new home

oh boy! what a strange, festive few weeks it has been. moved into J+J's basement. nobody else around town would rent to us. that and every place else is way too expensive. i hat this place. fairborn is a bad place. this is where things die before they ever got the chance to live. at least tonight isnt all bad, Elf is on.

what about you or me??

i find it hard some days to let my mind run loose.
Americans aren't as good of hearing as most would like.
let all hell break loose then. im giving you my white flag.
after the last two weeks of shootings, that bastard in office cant stand fast enough.
yet he sits there bickering about taxes week after week.
he ignores the troops hes sending to war. do we really need positioning in Turkey?
is Syria that large a threat, or are we now afraid of Turkey??
Washington can KISS my pain ridden toes and call me queen, for all i care.
they dont care about us, normals.
yes that's right, i called us normals.
compared to Washington, what do you consider yourselves??
they make your hard earned money, they spend it like there's no tomorrow.
they waste you and your time.
good luck next years, with that cheap shot you, America, once again elected.
im running home (hopefully soon)

So much brain congestion

OMG my brain is doing some funny things. thought to myself the other day how different life could be if id just follow my feelings instead of arguing between my brain and my heart. yet some things aren't ever worth fixing. Josephine stopped by the other week. dont believe anymore it was just to say hello. i mean, would you, finding an unexpected friend request from father two days later?? NO! i dont appreciate you coming to check up and make sure just for his pleasure. if it means that much, he'd be fighting his way into my life, not sending secret sisters. and MILLIE. OMG. another blow to the heart. Emily, Millie. maybe its just me but i cant find the difference. I cant find the line that makes it okay that my name, so many years later is so close to hers. the child he left. the child he didn't want to keep. the child he was willing to forget all about. 21 years of service to the Marine Corps, followed by years of work, school and crap that kept him away from his kids. did he ever go searching? no, i dont believe so. i think after all that happened he would have said something to save us from the humiliation and disgust from his past. again, him not caring for his kids. guess that lesson should be quite obvious after learning about Kimberly the first time. oh dont you love family?!

Stupid Hospital

See! Bad experience today. Went and had blood drawn at noon, like I was told. Found the trauma clinic at one. Walked out at Two forty five without having seen the doctor. Apparently there was a Lab issue. I dont get it. How the hell does it take two and a half hours to run one simple blood test. Was the E.r or O.R. that busy at Lunch Time?! Stupid Hospital!!! Well, the lady from the clinic called this evening. There is still a low platelet count issue, somewhere around 113. IDK! Have to wait for her to schedule appointment with free clinic now. I am so tired of going there though. I swear, if I knew without a doubt I could avoid hospitals the rest of my life, Id be very happy! :)

The Worst Part

I hate hospitals. They are only there to kill people. Maybe not really 'kill people', but most days it seems they are only there to deliver bad news. Every time, I get bad news. I cant remember every getting good news going to the doctor. Emily, we have to cut your foot open. Emily, we need to remove your gallbladder. Emily, you might have to have your appendix removed. Thank God that didnt come to. Oh, or Emily, we have to remove your wisdom teeth so you jaw can finish growing. (I know oral surgery aint that big a deal, but hey, I lost FOUR teeth.)
The absolute worst part of those +-36 hours, No Definitive Answer. I hate hospitals. I can understand the role of Doctor, and their necessity in helping people. But HOSPITALS! You go in in absolute pain and two days later, they cant tell you what was wrong. Although. the doctor did call last night, hopefully with a step forward. Low platelet count. I dont know what that means, but it sound closer to diagnosis than more questions. I do have to go in for follow up labs and talk, so that sucks. But Im almost willing to do this to make the pain go away.

That's all Ive ever wanted.

Idaho billboard compares Obama to Colorado theater shooting suspect

Idaho billboard compares Obama to Colorado theater shooting suspect

oh thats right

you could totally be my God. how weird. I was just thinking about the perfect guy. now mine doesn't exist. believe me, if that character line out was true, every woman would be able to find perfect in farm country. oh, but that boy is handsome!!! find him for me. that guy who would put his life on the line if he was caught lying to me. the guy that will love me for me in spite of everything that comes with me. hell know its okay to say no. hell so no more often than yes. he hates my cereal. i love his eggs and bacon platter. we drink silly every Friday to the band, the music that makes my heart sing. the music that makes me want to live! find him, and you're my GOD!

oh yeah, happy day

while i sit here thinking of things im not suppose to be thinking, i wonder why the hell i ever fall back on family. should have just stayed where i was. who cares how unhappy you are after looking for answers, you deal with it. id be ten times better off than i am now. and im extremely unhappy.

62,000 pennies used to pay off mortgage

62,000 pennies used to pay off mortgage

USS Iowa makes final journey to become a floating museum in San Pedra, Calif.

USS Iowa makes final journey to become a floating museum in San Pedra, Calif.

June

Kevin's birthday is in TWO WEEKS!!! coming upon us fast. im not sure hes told his mom what he wants or what to do for his birthday dinner. i wonder since Jake is out of school if they'll come down and celebrate? that would make Kevin happy. i have no clue what to do next. with no phone there is no reason what so ever to apply for jobs. they couldnt call me if they wanted to. and that sucks cause i though this would be the summer. get back on my feet, even in the smallest way possible. that would have been really cool. but now, thats on hold, just like life..... poo!

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How to Make Baked Beans with a Bacon Twist - Swagbucks TV

total yummy!!

a desperate thought

for now it will remain a mystery

Salon

Augusten Burroughs

Excerpted from "This Is How" by Augusten Burroughs. Copyright © 2012 by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press, LLC.

Many people continue to feel influenced and even controlled by the things that happened to them a long time ago. Sometimes, people harbor dark, traumatic memories from childhood. Or fragments of memories — incomplete scenes, uncomfortable feelings, perhaps even a sense of certainty that something specific and terrible happened to them, but little more than this.

Others experienced something traumatic in adulthood that continues to affect them day to day many years later. Maybe an assault has left a person afraid to leave their home or enter a particular neighborhood.

For a certain kind of person this will be the end of the story. What ever experience they endured essentially continues to this day, ever present in the background, shaping the choices made on a daily basis, affecting the quality and range of their life. This kind of person might be angry all the time or feel guilty or afraid. They just accept these states as a part of themselves.

Then there are people who are keenly aware of their experiences, who are psychologically ambitious; they wish to “get over” these historical traumas and might see a therapist to help them.

The therapeutic process takes time, commitment, and funding. Then, insight leads to understanding, which leads to choice. At last, they are free to move on.

It’s such a clean, well-defined structure for the process of healing. Almost like a paint-by-numbers portrait where all those black outlines are confusing at first, but in time, as you apply the correct colors in the right areas, the tangle of lines resolves into a perfectly clear image.

Unfortunately, our brains tend to color outside the line. First, there is the matter of understanding our past and the events that transpired.

Understanding what happened in the past is rarely truly possible. Because true understanding must incorporate context. Not merely what we experienced, but why. And the why requires knowing the motivations of the other people involved. Without the perspective of this context, our understanding will always be biased; it will be from a single perspective: Ours. And therefore, not necessarily accurate or true.

If you are on a highway and you drive past a car accident so severe that the hood of the car has been crushed up against the windshield, you may very well assume the occupants are dead. And perhaps this will haunt you because as you passed by the car, you glimpsed a little girl’s doll on the shelf behind the backseat. One look at that accident was all anybody would need to know what “unsurvivable” looked like. And you have never been able to forget that doll or the little girl who must have loved it and who died in such a terrible crumple of steel and glass. Let’s imagine that you are haunted by dreams where you come upon the accident and you see the doll and you do nothing.

Let’s say that what was unknown to you was that the car was a high-end Mercedes that featured crumple zones designed to absorb the impact of a crash while protecting the occupants within a safety cage. And let’s say that the two occupants inside the car were sitting there as you drove by and the man in the driver’s seat was on his cell phone.

“No, I mean totally like, trashed, totaled. We’re waiting; they’re supposed to send a tow truck. She’s good except she has to pee so she’s—”

“Oh my God, did you just tell Jason that I have to pee? Now he’s going to imagine me peeing. Don’t forget to tell him we found the doll at a tag sale but we need to buy wrapping paper. At least we think it’s the doll.”

“You hear that? Yeah, don’t think about her peeing. And we’re pretty sure it’s the right doll; we had to spend like three hours on Craigslist to find one.”

Imagine that after the tow truck arrives and our couple has been safely installed into a rental vehicle, they don’t really ever think about that crash again except both are pleased with the new car’s color. Neither liked the wrecked Mercedes’ particular shade of red.

In this example, you can see how your entire perception of what happened — and you were a witness — is completely distorted by your point of view.

So, if you were to enter therapy over being disturbed by this wreck, you could spend years discussing why the sight of the doll was so upsetting, and how impotent you felt being unable to stop and help but even if you could stop, what could you have done?

Possibly, the therapist would have you write letters to the dead little girl.

What this really accomplishes is the creation of a sort of personal myth. A series of well-remembered events with finely honed details. As accurate as they may be, they are accurate from only one perspective.

For many years, I believed that one’s past had to be fully understood in order to move through and beyond it. I see now that I was wrong about this. I know now that scrutinizing one’s past and trying to gain understanding and “make peace” with it is a kind of addiction that keeps one focused on the past and not on the present.

As with any addiction, the first step to overcoming it is to see it.

And once you see it, you have to stop it.

- – - – - – - – - – - – - -

Once the current moment moves into the past, it is entirely gone. It ceases to exist except in documents, photographs, and an impression left in a sofa cushion. The past — and all the moments it contained — are no longer sharing this world with us.

They are no more real than Cinderella.

To spend time — year after year — in therapy or on your own thinking about your past and forming conclusions and stitching the elements into a narrative that you can name, “the truth,” in order to be “free” of it, is not how you become free from your past.

The past does not need to be reconsidered in the present and given a structure. The events of the past cannot be understood when you are the only element of the past actively engaged in reliving it.

When somebody says, “Therapy has been really helpful to me in terms of resolving some of my issues from the past,” what does this actually, in practical terms, mean?

Or somebody is “haunted” or controlled by their past. How is this possible?

When I first moved to New York, I became friends with a guy who seemed to be exactly the guy I wanted to be. He was very outgoing and had lots of friends and they probably all felt as I did: Like his best and closest friend.

After we’d been friends for almost a year, one night we were out drinking and he told me he had a confession to make, something he wanted me to know about himself.

I nodded and tried to look very sincere and open, while inside my mind it was the Kentucky Derby, with most of the money being placed on female-to-male transsexual. That wasn’t it.

He proceeded to tell me in great detail about the utterly atrocious physical abuse he’d experienced at the hands of his father and mother during his childhood. It was well beyond anything I myself had ever come close to experiencing.

After this evening, my friend spoke of his past abuse frequently. And I realized that all the time we’d been friends, all those moments prior to his revelation had probably been, in his mind, moments leading up to The Telling.

Only after The Telling could he be fully himself with me. His story of his past abuse was a large part of his identity. It was a protected secret that was kept out of view for acquaintances and coworkers. Only after a measure of trust and intimacy had been formed would there be almost a ceremony in which he detailed his abuse. Rather like unwrapping, slowly, an extravagant gift one knows is going to blow the mind of the recipient.

When we first became friends it had amazed me that he was single. I now understood that he was single because of
how guys reacted when my friend finally revealed his history. It was like encountering a new person. And my friend’s abuse was now like a third person with us wherever we went.

Who could blame him? It was a wonder he was still alive.

Today, I see it differently.

My friend is a dramatic example of somebody who is haunted by their past. But because the past is gone, how does it haunt? Of course, it does not. The past does not haunt us. We haunt the past. We allow our minds to focus in that direction. We open memories and examine them. We re-experience emotions we felt during the painful events we experienced because we are recalling them in as much detail as we can.

We enter therapy and discuss our past. We formulate opinions about what happened. We create a rich, detailed world. In therapy or on our own, we focus our attention on something that no longer exists in order to understand or have perspective or acknowledge or own what has happened. And only after we decide this understanding or recognition has taken place do we stop worrying that particular tooth with our tongue.

For years, I believed this was how to live.

I was wrong. It’s how to stagnate.

I know now how to get over the past. It has worked for me in a deeper, more enduring way than any therapy I have ever had.

Writing six autobiographical books is what freed me from my past.

If the books had been cookbooks I expect I would feel just exactly as free. That I wrote six books about my past is the red herring; nothing I have written has in any way altered the past or healed me clean, so no scar remains.

Perhaps the process of writing — being fully in the moment, while I write letter by letter — has soothed me because it’s kept me busy. When you’re busy, you lack the time to fondle your emotional baggage. And if that sounds too reductive, remember we crawled from the swamp. Simple isn’t such a terrible thing to be in this respect.

For the same reason, being out of a job and just hanging around is depressing in a thousand different ways. All you have is time. Sooner or later, you end up wandering around bad neighborhoods inside your head. Neighborhoods like, “They never should have fired me, those assholes.” Which may be true or it may be untrue but it’s irrelevant to everything. It is through work that challenged me and required continuous freshness that I began to occupy not the past but this, right now. My advertising career had not been challenging. Being busy is not the same as being focused. Being focused means being here.

And this, here, this line, that comma.

That’s what freed me from the past. The present kidnapped me. I climbed into its car when it held up its hand and showed me the candy. I hopped right in.

When something from my past upsets me here in my present, it’s because I let my mind think back to the past and grab hold of something.

This is how the past haunts us. We think about it.

Therapy could be of tremendous benefit to “getting over” one’s past if the therapy is focused on specific ways to stop submitting to the temptation to obsess.

Many people with difficult histories carry these histories with them, burnishing the past with each retelling. Sometimes, a particular trauma may be the largest thing we have ever experienced. So we kind of move into it, make it our home. Because there’s nothing in our lives on the scale of that loss or that trauma.

So, you need a larger life. Something that can successfully compete with your past.

To live with your mind in the past — in the name of healing or understanding or overcoming — is to live in a fantasy world where nothing new or original is created. To “understand” one’s past is to handle clay that no longer exists and shape it into a bowl nobody can ever see or touch.

Denial of the painful events in one’s past is the same as obsessing over one’s past. To actively refuse to discuss or think about, if need be, what happened is to imbue it with power. Recycling the past into a new business, a not-for-profit to help others, a workshop, a painting, a book, a song — these are ways to explore the past in the context of the present. These are things people who are actively alive do.

You must never allow something that happened to you to become a morbidly treasured heirloom that you carry around, show people occasionally, put back in its black velvet pouch, and then tuck back into your jacket where you can keep it close to your heart.

Then, when asked to join the pole vaulting club, pull the coach aside and whisper, “I can’t. See” — and remove your gem from your pocket — “this is my terrible thing and as I expected, showing it to you has taken your breath away and made you sympathetic. So I will be excused, I assume?”

Other people will allow you — they will never blame you or challenge you — to use your past as an excuse to not face the normal fears everybody has when facing their future. Even if you were brutally physically assaulted, you must not withdraw because you are afraid it will happen again. This is not a valid exit.

Your fears that it might happen again are perfectly reasonable and justified: It might happen again.

Many people believe that if something really bad happens to them, they have paid their dues and nothing else really bad can happen again. But on the day you attend your mother’s funeral or declare personal bankruptcy, there is no law in the universe that prevents you from also getting a speeding ticket and your first grey hair.

When multiple bad things happen, it can feel like “life is out to get you.” It’s not. And it’s not a sign, either. What you do is, you keep going. You stop waiting for fairness.

- – - – - – - – - – - – -

You do not need to work through your past so you can heal. You need to move forward and then you’re as healed as you’re likely to be.

Unless.

Unless you experienced something so unspeakably terrible, something so out of scale in magnitude that it simply doesn’t fit into the past. It is too large to be contained by time or space. And if this is you, the thing you can do for the duration of your existence is to tell your story over and over. So that other people can hear you tell it and they can be moved, changed by it. This can help others.

Which is the single comfort for people who will always remain locked in their history, inside something that is really a different species of awful.

I met somebody whose grandfather had survived the death camps in Germany.

He told me that his grandfather was a very quiet, broken man. He rarely spoke and when he did, he told the same stories about how he survived.

I told him, “Do you listen, every time he tells you?”

He said, “No, I just kind of let him talk and do my thing; I’ve heard it all a thousand times.”

I wondered if he had ever truly heard it once. I suggested he listen, hang on every word and try to see visuals in his mind of the story his grandfather was telling him.

Some stories must be carved into the present and the future by telling and telling again and then again until the story is part of us.

From “This Is How” by Augusten Burroughs. Copyright © 2012 by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press, LLC.

Olympic torch lit by sun’s rays at birthplace of Games

Olympic torch lit by sun’s rays at birthplace of Games

if he only had a brain

i am human and i need to be loved, just like anybody else.
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wants to know who sings this.

I forgive you

Bobby,
mainly cause I forgot
but bottom line youre not Richards kid
I have no reason to be angry at you
You simply left
it was High School, who was to blame ya
Im sorry Bobby I hated you this much
Unlike them, you never did anything wrong in my eyes
You found your nook and took it (found something brighter than tomorrow)
I only wish id had the same strength
You wonderful woman

Sorry Bobby,
but Im still angry, just dont know why anymore...

your emergency scare?

Chest pains? are you really that weak?! This makes it more fun! Is it your fault I also suffer from chest pain? Just curious. LOL. Ten years, and still..... You should have died a long time ago, preferably on the table, when with your permission they sliced open your chest, broke through the chest plate and sliced your heart. You should have died then. You really think she loves you? See if there is one thing i know, you never truly loved her. (You never had that ability with your kids even. Meet Kim and Millie) Your simply afraid of being alone. Thats the lesson I learned after meeting Isabel. Thank Jen for that.Your scared. Has your suffering ended? All thanks to you and momma, mine hasn't. My pains have not gone away. Maybe even theyve gotten worse, ya know with the whole seizure incident last year. My pain is still very much real. And once again. Im dying to run. Thank you for teaching me, theres always a way out. I honestly think thats the only life lesson you were good at giving. It time for you to die you shit. Can that be my birthday present this year? Give me the birthday present Ive been dreaming of for six years? Come on, finally an opportunity to give back. Save your kids!!!!

Thanks to you and momma *

Thanks to you and momma, I always want to run.

Thanks to you and momma, I hate people everywhere (even without reason)

But then again, 

Thanks to you and momma, I dont trust anyone

Thanks to you and momma, Im afraid to let go completely

Thanks to you and momma, I dont properly appreciate the people in my life

Thanks to you and momma, somedays Im afraid to dream

Thanks to you and momma, I dont care about the innocence of life

Thanks to you and momma, Ive given up!

What is there to live for when your own parents dont care enough to love you unconditionally

Thanks to you and momma, Im nothing but a dumb fool.

All thanks to you and momma, and one fucked-up night in Mississippi.

Welcome Home!

“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.” B Marley

You and momma aint worth suffering for anymore.

Jealous

Well, that might not be the right word to use. Im just wanting more now. More than I think I cam handle. I want messy and uncontrollable. Is that crazy?? I want more normal, basically. But then I think of all that I would have to give up, and theres tears. Im not ready. I dont want to stop smoking or drinking. I like having fun our way. It makes sense for us. Yeah were in a deep shit hole but whatcha going to do?, right. hahaha. I hope one day Ill be able to say, ha! I did something to help. I made an actual contribution. Sometimes, I think hes angry with me because I dont work. But whatcha going to do? I kinda got screwed. It either sit here and be lousy or get the fuck out of Fairborn. I have no way to do that myself, so I stay. God damn it!! A million different other reasons not to take the next jump, off the very steep cliff, with no bottom for days. I mean years!! How scary is that...

Things can drive you crazy

Recently i have been having very unusual dreams, and they are starting to annoy me. I haven't dream't about an ex-boyfriend in years, and now $%^%$ wont stay out of my head. Its rather bothersome because of the context of the dreams. Twice already this month, and they are so vivid. Yeah, I miss the easier days, but who doesn't? this world sucks and its only getting worse. There are no 'real-good' people any more. With $%^%$, everything was easy and 'real-good', there was no pressure or anything. Now i wonder what could have been. What should have happened that night after work. Should i have been more nice and forthcoming? probably, but that's gone. now im dreaming of him, like hes it. Hes the guy. and after nearly three years with Kev yeah, im ready for a change, but of scenery not people. sure the people aspect would be nice to but i dont want to leave Kev behind. I want new places with Kev. Although these dreams leave something to wonder. Should i see what could be? Should i walk away and bury these dreams? Do I cross that line and potentially ruin what he already has? I dont even know what that is. Its so frustrating. I just hate that I wake up some mornings after these dreams, and want Purcey. Some days I even feel guilty waking up next to Kev, cause hes not my first thought, hes not my first anything. A change is coming and Im afraid I wont be ready. Even more frightening, Im afraid I wont want this one, this needed change. Somethings have to though, and soon. Im about to kill an SOB.

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Doctors develop life-saving drugs from coral reefs

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Ferdinand Porsche, sports car designer, dies

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kits be good

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Tiny, toothless but still ripped, a former Mr. Universe turns 100

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Japan shutting down nuclear power industry

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As sea levels rise, Kiribati eyes 6,000 acres in Fiji as new home for 103,000 islanders

As sea levels rise, Kiribati eyes 6,000 acres in Fiji as new home for 103,000 islanders

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right this instant!

everybody, put happy thoughts out now!!

leap the frog

leap year has come and gone now. theres st pattys day then easter and before you know it summers here. ofcourse if you come to ohio right now, we just missed winter and swam straight into tornado season. it sucks!!

Nickelback - If Today Was Your Last Day

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Nickelback - This Afternoon

Love Her Like She's Leaving by Brad Paisley

its valentines day

or so they told me. which if you know me, means i might appear in a bad mood all day. you see its also KH birthday. how can i celebrate a day she was born on?! that is stupid. i know this might sound stupid but i hate her, i.e. i hate this day. but for all you who love this day, congrats! celebrate like there's no tomorrow! have a blast and stay away from my front door. thank you!

omg no!!!

its like im stuck in hell some days with these annoying cats. all they do is piss me off now. im seriously considering throwing them all out this week. i need sleep and rest and relaxation and god all of it if im going to survive. i need the anger to go away, the depression to take a back seat. i need control over me, not the other way around. im just so sick and tired of being so tired and angry. is there an easier way to fix my brain!?!?

i miss my alcohol

i dont think thats a bad thing. bottom line i love to drink. its fun and amusing and very opening. my soul feels more free when drunk than ever before. i find that to be a great thing!!! i dont care who disagrees with me. in my eyes, they are wrong. hahahaha sorry i cant help it. i also want more rum right now. :)   <3

Rule of Rose- Into Pieces

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this is insane! oh, happy new year

OK seriously. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! its officially 2012. only like eleven months and 19 days till the end of the world. i think NASA has debunked that one. lol. so i was just reading an article on CNN that was discussing the new laws going into effect this year all around the country. there's one in California that will now prohibit the sale of live animals at carnivals and fairs. do you realize what that means?! bye bye goldfish..... poor goldfish with no where to go. and now you cant even win one at the fair. i think that's stupid. and now ive lost my thoughts. see ya!