Thursday, October 29, 2009


Who said When it Rains it Pours?

The last few days have been fairly intense for us. So glad L took vacation days.

To begin with, my daughter-n-laws best friend, unbeknownst to anyone, as she kept it a secret, went into the hospital for surgery to have some growth on her neck removed. Turns out she has thyroid cancer and it had spread into her upper chest. They 'think' they got all the cells. Of course no one knows for sure. At first they said it was a stage two and she was given five to ten years. Now today they are not mentinoning time frames and talking more about her being young (32) and in good health otherwise and how she may, after chemo and radiation do well.  Whatever that means. Her mother, who just lost her mother in July to lung cancer basically collapsed and had to be taken from the hospital after being told she may have to bury her daughter in her life time. I am in shock at the way they were all first told personally as they said M's husband, likewise fell apart. The doctor must have come out there with guns ablazing is all I can figure out. They, just like my son and his wife, were high school sweethearts. In fact all four went to the same school and they are Godparents to my Grandson. Tough stuff. I'm hoping the doctor's are wrong and she will be okay.

Today we found out that someone crawled along side of or went under the Camaro we parked at my mother's house and sawed off the catalytic converter. In addition to that, they carved the words 'kill you' on the driver's side. I feel like leaving a sign on the door that reads: ' I may kill you first you piece of sh!t'.

Obviously that later had to be the work of someone who knew the car wasn't driven and that there was no one who would see the deed being done. All fingers point to the punk living behind her. He has had numerous scrapes with the law....very anti gay (left a condom on our doorknob once and then was dumb enough to video our reaction and show it to my son.)  Of course we had no reaction. Just opened the door, saw it, went and put a garden glove on and removed it. Eh...

Other than the above, I don't have any news. Which at this point is a blessing.
We carry on the basic of insurance on the car as no one drives it anywhere but, now it is over $500 to repair it because of the damage to the pipes as well. My hope is that it was taken to use on another car. My guess is it was a pos as the car ran jerky and most of the time stalled out. lol That is why we didn't sell it. That and the fact that it served a purpose of making it look like someone lived at my mother's house. Of course like I said, anyone who lives around in the area or passes the  house knows the car never moves. I really doubt you could get all that much for the part itself.

My mother's dog is still having seizures. Had a super bad one on Monday while I was at the cardiologist's office with her. Came back to find the poor thing laying sprawled out in her own waste and unable to move. Also crying her eyes out. I got it all cleaned up. She apparently tried to get up so much she bloodied her back feet which totally failed her. Carried her to the living room and then to the car for the trip to the vet. They are now saying she has what is equal to Parkinson's and Althemizer's in dogs. She's  a 13 years old German Shepard. She's been on steroids for months now  for what they originally diagnosed as a brain tumor. But it looks like it may have been this all along. Same kind of we've had to add pain meds and some kind of anti parkinson medicine.  Poor Mother would be lost without that dog. Not sure how that is going to play out in the end. Will most likely take our Blue Dobie down to live there if something happens as she will be a great watch dog for Mom and it would help the dog out as she is 8 years old and has artheritis. Becoming an inside dog would be like she died and went to heaven for her. She was inside here all last winter because of her artheritis and chewing of her feet to a bloody pulp and she got use to it REAL quick. lol


Wednesday, October 21, 2009


At first I wasn't going to blog about this but, I can see that it is going to be another one of those funny little Scientology stories that should be told.

I received a standard letter a few weeks back from a woman I'll call Tweedle Dee. It read:

This is Tweedle Dee. I am a Service Consultant at the Church of Scientology of xxxxx.
I have been helping people with the technology of Scientology to find the right solution for them for the various difficulties they have in life. I thought you would be interested to know some of the things which can be handled using the technology of Scientology.

In looking at this list you might find a situation you are in yourself. If so, that's okay-It can be handled. (unfortunately non of the situations include being a) stalked by the Church of Scientology b) being bombed with phone calls from the Church of Scientology c) being sent butt loads of Scientology junk mail)

Each item on this list can be dealt with and handled. the way it gets handled is different for every person, but it starts with deciding to do something about it. None of these things get better on their own. It requires your decision to handle it and help yourself get rid of the unwanted conditions in your life. (Never mind that THEY are the only unwanted condition in my life.)

In Scientology, we have the knowledge and tools to handle these conditions. But it does start with your participation.

Call me at (XXX) XXX-XXXX or mail this form back to me as the first step.

Tweedle Dee
To which I responded with the following form letter:


Dear _______________[insert name]

I received your letter dated____________

I signed up and completed the Communication course. Someone else signed me up for the Dianetics Original Thesis Course. I came in and did not care for the course nor the structure of the environment and have no plans to return to any Scientology courses now or in the foreseeable future.

Repeated requests to be taken off all mailing lists go ignored and I have become accustomed to the daily sorting and trashing of Scientology literature of which I am certain you will not understand.

If however, an explanation is needed, I'm quite sure you have gone to a store shopping for shoes and may have tried on several pars only to find you didn't prefer them for reason or another. Perhaps you even went toa different store where eventually you found what you wanted and what best fit you. This is what I have done; found a church I prefer to Scientology. This revelation will without a doubt, have absolutely no impact on the actions of you church and is why I will continue to use this standad from letter to reply.

Peace be with you,

Personally, I think the above response is waaaaay nicer than any of them deserve but, whatever. I was stupid. I saw a personality test online and I was dumb enough to take it. I then got sold a bill of goods and took a course. My mistake. Why was it a mistake? Because I went to a place to learn about communication. Communication people. A place that when someone tells them NO about something you would think that they would GET that. But, they don't. What does that say to you about the way THEY communicate? Now here comes the stalking sic part about this that I have come to expect from the likes of them. I got the same form letter in the mail again today. Are you starting to see a pattern here folks? These people are robots. They do the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over again and that is all they know to do. So, of course I just hit print and in their envelope the standard reply goes. It is their envelope and their postage so I don't care. I just want this to be a lesson to anyone out there who is even REMOTELY curious about this group. DON'T BE!!! They really are relentless. And unless you have the fortitude and the stamina to deal, they will eat you for breakfast and eventually suck every dime you have. Their courses are expensive and if you can't pay for them then you can work for them. It is a win win for them. Money or slaves.

Their new tactic is to sponsor ads on MySpace and other networking sites where teens who question their existence and the meaning of life on a minute to minute basis can be found. A veritable smorgasbord of prey. They also use these websites to track people. It is what they do. It is all a tremendous number of them do. It's their job. Don't make it yours.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

For Jess

I am running late tonight and just read Jess‘s latest post, in which he challenged readers to use their camera phones to take photos of themselves just as they are, right in the moment. So, here I am in all my tired glory. lol

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Don't Tell Me Who To Love by Ray Boltz

MCC Tampa this Sunday 5:00 pm Free Spaghetti Dinner and concert by Ray Boltz