They can forge documents easy, you know? Photoshop or whatever they use. I don't know. I don't believe it. He's still out there somewhere. I'd know it if he was gone. Screw that guy. Someone was just messing with me. That's all it is.

I may have another lead I'm checking in with tonight -- I'll keep you guys posted.

Ok, I got to the missing usgx file website - but I still can't figure out the username/password!

I need your help. I have to know what's on this site!

Having one of those days - those "stare at the ceiling" days. I feel like it would be really easy for me to go crazy right now. Just give in and go completely bats**t insane. Maybe I never even had a brother to begin with. He's always been lost.

I've lobbied, held fundraisers, and slept outside government buildings. Everyone I could think to call I called. I have everyone's pity. But there's always more to do. The growth of people is great but I can't sort through all these theories. I don't know what to believe anymore. Everyone thinks they know. But no one knows for sure where Teddy is, do they? No one is honestly doing anything to bring him back. The attention is great - but people could care less whether he actually comes back or not.

Why isn't anything happening? Why am I in the exact same place I was 4 months ago? Why won't anybody tell me what's going on? What do I have to do to get the truth?????

I've gotta make more calls. It's part of being a crazy person. You don't ever stop.

Just wanted to thank everyone for the new outpouring of support I've been getting. I'm guessing some of what I'm doing must be working. So, whether you saw the flyers, heard about me on the news, or whatever, it's good to have more visitors here.

Here’s the form letter I got from Tagruato after months of calling. It must’ve taken them 2 minutes to write this. Now they direct me to a false answering machine whenever I call.

“Dear Ms. Hanssen,

We are deeply sad to learn about the disappearance of your loved one. Unfortunately, we have no further information at this time related to the Chuai rig collapse. If you have any other knowledge that would help us aid you in your search, please do not hesitate to contact us.

Sincerely,
Ai Watanabe

All right, John, you asked for it and I’m giving it to you. Here’s the government “representative” who was assigned to my case and has yet to answer a single straight question. Are any of you still missing family members? Maybe we can all get answers. I got his personal email because the bozo couldn’t figure out how to work his Blackberry and emailed me with it. Let’s make him listen to us!

Please feel free to bombard john.garrettie@yahoo.com with your questions. I am.

All right, people. Renewed sense of purpose. We need to band together here! I know I’m not the only one who has lost someone. We can’t keep hiding. Contact me. Contact John Garrettie. Make them listen to us! Stop reading this and do it!

Called Tagruato again. I keep getting that same machine. I almost have the message memorized by now.

Sorry – I really didn’t mean to come off as bitchy as I did in the last post. I’m just frustrated…..I miss my brother. I have had some great support from this blog (you know who you are) – so, thank you for that. I love you guys.

Special thank you to everyone who helped me with the bake sale outside Fred’s yesterday. We managed to raise over 1 million dollars, which is now going toward inbred monkey research in Somalia. We’re hoping that the monkeys, who have recently discovered psychic powers due to their repetitive, uncomfortable exposure to large-scale radioactive objects, will eventually lead us to the messiah. Actually, no one came to my bake sale – and I’m guessing that no one is reading this blog. Because no one cares. You bastards.

Still haven’t been able to track down Teddy’s old girlfriend, Jamie. As usual, no one is telling me anything. I wonder if she’s looking for him too? I heard that she was in New York.

Anyone know anything about the Chaui Station disaster? Anyone know a crew member who was on that rig? Please contact me.

Went over to help Mom in Phoenix. Seems like everything is business as usual. Thing I love about Mom is that she always kept our rooms just as we left them. I went in Teddy’s room and found a stuffed tiger he’d stolen from me in third grade. It was buried in the back of his closet. Mom took Teddy’s picture off the mantelpiece. I don’t know where it is.

Had another dream about Teddy last night. You know that last scene in that movie where the mute woman is hanging dead in the water? It was like that, except it was Teddy and he wasn’t dead or mute. He just stared at me and kept screaming, floating at the bottom of the ocean. I woke up and I was screaming too. Scared Peanut right into a corner.

Ok. I’m ready to meet other people who have lost someone. Are you guys out there? I know there are others. They can’t ignore all of us!