Thursday, April 21, 2011

I got on facebook tonight, yes, again. The first post that comes up is from an old friend of mine from high school. It reads something along the line of, "Tough week? Imagine knowing you were going to be crucified tomorrow" And I felt bad.
You know I am not a religious person. I don't know how I feel about all this stuff and it drives me crazy. I grew up in church, every freaking Sunday of my life, I know all the stuff. I don't buy it. But that doesn't mean Jesus wasn't a real guy, just as Buddha or all the other guys. Were they gods? I do not think this is so. Did Jesus get killed? Probably, did he come back to life? No. I just don't think so. I do leave the room to say I may be wrong. I have not died yet so I do not know. I may go burn ins some fiery pits of hell when I die if all that crap is real. But I am 99.99% certain it is not.
But I did feel bad. IF that happened, it would suck. I would hate to know that I was going to be executed tomorrow. I am sure anyone would.
I also got a call from the family wanting to know if we were coming up for Easter. We do not celebrate Easter. Not in the way or for the reasons they do. I will let the kids hide eggs in the yard and instead of Easter dresses and what not, they get a new book or something. We not do religious things this weekend like we would be expected to partake in. We do not celebrate someone dying and supposedly coming back to life. You know the whole "zombie Jesus" thing? Well, I am sure if you are reading this, you do. Well, my middle daughter does not.

And I was talking to her tonight about what Christians believe about Easter. And just guess what she said. "Mom, that's like Jesus was a zombie or something." And went on to ask how grown up people believe in zombies but not in big-foot or aliens. I just didn't have a good answer for her.
But to whine a bit more, you have all these people breathing down your back because you don't raise your kids like they raise theirs. And I am sick of people feeling sorry for my kids and somewhat upset with me because they truly believe I, single handedly, well, you have to add the husband, but we are sending our girls to hell. Do you know how many people are probably praying for my poor kids souls right now because of their atheist parents?! Sheezzz!Give me a break. Do they teach their kids to love people unconditionally or to go around deciding who is going to hell or not.
But why did I feel bad? My children are educated on all different religions, and if they choose to take those paths, they can. The big daughter is going with the Christianity thing right now and the middle daughter is undecided but she is rather interested in Buddhism. When the Buddha show was on PBS she watched it every day. The same show, over and over. Hey, whatever. I do not want them to grow up and say I led them in the wrong direction, or down a path they didn't choose for them selves. Some people may say they are to young to decide this but I say no. My kids are smart kids and I, as their mother, know what they are capable of learning and deciding. I will not make them be Atheist or Christians or anything at all. They choose.
So get quit praying for us because you are worried about our souls. Think happy thoughts about us. Not that you have to save my family.
I guess I just felt bad because thinking about anyone knowing they were going to die tomorrow would suck. That sucks. I am sorry if Jesus had to go through this. I bet that it was terrible for his real mom and dad. The people that had sex and made him. Because we all know that scientifically that is the only way possible to procreate. And lots of you feel bad for me and mine because I believe this. I love you people and I do not feel sorry for you or worry about you if you and I do not share the same spiritual beliefs and I hope one day the feeling is mutual. We are all on our own paths and it would be pointless if they were all the same.
I guess that is it. I hope you all enjoy this weekend however you choose to.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Basketball and god and UFO's

Quite a few things are on my mind. If I can get myself to write, I try to stay focused on at least one thing. But it was an eventful weekend.

First off, I checked my yahoo email, something which I do not do enough, and never on a regular basis. There was an email from the big daughters basketball "coach"
He is not her regular coach. It is a special program we pay extra money for her to attend. It works on focus areas, one thing at a time one day at a time. One day they may just dribble, for two hours. The next they may just run drills, you know, that kind of thing. Anyway, the email is from the people who run the facility that this goes on at. It was a letter informing us parents that they have decided to open and close each practice with a prayer, and they were making sure that was ok with everyone. And of course it was. There were all the respond emails saying how that was wonderful and we could all use a bit of prayer. Yippie.
So here I sit. Not knowing what to do, but mainly pissed the you know what off! How come around every corner someone is trying to press their religious beliefs on other peoples children? Obviously, the first thing we want to do is say, NO this is NOT ok with us! But been there done that. I tried to fight for separation of church and state here in our own school system with no avail. Walked away feeling like I really stood up for mine and my child's rights, but only got labeled "the atheist mom" and more invites for my kids to go to church with other people than ever.
Just leave your god out of my kids basketball! Please!? And do people really think, that if there is this all powerful god, that he or she is sitting around waiting to answer peoples prayers about how their basketball practice is going to go, or has just gone? Hell, he or she cant even answer the prayers of the sick and dying, and you expect this god to help your kid focus on the goal better? Sheesh! Give me a break.
And, I don't know what to do?!

Second off, my whole family saw a UFO this weekend. For real. Let me clarify that I said UFO, not aliens...but an unidentified flying object. It was awesome. We were driving back to tx from southern ok after visiting Dad A. There was what looked to be the smoke that comes out of the back of a jet plane, or maybe a really long tail of a comet in the sky. The Man noticed it first, then I did. We thought it may be one of the two things I just said, but noticed it did not move. For over 50 miles. It did not disappear like clouds or smoke from airplanes do, or like a comet tail does, it just stayed there in the same position for 50 MILES! We noticed a few other people driving by us with their heads pressed to their windshields pointing at it. Finally, near the tx border, we pulled the car off the highway and stopped on the exit ramp. We all exited the vehicle, all five of us and just stared in disbelief. It was different, standing there in the open air looking up at it. It was "beyond" the other clouds in the sky. It was up there with the stars. And yes, I took 15-20 pics, and no, one one of them came out. We stood there in its "presence" for a bit, then got back into the car to head on down the road. When getting back on the highway, on the on ramp, there was another car pulled over, with a man and a woman outside looking up. So we were not alone...we are not alone.
It was pretty awesome to share that experience with my whole family.

That's all friends. Over and out.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Fat Kids

So, last night we went and watched the big daughter in a choir performance. It was good. I mean, you know how that stuff goes, and hour to long, trying to keep the middle and little one quiet, people around me farting, holding my breath, all the usual.
But I have never seen so many fat kids! I swear every other girls belly was hanging over their jeans. It was sad. When I was a kid, we had the regular 3-4 fat kids in school. That was about the norm. Now they are everywhere!
And I place all the blame on their parents.
SHAME ON YOU, PARENTS!
What do you feed your kids? What do you let them put in their bodies? Do you think they want to be fat? Do you take them out and play with them or do you let them occupy their time in front of the T.V., internet, video games, or just laying around on their cell phones? Do you keep your fridge filled with soda? Do you shove happy meals down their throats because it is easier for you? Wake up, America! We are doing this to our children! We are one of the most over weight nations in the WORLD and it is by choice.
Sorry for the rant. It just makes me sad. So many of these kids are going to get sick, diseases, have low self confidence and it is all because of the lifestyle their parents let them lead.
I know certain children may have problems with things like their thyroid and what not...but not all of them. It is laziness on the part of the parents. And it is crap. We are buying less and less swing sets and trampolines and more and more x-boxes and laptops. We are setting these kids up for a line of health problems for the rest of their lives. We are setting our kids up to die before we do.
You know, we are a very poor family when it comes to money. My middle girl likes to say we are rich in our hearts and poor in our pockets. And I like that. But you know what we spend money on? Food. About $170 bucks a week. We choose to drive two towns over to go to the health food store instead of walmart. We choose fruits and veggies over snack cakes. We choose healthy meat and eggs over crap you have no idea where it came from or what is pumped into the animal it is made from. We choose to read labels. Maybe we would save a bit of money if we shopped without having our health in mind, but we wont. Period.
So to each and every one of you parents that hands your kids a little debbie when they walk in the door from school instead of an apple, shame on you. If you are mad at me and my words, good, get mad, then calm yourself down and think about what you are doing to your kids. I am not telling you to cut your junk food out. That is just a lifestyle we have chosen that works for our family. I am not telling you to only shop at the health food store, another choice that works for us. I am just telling you to be aware of what you are giving/doing to your kids. Everything in moderation. Give your kids a fighting chance to live to be old people. Thanks for listening.

Oh, and before you call me out on it! I smoke. I know, shame on ME! SHAME SHAME SHAME! But not in my house, not in my car with the kids and only additive free cigs. I know, justifications...yes. But one day at a time, right?

Saturday, December 4, 2010

This is War/ So say thank you very much...

In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.
Ernest Hemingway



I kind of don't want to write this. I don't want to be mistaken for glorifying myself in any sort of a way. But I do want to tell you a story. About thanking a veteran not on veterans day.
When I was back home for a visit over the thanksgiving holiday, I took my girls to get glasses. After the appointment, and picking up the glasses which took FOREVER, it was finally over. We all headed out to the car, the big girls had already exited the building, and the babe and me were not far behind. The babe fell down, right by the door. As I bent to pick her up, an old man bent to help me with her. When I looked at him I noticed he was wearing a Vietnam Veteran hat.
Bang
Boom
Bam!
So many emotions flooded my brain immediately.
Oh my god. What did this man do? What did he have to do? How many did he kill? How many of his brothers did he watch die? Who welcomed him home? Who helped him once he was here? What does he do with all of these thoughts that are in his head?
So many think that Vietnam was bullshit. I don't know. It probably was.
War is bullshit.
But it is real.
We do it over and over again.
I hate war. I see no need for it, but it MUST be human nature. It just has to be. That must be why we do it over and over again. Kill each other to solve our problems.
But who takes the time to think of the boys and now days girls we send to do our killings?
Did they want to? Were their fathers military men? Did they just want a good and cheap education? Did they feel a sense of patriotism? Or was there just nothing else they could do?
When you take the human emotion out of war, it just seems a whole lot easier. If you put your self in the place of these people who are actually doing it, in the midst of it, it is scary as can be. and totally heart breaking.

I don't know what came over me. I grabbed his hand.
Looking back, I bet that was hell'a awkward. Although I am a touchy feely kind of gal, I don't make it a point to grab strangers hand in the middle of eye-mart.
With all these thoughts that were flooding my brain, I stood there holding his hand, and said "thank you".
He said something along the line of "Oh I'll always help cute baby girls when they fall"
I said, "No, I see your hat. Thank you for what you did for us."
(I don't even know what that means!!!)
And then I cried. Like a fucking baby.
In the middle of eye-mart.

And then he did too.

And I will never forget it.

I don't know that man. I don't know what he did. I will never see him again. Probably. He was old. I just know we shared a beautiful moment. I know it felt good, crying or not. I know I went home and felt like a total jack ass for grabbing a strangers hand and crying in the middle of the sand springs eye-mart. But after a while of thinking of it, I am glad it happened.

Point is, if you support the war, or you hate the war, you should support your fellow human beings. Give them love. It feels good. It felt good to him, too. He told ME thank you. He told me I had no idea what that meant to him. He cried too. And it was beautiful. So say thank you. When you see a man in a hat that says veteran, just do it. You, I, we will never know the difference it makes.
The end.

All wars are civil wars, because all men are brothers.
Francois Fenelon

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

the lunatics are on my grass

Thought I'd tell you a little story about my neighbors. My Texas neighbors. Is there a lesson to be learned here? Probably, if you try.

Neighbor number one.
I shall call her poopface.
I was oh so lonely when we first moved here. I met ol' poopface pretty quick. She has two daughters the same age as mine so we were together at the bus stop every morning. I, eager to make a friend, did, and ended up becoming the free babysitter.
I soon found out that these kids had no rules and lots of issues. Entering my house at all hours of the day and night and never knocking. Taking my kids toys out of the yard to their house ALL THE TIME. Never going home. But there was a bit more to these kids. I know they are children, but there was something sinister. I remember lots of mornings waking up to find them staring in my back bedroom door at me. Weird. It was causing stress on my family and relationship, and finally, I hit my breaking point around 7 months pregnant with the babe. I could take it no more!
One evening I was discussing with poopface how I would no longer be the free and anytime child care for her offspring. During this conversation, her two snuck in my back door to where the baby kitties were. This was not allowed. The kids were mean and I feared for the kittens life when they were around. I rallied them out of the house and the mother sent them home. I thought. I end the conversation with poopface and enter my home to find her kids. Who once again, snuck in my back door. I grabbed them up and rushed them to my front porch to give them to the mother. I am standing there trying to make a point when I heard some muffled "meow" sounds. Where is that coming from? Am I crazy? I think it is coming from their crotch! And it is! Those kids got our baby kitties and shoved them in their panties, zipped up their pants and were making their get away. I literally lost my mind. Probably was foaming at the mouth a bit. I pull down their pants, ol' poopface is just standing there. I grab the kitties and they were pretty much dead. The kids then proceeded to get one of the dead ones and make it dance around. I am in horror. The mom says lets go girls, she is a little upset now and proceeds to leave. And my giganto prego self is standing there screaming god knows what to this woman and her kids as they go, holding my dead and near dead baby kitties. And that is it.
Lesson here? I don't know. Don't put baby kitties in your panties? Maybe. Don't latch on to the first human you meet no matter how lonely you are? Maybe.
Some people can just be fucked up and I happened to befriend one of these people? Most likely

Neighbor number two.
I'll call her crazy.
You could call me crazy. Guess where I met her. The bus stop. With her two kids the same age as mine. Should known. Guess I deserved it.
You know the thing about history repeating its self? Well, I do. But I must have forgot that day. I remember the day she ask me to watch her kids. I remember telling her I had just met a woman (poopface) with two girls and how that whole thing ended up. Crazy reassured me that there was no crazy stuff going on here. She just needed a sitter.
And I was still lonely.
You know it really is the perfect situation. I stay home with my kids, so why not keep someone else's kids. Someone for mine to play with, help someone else out, sometimes make a bit of cash. Why not?
And so it began again. These little ones were a whole different kind of messed up.The young one particularly. Do not tell her no or you can bet someone is going to bite your breast till it bleeds, kick you in the shins while pulling out chunks of your hair before they end up running out of your door screaming down the street. Having learned the first lesson with he first ones, I,after a good long while, told Crazy that this was not working out. This two ended in disaster. I can't pick just one crazy story to tell you about the way things ended with crazy, so I wont. But know, it was crazy. Nasty facebook messages, stare downs, middle fingers, school involvement, threat of police involvement, and scars are just a few ways it ended.
Lesson here? Obviously.
Which one? Quit watching your neighbors kids.
If they tell you they are normal they are not.
Don't forget stuff you have already went through and learned, dummy!
Who freaking knows?!

Neighbor number three.
Mr. x
I will call him that because we called him Mr.(his name)
He was oh so good. He is an older man whose wife is sick like my papa is sick. Bad.
In a nursing home, knows no one. You know the drill.
We kind of bonded on this subject having similar situations regarding our loved ones loosing their minds. My family would take him dinner occasionally. My husband would do work for him, take him a six pack and shoot the shit.
Finally a normal neighbor! Someone we are in no way obligated to and has no kids. Say hi, sometimes wave, sometimes visit, go in your house and that's it. Perfect. And really dug the old guy. We had some pretty awesome conversations.
And then one day Mr. x left a threatening letter in the mailbox that said "Get rid of your barking dogs or else"
Which the girls got since they check the mail and all.
And he never spoke to me again, or even made eye contact for that matter.
Needless to say, we bought one of those bark collars for the little barker. I hate those things, I feel they are cruel and unusual punishment for doing what is natural to do as a dog. But it was that or wait for him to end up poisoned.
What the hell happened there?
What is my lesson?
As you may or may not know, our little dog died recently. I wanted to leave him a note that said he is dead now, wanna talk? But instead I guess we will just go on not looking at each other when we pass.

So three strikes you are out, right?
I should have learned.
Well I did. I don't talk to any neighbors EVER. If someone says hi, I will say it back, but that is it. Or so I thought.

When my husband was out of town my car broke down. I don't know anyone here. Really. No one to call other than a tow truck. So I knocked on a door.
There is a man down the street. We have always called him the cussing man. He cusses at everything, and loud. He cusses at his plants. He cusses at his car. He cusses at his garden hose. He cusses at his flag pole. He cusses a lot.
But also smiles and waves when he and his wife drive by, and we trick or treat there, have been to yard sales and such, so I felt comfortable knocking on the door to ask for a jump.
He came and helped us out. Saved the day really. And came back the next day and charged my battery. I developed a new opinion on the cussing man. Just because he is going to kill his motherfucking garden hose, doesn't mean he won't help out a lady and her kids in need.
So to now. I guess the reason I even started writing this down. Yesterday there was a fire in my neighborhood. I went outside to see the commotion. The cussing man was across the street and walked over to me. He made a bit of small talk about the fire, and so did I. He said thank you for the thank you card we left them for helping us out. I again thanked him for helping us out.
I was standing on the steps, as you can see in my photo over there. He was about six inches below me on the sidewalk right in front of me.
He says, "Well this is the perfect height"
I say "Huh?"
Really, what is he talking about. Perfect height???
He then proceeds to pretend he is sucking on my tits. You know how Jim Carey does to that lady in Me, Myself and Irene? I know you can do it right now. Just stick your lips out like a duck and do that suck face thing. WTF. For real.
I am just standing there looking at this guy, and so is another neighbor. And just when I thought the cussing man was kind of good. I now can think of a million things to say to him in that moment, but in the shock of it all, I just said "whatever" and turned my body away from him. He immediately walked back to the other side of the street and that was it.
Later when I tell my husband, who nearly is "ROTFL", I ask him if there is any way he would ever do this to a woman. He says "Hell no, but I hope when I am that age I do."
Lesson?
I don't know but that is some funny/disgusting/degrading/ass stuff there! I can't think of a more bizarre moment in my life ever. Standing there while a grown up man pretends to suck on my boob.
No wonder I am lonely in this neighborhood. I tell some people sometimes about my Texas neighbors. They tell me no one would believe this crazy story. But its true.

So there. The end. This is the sad saga of my neighbors thus far in Texas. Hope you got a laugh out of it. I got a few and a little bit more than that.

World AIDS Day

Today is World AIDS Day. I felt like I should do a small post in remembrance of those we have personally lost.

Mickey Diedra Rice Jones

Jerry Ray Jones

My oldest two share their names.

Those are my kids grandparents that they will never know. That is my in-laws I will never have. Those were my husbands parents.

Unfortunately they became sick with AIDS in the late 80's early 90's when the diagnosis was pretty much hopeless. People were scared. I was. I remember my mom taking food over to their house and me being scared to go in. I remember stories my husband has told about never telling anyone what was going on. When they did find out, they were scared of him, scared he had it too and would give it to them, from a touch, from a breath.
I wish I knew more about them. I don't want to remember them because of the way they died, but I do. I can not imagine looking at my children's face and knowing that soon, I would be leaving them.
I know that AIDS is rampant in third world countries. I know the technology and medicines we have now days could really change the statistics. I know that fear of condoms because of ancient beliefs helps AIDS to thrive. I wish I knew it would get better. I wish I knew there would be a cure. I wish I could pick up the phone and call my mother in law and talk about my husband. I wish his dad could take my kids camping. I wish...I wish....And I won't ever forget.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The West Memphis Three, from my brain

So, I want to write here more. I need to get over my own "fearing of being narcissistic" crap...lots of people blog...about things like cup cakes...so there. It is a goal of mine to soon write every day. If I can find the time, between three daughters, one husband, two dogs and farmville...lol. Today I feel like the WM3.
WM3 Pictures, Images and Photos
West Memphis Three. It sucks they have a "title". If you don't know who they are, go here:
http://www.wm3.org/.
Did ya do it? Now you know. I know that hundreds, thousands of people around the word are wrongly convicted. There are women right now in third world countries being stoned to death because their husband wanted it to happen and claimed adultery. But what can I do about it, other than care. Here in America, there are these three guys, there names are Damien, Jason, and Jesse. If you know me, and were/are friends with me, they were like us in the 90's. They listened to metal. They wore black. They smoked cigarettes, probably pot, too. They were BAD kids...just like we were. Only some horrific murders occurred in their town that didn't occur in ours. If they had, it could have been us.
Today is Jessie's birthday. Poor Jessie. He is mildly mentally retarded. The police forced him into a confession after some 15plus hours of interrogation with out a lawyer present. They nailed them. You need and answer for murders of little boys. I would, if it was my son, brutally murdered along side his young friends. We remember these boys who lost their lives in the most awful way. Chris, Michael, and Stevie.
Steve Branch, Christopher Byers, and Michael Moore were killed in 1993 in a way no child should ever go through. In a way no parent should ever have to hear about. And their killer got away with it. Sick bastard/bastards.


Only thing is, they didn't do it. Damien, Jessie, and Jason, that is.
This was the middle of all the satanic panic that happened in the late 80's-early 90's. I know you remember it. When all the schools banned KISS 'cause it meant Knights in Satans Service....that is so laughable now, being grown, looking at kiss.
I don't want to make this a blog about the facts. I you want those, go to WM3.com, like I said. If you are reading this, I presume you know what I am talking about.
These innocent men cross my mind every day. Be it during cooking a great dinner for my family, or going to sleep in a nice comfortable bed with someone I love beside me. Or maybe it is just as simple as walking outside to check my mailbox, or wiping my ass in the privacy of my own private bathroom, with good toilet paper, I might all. These guys get none of this. Every single day of their lives.
Want your food?, Here it is on a tray, slid through your barred cell door, or served in a cafeteria like setting full of REAL criminals. Eat in peace, my friend.
Wanna go to sleep? Not till the MAN tells you you can. And here, on this "smaller than twin" sized mattress. Either all alone, missing your wife, in a cold cell, or maybe with a cell mate, that you don't belong with. At all. Fuck your comfort.
Wanna get your mail? Maybe, if it is written "the right way", on the "right paper", no stickers, no choice. I'll give it to you if I feel it is appropriate, if not, too bad.
Wanna wipe your ass. Go for it. Here's some John Wayne toilet paper. Here's a guard or cell mate to watch you taking a shit. To watch you as you make sure you got it all. How fucking degrading.
If you know the facts. And I mean FACTS. Not opinions. DNA evidence, my friends. False confessions since retracted, you know these guys didn't do what they are accused and convicted of. You know "they" just needed someone to blame, and these kids fit the part perfectly. Who would stand up for them...then? No one. No one except their poor "white trash" families that the state could easily discredit.
WAKE UP ARKANSAS!
Please, please, pull your heads out of your asses before any more innocent men(children turned into men)die. They didn't do it. You know it. It's hard to admit you are wrong. Especially when you have stood strong for so long. This I know. But sometimes the time comes to say, "I, we, fucked up. Were wrong. I/We're sorry." Go live your lives.
I wonder what they would be, if they were free. With all the talent that lies within them. All the love, all the patients. All the people that surround them with love and positive thought and vibes....Hmmm. What would they be? What would they bring to society?
But in the words of a famous WM3 supporter, "Society, you're a crazy breed. I hope you're not lonely with out me."
And here are a few more famous supporters, if that is more likely to sway you...

http://www.facebook.com/#!/album.php?aid=1861&id=100000947890792

Please think of them. Tonight. As you lay you down to sleep. Jessie. Damien. Jason. Think of them, laying themselves down to asleep, as all the rest of us are free, out here. Free to sleep in our own beds, make love to our lovers, get up when we want, walk out of our doors when we choose. Think about the killer/killers that got away. Help them. If you only send a letter, that is enough. Five dollars on their commissary is beyond awesome. Buy their shirts, books, CD's, movies, whatever. Write your local congress man. Write Obama. Write Oprah. Do something. And if all you can do is tell a friend, tell them. Open peoples eyes. Get behind these guys, before its too late.
Happy Birthday Jessie. Lets hope it's the last you spend alone.
Free the West Memphis Three.
From the bottom of my heart.
One of them wrote this song. May as well have been all of them.


Free them. Free the West Memphis Three. Sleep better at night 'cause you opened your eyes.
To you three men, I am sooooooo sorry. And I love you from the bottom of my heart. If I live to see you free, I will be one happy human being.