Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
A Linear Life?
When I was younger I thought of life as linear, one event happening after another. That was how history was taught in school. That is how I perceived it for a long time. Truth be told, everything is happening at once and this week, again, is proof. I was reading my 'Facebook" page, yes I have one, with my real name and everything. All of my friends updates brought me back to reality. First me, I awoke in extreme pain. I could barely move, let alone think. I didn't want to think much either because I couldn't escape the anniversary of my father's death. However that memory was countered by the birth of two beautiful and healthy girls. Making two of my favorite women Grandmas. Reading further I got to celebrate a wedding anniversary, and two more birthdays. Further reading took me to the funeral of a friends mother, the death of a life long friend and death of a 15 month old child. Should I stop? No. Then I would have missed one friend helping children and another putting all her free time into animal rescue. There are two more of my favorite women working their ass's off to make themselves healthier and the lives of their children better, someone just got a new job as we got a pay and benefits cut. We still have a job as another friend finds himself unemployed and yet another starts on a entirely new career. I won't stop reading, I won't stop crying or laughing, I will keep on living, along with my friends, in this great crisscrossing of events. Funny, does not stop being funny, because someone is sad. Sadness however lessens when exposed to the light. To my friends and family, please continue to share both your ups and downs. It helps to know we are not alone. I love you all and I am grateful that you share and that I can share with you.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Still here
Well, I am still here and so is the pain. I need to get another appointment, find out how far the bone has disintegrated. Then we can figure out what to do next.
The Husband is still looking for a new job. We have not heard from the last interviewer for two weeks. However, the current job has announced another pay and benefits cut. This is for the second time in 4 months. The good news is that my disability has increased by one dollar a month. Yeah!!!!! We are happy and doing well. We are open for change. This is a good life.
The Husband is still looking for a new job. We have not heard from the last interviewer for two weeks. However, the current job has announced another pay and benefits cut. This is for the second time in 4 months. The good news is that my disability has increased by one dollar a month. Yeah!!!!! We are happy and doing well. We are open for change. This is a good life.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Feeling
Haven't been doing much thinking lately. Mostly feeling these days. The last few have me feeling sad. I am not quite sure why as most days find me very happy. I guess you could say I am feeling a bit homesick for my home state and city. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get the ocean out of this girl. The rain here has been a nice change. We are still waiting on word from the company that The Husband interviewed at. It's been 6 weeks already. I also have been in a lot more pain than usual. Come to think of it Valentine's day is Sunday and the anniversary of my dad's death. I guess if I had done a bit more thinking, I might have understood sooner why I have been feeling sad. Makes sense now.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Who's your Daddy ?
Gandhi-following, peace-loving, free-spirited vegetarian who was adopted at birth has discovered the worst possible thing a son could find out about his father – his dad is Charles Manson.
"It’s like finding out that Adolf Hitler is your father," said Matthew Roberts, a Los Angeles disc jockey.
A curious Roberts, 41, began investigating his poisoned family tree about 12 years ago, when he contacted a social services agency, which located his mother, Terry, in Wisconsin, according to the London Sun.
His reluctant natural mom fed him bits and pieces, like his first and middle name — Lawrence Alexander — withholding his infamous surname until she could summon the courage to tell him the truth.
But Roberts pressed her for more details until she finally revealed the shocking secret, that his dad was one of the most infamous serial killers the world has ever known.
"I didn’t want to believe it," Roberts said. "I was frightened and angry. I’m a peaceful person -- trapped in the face of a monster."
Terry told Roberts he was born after Manson raped her in a drug-fueled orgy in 1967. She gave the baby up for adoption.
Even she admits her long-lost son bears a striking resemblance to the mastermind whose family of commune followers committed nine gruesome murders in Los Angeles in 1969. Their victims included pregnant actress Sharon Tate, film director Roman Polanski’s wife.
Manson, 75, is an inmate at Corcoran State Prison in California.
After five years, Roberts’ eventually wrote to Manson, who replied with letters and postcards -- eerily signed with an ugly swastika -- the wartime Nazi symbol Manson has tattooed onto his menacing forehead.
Roberts said he has his own bouts with schizophrenia, but other than that, the apple fell far from the tree.
"My hero is Gandhi," Roberts said. "I’m an extremely non-violent, peaceful person and a vegetarian. I don’t even kill bugs. I’ve had long hair all my life. I could make it go away, but I can’t let the world and their fears change me."
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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