The “Accident”

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I am learning that over time memories that once consumed your mind become filed in the back somewhere and are mostly forgotten. Last week a story broke here that opened up one of those files and all the information and emotions that come with it.

It was a full moon (or close to it) on August 24, 1994. Full moon rising over the ocean is beautiful. I don’t have a photo of my own but I found this online. I pretty much grew up on the coast of Maine. While I love it here in Kentucky, I miss Maine at times.

My best friend Steph and I had spent the day looking at apartments for me. I had found this one that was perfect. I paid the deposit and went back to her house. An old friend of hers, Kevin, stopped by and we began to head out to the rocks. The rocks was a spot on the rugged Maine coastline that was not beach, about 15 minutes from town. There are huge rocks to climb and explore or just sit and watch the ocean. Steph’s boyfriend Todd was with us, as was a friend Billy. I asked Kevin to swing by my boyfriends place because I wanted to let him know my plans. Joe decided he wanted to go too and since there was no room, I told Steph I was going to ride out with him and his friends and I would meet them out there. Kevin said he was going to swing by a friends house and they’d be there after that. We headed out and sat on the rocks for a bit and watched the moonrise. Steph and them never showed, we figured they just decided to do something else.  Joes friends weren’t really into it and we were in their vehicle so we headed back home. The next morning I was woken up by banging on my door. It was Steph’s sister. Crying, frantic. She had been trying to reach me. Last she knew I was with Steph.

There had been an accident. A bad one. She told me but I don’t think I heard everything she said. That moment was all kind of a blur. She was headed to the hospital that morning and wanted to know if I wanted to go. I said no and she left.  I know at some point I just left and ran all the way to Stephs house. It was a few miles away. But I ran the whole way. I rode with her family to the hospital. I remember sitting in the ICU. I remember seeing Steph. I remember her parents. I remember the doctors and nurses.

Last week a story was all over FB and the news. The moment I saw the story that day all came back.

I hadn’t thought about my friends in a long while. I’ve been thinking about them all this week.

Stephs father was a firefighter. You hear stories about first responders showing up to find the victims are their family. It’s not much different when it’s another firefighters family. That’s one thing I remember from the stories I was told. When they saw her they knew who she was. Many of them have known each other all their lives.

Prior to that night Steph hadn’t spoken to Kevin in over a year. They too had known each other their whole life as Kevin’s cousin lived next door to Steph. But one night Kevin was speeding and Steph told him to slow down, he didn’t. She finally got him to stop and let her out and she walked home, a few mile walk. He had apologized several times and that night had agreed to hang out with him.

Kevin had a souped up 1979 Mustang. He was speeding that night on his way out to the rocks and we don’t think he hit the brakes. He not only hit a tree, the car went up it and rested on it. I was told Kevin was alive when the medics arrived but died as they were trying to get him from the car. Billy was in the front passenger seat and died on impact. Steph and her boyfriend were in the backseat. Steph was thrown from the car. Her head broke the back window and she was flung head first into a tree. Her boyfriend was flung threw the broken window and landed in the road, with just a few scratches. I don’t know how my presence in the backseat would have changed that outcome and I don’t like to think about it.

The reports of the accident in the news last week claim there were witnesses that said the young woman in the back seat was screaming for help. All I could think of is how Steph was probably screaming as well. I know she begged for him to stop.

Steph was in the hospital for a long time. She had a fractured skull, broken back and memory loss. When asked she kept talking about a brick wall. They told her she hit a tree, bu she kept saying something about a wall. When I got to the hospital I was able to clarify that for them. The apartment I had rented that day had beautiful brick walls on the interior.  She couldn’t remember anything after that. Her recovery was literally a miracle.

The boyfriend said he didn’t remember much, but he did make a statement that they had drank some beer and a backpack of unopened beer cans were found at the scene. Wherever Kevin stopped that night, that’s where he picked up the beer. I don’t think they ever found out who furnished the it. Kevin was going 104 when he hit the tree and investigators said he never hit the brakes. They suspect he was racing someone but there are no witnesses and no one had come forth.

The victims of the crash last week were the same ages as my friends were. The driver of the crash in Indiana survived. From what I read he has an infant son. He will likely spend his sons entire childhood in jail. I think it’s unfair that he survived and his passengers didn’t, but he will have to live with that decision. As will his family and his passengers families. Just like Kevin’s family and Billy’s family. And of course the long term injuries and trauma Steph and Todd may suffer. All because of a split second decision to test fate.

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The Walking Dead

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This show has the best theme song ever. I love how intense it is. It invokes emotions I can’t quite describe. It’s fucking awesome.

I am not a typical TV watcher and when my husband was watching another one of his end of days shows on the laptop I didn’t pay much attention. Until one day I kind of got sucked in. I think it was season two or three. I was asking a lot of annoying questions like I usually do. My husband was like whoa, hold up. If you are into this we can start from the beginning because this is an awesome show.

Ive never binge watched a show until then. We had to watch on bootleg sites and had to wait until the next season started to catch the last one. By the time I caught up I was still a season behind. Even now with Netflix carrying it I won’t see this new season till next fall unless I pay Amazon $4 an episode. Which I won’t.

The original creators of TWD are from Kentucky. My teens read the comic books a few years ago. The original story line followed the book for the most part.

An episode or two into Netflix season 7 I quit watching. If you have seen it, it wasn’t due to events in the show, but because of my own mood and the fact I absorb the emotions of the show. About a month ago I decided to catch up. I’m almost done season 9 and ready for season 10.

 Photo Credit: Gene Page/AMC

If you are a fan of the show you understand. The characters are well written. You even end up liking the villains at times. Some of the content hits me hard. One of the characters deaths hit me way harder than I ever imagined. Because I’m a season behind I was prepared for it and figured it would be a sad part, but it was so much more intense. I feel connected to the story. I feel like that I would character was real. I hate when books or movies do that to me.

I don’t normally like end of days movies and certainly not zombies, but TWD is a place I could see myself. I’m at a point in my life I would be fine if this was how the world as we know it would end.

Realistically, I’ve been talking lessons from the show. For one, the humans are always worse than the monsters. Never let your guard down. Build good fences. While we enjoy modern conveniences we also like simply and practical old world tools. We have several “keys to the future” and are designing a homestead that can both benefit with modern technology yet sustain when its not available, whether it be for a night or a week or a year. As we are watching with the loss of a power grid in California, I’m reminded of what we need to have prepared. A few years ago Kentucky was shut down for a few weeks due to an ice storm. We need to be able to survive that again.

I hope this show keeps going. It has the ability to double its current run, if not go even longer. While I love the current characters I see the potential of the next generation and an expanded story line.

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The Grateful Dead

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I grew up with classic rock and 80’s top 40 music and a little bit of country. I preferred classic rock and while my friends were playing Madonna I was dressing like Stevie Nicks. I was the only 10 year old who knew who Mott the Hoople was. I still don’t think anyone my age knows who they are. I listened to ELO, Led Zeppelin and more. I knew most of the bands from the 70’s.

In 1987, I discovered a new to me band of a bunch of old dudes. Touch Of Grey hit the radio charts. I loved the song as did everyone else. But I wanted to hear more from them because I had no idea who they were. I asked my dad why we didn’t listen to them, he said it wasn’t his kind of music. I know right. What the hell?!

I found a few albums, but you know how hard it was hard to find used Grateful Dead albums? People don’t sell them lol. I was able to find two, American Beauty and From the Mars Hotel. Actually the Mars Hotel was a cassette. While looking I also found Janis Joplin’s Pearl album. I think I still have that. I lost a lot of my sentimental items over the years.

I was an instant Dead Head. Even through my NKOTB fan phase. When I got into high school my friends thought my music was weird. But then something weird happened. More and more people were listening to the Dead, Janis, Zeppelin… it was like they finally caught on!

Who Was Jerry Garcia? We Asked the Guy Who Photographed Him for Two Decades.

The end of my senior year I found out the Grateful Dead was coming to Boston (I lived in Southern Maine) My best friend and I made plans to go. Unfortunately she was in a tragic accident that summer and was in ICU for a while. She wasn’t going to the show and I didn’t want to go without her.

When the show came around in October the tickets were sold out and she was still in recovery. Joe suggested we at least hit the show to walk around, see the sights and listen from the parking lot. My friend wasn’t able to go, so we went without her.

We spent about two hours walking around before the show but decided to leave before the show started. I recall buying some memorabilia but I no longer own any of it unfortunately. I didn’t know that was my one and only opportunity to see The Dead live.

I had just started my first job at a grooming salon in end of June of 95. I didn’t know anyone really. But I remember walking in to work on August 9th and a co worker walked up and hugged me crying. She told me Jerry died. All of my other co workers were confused. She said she was waiting for me to come in because she had seen the dancing bears patch on my backpack and I was the only person who would understand.

One of my newspaper clippings I have been able to save

Much like Bob Dylan, I appreciated the dead differently than I did most other bands. I didn’t care what Janis was saying, I just loved her voice. But the dead told stories that were fun to hear and wrote songs that spoke to me. If you ask me what my favorite song is I won’t know. But if you push I would say Scarlet Begonias. It just is.

If you asked my second favorite, it’s Ripple. If I’m having a bad day, feeling sad or just want to chill, this is my go to song. Jerry’s voice and Roberts words are therapeutic.

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who’s to guide you
If I knew the way I would take you home

La da da da La da da da da
La da da La da La da da da
La da da da La da da da da
La da da da La da da da da

Jerry co wrote that song with Robert Hunter. The poet of the Grateful Dead. Robert Hunter passed away last week at the age of  78. I came across this article this am and prompted me to finish this post.

https://lancasteronline.com/features/unscripted-the-poetry-of-robert-hunter-s-book-of-lyrics/article_1622371a-eb81-11e9-9c5c-f74b657568c8.html 

When I named my standard poodle, I named her Sugar Magnolia, because she’s a white poodle. I have already decided to name my next standard poodle Althea. Goes along with a cat I use to have, Sugaree.

I have so many other favorite Dead songs, if you are a fan I’m sure you understand. If haven’t listened to them I suggest you do. If you don’t like one song, find another. They had such an varying style you are sure to find at least one you like. Or you may end up a Dead Head like me.

The Grateful Dead in the 1970s, clockwise from top left: Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Bill Kreutzmann, Ron McKernan, Mickey Hart and Jerry Garcia. The late Mr. Garcia played his last show in Chicago, where the Fourth of July weekend shows will take place.CreditChris Walter/Getty Images

note: this blog was written to be originally published for Jerry’s memorial in August, but I never finished it until today.

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Minimalism

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I’ve always been a pretty simple person, at least I think I was. My family is the same. Even as our family grew and we kept things simple out of necessity, everyone seemed happier. I recall when we had been living in small houses for many years, and we had finally found a huge vacated Amish home to rent. It had 4 bedrooms upstairs, a huge kitchen, huge living room and two bonus rooms downstairs. Two of the bedrooms stayed vacant, my children preferred to be either on our room or in the living room. We then rented another large manufactured home with two living rooms, 4 bedrooms and still, half the place was still vacant.

When we left that last home we decided to build a tiny house. We have made a few changes to them as the family grows, but still, I consider it Tiny House Living.

We recently added a smaller cabin to the larger cabin we had been living in. We expanded the boys room so that it has 4 bunks, the girls have their area with hammock beds (their choice) and the littles have loft bedrooms. We have our small kitchen area. I say small but it comfortably fits a 10ft x4ft table.

I use to blog on our family blog about our life, as a large family and how we make it work, and what we do when it doesn’t work. I’ve kind of left that aspect of blogging because people used, rather tried to use, the content of my blog maliciously.  But I have photos of our cabin progress over the years on that blog.

The new addition serves as our bedroom, storage, office area etc. In total we have 1,000 square feet not counting the 4 lofts. This is my personal area.

One reason we went with these raw cabins is that I like to custom design everything. Both cabins I chose the layout of the windows and doors, then we built the shelving. My husband and our children do the interior building themselves. It’s a very simple and clean design that holds up well. This allows the home to run smoothly. With 11 people living in a 1,000 square foot home, its easily maintained. Everything has a place.

You can see in my photo above, I have my area quite organized. On the large shelf clothing is in 3 baskets, one for my outfits, one for my under garments and one for my pajamas etc. The 4th basket contains my miscellaneous stuff. The bottom shelf has my laundry basket and the bucket of dog food for my dog. The top shelves have my personal items kept orderly.

On the smaller shelf I keep the top shelf clear to work with daily. It’s a work space so to speak. The middle shelf is also a work space, holds the devices, and things I bring back and forth to work. The bottom shelf has my shoes and a basket of random items such as bags, bandannas etc.

In this photo you can see the loft area that we use for storage. I keep it organized everyone has two totes of whatever they need to store. We also store long term family items. The loft on the opposite side of the cabin is for short term storage. We have a ladder going up to that side. We store out excess bedding, paper products and clothing (mostly winter) etc.

Our office area is also my at home bow station for now. It gives my husband a space to do homeschool if he’s working one on one with a child, or any other project. You can also see our chart to keep the family organized. We have a shelf for towels, littles clothing and etc plus a large book shelf. We keep games, and other miscellaneous items in these baskets.

We don’t have a lot but we have what we need. We are able to keep things clean and organized. Clutter steals joy. I didn’t use to believe that but I’ve seen the difference. Minimalism doesn’t mean doing without. It means having an environment that relieves stress not causes it. It means a lifestyle in which you don’t waste time and energy on things don’t have a purpose.

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I Remember

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I wanted to share some older thoughts I had about 9/11 from years past

2013

12 years ago my eyes were opened. 12 years ago I began truly paying attention. I have learned a lot over those years. My political and religious philosophy has changed.

I encourage all of you to learn the history of what led up to 9/11.. and use various sources. Find the truth for yourself. Because the only way we can truly bring about peace, is to understand the real cause of war. Peace starts with you.

2014

I am not going to post pics of the twin towers. I don’t need little memes saying “never forget”. Trust me. I remember.

I remember sitting at home watching the morning shows prepping for my sons first birthday party.

I remember the first plane thinking “what a dumb ass”. The second caused concern. “What is going on”.. The coverage went on, stuff about more planes…Then the pentagon was hit. That’s when it set in. The reality. The knowing “This won’t end well”

I remember calling my grandfather. I don’t know why but my grandfather was the first one I called. I was never close to my grandparents but that’s who called. Maybe because they were both alive when Pearl Harbor was bombed. Maybe because he was the calmest person I knew. And I needed calm.

I remember the anger. I remember wanting revenge. I was the ‘Murica crowd. I spent the next few days making ribbons for co-workers and clients to wear.

I remember in the days following taking up talk radio again. (I had listened to Rush in years prior but had lost interest in politics)

Ironically 9/11 was Glenn Becks 2nd day on national radio. I also found a radio host named Neal Boortz. I listened to them both. I learned. I questioned.

And I continued to question. The more I learned the more angry I became. I defended the presidents actions. I thought it was the right thing to do… But I was never taught the history. I lost trust. Why would we be lied to. I remember. I remember it all.

Today I will see the memes, the new profile pics of the towers. I want to comment on them. I want to grab people and shake them by the head and say “wake up”. I want to say “read Ron Paul’s book, a foreign policy of freedom”. That was the final straw for me. He WARNED us, on the senate floor, FOR TWENTY YEARS.

I remember wondering. Why. Why weren’t we taught this history. How could I have survived 13 years of public education and have never been told the history of the Middle East. The TRUE history. I know why. And it was a big factor in my decision when two years after 9/11 we chose to homeschool.

So while I may not jump on the bandwagon, the ‘Murica hoo rah military bandwagon, I will however commend those who were on the front lines that day. Those who ran into buildings. Those who worked tirelessly selflessly to help others.

But I do not, will not support the governments response.

I remember 9/11. It’s when I began to realize the government is worse than you imagine and they aren’t here to help. You are just a pawn.

2015

My news feed is full of 9/11 posts. I have a lot to say on the topic, but I truly lack the energy to communicate it all. And most won’t read what I have to say, because it’s contrary to what many others are posting. But here it goes anyhow…

Like all of you, I remember that morning clear as day. I remember the emotions in the days and weeks after.

For me, it took me in a direction I never thought it would.

I became more politically aware. I was a “hoo-rah” republican waving flags and touting my patriotism.

It took several years for me to be in a state of mind to look past all of that. And a lot of swallowed pride to admit, I was wrong about my government.

I’m not here to say 9/11 was an inside job. I can’t say either way, what the specifics are of the events that day.

I can say this. I blame the US Government. I blame the politicians, I blame the citizens who allowed our politicians to act in such a manner. I blame the soldiers who blindly and obediently followed orders in the years leading up to this event.

My thoughts on this matter were solidified in 2011 when I read this book.

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/foreign-policy-of-freedom-ron-paul/1101968517

It’s not a political book. It’s not someone’s interpretation of events, it’s not opinion. This is a collection of 20 years of a US Senator warning the State of what would happen. This is on the record statements. For TWENTY years.

Today, it’s nice to honor those who lost their lives that day. I chose this photo specifically. We shouldn’t forget. We shouldn’t forget that these events effected lives outside of NYC.

We also shouldn’t forget, or discount what led up to that day, and how for the past 14 years we have continued to perpetuate this disaster.

Stop pretending our government is the hero. Stop pretending more wars will fix this. Stop pretending an entire religion is at fault.

Remember not just the Americans who lost their lives, but the 50,000 Afganis, 1.7 million Iraqi’s and 35,000 Pakistanis who also died because of someone else’s actions.

2018

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What The Frick is an INFJ?

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The Myers–Briggs Type Indicator is an introspective self-report questionnaire with the purpose of indicating differing psychological preferences in how people perceive the world around them and make decisions. The MBTI was created by Isabelle Briggs and her mother and was influenced by Carl Jungs theory that humans experience the world using four principal psychological functions – sensation, intuition, feeling, and thinking. Those dominate functions often relate to how we think, feel, understand things. 

Some feel these determinations are vague and self applied like astrological signs and descriptions. Whether you believe in it or not, my Aries description is very much an accurate description of me and the INJF determination I got the first time I took this test is an even more accurate, so much so my friends and family were all in agreement that it described me quite well.

 I am INFJ. Some highlights. 

*Have you ever wondered why…

…your dreams and idealism are so often misunderstood?

…you are not quite sure how to reach your full potential in the world that sometimes seems so foreign to you?

…you find it easier to talk to some people, but not others?

*The INFJ type is believed to be very rare (less than 1 percent of the population) and it has an unusual set of traits. Even though their presence can be described as very quiet, INFJ personalities usually have many strong opinions, especially when it comes to issues they consider really important in life. If an INFJ is fighting for something, this is because they believe in the idea itself, not because of some selfish reasons.

*People with the INFJ personality type tend to be very principled, driven and compassionate. They will do their best to ensure that their children are able to fight for the cause they believe in and separate the good from the bad. This does not mean that INFJ parents are likely to encourage their children to become fanatical about something – on the contrary, the INFJ will push them to think independently and take responsibility for their own decisions.

*INFJs are not really interested in friendships which mostly revolve around practical, daily matters or physical activities. They are quiet yet very determined idealists, brimming with desire to make the world a better place. Therefore, INFJ personalities are likely to seek friends who are willing to let a bit of idealism into their lives and engage in deep, meaningful discussions about things that go beyond the daily routines.

*INFJs are warm and caring partners, able to love unconditionally and show that love to their partners. They tend to be perfectionists and this can sometimes irritate their partners – however, such a tendency also shows how sincere and serious INFJs can be. INFJ relationships often reach the level of depth that most people could only dream of.

*INFJs dislike routine tasks, strictly impersonal work or analysing small details. They are also very vulnerable to conflict and criticism. These traits mean that INFJs should avoid careers that typically focus on data rather than people or are prone to pressure and conflict, e.g. finance, audit, programming, data analysis etc. On the other hands, people with this personality type are very insightful and creative – they tend to be excellent architects, musicians, artists, photographers, designers etc. Best INFJ career paths revolve around these traits.”

Take the test yourself http://www.16personalities.com 

Over the course of time I found a few INFJ Facebook pages, and my love for memes found a new interest. INFJ memes. It’s like a new language for me. I don’t have to say a word just post a meme. It’s also helped me understand myself a bit more. Not all of INFJ things are relatable, but I appreciate the ones that are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Diversity of Dreadlocks

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I started my dreadlocks in the fall  of 2014. They began with twist and rip and some back combing around 6 months and on occasion for maintenance but they are pretty much free range locs 😉

One of the most criticial comments I get on my locs is regarding cultural appropriation. “Dreadlocks are for black people”. This is mainly an American stereotype, perpetuated by television and movies.

The reality is no one culture owns dreadlocks. All hair matts. And all cultures have embraced that. And once you start looking, it’s amazing to see that not only are Dreadlocks diverse in culture. They are diverse in style.

Most everyone thinks of Bob Marley when they think of dreadlocks. The Rastafarian culture is widely known for dreadlocks and Bob Marleys celebrity status has made a huge impact on how people see dreadlocks.

If I were to ask you, “who is the first person you think of when you hear the word dreadlocks” who would you think of? Let’s play Family Feud. Bob Marley is the #1 answer, what is your next option?

My dreadlocks are wild. I like them natural. They are long enough to pull up, but because I have thick locs they can be  tricky to maneuver. And new growth is giving me some unwanted extra frizz.

So who did you come up with?

My favorites celebrity locs

Lenny Kravitz shaved his off locs a few years ago, I’ve loved his dreads since the 90s. That’s probably where I got the idea to have them.

Captian Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp) has great locs as well. They are just awesome.

Michonne (Danai Gurira) has some notable locks

People with dreadlocks are very diverse in so many ways. Hair type, race, gender, age, lifestyle..,

 

And styles of dreadlocks are a just as diverse

Dreadhawks, Partial dreads, natural dreads, colored dreads, synthetic dreads, extensions, colors, wraps, beads. Hippie locs, hipster locs, fairie locks, Celtic locs, punk rock locs, short locs, long locs, tidy locs, loopy locs, skinny locs, fat locs, dressed up locs and wild untamed ones.

Locked hair can be so fun!

 

Dreadlocks have a debatable origin. I don’t think any one culture can claim originality. We’ve seen them from all parts of the world. These are some photos of Native Americans who also wore dreadlocks.

*Edited updated and reposted from a previous blog I wrote:

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StillBirthday

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I don’t always have a good memory when recalling events, especially recalling emotions but I remember everything I felt that day. I remember every detail of that day. I remember the sounds, the smells. The pain. It’s burned in my head.

William should be two today. He would be having a blast outside with his older brothers and sister playing in the fort. He would be running to me to tell me of all the things he found. But he’s not. He’s laying in his grave not far from where I sit right now.

He was beautiful. He was perfect. And he’s gone. And it fucking hurts.

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Time and Focus

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I have so many blogs in my head that I feel the need to write but just can’t seem to get them done. Being a wife, mom and business owner I rarely have time to write, and really, unless you are a professional writer no one really does. But time isn’t the real obstacle here. Focus is.

I am really good at starting blogs. But then I get to a point of where do I go from here? How do I wrap up my thoughts? I lose my focus and add another post to my draft mode collection and move on to my next thought.

I think I’ll work on mini blogs and quit trying to create novels. You will just have to read them all.

 

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Nothing New

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I have an old FB page I no longer use but on occasion I come across screenshots of it. Today I was reminded of a post from July 5, 2013. I no longer recall the conversation, but my reply resonates here today. And it reminded me that these struggles are not new. People have been trying to bully and harass us long before the day I finally put my foot down.

“Yesterday a stalker found it fit to come harass me on my FB page. I didn’t feel she deserved an explanation of her accusations, but felt since I am a very open person, I was making an open response.

First off anyone who would actually be reading this is aware we pay child support. My husband is current on child support and our issue back in January was a missed court date we had not been aware of.

I do complain about both simple and complex rules. I disagree that I have to register my personal property with the state. Whether it be a tv, a toaster, a vehicle, or even my self or my children. I feel it is unjust, and unconstitutional to have such laws and regulations.

I will say the statist mantra of “if you don’t like it, leave”, is tiresome. Seriously. If I force myself into your home, lay down a bunch of rules that benefit me, and threaten anyone who disobeys, will you just move? An animal doesn’t become free by changing its cage.

It was also said that people like me don’t deserve to live here. I wonder what makes her so qualified to A: deserve to live here and B: decide that I don’t. If she was truly a supporter of liberty as she claims to be, she would allow me the privilege of speaking out against a tyrannical government.

Which is what I “DO” for this country. I stand up for what is wrong, even when it puts my family in a position to be verbally and even physically attacked by those who see my words and actions as a threat to their government security blanket.

I was also accused of being on government welfare. While I have received private assistance, I have not received government welfare of any kind since 2000? when I was last on WIC. We are still accepting donations of cash and/or goods. But I won’t hold a gun to anyone’s head to get it.

I have used state assistance, before I had the convictions I have now. I have done many things I would not do now. Just because I have done something in my past doesn’t mean I cannot speak out against doing them now. I use to smoke cigarettes, I smoked pot and even did LSD in my late teens early 20’s. Does that mean I cannot tell others of the dangers of engaging in such behaviors? We are to learn from our mistakes and help others do the same.

Of course the insults continued, but she was concerned about whether we are paying our child support and whether or not I (we) work. My financials status is not her concern, but since I am being upfront, we are current on our child support payments, (and will be at our end soon as the child turns 18 in 4 months) and I work 36-40 hours a week grooming dogs.

And the inevitable CPS talk. Seems that’s a wonderful tool for those what oppose the political and philosophical views of people with children. For the record, the last time CPS was at my door was 2 years ago, when we told them to get off our property without a warrant. We lived in that house for 18 months after that incident. I really wish people would get their facts before they start spewing hateful lies. My children are happy and healthy and anyone who interacts with them knows this.

Sadly, this person has some serious vanity and denial issues. I had removed her from my friends list last Nov/Dec when I did a large purge of people I no longer wished to associate with. She had a hard time accepting or even believing this, and was convinced my posts were directed at her.

I post what’s on my mind with little concern about who may be offended. Because everything I post will offend someone in some way.

It’s a shame that this post that was supposed to be about the effects of PTSD was turned into an emotional outburst of her dislike of my family instead of addressing the issues of the solders she claims to support.

I know by posting publicly I open myself for attack, but this is how we share truth and information. I am not afraid. I will continue to speak my mind about the issues I am passionate about. And I will continue to be upfront to those who try to sling mud when they don’t like the message.”

Same ole song and dance my friend….

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