I'm still searching. I'm worn to the bone, but I have to keep searching. I can't just leave my daughter out there for bugs and wild animals. I owe her that much.

It's been two weeks since Meg's was kidnapped, and today is as bad, no, worse, than the day she was kidnapped. The search party is down to myself and two other people, and on a lark we went back and searched the places we've already been. We found a finger in a clearing, it was neatly severed, there was no blood around. Small, like a child's. In my mind, I knew it was Meg's. Whoever kidnapped her is toying with us, and how I feel is...indescribable. Every time I think of it, I think of who it used to be attached to, a daughter I'll never see again.

I've been locked away in my room all day. My employers gave me an additional week to cope after this. The finger is in for DNA testing. I already know the results.

It's been more than a week since Meg's gone missing. A lot of the family and friends here are starting to loose hope, we've combed the entire town, parks in it, and a lot of the wilderness a few miles outside of town. There's no trace of her. I don't want to admit, not to anyone's face, but Meg's gone. I know she is. We're searching for a body now. At least if we find that, I can have an ounce of peace, of being able to bury my daughter, but it's not enough. I want her alive, I want to hold her in my arms and listen to her tell me all about her day, I want to see that look in her eyes when she's beyond happy.

I've been holding back this week, hoping something would turn up, but the flood gates broke tonight. I sat on my bed, sobbing for about hour, just hugging a picture of her. God, what I wouldn't give to see her smile one more time.

The crisis period is over and the police have stopped their search. I'm pretty sure I was being followed the whole 48 hours, I'm not sure, aside from the occasional glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of my eye. Annie is safe, thank god. My ex-wife let me see her earlier today, she was so frightened. Annie doesn't look like she'll ever smile again, I could barely coax a word or two out of her. I'm worried for her, worried that the experience might have traumatized her beyond help. All she told me (when she did talk) was that a man in a suit and mask dragged Meg away, and she tried to help, but all she could do was scream and cry.

Deb withdrew her from the summer program she was attending so she could keep Annie close to home. I don't blame her.  The school gave me two weeks of paid vacation to grieve and collect myself. I'm taking that time to do my own investigation, I've already roped in some family friends, we've been combing the woods outside town for any sign of her. No luck so far. Kevin down the hall (Meg's boyfriend), had absolutely nothing to do with it. At the time Meg disappeared, he was in the middle of his soccer program, his coach confirmed his presence.

Once again, I'm asking anyone local, please. If you have any information about Meg, please, tell me anything.

If any local residents, or anyone near Pine Hill I need help. My daughter is missing.

Her name is Meg, she's about 5'1, dark brown hair, hazel eyes. She is wearing a green shirt with a dancing kitten and denim capris. I didn't get the full description, but her kidnapper is a man in a suit wearing some kind of mask. If anyone has seen her, or knows anything about her, please, leave it in a comment.

Please, I need to get my daughter back.

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Megan
Happy birthday to you!

Happy 15th birthday, hun! I bet you can't wait until next year when you and your dear old dad can go out and paint the town red for your sixteenth.

I'm busy preparing everything for Meg's birthday. Deb is supposed to bring her here Thursday evening, I've already got the decorations set up and the cards from my family arranged in a little castle on the kitchen counter. I've got to get the cake tomorrow, and as long as it's ready, it should be smooth sailing from there. She's probably going to invite her friend from down the hall, I hope that gives me the chance to have a nice chat with him and make sure he's right for my little girl.

And I know you're reading this hun, you won't get the flavor of cake out of me, either!

It's been a very busy week. Budget woes at the school have sent everyone into a panic, every teacher is prepping for a pink slip, and every coach is worried about losing their team. The head janitor assured me there would be nothing to worry about, but I can't help it. I just lost one job, I don't want to lose this one as well. I had a hard enough time getting in in the first place, working the ticket booth at the AMC in town and at a tiny little office business (Which is now out of business, sweet revenge) aren't really janitorial experience. I think they were giving me a hard time to see if I would stick, god knows that lots of people want an easy job but aren't willing to commit.

Meg's birthday is coming up soon.. I've already got her present stashed safely away someplace safe. I know she reads my blog, and it's not going to be that easy. I love you, hun, but you haven't out foxed your dear pop just yet!

I certainly had an interesting weekend. Annie was bouncing around the car Friday night, she couldn't wait to see her friend. And Meg just sat in the front seat, smug look on her face. I know what that means, but I also know I can't do anything about it, yet.

I swear though, Annie is shooting up like a weed. She must've grown an inch since last week, the last I measured her, she was about 4'3, now she's 4'4! Ah, she's going to grow up tall, just like her dad. It makes me proud and makes me write sentimental things on my blog.

Meg's growing up too. In other ways, at least. My suspicions were confirmed, when I went to pick Annie from her friend's on Sunday, I saw the older brother place an awkward kiss on Meg's cheek. I did exactly what any father would do, gave him the "I'm watching you" hand gesture. That should scare him, and if continues, well, we'll see what kind of boy he is, that'll determine what kind of shot I should load into my shotgun.

I was busy this weekend. Because I'm out on a job, I've had time to catch up on sleep. I'm going to need it if I job hunt, especially in this market. Thank goodness Annie made a friend here, she and Meg spent most of every day there. Annie's friend is a girl her age, and Meg tagged along because my fatherly intuition tells me she's got a crush on the older brother. Their parents usually aren't home, I don't think I'll tell Deb that, she'll freak out and forbid Annie from going back there.

Annie needs more friends, she's always been the quiet and shy type, but it got even worse when Deb and I split. I feel like I'm to blame for that. The little things I do to try and make it up to both of them.

I've got a job interview coming up, this evening in fact. I applied for a Janitors position at Clearview elementary. That's where Annie attends, hopefully I'll get to see her more often. The pay isn't half bad either, more than my last job pulled in. The hours are short too, it goes from eleven to five in the evening. Now I just need to get my suit cleaned and pressed for the

This is just great. I came to work today to find a box full of my things sitting on my desk and a notice to see my boss. He'd had "enough of my slacking" of "not putting the companies best interest first". I've said it before, but I've never pulled unpaid overtime on the weekend because of the girls, unfortunately, most of my former co-workers did, working nearly sixteen hour shifts just to keep everything in the black.

Things are going to hell in a hand basket because of this. My former boss in his gratitude falsified my work records, detailing that I had shown up for work late time after time, if I had even shown up for work at all. What's worse about this is that I've never received a pay stub for this job, everything was deposited into my account. Because I don't have the proof, and because I have a falsified work record, I can't collect even the smallest of unemployment benefits.

I'm worried that I may loose my apartment soon, my second source of income is too small to do anything other than stock up on food. If my ex wife hears about this, I won't be able to go near the girls for a long time. I need a new job, and I need one desperately. 

I've got the girls with me this weekend. Meg caught a nasty bug somehow, so I'm sort of distracted fixing her soup. Work has been getting worse for me, I know my boss is putting more and more pressure on me to make me quit instead of being fired, the cruel bastard. If I quit, I can't collect unemployment, my rent is already late and I depend on this job to help me keep my apartment. The check comes in Monday, I hope there won't be any serious reduction in pay.

Add on the cold and I've had a load of stress this week. My ex-wife didn't want me to take the girls. She had valid points, I don't exactly have medical insurance, and cold medicine just costs too much. I managed to shoo the kids away before she started to raise her voice, I hate it when the girls see us argue, it's bad enough that their parents are divorced

I know Meg is miserable without cold medication, but she's doing her best to try and cheer me up. I think I'll dig out that box of brownie mix I have stashed away for occasions like this.

My boss has really been riding my hump lately. I couldn't come in for over time this weekend because that's when I have custody over the girls. No way in hell am I going to leave them to work, I barely manage to see them as is, if I took over time, I'd only be able to see them for maybe an hour a day every weekend.

My boss knows this, and because I didn't go in for overtime, he's been strongly hinting the company may have to let someone go. I'm starting to look for a new job now, but I don't know if I can make it in time. I hope it's just a pysche tactic, I can't loose another job, not again.

Hi everyone, my name's Jack. I'm new to the blogging world,  I've never had much exposure to them outside of my eldest showing me some goofy animal pictures. And it was my eldest that finally convinced me to make one, after bribing me with fried eggs and ham, of course. I can't promise to be on here 24/7, but I'll try. Work takes up a lot of my time, so if I post schedules I'm using this as a convnient scratch pad.