Bach played softly in the background as she pulled the rubber band tightly around her forearm. To think only seven months ago she was terrified of needles, now she watched as her veins pumped up, fat as little earth worms.

Her husband was always yelling at her to have more self-control. He wanted her to lose weight, look perfect, to be a perfect house wife, hostess and dinner companion. A trophy wife. No kids for them. That would deform her body.

Another lonely housewife had given her the secret to doing everything he wanted. Slowly, she inserted the needle into her arm. The warm fluid flowed through her, easing the sorrow that coursed through her body. 

"Hello sorrow my old friend." She sang over the Back. She smiled, pleased at the word switch.

Sorrow was her constant companion. It coursed through her veins alongside her blood and drugs.

Her weight lose had been dramatic. She felt like Wonder Woman, until it wore off and she would sneak away and start all over again.

Surely, her husband must know what she was doing. After all this was not a cheap habit. He must not care. This saddened her even more. Now, she was invited to parties. Now, he wanted to touch her. Now, she didn't want him to.

It would take so little to end this madness. A little extra in the syringe, and poof she would be gone. How embarrassing that would be for him. His wife, laying in a foaming pile of vomit and her own secretions. His wife, a drug addict and the whole world would know.

Looking down at her arm, rubber band still in place, she smiled as she refilled the syringe one last time.

A Challenge.

I hope you all had an excellent memorial day weekend. I did. The weather is finally nice here. In the 80's. I'm trying to figure out this new computer so I can put pictures up. I am not a computer wiz however, so it might take a minute.
So today, I'm challenging you to all write short stories. Just one blog. One short story. Easy. It can be about anything. Any theme.
I will have mine up on Friday. It can be a story in pictures for those of you, like Texwise, or an actual story. If you are in and want to play make sure you let me know and invite others to play along. Please let me know if you have people that want to participate so I can go read their stories. 
Ok the challenge is on. Hope you all play and have fun with it. :)

Fun ways to entertain yourselves.

I got an email about things to do when I retire. Now technically I am retired as the government says I can no longer work. That's annoying. So here are some idea's for those of you in retirement currently or for when you get there eventually. I've already done some of these and they are very funny. I added my own comments, and a few of my favorite things to do when I am bored.

Sanity in Retirement  ​ ​ How To Maintain A Healthy Level Of sanity in retirement 1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars...watch 'em Slow Down!

Have not done this but I want to. 

2. On all your check stubs, write 'For Marijuana'!  To bad I don't use checks anymore.

3. Skip down the street Rather Than Walk and see how many looks you get.

Done and done. 

4. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

Done and done again. The waitress look was hilarious my husbands reaction was better. Went something like "Uh babe. There's no such thing." HIs face was so serious. sigh. 

5. Sing Along At The Opera.

Does a play count? If so I've done this. 

6. When The Money Comes Out of The ATM, Scream 'I Won! I Won!'

At the clinic on base they call your number when it's time to pick up your medications. I yelled out Bingo! and waved my ticket around as I ran to the counter. My husband did not find this amusing. 

7. When Leaving the Zoo, start Running towards the Parking Lot , Yelling 'Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!'  Have not done this but it seems like a fun idea.

8. Tell Your Children over dinner: 'Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go...'

Planning on doing this one as soon as I can get my whole family together for one freakin meal.  

And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity: my favorite. 9. Go to a large Department store’s fitting room, drop your drawers to your ankles and yell out:       “THERE IS NO PAPER IN HERE”

You can also go to an outdoors store and climb in a tent. When people walk by tell them they can come in but they have to get there own sleeping bags. 

Also you can climb in the racks at Walmart and when people are looking at the clothes you can say in a weird voice. 

"You don't want to buy that."

Watch them jump. Pretty funny.

Another one is to pick up random items and drop them in peoples carts when they are not looking. The bigger the better. 

Sing and dance down store aisle and invite people to join you. 

As you pass cars on the freeway start licking the window.

There are many other fun things to amuse yourselves. If you need idea's this is my forte. I don't have many talents but this is my strong suit. Yes I do get bored easily. Have fun.

Justina Pelletier

I hope everyone will excuse my absence. I have been ill. 
Apparently someone decided to give me the plague and kill me slowly. They failed. I'm still kicking. Just feel like I have a cold now.
Anyhoo, let's discuss our rights today. I read an article and then saw a follow up piece on the news about Justina Pelletier.
This is a girl who was diagnosed with mitochondrial disease and who was rushed to the hospital because they thought she had the flu, which in her case can be life threatening.
Upon arrival her normal doctor was not there yet and a new ER doctor, took over.This doctor threw out her diagnosis saying that she had a physiologically induced condition called somatoform disorder, When the parents tried to take her out of there after questioning her new diagnosis, they were in for the fight of their lives as the hospital now claimed medical child abuse. The parents were escorted off the property by the police and have not been able to take their daughter home since as the state took custody. She is only allowed to speak to them for 20 minutes a week supervised, and only gets limited supervised visitation. 
The parents have an older daughter with the same diagnosis who is doing fine. Justina ice skated, and over all was an active happy child. From everything I have seen her long healthy hair is now stringy and missing on half of her head. She is now in a wheel chair and cannot speak properly. All this since they took her away from her parents over a year ago. 
Now my question is simple. When a doctor diagnosis your child with something, who doesn't listen? They already had one child with this disease. She was obviously doing better in their care than she is now in the states care. Why were these parents punished for trying to do the right thing? They have lost everything trying to get this girl back home and paying for medical bills. This sickens me that the government has the right to do this to good honest people. 
The girl is now in Foster care. This is dumb considering I know a lot of people that have had DCS called on them because of abuse multiple times by multiple people and they still have their children with no repercussions.  The insanity of this pisses me off to no end. You can find more on this here
Her father finally broke the gag order the judge put on him so you can watch his interview and hopefully get just as upset about this as me. 

That was bad Robert!

Sorry this is so late but spring has finally sprung in Utah! I didn't think it would ever happen. However, it did and I enjoyed a lot of time outside. 
I have a tirade but I'll save that for next time. This time I will tell you a funny story.
Phil and I pulled up to the Shoppette, which is the base gas station/beer hole and such, and he got out to fill the tank. (I know. It's a bit obvious but had to be stated.)
While he was filling the tank we chit chatted until an SUV pulled up at the tank next to us. The man jumped out of the car grinning, and opened the hatch. All the windows were down. His wife jumps out too leaving a mother in law, (we are guessing on that one) and two children gagging in the back seat.
The wife promptly starts in on him, obviously not seeing us.
"That was bad Robert!!!" She was livid. At that moment they noticed we are there, and the woman stands there arms crossed, legs slightly apart glaring at him, while he nonchalantly continues to fill his vehicle. The people in the back seat looked a little green, so we are assuming it was either her mother, and he was unhappy about her being there and tried to kill her by asphyxiation, or it was his mother and for some reason he tried to do the same. My guess? Mother in law.
Either way, I will occasionally say
"That was bad Robert!" To Phil. Especially if he gets in bed before me and I go to crawl into a wall of stank the which could bring tears to a war veteran. 
I sometimes wonder if I should take my "Robert" to the doctor. Surely, something is dead in there. That is the only explanation that I have.
I'm telling you this because I felt empathy for a perfect stranger. 
I'm sorry Roberts wife. Wherever you are, know that you are not alone!

My mom, my best friend.

Today was mothers day. My situation is a bit different than many as my mother has lived in France for the last 38 years. My parents are Baptist missionaries over there.
So in the last 23 years I have not spent one Mother's day with her. It was worse before when calling her cost me a body part just to dial her number. However, now we have unlimited long distance, skype, computers, and many more ways to communicate. It makes it easier but it is still not the same. As kids we never realize all the things that our mother's do for us. We take it for granted that she will always be there, accessible whenever we have a need or desire to talk or see her. We take for granted the meals and clean clothes we wear. Never think about the hours spent on tired knees in prayer over us. The long hard nights when we are sick or having nightmares that mom is the one to hold us and comfort us. 
Having three children and a grandchild of my own, I now see all the things she did and does. I appreciate them. Let me give you an example or two of my mom's special love.
Both times I had my children, they were traumatic births. C sections due to long labors and my body not cooperating with the system. Both times my mother got on a plane and flew back from France. She stayed with me for a month, took care of the babies at night and I never even knew she was up with them. 
Another big example is when I was raped. I didn't tell her for several months. I didn't know how she would react. I was trying to deal with it and work through it on my own. I tried so hard to figure it all out. I finally told her and she jumped on the plane and came home surprising me. She dealt with my anger, my pain, my internal battles. She held my hand and let me cry.
She hit her knees and prayed. I know she did. That's what she does. I don't know how I would have made it through without her. 
When I was young she was my mom. Now she is my best friend. Thank you mom for everything you have done. Thank you for everything you do. Never think I don't notice, appreciate and although I am not good with compliments, acknowledge what a wonderful person God chose to bless me with for a mother. 
I recently read a note a child wrote to his mom. It simply said
Thank you for being my mom. If I had another mom I would punch her and come find you. I love you. 
I think that says it all!
Love your daughter
Lyndee/Melynda :) 

What is in a name?

My good friend Joe at Cranky old man, I've forgotten how to do a hyperlink so here is his link http://joeh-crankyoldman.blogspot.com/, cracks me up. He posted about his youngest son calling his other son Matt, Mo for the longest time.
It made me think about the names that children make up for people.
My nephew Cayden has gone from calling my husband Phil, Da, My Guy, WaWa, and now he can kind of say Uncle Phil but it comes out Gruncle Phil.
My youngest son, and I should specify here that he is my step son, called me Belinda until he went to school and found out it was Melynda. About broke my heart when he stopped calling me that.
In turn growing up it seemed no one could ever get my name right. 
I went from Lyndee, which is the nick name I grew up with, to Lyndia, Belinda, Lynn, Mel, some unsavory ones that we will skip, Sunshine, that's my husbands nickname for me, and many more. I always respond, but I have to admit that when I was younger it kinda stung a little that everyone messed up my name. 
Why are names so important? Why do we get upset if someone doesn't remember our name or say it right? 
Is it because we have a need to be individuals? Is it the fact that people know who we are by our name? 
Imagine if you would if your name was Rasbuten. Would that be a name you would want to be called your whole life or would you change it because of it's direct connection with evil?
What about Lilleth? Or Lucifer?
I have noticed that I get along well with people that have certain names but other names and I tend to fight. Is it the name that determines the persons personality?
No I won't reveal the names I don't get along with.
I don't know what it is about names that is so important specifically. As humans though we name every pet and child carefully. (Well most of us are careful about it.)
What do you think? Is there something in a name?

You might be a parent if...

You might be a parent if you are so tired when you go to work that you fall asleep standing. 
You might be a parent if you have entered a room to wake someone up and tripped and skinned your knees, all the while being positive the room was clean the night before.
You might be a parent if you have ever heard
"I'm so sick I'm going to throw up. Can I stay home today?" Yet by three the illness is mysteriously gone and the person wants to go hang out and play.
You might be a parent if you have ever pulled toys out of a toilet.
You might be a parent if you have ever found unchewed cereal in a toilet and the person that put them there tells you it's puke.
You might be a parent if you walk into a room and the overwhelming stench of BO or shoes,  hits you so hard YOU want to puke.
You might be a parent if said person sniffs their own pits and says
"What? I don't smell anything!"
You might be a parent if you stay up all night worrying about a child that isn't home yet and you have no way of contacting them. 
You might be a parent if you stress about a child's well being, eating habits, sleep habits, friends, school, sleep habits, manners, clothing choices, and other various aspects of said child's life.
You might be a parent if the words I love you mom/dad. Can make you forget the fore mentioned list. If the weeds in your yard that you are so allergic to are picked and presented as a bouquet of flowers and you love them.
You might be a parent if a hug and kiss from said child mean more to you than anything else.
You might be a parent if all the tears and heart ache you have gone through are worth it to you because that child is priceless.