I Won't Stand For Abuse!

Hello neighbors, I hope this finds you in a better mood than I am.

I can't stand men who think that they have a right to hit a woman because she doesn't conform to his every whim!.

This kind of attitude shouldn't be tolerated by any woman, not one.

Abusers only abuse the women who won't rear up and knock their heads off.

Does any of you remember Farrah Fawcett's movie "The Burning Bed?"  or do you remember Lorena Bobbit  [she had the right idea] chopping her husbands weenie off!

I'm sorry, I know violence isn't the answer, but sometimes you don't have a choice.

My best friend's daughter was abused yesterday. I couldn't get there in time enough with Bessie, my club. Rest assured, I would have whooped his ass for laying a finger on her just because he couldn't have his way.

This boy-man doesn't, work which means he doesn't contribute to the household.

Now grant it, it's her fault for allowing him to lay up in her apartment and letting him  think he's some kind of "black" Adonis and God's gift to woman-kind.

I'm here to tell her and every other woman on earth: NO PIECE OF PECKER is worth loosing your self respect!   None! Nada! Zilch!

Do you ladies here me! I am SCREAMING!  this from the top of my lungs.

Do NOT think that the value of your self worth is based on having a man around. It isn't. 

There is nothing wrong with being by yourself.

If you get lonely for male company fine, go out with someone then send him on his merry way. Don't just jump into a relationship when you know nothing about the man.

Men will tell you anything in order to get what they want. Now a days so many can't find jobs so, they look for a woman [usually with kids] who has just a little bit of something and get her to let him move in.

Younger ladies with children who don't work, usually are  have government assistance. These ladies are the ones who are the prime targets.

She gets food stamps, government assisted housing and other assistance. So, some lazy, low life, gutter trash, thinks: Wow  I've got me a mark, I'll sweet talk and woo her so she'll let me move out of my Momma's house into hers.

Then after the honeymoon phase is over and the lady realizes that the bum won't look for a job or can't keep a job, THEN  things turn ugly and abusive.

Well, guess what, now she's got a problem. He's thinking he's King of the castle. He's thinking she's his Momma only with her he gets to poke his pecker when ever he wants [he probably can't do that right either].

Tell me something ladies -- is all that worth it? I  don't think so.

If you get that  lonely or [excuse my bluntness] that  horny -- buy a toy with extra batteries!  Don't sell your self-respect to the devil and live with an abuser. 

You are not a bunching bag. You are not a sparring dummy. You are not to be choked, kicked, spit on or slapped by ANYONE!

Do you all hear me!

Look in the mirror and tell yourself: "I'm beautiful, I'm a good person, I deserved to be treated like a Queen."

Don't take any crap from any body. I mean it, don't you dare lay down and be a door mat for anyone. 

My house is a one woman Queendom and there is no room for a King -- this is how I CHOOSE to live and I LOVE IT!

Now, you all go make the right choice for yourself and your children.

Don't let  yourself down. . .  

Whatcha Been Up to Neighbor?

Hello everyone, hope this finds you well.

Things around here have been hectic, maybe a better word would be chaotic.

Have you noticed that I've been all by my lonesome as of late?

Well, this is what's happened -- my son being the irresponsible 28 year old brat that he is, landed in jail. Yes, you read right, in jail.

It seems he had a couple of open warrants on his head. One for failure to appear for jail and the other for failure to report in to his probation officer.

Now, don't jump to conclusions. My son isn't a hardened criminal. He just doesn't see the point in obeying traffic laws.

This is a lesson everyone should learn from my dear, darling, dolt of a child. When you get a traffic ticket  -- pay the fine[s]! If you don't, they will suspend your license and put a warrant out for you. When they catch you they'll slap on the silver bracelets and take you for a ride to a big building where you can wear orange jump suits.

And, if you're caught while driving with a suspended license, you'll get more fines and more jail time and get to wear -- you guessed it, bright orange colored jump suits!

So, do what you're suppose to do, obey the traffic laws and you won't have any  problems -- OKAY, okay!

Do I sound/read happy to you? Well, in case you're wondering I'm not! 

Remember that fancy-dancy phone, I bought for my dunder-head -- well, it's mine now.

This is how I look at it -- he doesn't have a job [although he's graduated from college and is  looking for one] so, I paid for the phone and everything else for that matter, including his fines.

So, I figured one way for him to pay me back is to give me that phone, I've been coveting.

Yes indeed, I took it while his away visiting the county and switched it over to my number and have made it MINE!

Am I bad? No, I don't think so, and if I am well, he'll get over it!

Hey, did you hear about the free $1000 food scam. . .

 

Greetings From Down The Street!

How's eveybody doing?

Look at the pictures I found of my  baby ===> 

He's 2 years old in these pictures. Now, he's 28! Man! did time fly!

Here's a picture my Dad sent me. He went to a seminar where Judge Toler spoke. You know Judge Toler -- Divorce Court on T.V.

He's so proud! 

Me, I'm doing great.

Went to the VA doctor the other day and all my test game back great.

I'll tell ya,  Diabetes is no joke. When your sugar is uncontrolled all kinds of nasty things happen. No, I'm not talking about just threats of heart attacks or strokes or blindness.

You can break out in blisters and large bumps that burst. It's gross and no fun.

Any way enough of the yuck.

Have you ever looked for something in a place where you know you put it then, when you go to get it -- it's not there!

Well, I've been looking for a Cheerleading picture I know I had from High School and can't find it. I've been going buggy looking for that picture.

I found my best friend from High School on Classmates dot com. We found out that she lives down here near me. Of course we got together for a brunch and I wanted to take that picture to show her.

Wouldn't you know, I can't find the darn thing.

She looks like she did in High School. Yes, a little older but, she doesn't have the white stuff all through her hair like I do.

It was so good seeing her. Now we're together again. We won't break out into a cheer or anything like that -- I'd throw something out of whack if I did.

We talked about kids and other people from out graduating class. It's amazing how time flies!

Now we're in touch on Facebook too.

So, what have you guys been up to this past week?

Did you hear about the old lady who beat a fawn to death? A baby deer, I can't believe. . .

Good Sunday Morning!

I hope this finds you doing well.

It's been a dreary weekend -- hasn't it!

Look at my girlfriends two cuties.They're always up to something!

They are adorable and bad. The love to eat and I mean they eat everything -- shirts, the couch, the steps, shoes and yes, food.

Well, my Uncle's funeral is over. Wouldn't you know that things were happening with my mother that no one bothered to tell me about. My Mom accused someone in the hotel that they were staying of breaking into their room and stealing her jewelry. Dad tried to explain to her that her jewelry was left back home in Arizona.

My poor Dad, he's at wits end.

I don't know if I've told you, but Mom suffers from Dementia. She can be a bit feisty at times. I only hear what my Dad tells me.

Oh, didn't I tell you, they live way out in Arizona so, I don't see them. We, the family, all live here in Ohio or mainly the Northeast  yet, they chose to move out there. With them up in age we, back here, tend to worry about them.

It seems Mom is on a roll. She accuses people of stealing from her. She swears that her neighbor tries to break into their house and steal their crystal.

So, Mom, hid the crystal and Dad couldn't find it.

There was the time she was at the hairdressers and she accused her stylist of stealing her money. Wouldn't you know -- uh...Mom got violent and popped the lady. They had to call Dad and demand that he come and get her.

I asked Dad the other day:

wouldn't it be easier on you if you'd move back home?

Of course Dad started griping:

Where would be live?

I said:

Dad, they have houses in Ohio too

Then he started complaining about Ohio weather. He's right, Ohio weather isn't the greatest.

Like today, the sky is sad and weeping. It's always in this depressed weather mood.

Any way -- I don't know what to do about Mom. They won't move back here. I have my own health issues and no money, PLUS I've got my son whose view on life comes from another planet. So it wouldn't be prudent to leave, let alone pack up and move out there.

Well, so, how's your weekend?

Knock -- knock...

...who's at my door this early in the morning?

Neither the Cardinals or the Robins have started their wake-up songs at this time of morning. 

Why. . .  Good morning! You've smelled the coffee I was brewing -- didn't you.

You know I'm an early bird.

I don't sleep well so, why stay in bed -- I might as well get up and do something useful.

It was a strange and irritating day yesterday.

I've got an even stranger question: "Why do these food manufacturers package their goods in these easy to open packages that aren't easy to open? Isn't that misleading?"


Really, look

 

These are suppose to be easy to open packages and I still have to use a knife of scissors to open them -- something's wrong with that picture.

Look at the re-closable cheese packages -- they rip when you tear open where it says: "tear open"  -- you can't use them and have to put them in a baggie.

If you think about it -- they jack up the price of the item for packaging so, they're telling a lie when they say it's easy to open -- right. Didn't they use to call that false advertising?  Can I sue?

Okay, so, I'm on a roll today -- sorry!

Anywho!


I went to the Chiropractor and he used this benign looking table to bend and twist me in ways I haven't bend or twist in years. You know I'm like an old stale pretzel -- crumbling if you look at me wrong.

Any way, after I got home and was sitting in my usual spot [here in front of the computer] my son came and asked me the strangest question.

He said "Mom, I didn't know Mandy had two kids" I'm thinking yes she does, but why is he asking about her.

Just as I got up to ask him what I was thinking, low and behold the front door opens and in comes hurricane Mandy carrying her darling Queen Elizabeth and right behind her toddled her son AJ.

I was in shock -- She's never come visit me.

Who is she -- Oh, sorry, she's my best friend's [beside you, of course] youngest daughter.

She says: "Miss Debbie I'm stressed. My boyfriend is getting on my nerves. I've got to be out of my apartment by the end of the month, and W.I.C gave me the wrong milk coupon for Elizabeth" 

Look, this girl doesn't breath between sentences, her mouth is M-16 caliber and fully loaded. She's the only person that I know on the planet that can shut my son up. Neither he nor anybody else gets a word in edge wise -- believe me!

I said: "Breath Mandy breath -- you can't think straight when you're stressed" 

Mandy: "But I'm stressed, I'm so stressed -- I don't know what to do"   

Well she went on and on for about half an hour. She told me about how she has to get out of her condo by the 30th of this month. The new owner won't take Section 8.

I knew she was on section 8 for low income or no income people for housing, but man alive the government allows her to rent a house or an apartment for up to [are you ready] $1050 a month.

Can you believe that! 

I'm all for helping people get on their feet but GHEESH  why do they get to live better than I do?

Come on now, this is like rewarding people for uncontrolled procreation.

Just spit babies out and you get a nice house and food to feed them [along with the no good, slovenly male, living with you.]

I worked all my life, at a great paying job, and never could I afford that.

Don't get me started on this soap box. However, I will tell you, I do resent the fact that I worked hard all my life and couldn't afford to pay that kind a rent. A rent which would have put me in a nice neighborhood.

I raised my child off the sweat of my brow.

But, NO! -- all I had to do was lay down and spread my.....