Monthly Archive for June, 2006

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Strange Cravings

June 18th, 2006 Sunday 6:45AM

I've been having these strange cravings for a few weeks now. I've really been craving sweet stuff but that's not so unusual for me. It's just that the cravings are so dang on strong. Tonight I had Barney take me at midnight no less to the liquor store for beer and cookies. He said, well, with cravings like this there's one thing I can think of that this could be. I said, "dont you have to have sex with a MAN to get pregnant?" He said, Oh, I forgot. What he forgot you had to have sex with a guy to get pregnant or he forgot I dont have sex with guys? Either way it was funny. So we drove back home and I popped open my 40 and the bag of cookies. Being my mothers daughter I had less than a cup and was finished. The cookies aren't gone either but they will be gone wayyyyy before the beer is. So, right now there is a 38 oz bottle of Bud in the fridge fermenting. Is aged beer a good thing? I dont know if it's like wine or not. The truth is, I could have had an alcohol free beer and been just as satisfied. It's the taste that I like. Sheshh with the weather the way it is that might be way I wanted a beer.

Barney said that if I get any cravings to cook him a steak dinner to let him know. I told him I dont think so! I then reminded him that I made him a fruit smoothie and that if he'd gone out for it he would have paid $3 and up for it. I asked if he'd like to pay for that with cash or a charge. i dont take checks. I do take food stamps though. He sat his glass down and walked away….yeah, like I'm going to drink after him or something. I know what he does with his hands God only knows what …. never mind.

Sg flaked on me for the Jazz Festival…the little turd. Argghh. Well, see, she had the sniffles and that requires one to stay in bed all day and pack their system with a bunch of OTC's that do more harm than good. She said she wasn't use to being sick. I gasped. "Are you serious? You're always sick." She said, no i'm not. Oh yeah you are. The girl will stay in bed all day if she THINKS she MIGHT get a cold. Man! I have never seen anyone FEMALE react to sickness the way she does. This girl will pop a pill for any minor ache any anticipated ache. I mean for real she does not leave home without her pharmacy. And this business about I'm not use to being sick. Who is she kidding? She's flaked on me so many times because she's stayed home in bed with the sniffles. She said her nose was running and she needed to stay inside so it didnt develop into anything else. What???? Okay but does that mean you have to get under the covers and sleep for 10 frikin hours? You're not use to being sick. Well, actually that may be true. She's not been sick the other times, those were more hypochondriac moments so she may be right, she's not use to REALLY being sick. So, she flaked on me. That's okay though (not really) I hung out with UK and her family today and did more PC art. UK is now treating her Lupus. I'm so happy about that. Man I'm happy about that. Perhaps she feels a little more hope and a little less hopeless. It's good to know she's taking the meds and seeing the doctor. Sheshh am I happy about that. Not treating the kind of Lupus she has is nothing short of suicide. I asked her if she really wanted to die and leave her kids with HER husband. I told her I wasnt going to raise them. She laughed and said, "oh come on sis." I was like sis nothin' you need to be around to raise them!!! Anyway though I'm happy she's treating this. It broke my heart to see her go down hill like that and do nothing at all to help herself. she was ready to quit this life, after all she's been through I understand. The selfish part of me wants to keep her around a bit longer despite the emotional turmoil that causes her to loose hope.

The morning started off horribly but then I got up and threw open the curtains and that sun hit me. That was nice. I refused to be in that foul mood all day with the sun shining and the darn birds chattering. I wish they would keep it down cause sometimes they dont know when to quit. I wonder if I was a bird in another life cause sometimes I dont know when to quit either. But I'm about to quit this cause I'm bound and determined to hit the bed before 10AM. I did that last night / this morning and that's not good. so, I'm thinking that I should start to get myself ready to hit the sheets. I've locked the fur gang (Captain, Gracie and Bella) out of the office. They're at the door waiting for me to come out. Good Lord, they're like kids. If I close a door they just can't stand it. They can be doing nothing but licking themselves but if i close a door or walk out of the room they've got to follow to make sure they dont miss anything or to see what has taken my full attention away from them.

okay, rest time for me.

Joan of Arc

What Will Happen To The Children?

What Will Happen To The Children? -Friday, June 16, 2006-7:57 PM

What’s been going on in this city these past few months is nothing short of appalling. It started with a family of 7 being gunned down execution style in their own home followed by a family of five shot in their homes in the same neighborhood. Three men went on a killing spree. I believe they killed 4 people and wounded 8 others. Yesterday a body was dumped at the emergency room at a local hospital. In the same night a gun shot victim was dumped at the same hospital. All this makes that stupid Wal-Mart fake bomb scare pale in significance.

We’ve had 3 Amber Alerts in the last month with two of them ending in death. The first man who took his child was killed by the police with the two year old sitting next to him in the car. The child was unharmed but she watched her father shot multiple times as she sat next to him. She is so young and impressionable. This is something she will not easily forget. The second Amber Alert went well, the children were found unharmed and the perp went to jail. The latest Amber Alert didn’t go well at all. The man kidnapped his two sons from their grandmother’s house by knife point. Let me just say that if you want my kids you need something other than a knife for me to let you walk out of the house with them. Anyway though, he took them and stabbed them repeatedly then jumped into a lake with both of them. The four year old died at the scene but the two year old survived and is at Riley Hospital. I suppose I should add that the father stabbed himself too. He’s in the hospital. I care not!

What the hell are they going to tell the two year old about his big brother? And what will his life be like knowing he lived but his brother didn’t? Sometimes I think dying under those circumstances is more merciful than being spared. This child is two years old, an age where his personality is being sculpted but this awful turn of events could seriously destroy the man he could have been. He’s going to go through all of the guilt about being the one to survive. He’s going to be so angry growing up knowing it was his own father that stabbed him and his own father that stabbed his brother to death. He stabbed those children over and over again. Who does that? What happens for this little boy now and who will he grow up to be now? He could be in and out of Juvenile Hall repeatedly. He may become a passive man or a violent man, one of the extremes. Hopefully he turns out to be as balanced as possible, under the circumstances I mean.

One thing this little boy has going for him is the hospital that is caring for him. People come from all over the country to go to that hospital. They are helping him now but it is my hope that they don’t forget him. I doubt that they will because the children I once fostered were not forgotten by Riley Hospital for Children.

The two boys I fostered had 3rd degree burns over 60% of their bodies. They were age 4 and two but at that age it was the 4th time they had been set on fire. There were no burns on their faces at all. Their six year old sister set them on fire each time. She was horribly abused and neglected as well as the two boys. I don’t know what ever happened to her but the two boys were taken into protective custody and admitted to the hospital. They were there for so long that they became like family to the nurses. When I showed up to learn to care for the boys they scrutinized me something awful. Some of the nurses said that they didn’t think I was up to the task. I looked too young. I showed up 15 min late one day and boy did I hear about it. They loved those boys very much and they wanted them to have a good home. They wanted perfection but I didn’t have that to offer. I had a safe home and that is what those boys needed. They certainly never had one before. The last time they were burned their parents were not home. They’d left them there six months prior to this fire. The entire time I had those kids the parents were never found. One might ask why they were given back to their parents the first 3 incidents? Well, our laws were such that they gave the parents chance after chance. If you want some sort of justice for children you need to go to Kentucky cause it’s not here in Indiana. Kentucky doesn’t play when it comes to their women and children. Texas is another story. Bastards!

Anyway, while I had the boys Riley hospital continued to give care. Somehow both boys ended up not having burns on their faces but their hair was burned off. For the oldest boy Riley did something I’ve never seen before. They injected part of his scalp with some sort of solution at the site where some of the hair grew back. It swelled up really big and they stretched it over the rest of his head to give him hair. I was amazed. Heck, this is why people come from everywhere to this hospital. They even sent nurses out to the house to do physical therapy with the boys. The hospital employees sent clothing, food and toys all the time, so much so that I had to start donating some of it. I got packages from all over the states in support of these two boys. I was still getting boxes even after they were adopted by a different family. I hope they got a really good home because they so very much deserve it.

Riley didn’t forget “my” boys and I hope they take this new little boy under their wing with the same love and zeal. I have to say I loved being a mother. I miss them and think about them all the time. I'd like to know what happened to the little girl and if she was given some help or not. I'd like to know if she was blessed with a good home too. All though her past is violent (most likely due to the abuse her six year old body and mind endured and her inability to cope with it) she too deserves a good home and a chance to be someone’s beautiful daughter. I wonder what ever happened to her. I wonder how the boys feel about her.

Austin

Little Red Wagon

Oh the mockery!

I planted lavender in a little red wagon and put it right in the sunniest spot in the yard. I was so proud because I turned yard junk into something pretty. As my luck would have it we got rain for 5 days in a row followed by another 6 days of intermittent showers. My little red wagon turned into a little red boat. Note to self: drill holes in the wagon to allow run off. It was a cute idea that backfired big time. I said it once if I’ve said it a hundred time, I can’t grow anything. I guess I’ll just stick to painting flowers.

This looks better if you view it larger

(I just realized that on Explorer the pictures wont let you view them as large as they go. The largest view shows the stone texture. The E has it the pic just appears to have a bunch of dark spots. Damn them!)

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Messing Around

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now is this colour ugly or what? My goodness, you can't even see it.

Who names a colour mucus? That's what this colour is supposed to be. Let me just say that if your mucus is this colour you MIGHT need medical help. I'm just sayin'.

This appears to be baby poo brown. Again, I'm just sayin'

I like this colour. This is nice. I guess I'm just a blue girl.

I should be in bed instead of playing with colours.

Sleep, it's waiting…damn! I don't want to sleep. I want to mess around with these colours. I found them on ……hyper gurl's site gotta love that purple.

Night

Slightly Anxious

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I’m slightly on the anxious side. Today was a pretty good day even though right now I’m anxious. The nightmares have started again. I had a dream about dirty toilets…not good. And here it is 10:30pm and I’ve eaten nothing at all today. I dont know what’s wrong with me. I mean, earlier the day was pretty good. I didnt feel bad at all but then Barney came home and my anxiety level shot through the roof. I was on the phone with a friend at the time and ended up switching right there on the phone just cause Barney walked in the door. I dont know what’s wrong with me.

Instead of cutting we’ve been drawing and doing pc art non-stop. I think I sat in front of this pc for 8 hours yesterday doing picture after picture. We have a sketch book that we bring with us when we leave the house and that has gotten quite a few pages filled over the last few days. We just doodle over and over again to keep our hands busy so we dont hurt us. I dont even understand what’s going on with us right now. I dont know why we aren’t snapping back from whatever was wrong in the first place. It just doesnt make sense to me at all.

Renea

Signs from Subway

Is This A Sign?-Monday, June 12, 2006-10:48PM

Well, I’ve been dragging my butt for days, I’ve been in a pissy foul mood without knowing exactly why. It’s been a week of bullshit and boredom backed by drama from the place I use to live. Well, the other day I think I was sent a sign from God.

See?

Yes, those are napkins but look at the name on them it’s Subway. They NEVER give anyone that many napkins. You have to bribe them just to get two but the sandwich artist gave me 10, count ‘em 10 napkins. I almost fell over. I looked around to see if it was a trick but no one jumped out to say “smile, you’re on candid camera.” I used some for the sub and some to wipe up the tears of joy that Subway thought I was special enough to give me so many napkins.

This napkin happening might be a sign that things are looking up for me. Heck, I could be this guy here:

A new business was opening and one of the owner’s friends wanted to send flowers for the occasion. They arrived at the new business site and the owner read the card; it said “Rest in Peace”.

The owner was angry and called the florist to complain. After he had told the florist of the obvious mistake and how angry he was, the florist said:

“Sir, I’m really sorry for the mistake, but rather than getting angry you should imagine this: somewhere there is a funeral taking place today and they have flowers with a note saying ‘Congratulations on your new location’.”

My life isn’t so bad that I’d wish to be congratulated on my new grave. Is Subway giving me a sign, some sign meaning that unexpected things will happen OR did they give me extra napkins cause they know from past experience that one of their delicious meatballs will plop right on my white shirt and I’ll scream profanities? Signs from Subway sandwich shop? Oh, I got one for you Subway ya non-artist, lettuce freaks with your half baked bread and your skimpy cheese! I gotta sign for ya alright, just one little finger.

Okay, I must go. Sg is on her way over here and I’m not even close to being ready.

Austin

My Reply To MeMe – anxiety

Anyway, I am very glad you are feel somewhat better. I can relate to not knowing why you feel the way you do. I think sometimes, is it in the water, the air, the food, the TV, the trees are calling the shots… empty thoughts I know, but that is what makes it very weird. Hope you continue to get better.
MeMe

Well, it's clearly NOT me that's calling the shots. It might in fact be the trees. I hope not cause there are a bunch of branches laying in the yard from last nights storms. Today I feel better than yesterday. Someone asked if I was anxious before therapy day but it seems that this anxiety has been non-stop before and after therapy day. I don't think there is one certain thing that I can point to and say, this is the problem not this. Right now I'm just in survival mode which requires no real answers just coping skills and self care. I appreciate your call this morning. I was sleeping when you called. The furry ones and I were crashed in the living room and I forgot to bring the phone in there with me.

Hello Austin
I am so sorry that you are having a hard time now. Being sad and anxious is no fun at all. You know, I just thought of something that is very stupid and silly, but… here it goes.. how can a person make being sad and anxious fun??? hmmmmm right now, I have NO idea at all, but… do you have any??? Well, I did say it was stupid… sorry. I hope you feel better real soon.
MeMe

This isnt as "stupid" as you might think. I thought about it with another word. I plugged in the word productive instead of fun (like i think you might have meant.) So, with that word productive I can think of a way to make this stuff work for me instead of against me. So your comment wasn't stupid at all. One thing I can do is stay out of bed because that isn't helping me with the depression. I might want to go eat something too. Sg will be back over in a few days so I'm planning to make chicken parmesian for her and myself. Thank you for the call this morning. I'll get back to ya soon.

Austin