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Jamie, you would have turned 23 yesterday. I had shots of tequila on my mind the night before, thinking of you and your daddy. He went down to the beach last night to spend time alone with you.
I don’t know my daddy’s birthday and thus is just once a year I mourn.
I think about how different everything would be. You know she wanted to split you kids up leaving you to your daddy, and they divorced after your baby sister was born eventually anyway. I think they’d divorced if you’d lived too, but I fear you’d have both the burden of us if they were your fault, splitting kids not to be as obvious.
Oh Jamie. What I do think is that I heard there will be 144,000 men who were chaste virgins reign as kings with Christ for a grand thousand years before you’d return daddy’s princess.
By the time your heart loves honor will be.
Jamie, how I worry for your little sister.
On a happy note — how I love my husband.
He lays bare butt and beautiful. I can’t seem to stop looking at him, and I love him for so much more.
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Had Darryl not added me to his insurance they would likely have released me and secondly there would be no bill.
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Darryl had to leave early this morning for the airport — travel on Sunday, and six weeks straight of travel all week. We’ll miss the memorial together.
We’re being swamped by medical bills from them 5150-5250’ing me. I need to get it all sorted, scanned, and posted.
Might as well mime a fight. I feared the thought of showing up at Paradise Valley to protest the out of network 5150 bill, but to find myself taken in again.
March 30, 2016
Nearly through the month. One more day. If only catching up here meant filling in a few days
No. This is the diary to begin the end.
January brought 2 5150’s. Sarah, the canadian neighbor with her darling Stella said she felt threatened. I had been at the ocean and left to walk back up the street to go to the burger joint, The Promiscuous Fork, and tell Darryl to meet me there. He was almost home, returning from Los Angeles, and though I didn’t know, he actually had stopped just up the street at El Pescador to bring home dinner.
From across the street the cops see me and come detain me. I’m 5150’ed without being identified and taken away.
I was taken to Scripp’s Mercy where I was drugged an spent the week.
In the course of waiting I became friends with two female patients. My roommate who slept all day and stayed up all night keeping from sleep all week. That I sleep wasn’t their priority so I was left waiting all night long in the hallway so as not to disturb her. Where is fair in that?
I was finally released to spend the weekend with Darryl. As usual we had a fight before even leaving the parking lot. Cops left me a free woman.
That Sunday I wanted to go to Cracker Barrel on the border for breakfast (practically speaking it’d be brunch). Darryl drove but took me to Paradise Valley instead saying “if I don’t someone is going to call the police”. Molly.com
My instincts told me not to go in. From the parking lot I tried quickly & casually to reason with Darryl. I called Aunt Kristina, Sister La’el, and she understood but gave me the courage to make the choice to go in. Inside we made it from the ER room into the back to be seen. They had me in a corner room, had me undress, but waiting to be seen.
At Scripp’s a man, a known sexual predator, twice sexually assaulted my friend. He had been harassing me, but unlike her I was adept at dodging his physicality.
I didn’t want to sit waiting.
I redressed and went to leave. Walking through the lobby again and striding to the doors, I said “Don’t shoot me in the back.” pointing over my shoulder at the point.
They drugged me.
I no longer remember the names of the women.
I can’t report the assault.
I was released February 16th.
From Paradise Valley I was held in the ICU where they finally could verify insurance and put me into their system.
Had Darryl not added me to his insurance they would likely have released me and secondly there would be no bill.
As it is Paradise Valley was out of network. It’s $25,000+ later, out of pocket.
They kicked me from PV to API, Alvarado Parkway Institute because the hospital guy said it was too expensive.
I begged him to leave me at Paradise Valley for the ONE MORE NIGHT. I was to be RELEASED the next day.
They moved me that night where despite still being without sleep I was kept up waiting for a bed.
It was two weeks later I was released.
At API I was first held in the area for violent patients where I was sexually assaulted by another patient.
I was in a room with two other girls and it was freezing. I feared sleeping for having been assaulted already.
I was moved again, this time to a small area for the elderly.
Then I was moved to a different ward, the one for geriatric care though most of the people were a mix of ages.
Cesar Benitez, the doctor assigned to me was, as usual, evil. He took no time with me, and pursued the 5250 as well as the Reis to drug me against my will.
Twice my mother flew out to defend me but I lost the court’s cases and somehow knew that would be that would go. God’s will be done.
Last night I met with Phil Ohme a UX’er from Intuit and learned his two sons are both autistic. I hold him about cannabis for kids and autism. It brought me to the conclusion: cannabis is like wine. Where it is to be used for pleasure like the way wine brings happiness to ones heart. I was influenced by two glasses of Malbec to find the clarity. You wouldn’t drink red wine on waking or working, would you?
April 30, 2016
Today I have the aspiration that life begins anew ahead. To work and enjoy life like I did when I was younger.
Darryl, and with the help of my mom’s supplements, have brought me back to me.
Soon we shall see, so exciting to once again look ahead in excitement.
The brink! Just on the brink!
Since getting out this past series I’ve come to grasp the strangeness of having self-diagnosed the MTHFR gene mutation — or at least its assumed mom passed hers on to us — in me. It was 2011 when I posted about it, much like the hyperthymia.
Now I finally really have begun to use this knowledge to effect: I’ve been taking L-5-MTHf, methylated folate, to find a serene sense of well being this week.
“To answer your question, the call came in late the evening of the 3rd, 1-2:00 am, he stopped breathing 6-7:00 am on the fourth.”
News reports claim that the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society, the official name for the organization that governs the Jehovah’s Witnesses worldwide, has been engaged in covering up child abuse within the religion on a massive scale.
But are these reports justified? Is this a case of an innocent religion being unfairly maligned because of the actions of one or two bad apples in their ranks? How many victims are there? Do the Governing Body know about these issues? What’s really going in the multiple courtroom cases that Watchtower has been fighting across the world?
Jehovah’s Witnesses and Child Abuse—Is there a problem? is a painstakingly researched documentary that draws together evidence from sources spanning the past twenty five years…
I left my McDreamy in bed as I’d had a horrid nights sleep myself. We had watch “Spy Hard” and my active brain is in the mode of being the God daughter, as it were.
I once toyed with the idea of Darryl as God on earth but he rejected the notion. One day He’ll live here and I just imagine what he’ll be like. He’d be a lot like my husband.
Trying desperately to play it cool like some school girl knowing she’s got the night of her dreams planned ahead of the last day of Jacob’s last flare.
Dear God, she begins as sincerely as she is clear…
11:36 am 3 days later, yeah, I’m still here…………..
February 26, 2016 Moving day 2016 II
Govi — Garden of Eden J’ovi Jamié
Legacy Podcast XV #74 Playing.
“There is always hope.” — Banksy 🏹🎈💔
Dear Daisy, your dream guy is getting out of the drone business. For this he seems less de-pressed. I pressed him again about his fit n’ readiness —fore!— love. He is ready. Connect.
Don’t shoot the messenger. Let them do the walkin’ through the yellow pagers — Goldfinchers Harley Grey of …. Hillcrest. 2.26.16
“Now you know all my secrets. You’ve got me.”
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow
In New York City
Until you’ve seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord
There’s people out there like you
I thank the Lord there’s people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can’t and that is why
They know not if it’s dark outside or light
This Broadway’s got
It’s got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I’ll go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown, in New York City
Subway’s no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found…
All right, you chipmunks. Ready to sing your song? - I’ll say we are! - Let's sing it now... You wanna be Atticus Finch. Good. - I like him. - Why? - He's honest. - Yes. - He stands up for the right thing. - Yes. - And he's a good father. - He is. - Did it all by himself. - Did what all by himself? - Raised his kids. - He didn't raise them by himself!. Who was the woman that came to their house every day? - Calpurnia. - Calpurnia. He remembered. - And what about Boo? - What about Boo? Boo Radley is the most interesting character in To Kill a Mockingbird. Boo Radley is the most interesting character in To Kill a Mockingbird. Mom, tell me more about Livia.
“Toxins cause leukemia, at least according to Mr. Rob0t,” Angela warns the volunteers working for ‘the Society’ at their new headquarters in upstate New York. Concerns are that while the Watchtower Society may be able to protect their vested interests in the property and it’s financial value, they cannot protect their volunteers from exposure to the toxic chemicals.
The Watchtower Bible and Tract Society began as simple American religion financed by William Henry Conley (11 June 1840 – 25 July 1897). William was trained by his uncle in the printing business for ten years, and was a Pittsburgh philanthropist and industrialist. He was married to Sarah Shaffer (1841–1908). Together, they provided organizational and financial support to religious institutions in the United States.
The Watchtower recently began acquiring even more property when they began converting their “Kingdom Halls” over from private properties owned by the individual congregations into corporate property owned by ‘the Society‘.
The Watchtower is leaving Brooklyn, last property lists for $400 million = $ One #Billion two hundred two Million four hundred fifty thousand.
That’s more dollars than … Jehovah’s Witnesses.
But who’s counting?
Throughout the course of mankind women and girls have been subject to the pressure of social messages instructing and reinforcing them as to how to “do” their gender, and as to how to be real, or true women. These ideals are then repeated or reproduced through their enactments and learned by successive generations with slight modifications accommodating for changes in the times, or namely the economy and politics. Simply put—the ideals of true womanhood are formed, reinforced, and passed down through generations of women.
Society’s expectations of women in regard to feeding, infertility, childbearing, particularly as social attitudes and technologies have changed.
The creative act of listening to a talking frog
“You are going to TED, and you are going to do a fantastic job. …Because being creative is who you are. It’s the thing that keeps you going.”
open minded and integral approach? artist master piece or a better way to organize your cubical. Creative economy grows when we seek out the wisdom of others.
I’ve been hard at work publishing all of my sister Heather’s genealogy research that she’s been completing over the last several years, focused mainly on our Hilton lineage.
Meanwhile, the Baxley’s come from the Anglo-Saxon tribes that ruled over Britain, and are from Sussex and Buckingham where they’ve held a family seat from early times.
Then he told me that one of my relatives lived locally in San Diego, Superior Court Judge Robert Baxley, or “Bax” as friends called him (see bracelet on the cover of “The Lifeguards, A Reminiscence of West Coast Beaches in the 1950’s” by Robert C. Baxley). Yes, “called” as in past tense. I’m once again heart broken to learn I won’t meet another legendary human on this earth.
However, I hope his friends will help me out.
Who knew I was coming home? Continue reading
?”..The results showed that both the runners and bicyclists had 80% more anandamide in their blood after exercising, with the greatest increase among the runners. They also reported physical feelings similar to marijuana use, such as relaxation, regulated mood, and increased appetite. Plus, they found that tempo running produced the most anandamide of all exercise …” Continue reading
I’ve been in my mind for hours now… it’s magical how easy it is inside here in my mind alone. Words and thoughts flow together in a meaningful way, and writing eventually becomes the ultimate form of expression. I’ve been working on websites for my mentor and her husband—I’ve told you about Barbara. Barbara has been doing Airedale Rescue for more than 10 years, and I’ve been supporting her—WOW, I just did a WHOIS lookup…
2001-12-06—online since December 2001.
I used to own the domain: womenonthefly.net. Yes, used to. I’m so upset that in my breakup, my ex-boyfriend/server admin failed—honestly—to renew a few domains for me. Now I just manage www.donyager.com; that’s Barbara’s pro angler husband. Women on the Fly was Barbara’s flyfishing group, of which you might have considered me—gasp—a guppy.
I CRACK MYSELF UP I’M SO FUNNY!
Reversing his previous position that “pot is no big deal”.
Kennedy says, “I admit it—I was wrong to initially think that there was there were something harmless about medical marijuana because now what I’ve seen is that there is a commercial industry behind this “medical marijuana” soon to be moving down the track as it has in Washington, and Colorado, fully legalized…”
“My fight has been about mental health and treating addiction…”
He starts speaking to facts, and his facts are wrong.
But he did get the part about Washington and Pharma taking over. First they banned it. Now they control it. Pharma serves it.
“In 1936 the Federal Bureau of Narcotics (FBN) noticed an increase of reports of people smoking marijuana, which further increased in 1937. The Bureau drafted a legislative plan for Congress seeking a new law, and the head of the FBN, Harry J. Anslinger, ran a campaign against marijuana. Newspaper mogul William Randolph Hearst‘s empire of newspapers used the “yellow journalism” pioneered by Hearst to demonize the cannabis plant and spread a public perception that there were connections between cannabis and violent crime.“
However, in 1949 the government was aware that marijuana was effective as medical treatment for epilepsy. The study was squelched.
“Boy they loves Hova.”
Illuminati, spirit-directed, or holy?
“Y’all religion causes division”
Who created religion?
“Only God could judge us.”
I’m ready to create—to use the tools we created, the platforms, the surfaces, the languages, the software, the servers, the networks,…
Remember when I was a wee one on the internet
Long before we’d ever met?
If you could see me now, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you how sad I am.
That’s the problem I suppose, it’s all relative, and relatively speaking, at least I’m still alive.
Life is tough. Just when you think you managed to escape in the nick of time, you realize that you were running from your own shadow all along.
And the thing about shadows? They’re hard to shake, unless you wake to find yourself six feet under ground.
So, all-in-all, no complaints, but man, this world is not a nice place.
Yeah, sure, I’ve got stories to tell.
But first I want to tell you about not telling them.
You see, that was my badge of honor as a “woman in technology”.
Truth be told I never felt much like a woman in technology. I always felt more like a little girl hanging out with the guys than a woman in a man’s world.
I began to learn the jokes guys made in the bars were the same jokes the guys at work make. Guys are guys. You can take the guy out of the bar, but you can’t take the joke out of the guy.
Most of those jokes were about women or race—I thank God that in my life I have been mostly sheltered from gay-bashers.
I learned to laugh at the jokes that were funny, and how to laugh it off when they weren’t so funny.
My uniform became t-shirts, sweatshirts, and jeans.
I didn’t mean to, but I besides these boobs, and that butt I hear about back there, I was just one of the guys.
Then the day came my momma warned me about. That day when someone was going to ask you to do something that ‘bothers your conscience’…
Momma used to sing to me, “Angie baby, you’re a special lady….”
Jon Wurster, drummer for Superchunk, and the Mountain Goats on Helen Reddy’s “Angie Baby”
“Possibly the most frightening song ever written. It’s the story of this girl, Angie, who’s described as ‘a little touched.’ She lives in her own imagination, and she’s listening to this rock station all the time. And then this creepy guy who’s been lurking outside of her house comes over and convinces her to let him hang out with her. But the music is so loud that he’s thrown off his game and he’s disoriented. And as she turns the radio down, he gets physically smaller, and he’s sucked into the radio. Then the scariest line ever is ‘never to be found.’ He’s in there forever! I think as a child, that’s what scared me the most. Like, Cannibal Corpse and Slayer, bands like that, they sing about being mutilated and butchered – but I don’t think any of their songs are as scary as a song with the idea of being shrunken down and sucked into a radio for eternity.”
Video by John Wilson, Fine Art Films, for The Sonny & Cher Show.
Allen Eugene Rodman, Kirkwood Police Officer, passed away on Saturday, October 31, 2015 in St. Louis, Missouri. Allen was buried in Woodland Cemetery in Van Wert, Ohio.
He was the beloved of Jessica Marie Dacus, the son and first born of Wanda Carolyn and the late Graydon Rodman, and a loving father of Michal l’Lena and Evan Elijah Rodman, and to Christopher and Shelby.
Allen will be missed by his only brother, Burton Lowell Rodman, his family and his mother.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming