CRAZY IN CALIFORNIA

I've been feeling more relaxed and focused lately. Is this some by product of age? Why exactly is this? Don't know and really don't care. I haven't been sleeping any better but I wake up in the morning and I feel good and I want to accomplish things not just ignore them until they get so bad I want to cry. Check back with me in a week and I'll let you know if this is a temporary state. I'm going to take advantage of it regardless. I think I had some sort of a nervous breakdown while I was in California and I'm finally ready to share. Well my father wasn't looking to well when I first arrived I guess that is to be expected when you have part of your brain removed but I wasn't prepared for it. I was shocked and sad and the sometime pessimists that I am, I start imagining that he will never be as he once was. It was hard to see him relatively helpless. With each day that passed he improved by leaps and bounds but I did not get much rest as I was staying at his house which was an hour away and I stayed by his side as much as I could. Whenever he awoke and my brother was not there he asked where he was, but after a while it began to annoy me as he did not ask where I was when I was their. (That's a little example of me being petty at an inappropriate moment.) Well my fathers girlfriend took us to one of my fathers haunts to show us a flag that he had there for my brother and the bartender there was surprised to meet me because she only realized that my half sister and brother existed and knew details of their lives. Ordinarily I would not care but I felt my brothers hand on my back and that acknowledgement of my pain was all I needed to allow myself to hurt. So my feeling like a stepchild added to the stress of worrying about my father and then I was trying to enjoy my brothers company knowing that he was going back to Iraq in a matter of days. Well the day before he left some things happened that might have pushed me a little over the edge. I was sitting in the ICU waiting room and I got to witness a woman going through a paper bag that contained her deceased fathers belongings. She did not cry, she half smiled as she ran her finger around the rim of his black felt hat. It took a lot for me not to cry as the whole time I was imagining myself in her place. Well immediately after we went to my uncles house, We ended up being there for hours and I was very tired by this time and anxious to get back to my Dad so I was getting really bitchy. My brother and I started bickering. Well the next morning we only had about two hours sleep I caught my brother asleep at the wheel and instead of being thankful that I caught him he was embarressed and mad, he denied it. So we hugged goodbye in less than chipper spirits. Okay nervous breakdown coming very soon. Well the important part about going crazy is that you never really realize it til your totally immersed in your illness.

I noticed that the male nurse in the ICU had a voice that reminded me of my brothers. The more I listenedto it, the more he sounded like Paul. Before long he sounded exactly like my brother. I thought that this was pretty cool and a coincidence but nothing else. As the day progressed I herd my brothers voice every where coming out of all kinds of men. No they were not talking to me or looking at me or anything else. Still not thinking anything is weird. Didn't notice how I really was not tired after days of miniscule amounts of sleep. By the evening I had atributed the brothers voice thing to me thinking people sounded like my brother due to his California accent. Nothing out of the ordinary. I finally realized that I was having auditory hallucinations when men were talking but they were far away and I could not make out what they were saying. My mind started filling in the blanks with audio clips of thing s that I had heard my brother say to me. Click! That's when I finally got it and I knew what was going on so it was not that scary but still pretty freaky. I knew I just needed some rest so I decided to get as much sleep as I could. On the way out of the hospital I even the rustling of the leaves and the squeaking of doors sounded like my brother. I didn't turn on the radio during the drive home because I really didn't want to find out if my brothers voice was going to be coming out of the radio. I did turn the A/C on so the cold could keep me alert. Finally made it back to my Dad's house and as I'm turning the keys I can here my brothers voice again talking to other people. I know know one is around so I just go inside and I can still here his voice outside. So I go inside make myself an excellant margarita with tequila and amaretto. It tastes like heaven but I am too damn tired to drink it. So I get in my Dad's bed and pull the covers over my head and hope that morning will come without incident. Just as I was about to doze off I had to get up and hide my Dad's gun and ammo justy in case my brothers voice tells me anything involving a gun and I decide to listen. Well I woke up sane the next morning. Apparently when you do not sleep or eat often enough even "normal" people start to hallucinate. Although I don't know of anyone that was not a diagnosed schizophrenic ever hearing voices. More on this later.

I can't imagine selling my body for a buck

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Even if you can't write you can win money in the world's worst writing contest

2005 Results: "Runner-Up
The dragon cast his wet, rheumy eyes, heavy-lidded with misery, over his kingdom-a malodorous, rot-ridden swamp, with moss cloaking brooding, gloomy cypresses, tree trunks like decayed teeth rising from stagnant ponds, creatures with mildewed fur and scales whom the meanest roadside zoo would have rejected--and hoped the antidepressants would kick in soon.

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Lydia's past life

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Ditzy Fortune Teller. Where You Lived: Romania. How You Died: Buried alive.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

What really happened at the Pentagon? Great show if nothing else

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How embarrasing

iWon News: "A British couple who headed out to sea in a dinghy for an amorous liaison sparked a major rescue operation when their cries of passion were mistaken for someone in trouble, British police said Tuesday."

How to avoid buying your wife a new car.

How to avoid buying your wife a new car or at least delay it for a very long time. This is a hoot! My truck while it does have the essentials like door handles and wheels lacks those niceties such as airconditioning (spent almost 800 dollars getting ripped off by repair men and it still doesn't work) and power steering. Ever tried to park a big hunk of metal without power steering? It ain't pretty. My husband asks me if i would like to start driving his truck. I say sure! The reason being is because he wants to get himself a little truck so that he'll get better gas mileage. Sounds great but wait! There's a catch.... I can only drive it while he's at work because he wants and needs to drive the big truck while he's at home. I won't be able to drive the smaller one because all the kids won't fit. Which means he will now have 2 vehicles and I will have my same crappy not really dependable any more truck. Haven't fixed the power steering yet because Kelly wants MR. Aryan brotherhood to do it. A) he's not a mechanic, and B) the obvious he's a slimeball. I'm not exxagerating while seemingly a nice guy he is wanted by the law. No joke, I prefer to have minimal contact. This is funny stuff. I used to know a good mechanic but he fell in lust with me and started dropping by the house unexpected. Nice as I am and as much as I love men in general, I had to tell him to get lost. Kelly wouldn't do it, he still thought it was a good idea to let him work on our vehicles. Hey people give me a break, I haven't used the blog to bitch about Kelly in atleast a couple of weeks. That's progress.

This is funny!

Man Calls Police Over Stolen Illegal Drugs

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A Texas man was arrested on Monday after calling police to complain about the theft of his marijuana, authorities said.

San Antonio, TX -- Stephen Knight, 17, said three men had broken into his apartment, hogtied him with Christmas lights and stole some marijuana, along with a plasma screen television, police said.

Police are looking for the suspects. In the meantime, they arrested Knight after finding several marijuana plants growing under heat lamps in the apartment, four grams of harvested marijuana and a tablet of ecstasy, Officer Chad Ripley said.

Knight said the men barged into his home early on Monday morning demanding, "Where's the weed?," according to San Antonio police.

In honor of my son changing his name to Yoda, I'm posting this.

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PRESIDENT TO NAME YODA HOMELAND SECURITY CHIEF
Bush refuses to change his mind even after learning Yoda isn't real

By ALFONSO PITELLI

IN a bombshell revelation that shocked even his closest Republican supporters, President George W. Bush announced that his new director of Homeland Security would be Yoda, the famed Jedi master from the Star Wars films.

White House insiders reveal that Bush got the idea after watching the new Stars Wars DVD set he said Santa gave him for Christmas.

"Yoda may not look like much on the outside," the commander in chief told a stunned White House press corps. "But the little guy is one heck of a warrior.

"Anybody with half a brain can see he's the perfect choice."

Bush noted that he was also impressed with the fact that Yoda is pint-size.

"I'll tower over him at press conferences -- which is important since I'm the president," he added.

On the face of it, the 894-year-old Yoda, a member of an undisclosed alien species, would seem like a good replacement for outgoing Homeland Security boss Tom Ridge.

Like Ridge, Yoda doesn't have a neck.

Also, Yoda is a master of The Force and has trained some of the top Jedi knights in the Star Wars galaxy, including Obi-Wan- Kenobi, Mace Windu, Qui-Gon- Jinn, Luke Skywalker and even Darth Vader, who turned evil.

But one administration source tells Weekly World News that Cabinet members were shocked when Bush announced his decision.

Vice President Dick Cheney reportedly blurted out, "But Yoda doesn't exist!" Still, the President refused to budge.

"Bush shot back, 'So what?,' " says the source. " 'I'm the president. If I say we're winning the war in Iraq, then we're winning it. If I say Saddam and Al Qaeda are linked, then they are. If I say we'll find weapons of mass destruction there, then we will -- eventually. Trust me on that one.' "

Adds the source, "As usual, Bush refused to change his mind even after learning that Yoda isn't real."

Instead, Bush told the Cabinet he was especially impressed with Yoda's 500-year track record in "fighting evildoers, like that Garth Vader guy."

He added, "And I'm particularly interested in his ability to sense fluctuations in The Force caused by evil acts. I see that ability to be an asset in predicting when and where our most vile enemies, like Osama Bin Laden, Abu al-Zarqawi and Michael Moore, will strike."

Even top political advisor Karl Rove tried to dissuade the President, pointing out that Yoda dies in Star Wars: Episode VI -- Return of the Jedi. But the President just clamped his hands over his ears and screamed, "Don't tell me what happens! I haven't seen that one yet."

White House chief of staff Andrew Card also noted that as an alien, Yoda may face trouble being confirmed by Congress.

"Well, I'm willing to cash in some of my political capital on this one," Bush said. "But first we'll have to get our friends at INS to give him a quickie green card."

Bush says one of the first things he expects the new director of Homeland Security to do is revamp the national terror attack warning system, which is now color-coded.

"He hates orange and red," says the source. "He says they clash with his eyes."

Published on: 06/28/2005

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Letter to my brother in Iraq(email)

Hi Paul,
Did I ever mention to you that you are my favorite brother, well yeah you are my only brother but even if I had a few more you would still be my favorite. I enjoyed seeing you again even if it was under such rotten ciecumstances. Dad has been moved to rehabilitation now. He is walking with a walker and is learning to balance. They took the staples out of his head. He will be in the hospital for at least a few more weeks if everything goes well. I have been calling him every day. Really this is probably the most that Dad and I have ever talked. Good news my camera is still under waranty, I'm not going to mention the fact that I dropped it in the toilet. Here is a funny story for you. I took the whole brood to Krispie Kream doughnuts a few days ago. I don't know if they have those in Kansas but they are pretty yummy. Any way they have this large window there that you can look threw and see the doughnuts being made, fried, iced, etc. The kids love to watch the doughnuts, it is mesmerizing. They never want to leave. I gave them the 10 minute warning then the five then I said it's time to go. The kids asked if we could stay just a few more minutes because they wanted to see if this deformed doughnut would make it all the way to the frosting without getting pitched out. Well one milisecond before the frankenstein doughnut was about to get glazed it fell on the floor. Then little Kelly started crying and we all assumed it was because of the doughnut that fell on the floor. Well I tried to comfort Kelly over the loss of Frankendoughnut but he would not stop crying. It really was time to go as we had been in the shop for at least an hour. I tried to get Kelly's arm from in between the rail near the window and the wall so I could get him moving towards the car but his arm wouldn't budge and that's when I figured out that he was actually crying because his arm was stuck. After trying ubsuccessfully for several minutes to remove his little arm I cries uncle and asked Lindy tio get the store manager. I told Kelly not to worry to calm down and watch the doughnuts and that I would get him out. Well Lindy came back with an employee but not the manager. The employee took one look at Kelly and went and got the manager. Then the manager came and took a look and came back with a drill to remove the bar from the tile wall. Kelly sees the drill and hears the humming sound that it is making and starts to cry again. The screws aren't coming out. I ask for some oil but no one is listening to me and the manager has this laesuit look on his face. By this time lil Kel's arm is swollen and I'm considering calling the fire dept. Finally someone listens to me and brings a spray bottle of mineral oil that they use on the machines. A couple of squirts and he's free. His arm was a little irritated but he was relatively unscathed. The manager who's name is Don gives Kelly a t-shirt and coupons for three dozen doughnuts. He will also get his own personal tour. The tour was arranged by Lindy who suggested it to the manager. Lindy tried her best to get a free frozen mocha out of the deal but I would not let her have one. Well I hope that you enjoyed saga. I'll keep you posted. Stay safe and be careful. I love you and I am sorry I was so moody right before you left. I don't do too well with sleep deprivation. I actually started hallucinating later in the day. That was weird. I'll write about it later. I put the knife you gave me in my luggage and brought it home.
Love, ~Lydia

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I'm Back

Well I'm back in Texas. Dad is walking with a walker and able to use the restroom by himself! Hooray! Did I mention that one fourth of his cerebellum was removed. Lots of wacky horrible stuff to blog about later including but not limited to sleep deprivation my Dad's psycho girlfriend.

Rules To Live By

AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES

1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup
of boiling water down your throat and presto. The blockage will be
almost instantly removed.

2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting
someone else to hold them while you chop away.

3. Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by
simply using the sink.

4. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed
for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember
to use a timer.

5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you
from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze
button.

6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you
will be afraid to cough.

7. Have a bad toothache? Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will
forget about the toothache.

Sometimes, we just need to remember what the rules of life really are:

You only need two tools: WD-40 and Duct Tape.

If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40.

If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.

Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom.

If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You get another chance.

And finally, be really nice to your family and friends; you never know
when you might need them to empty your bedpan.

Todays winner of the "He Shoudl Be Flogged Contest

Corpus Christi Coastal Bend South Texas news, information, events calendar: "Coach allegedly paid player to hit boy

By ALLISON SCHLESINGER
Associated Press Writer

PITTSBURGH (AP) -- A T-ball coach allegedly paid one of his players $25 to hurt an 8-year-old mentally disabled teammate so he wouldn't have to put the boy in the game, police said Friday.

Mark R. Downs Jr., 27, of Dunbar, is accused of offering one of his players the money to hit the boy in the head with a baseball, police said. Witnesses told police Downs didn't want the boy to play in the game because of his disability.

Police said the boy was hit in the head and in the groin with a baseball just before a game, and didn't play, police said.

'The coach was very competitive,' state police Trooper Thomas B. Broadwater said. 'He wanted to win.'"

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Do I Hear 50? 55? 60?....

I can see the eBay ad now - "Fresh Prime Fat Free Shipping No Reserve - Quality, unused fat for use/placement at buyer's discretion." Then I'd have to use Lydia's service for my hate mail: "This fat is too lumpy, I want my money back." "This fat is squishy and floppy, I want my money back." "This fat dimpled when I used it in my lips and now I can't speak without making hairlip sounds, I want my money back." "This fat smells funny when I fry my breaded chittlings in it, I want my money back."

Those people are nuts!/ a million dollar idea

Fat transplants! I would be happy to donate the fat off of my body to help a poor non curvy transgender sister! I mean, I don't need all this fat on my body. She can stick it on her hips, lips, breasts. Whatever! She could use it to fry her food with, I wouldn't care. I have so many curves, it just isn't fair!

Ucky, Are these people nuts

iWon News: "SAN DIEGO (Reuters) - A 45-year-old transgender woman who received illegal silicone injections at a party in a private home in San Diego has died after nearly a month on life support, the county medical examiner said on Monday.

Patricio Gonzalez, who police said received silicone injections to her hips, buttocks, cheeks and lips, died on Sunday. Gonzalez and at least nine other people were injected at a so-called 'pumping party' on June 19, police said.

'Pumping parties,' where people seeking a more feminine appearance have silicone injected into their bodies, have been on the upswing in the last few years, experts say. The silicone used at the parties is often industrial-grade material like floor sealant."

Catty Women

Oh here is a good one for you. This time it has absolutely nothing to do with the stupidity of men. Women rather, who would have thought it? It seems my fathers girlfriend does not want my mother any where near my fathers house. So she will be driving us there. Well I'll rewind so you'll actually get what I'm writing. The original plan was for my Mom to pick us up from the airport and she would take us to visit my Dad, and then drop us at my Dad's house. Well his lady friend is a bit posessive and doesn't want my Mom anywhere near my Dad or his home so she got us a hotel for the first night and she will drive us to his house the next day. Which sounded great to me. Only now my Mom is going nutso and is asking me to tell her that we want my her to drive us. I told my Mom that I wouldn't do that because if my father wants his girlfriend to drive us than that's fine with me. So much stupid drama, these women are so petty. Catty women.

Things are busy here, so many projects cooking, I can hardly keep track. I need a secretary! The good news is, they are mostly paying jobs...and I made the first mortgage this month without any stress...verrrry unusual the past few months... WHEW! I try not to worry, but when I mail a check off for $1500 and there is $700 in the bank, I tend to sweat a bit. Good thing cash is a'flowing! Trick is to keep it flowing right?

Love seeing the flurry of posting...great stuff...

Thank you God!

My Father made it out of surgery just fine. Thank you God! I hope one of those hospital room evangelists is able to convert him while he is in the hospital. He is the poster child for Atheism. How can you deny the existence of God? This baffles me. Sure many people argue the finer points, but to say there is no God.

Freaky Foot Fetish Faeries

No, really . . . it's only a coincidence that I go by Faerie Queene, that it's the name of my all time favorite poem, and that I have had to do several unsuccessful stints in rehab to try to curb my obsession with shoes. Really, none of this adds up to anything. It's all just a random set of circumstances and doesn't imply that I (or my fairy minions) had anything to do with the missing shoes. Really ... truly ...

(But B - great material for a short story set in Joe's world???)

Tips For Women

Five tips for a woman....

1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.

2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.

3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.

4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.

5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.

Baby's got back!/ Foot Fetish Fairy

Well Dona, it's not really that I'm energetic. I do like being overweight and all but if my arse gets any larger it's going to have to create it's own religion. My booty has never been one of the places that the fat on my body has chosen to occupy. I was always envious of women with nice rumps. Something about turning 30 or having the fourth kid has totally changed my body/metabolism. It's like the butt fairy came and bestowed infinate blessings upon me. Soon people from foriegn lands will be making the pilgrimage to Corpus Christi to worship my Bo Bo. Speaking of fairies, what kind of foot fetish freaky fairy would come into my grossly disorganized room and steal one of each of my big ugly clunky black shoes? I'm asking you this Dona because if anyone would know it would be you. Nothing else is missing. Not like I'd really know this but the shoes were hard to miss.

Lydia is a sloth

I arrived to class about five minutes late (I forgot to factor in the kid delay factor). The class was filled and there were no step thing a ma jiggy's left. There was one lady doing it with out one but I just took one look at those thin bouncing women and said oh no. I went to the cardio room and used the stair stepper and treadmill for an hour. Wow, I had no idea that I had such well working sweat glands. I looked around at all the old people kicking my ass but I didn't let it discourage me. I am such a sloth. The hour went rather quickly, surprisingly.

Singing, Swimming, Pinching, and Being Lazy....

Happy Birthday Mishy's Sister...Happy Birthday Mishy's Sister...Happy Birthday Miss Susieeeeeeeeeeeeee..... (As your birthday gift from me, you can't hear my singing)....Happy Birthday To You!
Swimming - I'm jealous!
Pinching - I told Brandy last night I felt like I'd slipped into a black hole and come out in some alternate universe where all 4 of us had blogged on the same day.
My day on the farm started with the dog bringing me a baby rabbit, alive, and screeching at the top of its lungs. Have it in a box and will release it later in the far north pasture in hopes that the dog won't find it again and it will go on to lead a fruitful life and multiply. Other than that, at 11:00 a.m. I have accomplished nothing. I hate being so unproductive but am too lazy to do anything about it. Kudos to all you energetic people and your exercising and swimming!

Happy Birthday Susie! (Mishy's sis)

I am sending her a copy of a cd a friend made for me, it has three versions of "It's in His Kiss", and the karaoke versions (vocals stripped via Nero or some cd burning program), she told me she's been having fun, finally got the nerve to sing at karaoke and has become addicted. I obsessed on the song, LOVE singing Vonda Sheperd's version, figure we can duet with it, next time I get out there to visit.

Pool is CLEAN, been swimming a lot, after all that work!

Mental preparation

I am mentally preparing myself for my aerobics class this morning. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

Do my eyes deceive me?

Did Mishy, Dona, Brandy, and Lydia all really blog on the same day? Somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming :)

Gee, I have a teeny bit of expendable cash (I think), so I splurged and bought a new dvd player for the house, my old cheapo is broken ($36.89) and a new boombox cd player for my studio ($19.94)...Gotta love Walmart. Just think, you can almost buy a new cd player for every cd you buy, they cost the same...

Nothing special....

Lydia, glad to see the mystery has been solved and the article returned to its proper place. I happen to totally agree with the sentiment and that doesn't make me un-American, if any of the Secret Police are out there monitoring our blog.
My daughter's father lives in Southern California. Land of beaches, Disneyland, and the latest "cool" fashions. I went through the same crap when she was young. Visits to Dad's were nothing but fun, fun, fun, (including her stepmother taking her to Wal-Mart and telling her it was okay to shoplift as long as my daughter got something for her (the stepmother) too), but that's an entirely different blog. Anyway, I got tired of hearing, "I want to live with Dad" everytime my daughter didn't get her way and so one day I said, "Okay, fine. You can live with Dad. But here's the deal - you have to stay for a full year, NO MATTER WHAT! You can't come back here until you've been there a year." Of course, she felt this was no problem, because she'd never want to move back in with wicked 'ole me anyway. Needless to say, living with Dad turned out to be a lot different than visiting him. After 4 weeks the begging to come home and promising to be a perfect child started. It was extremely (and I DO mean extremely) hard to keep telling her no, and to be honest I didn't hold out for the entire 12 months. After 8 months she came home for what was supposed to be just a Christmas visit, and I ended up letting her stay. God knows I had my share of problems with her even after that, but I never heard "I want to live with Dad" again!

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Re appearing news

UK policy invited attacks - Iran
Ayatollah Emami-Kashani
Ayatollah Kashani attacked the West's war on terror
Iran has condemned the bomb attacks in London as inhumane, and offered its condolences to the victims.

But one of the country's top clerics, Ayatollah Mohammed Emami-Kashani, said they were the direct result of the UK's support for US and Israeli policies.

The ayatollah called al-Qaeda an "illegitimate child" of the West.

The Friday prayer leader said it was divine justice that a group which had nothing to do with Islam had now conspired against its backers.

The BBC's Frances Harrison in Tehran says Iran's view is that US funding for extremist Sunni Muslim groups opposing the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan in the 1980s set the stage for the emergence of the Taleban and al-Qaeda.

Stinging attack

A commentary on Iranian state radio, meanwhile, blamed the Israeli intelligence agency, Mossad, for the attacks.


This savagery is not Islam - it is coming from inside of you and it is now punching you
Ayatollah Emami-Kashani

It said Mossad was the only group capable of carrying out such operations in London and had often tried to attract attention to its opponents during G8 meetings in the past.

Ayatollah Kashani condemned the blasts, but also launched a stinging attack on Western foreign policy, punctuated with cries of "death to America, Britain and Israel".

"You talk about al-Qaeda. Have you forgotten who has bred al-Qaeda?" he asked, in remarks addressed to UK Prime Minister Tony Blair.

"It's the illegitimate child of America and Israel, but you name it Islam. This savagery is not Islam. It is coming from inside of you and it is now punching you."

'Change your ways'

He said the West had also nurtured former Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein by supplying him with weapons during the Iran-Iraq war.

"You armed Saddam with every weapon against us," he said. "But your feet are still bogged down in the Iraqi quagmires and you cannot get out."

He also attacked US George W Bush's war on terror and Middle East policies.

"Where have you reached by cracking down on terrorism? It has happened again because you do not want to use your head."

"You train terrorists and state terrorism. If you want to succeed you have to leave Palestine alone," he added.

"Acting against terrorism must be honest ... and you will not succeed unless you wise up and change your ways."

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Drowning Versus Heavy Traffic - You be the judge

faeriequeene2000: i have to laugh at these people on t.v. - in the direct path of the hurricaine - reporter,"why are you staying?" "we didn't want to deal with the traffic" uh.....is it just me or isn't a cat. 4 hurricane worse than heavy traffic?

dragonez: Depends on the view you are after during the storm

dragonez: and whther you want to experience thaat special gugrle you make as you float to the bottom and drowned

faeriequeene2000: well, that is a once in a life time experience

dragonez: Or maybe you were just waiting for the chance to surf up the side of a building and land belly first on the radio towers

The Mystery of the Dissapearing News

I know there was a news article here and I know Lydia put it up. But who is the fowl thief that made it disappear.

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Did the Butler do it? or was it Marci's sisters pet orangatang that was secretly in love with Jack who breaks out in hives at the mere viewing on controversial news?

I've been sleeping pretty decently lately. I don't feel fatigued during the day, and I'm getting a little bit accomplished here and there. I dream almost every night, I forget most of my dreams within minutes of waking. Kelly says that he never dreams and I think that this is a sad thing. I have a whole other life when I'm asleep. That might seem strange to some. Sometimes I am lucid in my dreams, where I know I am dreaming and that is always a good time for sure. I have been thinking about my father non stop. I know it does no good to worry but I can't help it. Lindy and Blaze are with their Dad for the month I have been trying to call them for the last couple of days and they have not returned my calls. I miss them more since hearing about my father. I hope that they always know that I love them and that I always want to be there for them. Sometimes I', jealous of the love that they have for their father. I don't show it. They want to live with him because they think he is more fun than I am because all they do is play at his house. I want to give them more than fun. They are children and they do not appreciate that.

I like to try and figure out what my dreams mean. Sometimes they are a bunch of crap, and sometimes I think that they mean something. After reading Brandy'd dream I though to myself that time just keeps moving forward. Probably too simple of an analysis. I had a pretty strange dream a few nights ago. I have probably forgotten many details by now but it is one like I've never had before. It doesn't seem to correlate with anything that I have watched read or seen recently or otherwise.

In the beginning of the dream I am driving a motorcycle on a freeway in California (the dream was before I found out about my Dad). I remember leaning back on the motorcycle and I knew that the bike would flip over if I did it but I did it anyway. I crashed into the concrete wall that enclosed the overpass. I thought I would be dead but I was not. My helmet was very crushed and I seemed to be scraped. I don't remember seeing any other cars. I called 911 on my cell phone and the operator said that no one would come because the freeway was closed because a man was threatening to kill himself by jumping off the overpass. I looked across the lanes and there he was surrounded by police and onlookers. I remember thinking that I wanted to talk to him. He looked at me, or maybe he was just looking at the police who were trying to dissuade him. Then he hopped over and met his demise. I remember trying to call home to my parents, and I just got thier message machine. The people that I was calling were not my actual parents though. There voices were different but in the dream I thought they were my parents. I then remember being on an escalator type thing with alot of other people that were leaving the freeway also. By alot I means crowds. At the end of the escalator ride I come to a city that I am not familiar with, seemed like a downtown area and I stopped a blonde boy with spikey hair but he just took my wallet and ran. I chased him to this building that had a club upstairs I didn't enter the building after him because at that moment I had dejavu and remembered that he had robbed me before. I yelled at him that I needed my wallet and that I would buy him a meal if he would give it back to me. He and I went to this greasy spoon and there were alot of young people there. The boy seemed like he liked me so I asked him why he stole my wallet and I can't remember if he answered me. I paid for his meal and his last meal that he had eaten there without paying. I kept trying to call home but I wasn't getting through. I had the feeling that I wasn't going to get home and I didn't like it very much. I don't remember anything else except for that I have been in the club the boy was going to go into in another dream. I wasn't suppose to be in there. It is very dark in there and there are drug dealers in there but I wanted to be there last time I went.
Pretty freaky stuff!

Dreams from last night

Well you should have sen this dream last night there was this ancient giant clock face of some sort and By giant I mean it was crushing Highrise buildings in its path HAd to get out of the building and away from it in time but since it was several miles across it was basically imposiible to get around and it just kept coming

Like the walls of the tombs when they close in on you the whole world paniced but it was just an illusion which was no help to those people who jumped to their deaths
Very strange experience in Mob Fear

Felt like a very ancient device determined to destroy the world

See how long you are going to live

Fun & Games

When someone starts out a phone conversation with I've been trying to get a hold of you since two in the morning. You know it's not going to be good. Especially when the person on the other end of the line is a relative that you never hear from. My father had a stroke two days ago. I called my sister in law to tell her and was pleasantly surprised that my brother answered the phone. I thought that he was in Iraq, they gave him two weeks leave to meet his new son. Maximus Alexander is the name of the new addition. That kind of makes Ranger and Blaze sound normal, doesn't it? The wierdest thing was as my uncle was telling me about my Dad I knew everything that he was going to say. Like he was only repeating the things that I knew already. It was a surreal moment, is that what real shock feels like? My father is as free a spirit as I've encountered and I know that losing any of his independence will kill him. I wanted to load the kids in the truck and just start driving. God I love my father. Just because he is my father and for no other reason. I talked to him on the phone last night and he seems to be doing as good as he can be. He can move his arms and legs. He says that he doesn't have th eequilibrium to walk but I think it may be a lot worse than that. He seems mentally sharp. I know very little about strokes. The soonest that I can realisticly leave is Wednesday. I'll leave the kids with Connie from Church til Kelly gets off of work and he'll care for them until my return on Saturday. My brother and I will arrive in Los Angeles at the same time. I am looking forward to seeing him. Here's another secret. I'm afraid my brother will go back to Iraq and I will never see him again. Ever so often there are about 3 or four people standing on the corner in front of Starbucks protesting the war and each time I see them I want to jump out of the truck and join them but I never do. I talked to my Aunt (my fathers only sister) and in between her sobbing she conveyed to me the following message. She asked me to forgive my father for being who he is because he was raised never to express his emotions. I don't know that I've ever held anything against him for his apathetic participation in my life. It has baffled and at times hurt me but I'm not sure I was ever angry about it. If I ever was, I can't remember it. My father is not an old man, just 58. Kelly discouraged me from leaving but did not forbid it. Although he said that he didn't see why I would. I don't exactly know what that was suppose to mean but I basically ignored it and by basically ignoring it I mean to say that and the conversation that followed was unproductive.

WHY?

I read the blog about 15 minutes after I got back from the Y. Cristal and I both wanted to join curves but the Y has free babysitting and a pool so I bought a family membership. At 9 am tomorrow I'll be meeting with a personal trainer. The name is Del, I hope Del is a boy. I'm intimidated by in shape women. I will never do a low carb diet again, I've gone back to my not so evil ways. I'm eating Vegatarian and it makes me wonder why I started eating meat in the first place. I went to put my bike in the back of the Beast (new name for my vehicle) and it didn't fit. Well it would have if I would have removed Ranger's seat but I wasn't that motivated.

Don't read this next part if you don't want to hear a rant (at least it's not about Kelly). The following will contain things that you may wish that you never read.
I've been driving the ex-con to one of our houses to paint. Oh I didn't mention that he doesn't drive (can't legally). Well yesterday he told me that he was going to take the morning off so that he could go to the movies with a friend. He then asked me what time I woke up in the morning. I told him since Lindy and Blaze were gone that I just get up whenever Ranger does. Lately he's been sleeping til nine. So Mr. Aryan (yes he has a name but I don't care to use it at the moment) brotherhood calls me at 8 am (of course I'm still in bed) and tells me that I need to take him to the house because he changed his plans. I'm annoyed, but I get the kids up and then he calls again and tells me a woman my age should not be sleeping so late. I don't know why I didn't tell him to piss off. Then on the way over there he starts complaining about how he would have asked for more money had he known how many coats of paint it was going to need to cover the walls. I didn't bring up the fact that he's been living in another one of our houses rent free for two months, Kelly is also paying all of the utilities. Then he starts complaining about what a scary driver I am. I told him I found a Dr. that would remove the aryan brotherhood tattoo for free. He said he wasn't sure he wanted it removed, cause it will scar. He claims he's not a racist He's beginning to wear on me so I ask him if he would rather ride his bicycle. He asked me what my plans were for the day and I told him that I was going to join the Y and get my bike fixed. He then proceeded to take his shirt off and show me excersizes that would round my buttocks and make me look like Britney Spears. I pretended to pay attention but the whole time I was thinking to myself. What the fuck? As I was getting in the car to leave he ran up to me and said hey look at that person across the street. Then I said, "do you know him?". He then informed me that even though the guy across the street looks like an old man that he's really an old dike (his words not mine). I told him that I didn't care and that he was talking too loud and that he was rude and wrong. I wanted to go across the street and apologize to her but I didn't because I just wanted to get away from him. He told me that he doesn't like homosexuals and I told him that this surprised me as I know he spent ten years in prison. Yes I know I shouldn't have said that. This guy has been around us long enough to let his guard down and he's starting to give me the creeps. He trys to be a nice guy but really he just isn't. I try to be tolerant and loving but I don't think that I can tolerate this guy much longer. Kelly doesn't see any of the things that I do in him. Icky

Hey Lydia

Don't join the Y, Join curves and come and exercise with me and April every morning at Alameda & Doddridge. Chepaer than the why and a great program we have been doing 3-4 days a week fort he last month and are still going. Lost 8 inches the first month and was nevre sore. Course I gained a pound and a 1/2- but hey muscle weighs mor than fat - right! Show up about 8:30AM and you will see us there.

Secrets - Lets see - Like Dona My mouth opens and my life falls out - Whoops April is here off to exercise.

Secrets I'll Probably Burn In Hell For....

1.) I'm secretly glad my daughter and grandchildren live 4 hours away and not in the same town I do.
2.) Sometimes I plan my husband's funeral in my head.
3.) Following #2 I plan what I'll do with the insurance money.
4.) As part of #3 I don't give his kids anything and tell them all to go to hell for the shitty way they treated their father while he was alive.
5.) I live in fear of turning into my mother-in-law, who at 80 is the crabbiest, most bitter and negative old woman I've ever known.

More to follow.............

Lucky Day

Hum, how much can I write in just ten minutes? Ranger loves to Dance so we've been doing Brandy's dance excersize program. We were listening to 93. point something, Ranger loves oldies. Okay, I love the oldies too. We won four tickets to Fiesta Texas. Woohoo! We're going to leave the city, twice in one month. I don't know if I can take all this excitement. We are even going to do the zoo the next day. I feel so wild! My plan for tomorrow is to take my bicycle that has been broke for two years to get fixed and to join the Y. Will it happen? I just don't know. I'll keep you all posted. I can't wait to take bike rides with Rangy Roo. Cristal has a side car for both of the kids but I don't know if I want to use one. It hasn't been ten minutes yet but I've run out of things to say.

Another Secret

I think I am a hypochondriac. That's a hard one to admit but it is so true. A hobby of mine is looking up my symptoms on the internet and trying to diagnose myself. Now how sick is that?

Lydia - Nobody Hates Me....TODAY

Lydia, Do NOT refund!!! I haven't had anything nasty to send you. This is not because I'm particularly liked or thought fondly of. It's simply because #1.) I choose to have as little to do with as few people (including family) as possible. #2.) I haven't done any eBay to speak of for a month. The second reason will change shortly, as it's start doing some eBay or go to debtor's prison. I have no doubt I will have many stupid, annoying emails for you to answer for me. The first reason will never change and may even get worse!
I've been pondering secrets to post, but since I have no stop sign between my brain and mouth and within 10 minutes of meeting me most people know my entire life's history, it's been hard to think of something NO ONE knows. I'm sure I can dig into the darkest recesses of my psyche and come up with something.

Stupid Lawsuit of the week - Youwould think people woudl be ashamed to even try this

iWon News

Hate mail

Dona, I'm going to have to refund your money if I don't start recieving hate mail soon!
Please forward your hate mail. Please forward your hate mail to HappyCustomerService@yahoo.com

Bla

Okay so I have a few secrets left that I did not post. Well some of the things that I left unsaid were fairly obvious so I guess they don't really belong in the secret category. It is fairly easy to ascertain by reading my writing that I am not always mentally balanced. When I'm driving , and my wheels are spinning on the road, I glance around at all the other people in their cars. I look at the houses and businesses that I pass and I imagine what everyone is doing and saying and thinking, and I feel like I am one of many and that makes me feel wonderful and I don't know why that is. Most of the time I am pretty happy, I just don't choose to dwell on it too much. I like to wallow in whatever is dragging me down at the moment and I don't know why that is.

Geesh, Lydia, my heart aches for you! I can soooo relate to so much that you say and it's really hard for me to respond, because I almost always feel like saying something like "RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN"...and I know how completely overwhelming that is... This forum is great for venting, but it is also public, so I am a little hesitant to 'let it all hang out'. I admire you for doing the post-secret thing...and not even anonymously!

One post secret I will say here is that I am secretly glad when the kids go back to Gary's and my life quiets down a bit. But I think some of that is due to financial stress...

Hypothetical situation, I need your input! (Please)

Hypothetical situation #1 Here's a hypothetical situation (people seem more likely to give their honest opinion if the situation is hypothetical). Let's say that your a man and you are married. You hire a contractor to do work for you in and out of your home. The contract laborer will frequently be in contact with your wife and family often when you are away. You know that this person has served time in prison (ten years) for crimes involving but not limited to threatening to kill people with a gun. You have a good feeling about this guy, so is there any reason for you to inform your wife? I mean you trust him so does she really need to know? Oh and the guy also has an Arian brotherhood tattoo on his arm and your wife is half mexican.

Secrets of the Universe (NOT)

If only my mother would have told me these things my life would be so different.
Men are only one step up from apes, women are the only thing that makes them civilized. Evidence that points directly to this would be the way men act in prison when there are no women around. Case closed.
Get married if you like but do not have more children than you could afford to care for if you were single because some day you might be.

Please feel free to add to this.

Post Secrets

I took Lindy and Blaze to Schlitterbahn for Lindy's birthday. We had a wonderful and care free time, nonstop fun. I didn't wear sunscreen at the waterpark and now my back and cleavage are pretty burnt. I can't really remember the last time I got a sunburn. Things have not been going to smoothly in my life and it was a nice break. I don't know if Kelly and I are going to make it. I secretly wish that he would leave me. There's my post secret.
I like being a little bit over weight, (I think it's sexy)
Sometimes recycling annoys me.
I throw my kid's small toys away when they are not looking.
I wear Kelly's shirts when he's not around even though I know how much he hates it.
I open Kelly's mail even though I know how much he hates it.
I don't want my daughter to be like me.
I think Kelly hates me most of the time.
I feel uncomfortable shaking the pastors hand at church.
I would rather hang out in the nursery with the kids then sit in Church with the grown ups.
Sometimes I enjoy it when Kelly throws things, I think it's amusing.
It hurts my feelings that Kelly doesn't want to read my writing.
I'm tired of doing everything alone.
I'm infatuated with a man that I met in my dreams.
My sister in law's selfishness annoys me.
I like left overs.
I enjoy being intoxicated.
I've forgotten how to flirt.
I'm suspicious when people I don't know are nice to me.
I'm compelled to divulge all my secrets.