been incredible. All the familiar heroes, women, prophets, and judges are returning to me. As I read the scenes come to life in my mind. I cry with Jeremiah and charge ahead like Joshua. The prophets of the Old Testament spoke to me through their words. I felt like they were teaching me lessons about myself.

I am feeling the familiar strength returning inside of me. I felt God calling me His own. I admit the hope inside of me is similar to a mustard seed. During my hard days it fights the darkness to survive. Than when each battle is done it builds a fire to remind me it is still there. That fire keeps me going even through the storm.

I began writing a personal essay about bullying. It was something I felt needed to be addressed. My heart says treat others as I want to be treated. I want people to know that words hurt! Just as much as sticks and stones. Only this takes lives more and more each day. I should know. It’s one of the inner battles I deal with.

So as we enter the end of September lets see how we can change with the season. You never know what a simple thing can do to change the world or even history


Welcome new Readers, Subscribers, and Followers!


Thank you for choosing to read my blog. By doing this my dreams of reaching out to people are coming true. My name is Molly Sebhat and these are my thoughts on life. Each time I hit send/publish my goal goes along with it.

I write about life. How it has been and what it could be. I write about struggles with stress, anxiety, and things that people can relate with. I began this blog as a Stay At Home to a sweet young boy. As time went on I wrote about the struggles that occurred in my life.

Now I am writing as a person healing from PTSD, stress, and anxiety. I explain that people with disabilities are not that different. How we see the world is just another point of view. My mom, the driving force in my life, tells me that I have a story to share that might help others in the same position. So until I figure out how to write a book my blogs are my canvas to express myself with.

Feel free to share this with others. If I can change history one person at a time… than it is wort it. I am also writing at refresh28.wordpress.com. It is called Starting Over in 2013. It is a sequel to this blog.

Thanks again and hope to hear from you soon! msebhat

Note: Growing up the word disabled/handicapped refered to the parking spot we found for my mom. Otherwise she was a superhero with her crutches and power chair. She has a heart of gold for so many. How can one not be inspired!

Excerpt from a writing project.


“Just keep swimming.” – Dory, Finding Nemo
How I have dealt with stress and anxiety.
By Sara Gamachu

Do you know what keeps me going these days? My faith, reading books, and my writing. Weeks ago, I got a message that threw me for a loop. I felt like I was thrown into a pit like Joseph. I gave myself time to grieve. I started questioned everything food, people, and especially myself. The tension in my body ripped apart and began showing itself in my personal appearance. It was that bad.

So my young self whispered to me. Let go of this and come find me. You are better than this do not lose yourself.

I was already reading self-help books or anything I could get my hands on. My mom pointed out that the key to my getting better was to know myself that meant going back to my first love, which had been reading. She knew my mind and soul still needed to be fed. To feed my mind I chose books from the classical section that could inspire me to grow from a casualty of bullying to a survivor of life. I began with The Scarlet Letter, which introduced to me to the ultimate shero in Salem, Massachusetts. Next, I traveled to Northern England with Pride & Prejudice. I discovered that love could look past a person’s social class.

To help with my soul I accepted a self-challenge to read the Bible hoping to find my way back to my true self. When I had gotten married, I made a choice that changed my life forever. Being the daughter of a pastor, I grew up wanting to live a healthy and content life. I was not satisfied watching my peers grow up doing social experiences while I lived in the past or even on pause. After years of the single and over protected life, I decided that there was more than one way to live. By then I was stepping into the virtual world via the chat rooms. I figured if it could not live it up in real life than I would go to the next best thing.

Boy was I ever wrong. I began lying to my parents and totally ignoring everything just for that few moments of pleasure. A few months of this, my health began to spiral downward. I was spending so much time online that I did not want to eat, sleep, or do anything else. I gradually lost weight and become oblivious to anything, but my new lifestyle. It was during this time that I opened an account with the social site myyearbook.com. Now remember I had no real dating experience what so ever. I had previously tried the online dating sites that did not pan out.

So I went along with a friend I had made thinking this was just another site. Once again, boy was I ever wrong. I decided that bad boys would just be trouble. I needed something that met my wholesome nature. After narrowing down a few of the suggestions one person caught my eye. He had sent me a “flirt” and we began talking. His picture showed a person who seemed to match what I was looking for in a friend. Not to mention he looked very handsome and average.

I gave it the “don’t judge a book by its cover” evaluation. After a couple months of messaging back and forth, I discovered that he was new in town and wanted to know places to visit. I gave him some landmarks that I thought he would like to visit. Finally, in October he asked me to talk on the phone. Afterwards he had the courage to ask if we could meet in real life. This lead to our first date. My first date ever. It was the beginning of a new chapter of my life.

Without any experience in dating, I went along with everything. He invited me to visit him on the weekends. At first, it was difficult because we were on opposite sides of the Puget Sound. I was determined to make this work so I conquer my fears and went into this relationship headfirst and heart last. This road was a not the traditional dating journey. It went way to fast, but at the time, I figured it was normal.

After dating for 9 months, the decision to meet his parents came up. Being in the military taking time off became a scheduling issue. We made it work though. After I met his family, I should have noticed some warning signs. Like the race card for one. Never in my life did I ever get questioned about my background. A few weeks after this meeting I got the surprise of my life. He proposed to me and within a few, we were married.

I began a life on the fast lane. Within months of getting married, we got our first apartment together. I did not exactly have a lot and he wanted to make sure I was provided for. I heard that phrase several times. I should have known that our life was not normal per say. For one thing, when Valentine’s Day came around he did not shower anything or me with gifts. His theory was everyday was Valentine’s Day so don’t expect anything special. This was the polar opposite of the flowers and gifts he gave me when we were dating.

I remember that holiday feeling awkward and confused. Was this what married life was like? Was this normal? Did I do something wrong? A few weeks later, I noticed that my body began doing some stranger things than normal. For one thing, I did not have my normal monthly visitor. He chalked it up to stress and transition. I wished it were just that. Next thing up was I could not keep food down.
I mean sure I had eating issues, but this was way different from what I was used to. Finally, I was more tired than usual. I chalked that up to my iron deficiency anemia. It sometimes made my hormones go wacky so how could this be any different. I had talked to a friend about it and she convinced me via phone that I should take a pregnancy test. I was like wow do you think?

With her on the phone with me, I walked from our apartment area to the nearest Walmart. Thankfully, it was not too far just crossing some streets lights and a straight line. I than went to the unknown section in a familiar female aisle. “Which one do I pick?” I asked her confused by the boxes. After a little advice I took the one that had the words displayed not the check marks. If I was going to do this, I wanted to be able to understand it.

I made my purchase and headed home nervously. I had not told my mother because I was not sure what to expect. We have discussed my hormones and anemia. So how could this be any different? When I got home, I opened the box and saw there were two tests. I guess I might need a back up just in case.

Remember I have no experience with anything like this so this was a huge moment in my life. After I did the test and waited the time, my future was sealed. Well folks I am glad there are two tests cause according to it I was pregnant. I shakily made three calls. One to my friend who had waited for my call back, one to my mother without knowing what was happening, and finally to another friend who was already pregnant cause I needed advice about what I was about to go through. I was a navy wife about to have a baby. Wow talk about life changing!

What happened next will go into the weird files. He came home and I was still taking in this new information. I shakily told him about my day. I thought he would take the news well. He was upset that I wasted money on a test that may not be accurate. He would not believe it and pretty much dropped the subject irritated. I than set up my first appointment at the military hospital.

I mean we were only married for a few months and had to wait for paperwork to get confirmed before I could see a doctor for anything. So a few days later, I went and saw the doctor. She was very kind and listened to my story about the test and not sure what was happening. We went through the physical and I went to the lab to do a blood test. It was then I realized that pregnancy tests were more accurate via a blood test.
I was told that I would get my results in one to two days. So naturally, I kept my phone on my awaiting the call. I went home and told him about what the doctor said. So the waiting game began. Luckily, a day went by and I got the call. Yes, my anemia was back… and I was pregnant. Oh and because of the argument the other day, I took the backup test because I was very emotional and unsure of everything. It came back positive!

It was a huge moment in my life because I never thought I would have children of my own. It was all very surreal because a year before I would never thought this would be happening to me. Sure, my life had never really been normal so why would this be any different. He did not take the news as expected. I began my speech with yes my anemia was back… and I was pregnant! I could not quite tell what he was thinking. Then he called his mom with the news, “We have a bun in the oven”.

A few weeks later I was scheduled for my first prenatal appointment. The feeling of nervous and excitement filled me. This was a new road I was about to travel in my life journey. I remember picking up the heading to the office to get the paperwork that needed to be filled out. I had a couple days to jot down the information that they needed about both our families. Getting information about my family was easy enough. The hard part was asking him for the information. For me it was a life changing moment.

I tried to find the right time to ask him these basic questions about his family background. He didn’t want to be disturbed after work. So finding the right time became a difficulty. When I did get the courage to ask him I got the feeling that it was so obvious. I ended up leaving things blank and hoping for the best. I mean it wasn’t a huge test right? Boy was I ever wrong. We went to the appointment and I gave the answers I had.

When the nurse asked for more information he got mad because I hadn’t filled out right or didn’t ask him. He didn’t say anything there in the office, but I knew that I had done something seriously wrong. On the way home it was a chilly ride. He refused to talk to me or even acknowledge my presence. When he did it was cold and demining. How could I embarrass him in front of the nurse? I should have asked ahead of time. I remember going to bed and sobbing because I didn’t know what to do.

Soon afterwards he made it clear that I was responsible to get to my appointments unless it was important I was on my own. It was truly my job to do everything correctly and not embarrass him. That was just the start of how I began my stressful position as a first time parent.

I began blogging more to help others who might be going down the roads of life. I have tweeted about my past thinking I shouldn’t stay silent anymore. You are not crazy, just misunderstood. I cringe at the words sunshine and abuse. I am in my late 30s and feel older. I tell myself to step back and take care of myself. Because I know the pain of words and withdrawal of love. My name is Sara and this is just part of my story.

What to do when your without service.


We all get that dreaded message No Service/server is down. I sadly get that a lot. At first I felt like this 😱 than it got to this 😮. I finally got like this 👀 searching and hoping things would return.

So during the first weeks I decided to stop my Bible Studies on @YourVersion. It got irritating when it would not update or go to the next day. Than I stopped other apps because I knew the same thing would happen. I stuck to my basics that could have offline abilities like Gmail.

While this was happening I decided less pictures/images and more words. When I did have a draft box like on Twitter it gave me a chance to type away and post when I could. I figured at least people could see what I am doing even if it wasn’t on the exact day. Soon I was using Twitter to share my photos when I couldn’t do it on Instagram. I just made things work in my favor.

So that had been my daily life the last few months. Funny thing was in the big city it worked fine than it went back on the outskirts. So when I could update my app I would load up my phone and hope for the best. Than I get the this software doesn’t take this app. I get happy when I can load one than can take.

This is my way of making drinks out of lemons.

Have you ever had this problem? How did you cope? Share it in a comment or tweet me @SaraMahlet with your answers. So we all can bond deal with it together.