It was bad, but, I got better, I hope. It got more personal which pleased me greatly. I really got to know people. You don't want to know how much I know about all of you from comments. No, I don't keep files. It's in my head, like with real life friends. When you go away for awhile, I wonder and worry why. When you come back, I rejoice and cyber hug you. I know your kids, your pets, the way you live, where, your views and beliefs, sometimes just like mine, sometimes the opposite. I love them all. Surprisingly, you Christians and right to lifers have become part of my family. Opposites attract. You are all so respectful when you tell me I'm full of shit. I am human, we are all full of shit at times and we make mistakes. YOU have actually changed my mind on some of my rigid ideas and ideals and make me apologize and become a more rounded person. I hope, I know, I have changed some of you to be more open, more well rounded. We, this group, is good for each other. Very good. I have to add, you believe me when the bizzare or paranormal happens around me. You can not know what a comfort that is and I try to tell the story so it's intersesting, but, I do not embellish. BTW, a new one is coming and I have photos. I feel stupid telling these things, but, you are the only ones, usually, that I feel comfortable confiding in.
We've banded together here to further good causes and help individuals that needed help. We did it with no judgements. (I have been helped by you too, though it freaked me out, I was also so humbled.) We are ALL animal lovers and over the years, we have helped so many. We did not change the world, but, by golly, we made a dent in it. We were heard! That's the key to change, I am convinced. Not voting, not bitching, but, being heard. "They" do hear us. I have found that out. More on that some other time. Right now, thank you for being a part of this Dirty Disher site and I am not quiting, we have weathered huge storms and we won a lot of battles. We should be proud, I am. For a little nothing site, we have put ourselves on the map several times. There are still websites praising us and favorable articles written about us (and radio shows) that show us in a unconventional, but, positive light. It has brought more like minded people here and we've all made some friends....and some mistakes. (We have some shitty websites about us too, full of lies, and there was that awful radio show which made us out to be devil worshiped and ruiners of children. That one hurt, but, comes with the territory. "They" say, if you don't have haters, you aint shit. Probably true. (Yeah, that one mentally unstable troll was, mostly MY mistake because I hate unfairness and had to do what I thought was right. I learned a lot from that and am glad you forgave me.) Majority will rule next time. I have such a tendency to want to give anyone a fair shake and I am, despite my psychic abilities, really bad at first impressions. Sorry.) My philosophy now, is listen to the established and keep the unknown at arms length. So, if you're new, don't expect to be accepted right away, but, do not expect to take mean shit. You are not expected to take shit. Hang in there, stand your ground. Give us some time, and it will work out. We are not middle school, we're just adults who've been burned.
Anyhow, email. Oh, fucking god, I hate the junk and spam. Also, they think Pat is a male name, so nothing they send is interesting. I don't want to make my dick bigger. I will continue to grow balls though. Steel ones. So, if I have overlooked an email from you, forgive me. I just can't find them all in the clutter. I'll make a new addy and post it and check it every day. The old one depresses the shit out of me and I'm always dreading opening it. That's all on that..I love you all, and I mean that.
My Kid. Oh, my kid. She's really my Grandkid, as most of you know. I have legal custody and I am not your average grandma. She is not your average kid. She has behavioral problems to the max, she's a Chiari's kid with three SERIOUS major brain surgeries under her belt. Possibly more to go as she grows. You can look up Chiari Malformation and understand it a bit. Her's was off the chart bizzare and they had to come up with new untried surgeries for her. They ended up taking out parts of her brain in the cerebellum area. But, back to now. Slight favoring of her right side and that's about it. She sees, hears, thinks. She's in regular public school. 5th grade. She's really smart and gets all 100% without working at it. She is a HUGE pain in my ass, but, I love her just as much as you love your babies. I would die for her, yet sometimes if she tells me the details of one more internet romance with some 15 year old transvestite, I will blow my cork. (Hey, she skypes and I spy, they ARE 15. Don't freak on me.) She is 11, and looks and acts 16-18 given the day. She is bigger and taller than me. Which is cool because I can wear her cool legging and sweats that she deems 'not cool.' But, not her shoes. I am a size 4 shoe, she's a 10 and a half to 11 canoe. She seems to be in a perpetual teenage mood of sarcasm and rage. I fuck with her head. I do. I make no apology. It's call communication here. She's materially spoiled because she has TONS of relatives who love her but feel guilty that they can't raise her. So, they buy her things, nice things and lots of them She is not deprived despite having a dead father and a mother who can't raise (and sees her about once a month) her since a judge said the mom was mentally unstable and unable to parent. Some days I feel mentally unstable and unable to parent. But, I put my parent pants on and get up. Those pants suck some days, but, sometimes, this kid cracks me up. Here's what she posted on one of her media sites..
Me: Aren't, not aint. and, NO, we are not. Okay then, more power to ya. Show your friends who are old enough to vote, okay? Her: Hell yes!
She also likes to post our candid conversations, like this..
Pat Harbin Jones -walks into room- Time to clean shit
Apparently that's my hobby
Me: *starts laughing* I cannot breath
Her: And I wasn't happy with one kind of shit so I got a variety of shits to clean
Me: *starts laughing so hard trying not to spill cereal*
Her: OH THAT HURT YOU LITTLE SHIT IVE GOT THE RACCON PULLING MY HAIR
Me: *cannot breath*
Her: Oh that's smart jump into the shit why don't you?
Me: -Laughs so hard my hips hurt-
I don't wanna live here 😂😂😂😂 (That last part was ME, I don't want to live here.)
Here she is, I took these photos last night and I told her no farking duck lips or pouting. Troll loves to comment on how ugly my granddaughter is. To that I reply, take a look, cunny hole. She's tall, leggy and gorgeous. With that incredible hair color. (Troll, it aint her fault that your spawn look like dropped pies with IQ's to match, they take after you.) I also told her no makeup in these pics. I love these photos. I usually suck at photography, but, I'm proud of these. She likes them too and has promised to let me dress up and have her take one of me and Tooney before he hits the wild.
It's hard for me to believe this pretty young lady is the same person who asked me if she could replace the cat litter with Pop Rocks. Umm, no, you may not.
54 comments:
That funeral status of hers cracked me up! Hilarious. She's grown into such a beauty and I know you know how lucky you both are to have each other. I love reading the posts about your crazy life the most. And your political rants too!
Awww that post made me really happy! I religiously check this website daily and I think I have done for what, 7, or 8 years? Every time you don't post for a few days I get worried! I don't always comment because Im lazy but I always read them and it says a lot about your character that so many people care about you and are interested in what you have to say. I also have to add I am a little freaked out by how grownup Lissa looks- I remember photos from when she was super young and you would quote her on all the hilarious things she said ( still do) and she just looks soooo grown up! And I love it when I get a comment from you on fb about my little babe, he's growing up every day and soon he'll be a year old! Time is flying. Keep ranting and we'll keep reading!
Polly from the UK
Briezy, she baffles me every day, we are so different. But, she also really does crack me up. She's fun to talk to when she's not in her pissy teenish moods.
Polly! I skipped your son's birthday post because that was when I temporarily lost my fucking marbles. Once I got it in my head, that I lost a cat and not a child, I was okay. It was the violence that did me in. Please let me make it up to him. He is the coolest kid, so cute. Send me some pics to post. Please.
LOL!!!! Replacing the cat litter with pop rocks???? Awesome idea!!!!! Expensive buying all those little packets, but can you imagine the reaction when moisture hits those rocks? (Hilarity ensues. . .) Fun until the rest of the pee is sprayed everywhere, and the cat develops a permanent fear of the litter box, that is. Yikes, that could be messy.
I love your posts about family and what is going on in your life. Lissa is absolutely gorgeous! I love the pictures with the mask. So interesting!
Christina
She's so beautiful DD! The boys are going to be beating down the door to get to her when she's older! What a treasure that she gets you to raise her. She will, no doubt, be a strong, independent woman that will be able to take care of herself without a problem and that can and will be attributed to you.
I've enjoyed your blog for so many years. I look forward to all the years to come!!
You grandaughter is so pretty. Love her hair color. I a,m a wanna be red hair beauty like her. I love your blog from the frist day i came acrossed it a few or so years back . I might not make alot of comments but when i do it i mean will
Karen from il.
My favs are the pic of her with the book and and the smiling picture. Gorgeous.
I miss you when you don't post. You and Christina are real to me. And Jane, Mary-Mary, Melvin, et.al. I can see the raccoon, the cat, the chickens. You all seem more real than actual flesh and blood.
Try gmail. They have folders your mail comes in, and the promotions and ads folders are chock full of stuff I have never looked at. It really, really makes email bearable. Seriously, just try it. I was pleased. FB on the other hand is horrid. I spend most of my time reporting spam and blocking stuff.
It's amazing how much she has changed in the past year or so. Tell her not to get a big head, but she is beautiful. Tell her that it's very rare to be be beautiful in and out!!!
She's really cute. U did a good job on the photos. I am now raising a 13 year old boy - ...so I know what you must go through at times but it's all worth it ...at least they know they are loved and there is someone around that has their back.
Pat, I too check the blog often, I love it here. Lissa looks so cool in those pics, I promised I'd take my daughters senior pictures soon and you've inspired me. When my kid was Lissa's age, she begged me to let her dye her hair black. I said " no fucking way!" She has since thank me for it.
I have had the most bizarre weekend at my fathers' funeral. My sister acted complety inappropriate, she was shit faced drunk. She did embarrassing things to my fathers dead body, ( nothing sexual, just drunk asshole behavior) I just wanted to be away from the whole stinking mess. She's the only person that visits me, but I feel her husband and my other sister are enabling -her and I need a break. There probably are hard feelings, but I don't give a fuck right now. My sisters act like he was some second fucking coming, walk on water super dad, but all I know was I was abandoned by him and my mother at 6 months so he could marry their mother. He never paid child support for any of us, never did shit, for me anyway, and they are carrying on and taking their drunken shit onto FB. It's fucking shameful.
I left last night to avoid the enevitable confrontation.
My stepmother (not their mother) is in so much pain and my sister made my fathers funeral all about her. I wouldn't be surprised if she posted a picture of his dead body on her FB. She took enough pictures.
That first pic is so well balanced. It's absolutely perfect. Mona Lisa lips and attitude----what is she thinking? It's beautiful, innocent(?) yet knowing.
I totally agree, Jane. That first one is amazing. There is something about it that makes me think of Carnival in Venice, from long ago. Not just that there is a gold mask, but the way she looks, in general. The expression, hair, etc. Perfect. Very pretty girl.
Christina
Briezy, thanks. Do I do political rants? Me? LMAO! I hate politics and no nothing. I know who wants to trample on women's rights though and I despise them.
Polly, I feel like an official aunt or long distance gran to your baby since I've been there from the start. I want to post his BD pics. He's seriously cute and handsome. You know what's really weird? The people on here have such good looking kids, they really do. I could name them all and maybe I should do a post on it. Anyway, I get such a kick out of your son and watching him grow. He's very special to me. I find myself thinking about him out of the blue. He's turned from infant to boy in the blink of an eye.
And yeah, I know I posted to you and The Briez twice, it wasn't a brain fart. I had more to say and was cut off before by the crazy here. It's finally quiet.
Christina, she got a lecture on how she would ruin them from using the litter box. She hadn't thought it through. But, economical she is, we have tons of pop rocks left from BD parties and even last Hallows Eve. I threw them out to avoid temptation.
Karen, she IS really pretty. Not to say she's pretty all the time. Sometimes, I'm like, wtf? She wears tons of makeup (not to school) and dresses inapropriatly (again, not to school), sometimes she looks like a zitty clown. She also thinks using half a bottle of conditioner must be good. No, it's grease city. And her 'designer' choice of hair care smells like cat pee. We fight about that. I now make HER buy it out of her allowance. SO, it's gotten better. But, she can do what she wants as long as she keeps it in our house. Her girl friends are just as bad and I find it amusing. I have no place to keep her collection of sequined ballgowns, cocktail dresses, ass shorts and spiked heels. I will be so glad when she has her own big closet. I am not above bagging clothes and tossing them when she's not here.
Erin, oh gad, the boys beat down the door now and not because she's cute. They love her because she's just as rough as they are and I always have ice cream and popsickles. But, they're little guys and I love most of them. She is not allowed to go to their houses, so they all come here. Well, I do let her go play with Kaden up the street. I trust him, he's like family. But, she constantly rags me because I keep her on a short leash. I know her. It's the teen boys and grown men who pay attention to her that freaks me out. I have been known to yell at their cars, "Hey, she's 11, you fucking perv!! I get so mad. She can't help the way she looks. She's a child in a woman's body and it's dangerous. She says I have too many rules and I spy on her. Hell yes, I do.
Karen, I love her hair too. She has no idea how many people dye their hair to get that color and she bugs me all the time to let her change it. I compromise by letting her get highlights sometimes and crazy extensions, like blue and pink. Clip ons only. I hope she'll thank me one day when she realizes she has healthy hair.
Border, You are all real to me too. When I have to miss a day or two here I get nervous wondering what you think and what I missed. And yeah, I wish she's smile more in photos and I wish to fuck her mom hadn't started a selfie site. I hate the constant selfies.
Speak, thanks, chick. She goes through periods where she's convinced she's so ugly she has to stay in the house. Other days she posts ridic duck lips and smart assed 'I'm gorgeous' captions. I told her today, they sound as stupid as the 'am I ugly or pretty' crap. I can't make her stop as long as she doesn't break the rules. Her mom and her selfie site does not help. Puberty is tough. She has aunt casey and her dad, alex and sara taking to her too. She listens to them more than me and I'm so glad I have them to help.
Jane, and everyone, she got her FB account deactivated today for being a jerk who thinks she makes the rules. It' on my FB post. One more smart aleck remark and I will own that fancy phone too. She knows way too much and nothing at all, if that makes sense.
Shelly, your sister is an immature asshole, but, your sister. I get it. Stay as far away as you can until the pain softens. Block her on media if you have to, just for now. She's one of those attention whores that thinks she's so fucking cute, but, people hate those types. I have several of those in my family. Aunt Bitch Face lectured me on jesus and how my son was in heaven, in a better place WHILE they were carrying his body out in a body bag. She's lucky I didn't kill her for that and the only thing that stopped me was his crying, histerical 3 year old daughter. That bitch actually blocked my exit, screaming about jesus knowing full well I am an atheist Pagan. There is no excuse for the pain some people inflict. Some people are just bad, evil to the core. My own crazy mother even said she couldn't believe I didn't try to kill my aunt with my bare hands. All I wanted to do was get out the one door so I could see him one last time and there this fat bitch was screaming and literally pushing me back. I did manage to get out of there and go to him.
And no, I never forgave her. I hate her with a passion and do nothing for her, even now. She can rot in her hell.
Pat - you and your posters feed my soul, challenge what I thought I knew and pull me from the little box of my life and into desiring to learn more.
Marina would be right there in all black if she could. Damn uniforms! She is fond of saying "Black like my soul!" I think thats supposed to mean she knows she's not a textbook perfect anything. Im very OK with that.
Lissa is so very lovely. Girls this age just can't see that in themselves.
If her "canoes" - like my daughters are now size 11 or so - I've got shoes to pass on!
Hi Pat! I check out your blog everyday as well. I've been following you for several years and am amazed with how grown up Lissa is. I also worry about you when you don't post for a few days.
I lived in Iowa for a few years(Boone, Collins and Cedar Rapids) and really enjoy your posts about gun town.
My grandmother raised me as well, for the same reasons you have Lissa. She wasn't as cool as you, but I am very grateful that she was able to take care of me.
Thank you for sharing your life here on the interwebs.
I have 5 cats and had a great laugh about the pop rocks in the litter box.
Lissa is beautiful especially now that she will allow her picture to be taken with her eyes open! I don't think I saw here eyes until this last year. A brown eyed red head! It's her quirky personality that shines though. I'm really relieved you saw that troll for what she was. While I admired your loyalty, I worried for you. It caused a lot of damage but none worse than the corrosion it caused its own soul. Or whatever you want to call that thing that makes a person who they are.
I have to say I found your site during a tough time in my life. I was dealing with brain cyst issues, and I've somewhat connected with your granddaughter in that way of neurology stuff. I was stuck in bed all day bored out my mind, but couldn't get up and do other stuff due to the virtigo and pain. Not sure how I came across your site, but I keep reading, and I've been reading ever since. This was about three years ago. So it sounds kind of dumb, but you've saved me from utter boredom. I will also say Lissa has become a very pretty girl with a fun attitude towards life, and the best grandma a girl could wish for! That first picture of her is like a painting, good job to the model and the photographer.
Dishy,
I think I found you shortly after that first post. ( and the comments on it cracked me up) I hope you don't get tired of hosting this little party for a long time. I have read her for so long that I can tell who the comments are from even before I see the name. Your blog has been a place (for many of us) to check in on and have a small break from the daily grind. It's been fun watching Lissa grow up and I can't wait for the stories her teenage years bring!
Snowbunnie
Pat, I've been around here (including Lambs Quarter) since the early Moon days and watched Lissa grow up. I don't think I've missed a day since. I use to use a different name. You would probably remember me. I wanted to cut ties with the whole Gosselin crowd (booooring) and really didn't like the trolls, so I changed names. You've hosted pics of my doggies and veggies in my garden on here. I did miss seeing your garden this year :(
Is Lissa wearing contacts now?
ur blog has progressed in so many ways and on so many levels, u have truly touched us all, touched me, with ur candid viewpoints and no holds barred love for ur family, critters and now us, we r a lucky lot. we can all see and enjoy u as the wonderful caring person u've been always been, smile with u, cry with u. I teared up reading this entry, I thought for a moment u were saying goodbye. seriously I too worry when u haven't posted in awhile. stay in good health friend.
Lissa is absolutely beautiful. and yes u have ur hands full, beautiful and smart, it's her job to push the boundaries and urs to keep them in check which I have no doubt u r very capable. keep up the good fight Pat. u r one of the good ones. hugs.
Race
I have also been lurking around your blog for ten years. A co-worker turned me on to your original snarky celebrity gossip blog. I loved your humor! I have stayed around as you transitioned to a more personal blog because you are a fantastic story teller - and I still love your humor! Thank you for letting us get to know you, it's been a pleasure!
xoxo
I would concur with the majority...Lissa has a unique beauty that she'll grow to appreciate. That hair...it's just gorgeous. Being a natural redhead is something many young girls loathe because it's "different". Not the typical blonde hair, blue eye ideal that is espoused in the magazines. I understand the struggle to watch over her...it's real and it's exhausting. To get them to a point where they don't unintentionally damage themselves is a full time job.
Like others, I don't know how I found this blog, but I've enjoyed the years. I remember it was right when Eric passed away and your writing was so raw and real. I'm sorry you've been plagued with trolls over the years, but I guess jealousy comes when your success becomes evident. Sadly, I was tracked through your blog to my own sad little blog and as a result, my inner most thoughts and feelings were used against me, so I had to shut it down. You've never bent to the deviousness of others and I respect that greatly.
Just as long as you're not planning on stopping, I'm happy. Yes, I'm greedy that way, but it's the fix I need everyday. I became addicted when you lived in the apartment with the dudes that BBQ'd in the hall. I read it and I was hooked. Laughed, really laughed at a time when I needed it.
Thank you for all the good times! YEE-HA!!!
Connie, your girls are so fucking beautiful it blows my mind. I have their photo on my fridge so I see them every day. But, they also have such good, sweet hearts that makes them even more precious than the physical beauty. They're smart too, sharp as tacks. Lissa is always whining, 'I wish I looked like Marina, waaa!' and I say, you need to get in touch with her and find out what she's into and why because she's smart! She might have something to teach you or open you up to something different. She wrote your girls a letter, but, I keep forgetting to mail it. Actually, I don't really want to because she didn't spend enough time on it. It was, is, so childish, which she is not. Oh, and that cat drawing, omg. That's on the fridge too. It's so fucking good. Lissa spent 3 seconds drawing hers to send. It looks like a wild pig who had cosmetic surgery to look like a Kardashian ass. She thinks she can't draw or paint because she doesn't paint like your girls. I tell her, paint like YOU, gd it. She's actually talented, but, too afraid to be different, you know? Only in fashion will she express herself and man, does she. I had to tape the dress code to the front door. Oh, and I snuck out two boxes of whore clothes her mom got her for school, today while she was napping. Her mom is not right in the head and buys her shit like, one shouldered sequined cocktail dresses and floor length strapless tulle ball gowns. FOR SCHOOL! I'm like, no. You can play dress up at home, but, you are not going out like that. Then she throws her famous hissy. But, some of these clothes are not even suitable for around the house to play in. Victoria's Secret and Fredericks of Hollywood on an 11 year old? Garter belts? Push up bras? Oh, fuck that. You have already been so generous, we both appreciate it a lot. The clothes you sent were sparkly and glittery, but, appropriate young girl clothes. She's still wearing a lot of them. Yeah, she has BIG feet, it doesn't bother her. She says it helps her balance when she plays sports. She's big into sports and good at all of them. Which is weird, because I despise them, but, I've never missed a game. She also loves being the tallest by far in her class and gets mad when I tell her the boys will catch up. LOL. She has 50 boy friends, a few shrimpy 5th graders and a shit load on the net. It is one huge pain in my ass to check her texts. She loves the gay and tranny guys. I told her she's to young to be a fag hag so I call her a fruit muffin. LOL. She's involved in a pre-teen and teen role playing group. Those kids are hilarious. Not in a kid way, they really are funny. We Skype with them and I always come in and embarrass her. Like, hi honey, did you get over your constipation? Grandma bought you some nice prunes so you can poop!' She threatens my death. HA HA HA. But, really, I just want to see these guys. So far, they're all young punks and since she loves British accents, there's not much chance of meeting them.
Diana-aka-RodkyMtnHi Hey, are you really enjoying the legal? I hope so. Soon it will be legal everywhere, I don't see how it can't. It's sad, but, I don't like a pot high. I would grow it in a heartbeat when it becomes legal though. I'm good at that. For pain, I have the Fentenol patches now. Scary shit, I didn't want them, but, the doc talked me into trying one and wow, it really helps my pain. Doesn't get me high either.
So, you're a former Iowa girl? Do you come back to visit family? Boone and CR aren't that far from me. A drive, but, not a huge trip. I'm in Clarinda, in the SW corner. Iowa, as you know, is beautiful this time of year. Also hot as a mother fucker. And boring. But, I sort of like boring. My Grandma helped raise me too. I have written about it on 'The Last Word', linked here. I'm working now on the story of my teen pregnancy and my son. It's a rough one, because I am telling the truth and it wasn't all good. He's gone now, so it makes it easier. I think he would have understood though. He really was a cool dude. A genuinely nice guy that everyone liked. I was always a weirdo and kind of the opposite. People can't like you if you won't let them know you. I have sort of blossomed on here. I know I have real friends on here. So, next time, tell me all about your 5 cats and their names. 5 cats?? I can barely stand 2. My cats have mental problems, I swear. I love them, but, they are so weird.
Hi ya Frim! Lissa is definitely quirky for reals, but, the brown eyes are from my stupid camera and lighting. I was going to correct it in photoshop, but, got lazy. No, she has really pretty blue eyes.
That troll. And my loyalty. OMG. I knew I was fucking up way before I kicked her ass. But, I was trying to distance myself in a nice way, not to hurt her. Instead, she felt me pulling back and glommed on harder. She would call and talk nonsense for hours. I hate being on the phone more than 15 min. I just don't like it. So, she'd talk and talk and I was so frustrated because I knew what she was doing. I did not know she was insane though. I really never got that. Eccentric, yeah. Tiresome, yeah. Repetitive, uhh huu. I hardly ever went to her blog because I couldn't pick through her entire day of bitching. I mean, she could type for 17 pages about brushing her teeth. But, just because I didn't get her blog, didn't make her a bad person. One day I realized, she was always mad. Always. Something pinged in my head finally. The anger, that kind of perpetual anger is a cover for something else, something worse. Also, by this time she had bragged to me about taking down enemies. About terrible spy and sneak things she'd done to people. Who according to her, deserved it. But, though I think revenge IS sometimes justified, how can you even know that many evil enemies? And how do you find time to stalk all these people? You'd have no life at all. There was a lot more. Lots. But, I had to make a break. She knew it and flipped out and told me to fuck off first, to give herself control. I thought that was fine, I was like, alright and went about my life. I did write her an email, a nice one, saying if I did something that hurt her, it was unintentional and I apologized and basically, have a nice life. She flipped out and said because I wrote her an email she was now having a breakdown and seeing a psychiatrist. And back on meds. I shit you not. So, I felt awful and left her alone. Well, THAT pissed her off too. If I posted a song to you guys, she read secret messages in it to her. I was like, what the fuck? Anything I blogged became a secret message or threat to her. I only found this out because someone told me I'd better go read her blog. It was true. She named names. She was a subtle as John Hamm's dick in jogging pants. So, I just ignored it. For months. But, it kept getting worse until eventually she had me investigated like some criminal in the witness protection program. She actually had nothing on me that I haven't told you guys or written in my stories. It was weirder than weird. So, then she investigated me some more. She knew my mother's maiden name, my ex husbands new husbands name and where they worked, where I had taught school (that was kind of funny because she had to admit I hadn't lied about my art degree), she knew what my license number on my car was, my social security number, and much much more. She knew I had been arrested, but, she got the actual charge, which was not the story.
part 2 frim..That WILL make it to my stories. (I aint no thief, I'm sorry to say, I was much worse and I'm very lucky I'm not in prison. It was an exciting past though.) Then she did the unthinkable and tried to threaten me that if I didn't 'obey' her, she would expose my son's secret. So, I exposed it. Fuck her. That was when I lost it. Up until then, I realized that she was sick and to be pitied. And that I was a fool to feel sorry for her and sort of take her in. She seemed so damn alone. AND, people were telling me to kick her off when she'd never done anything bad on my site. Little did I know what she did on other sites. OMG. So yeah, I fucked up trying to do the right thing. For the WRONG person. I wonder if she's in an institution now? She really should be. You will never know how much it hurt to lose you guys, but, I had to stand by my principals. Then I saw. And I felt so used by that nut job. You'll never know how happy I was that you came back, which I didn't expect because by that time I knew what she did to me and I could only imagine what she did to you. I have known insanity. I usually pick up on it fairly quick out of survival mode. But, it's hard on the net when you can't see the eyes. It's always in the fucking eyes. And OMG, the drug thing, remember? WTF? I will write about that when I get to the part where I make this blog. I'll tell it all, even if I look bad. It just doesn't matter to me. Only the truth matters. Bitch thought her neighbor was making meth and was spying on him to turn him in! Shit! She asked me what meth smelled like and I told her. Oh fuck the world. Since I knew what it smelled like I must be a junkie and a cooker and a distributer and fuck. Crazy. Fucking certifiable. I told her, not any more. LMAO. Cunt.Oh, enough on that twisted twat. She'll read this and have to go check into a nut hut. Watch out..
Kitty, you have never told me much about your brain thing and I AM interested because I have brain damage. Tell me what happened from the start and what they did to you. I really want to know, if you can talk about it. I can tell you more about my brain damage, my son's and Lissa's. I still have a hard time with words. My friends get it and wait through my pauses. But, I can sing without a pause. Isn't that weird? You don't comment a lot and I wish you would. I always enjoy your comments, they're always thoughtful and sometimes funny as hell. You are a real part of this site and have been for a long time.
Snowbunnie!!! My beautiful friend. Did we meet through crabbie or just all about the same time? You have always been so generous to me. You always seem to know when I've about had it and I'm stressed out and I'll find a box of delicious perfume samples and more. You have no idea how thoughtful I find that. It's like you just know and I dance around here and demand people smell me. Smell me, no, go on, smell me!! LOL. You know you don't have to do any of that to be one of my fav people, but, it's so nice when you pick up on my moods. I'm generally a happy bitcher, but, some days, omg. If I don't have enough stress, someone here brings me a giant truckload. Usually my mother...or Lis's mother. You need to comment more. I need you to. You are so reclusive-ish, I don't think these people know how gorgeous you are. You are really good looking. And good inside too. Although, I have to say, I have a good looking group here. I wonder how that happens? I accidentally saw myself in my monitor and scared the shit outta myself. No lie. Oh well. Hmm, Lissa's teenage years may be my end. This puberty stuff sucks. Who invented that shit?
snowbunnie..ps...say hi to your mom for me. She's a sweetie too.
That's the part I missed. I came on board after this happened and always wondered what had gone on. Sorry you had to go through that. Didn't she get picked up after that for something? I think I remember something like that but, like I said, I didn't know about anything and I didn't think it was my place to ask at that time.
Pan, I think I remember the other name. I like the change. I did love that gosselin site though. I loved Bo Moon, she was such and awesome person. Last I heard she was happily running her art colony commune type thing. Nice life. The trolls hurt her too and ran her off the net. My revenge is staying. Heh heh. Aww, maybe I'll garden next year. I expected to be moved by now, it's frustrating because my help got sick and I'm waiting. It is so close! Only the back porch and bathroom fixtures need in. I am having probs with the electric company, I did everything they said, cost me over 2 grand and they won't turn it on. Paperwork. Seriously. They suck. Anyway, you can send me pics of your garden. I'm a garden junkie.
No. Lis isn't wearing contacts. My bad photo skills made her eyes look brown. They are blue. Also, her optometrist told her she didn't have to wear glasses in the Summer. He meant because she's swimming, etc, not studying. She took him at his word and nothing I say will make her put them on. You have to be careful what you say to that kid.
Race, that was seriously one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me and I only hope I can halfway live up to it. Trust me when I tell you, raising this child is different than my own. Oh, I love her just as much, that's not the problem. I've just never had a kid with behavioral problems before and I work hard to keep my temper in check. For every horrible thing she does, she turns around and does something sweet and caring. I just get through the bad stuff by knowing it isn't permanent. She's no picnic sometimes and she can think of things no normal kid would even contemplate. I HAVE to stay one step ahead. It's exhausting and if I didn't have a place to vent, I might sit in a corner and take zanex or whatever they give mental cases and cry all day. Laughing and beating her at her own game is much more satisfying. Hey comment more, will ya?
xoxo, thank YOU and get a name and comment. I live for comments. The chickens give bad advice. The cats just want a maid. I think the Raccoon is planning a take over and the kid is mad as hell at me. Taking away her face book ruined her life!!!!
Angie, did my troll do that to you?? Sounds like her MO. She exposed everything she could about me, but, I'm such a big mouth, I'd already told you guys most of it. LOL. Plus, the garden I grow my fucks in is barren. I have harvested no fucks to give. Except when they fuck with my kids. My kids are and were pretty cool people. Nice people. No one is perfect, but, Troll. We should all wrap a fucking bandana around our heads and post the pics. And you're spot on about Lis. She wants to be a blond. She begs me. I say no. She wants a lip piercing. I say no. The little shit still has to be told 14 times to brush her teeth and she wants a lip ring. Like hell. She wants a Minaj butt. But why, grandma, why? Because, shut up. She wants a new kitten. We just got one! She hasn't fed it or scooped poo once. On and on. Ehh, at least she genuinely makes me laugh.
You know, I'll have to go back one of these days and see what I wrote after Eric died. I have no idea. I was in some kind of trance where I pretended he was just out in Hollywood and fine. I even kept his MSN active for 2 years. Just in case. We always talked every day. For the first 10 years, it was just me and him. We were pretty close. We actually hung out. Like with our gits and bands and parties and gigs and bars. It wasn't weird, he was my friend when he grew up. He was really funny too. I guess his daughter got that from him. I still can't believe he's gone. I found a lime green pick stuck in my hairbrush today. WTF? I said, "Hi kid, a little early isn't it?" Then I demanded that he introduce me to Cobain when I get there. I could have sworn I heard a laugh. Maybe.
Jane, the meat brothers OMG. After I left, I heard they moved to Omaha and one of them got killed in a shoot out. Those dudes were so GD weird. I remember they were beating on some woman and she was screaming down there and begging for her life and she kept sobbing that they please just let her go home. I was on with crabbie, going, what do I do?? If they know it's me, they'll kill me. But, I think they might have kidnapped her, I dunno. So, finally we decided I'd call 911 and when they got there, one of the meats opens the door and tells the cop, oh, my GF and I were fighting, but, we're good now. So the fucking cop leaves!!! I never did see a woman leave. Nor did I ever hear her again. So, yeah, when they set up a charcoal grill right in the inside hallway, I just opened the windows and gagged. Not many people scare me, but, they did. Mostly because my GD worthless family talked me into getting rid of my firearms when I moved 'safely' to town. Fuck me. We had a meth explosion in the next building and one of my windows got shot out on another night. Fuck, you can't fight with no gun. What was I supposed to do, throw popsicles and tater tots at them? I spent a lot of time on the floor. I bought an air mattress. Finally moved and got my gd guns back. I only have one now. I wanna buy another .22 revolver. Not one of them stupid big druggie guns and not one of them stupid clips. I want me an old fashioned .22 with a revolving chamber. I do have a 12 gage shotgun though, better than nothing.
btw. u captured Lissa so beautifully. I love the vintage spin u put on her look, Janis Joplin fun meets Brigitte Bardot gorgeous. which reminds me, that's who u looked like in the teeny tiny bikini, damn Pat, seriously. u looked like Brigitte Bardot!
I know u have ur hands full with Lissa, but u have a very resourceful brain. u r very intuitive. to say u can do it may seem empty compared to the work u have as her primary, but u can do it. and ur commitment is beyond simple words. u work from ur amazing heart. hugs!
lol, and u r seriously right about the critters. I'm a bloody slave to my herd of cats and that damn 20 yr old parrot, what the hell was I thinking!
Race
I have an old .22 revolver my dad gave me a long time ago. My grandpa was a policeman and he had taken it off someone who was drunk. Back then they did what they wanted with confiscated guns, or so I was told. Daddy got it from him. It's not what I would call an antique. But it shots straight and has an easy trigger and I like it. I always wanted a derringer so my husband bought me one. But that thing has such a tight trigger and I can hardly fire it. My fingers have grown weak. He also gave me a little .22 pistol he bought or traded from someone. And it's the same thing. I guess my fingers just aren't what they used to be. My husband worked on and built guns and rifles so we always had them around--until his eyesight got bad. In La. everyone has guns for hunting, target shooting, and just because. People my age and older in most cases grew up respecting what a gun could do. That's not so today. There are a lot of young thugs around holding their guns sideways and thinking they're tough. There have been a lot of people shot and killed in my little town. You just can't fix stupid.
Jane, you mean Troll? I have no idea, all I know is what she told me. She had a goddamn breakdown anxiety attack and her shrink had to give her extra meds and she was all freaked out. All form one polite email. I still have the email to show you.
jane again, I wouldn't want a derringer. Most of them seem to have a fault where your hand meat gets caught in the works when you fire. I don't know why. Cuz it's so small? I had trouble removing spent rounds too. Also targets are hard to hit with a derringer, even at real close range. They tend to drop the hammer without a trigger pull too! Also, they always seem to be broken.
I think they're cute cheap shit. But, I don't know a whole lot about guns. Maybe someone makes a real good one. But, I sure never found one. Men are always trying to sell women a derringer. Then you try it and it's shit. I like a revolver for a variety of reasons, though I have nothing against clip users. I like a small light hand gun, it fits, feels right and I am deadly accurate with them. I hate those big gangster monstrosities and that dumb ass sideways shooting. You ever notice those fuckers never hit anything? Serious, 15 idiots shooting it out and no one is injured.
Lis looks like a gorgeous English rose in those pics. My husband would have swooned. (appropriately, of course, not lewdly)
Pat, do you remember the show "Yancy Derringer"? You know the riverboat gambler? Well, that's where the desire started. Oh, and those 2 guns were call belly guns. Because you had to be that close to hit the person you were shooting.
My husband's favorite was the glock--like most men. I think it was a penis thing. I hated them and I had 2 holes in my guest bedroom wall to prove it. A lot of people have shot themselves (usually in the leg)with those damn things just trying to get them out of their holsters. Serves them right.
I haven't done any shooting in a while.
Pat, I think I've been following you for over ten years, is that possible?! You got me through tough times, you and Crabbie--you guys made me laugh when I needed it most. Lis is lovely, it's been fun watching her grow up. Be well!
Yes, Pat I do have a mmj card. The whole world is watching CO to see how we handle this and I think that we are doing a pretty good job. All the tax money goes to school infrastructure.
There are strains out there, Charlottes Web and Harlequin, that are high in CBD(the non psychotropic) that are used to help kids with seizure disorders. If you haven't heard of the Stanley brothers, check out what they do. There is so much good that this plant is capable of, we are just starting to figure it out.
Right after I last posted, I took one of my cats to the vet and unfortunately his kidney disease had progressed and we had to let him go. Very sad.
A few weeks ago we adopted a kitten that looks like the one that you just did.
I am originally from the south side of Chicago. We ended up in Iowa for a few years when my husband was working for that place that saves you big $.
I don't go home to visit anymore....too many bad memories.
Thank you for letting us into your life.
Hey, there!
I thought I would come back and join the conversation. Much calmer after meeting with the attorney late this afternoon. It's going to cost me, but, oh well. . .
I may be able to keep the house and refinance. Sounds great to me, but scary, too.
I remember what went on with the troll. I was very intimidated, and felt like I had to be very careful. It was surprising to me that she was so valued, but sometimes it's just like that in life. Whenever I went to her blog, I was so mystified at the things she wrote. I always wondered who is really interested in all that detail.
I'm sorry you had to go through that. I would seriously doubt that your mail to her did anything at all. She seemed to be on the very brink for a long time.
I am very sorry if I caused you worry at any point, by my absence. I know how that is, as I worry a lot when you don't post for a couple of days.
Christina
I would tell you more, but it's a long story and this tablet is stupid to try to type something that long on. I'll share when I have a chance to get on an actual computer. I have problems with words too, can't think of what it is but then bust out a complicated one later.
Been coming here since way before the Summer Of Britney 2007. I shockingly, saw your post one night about losing your beautiful son, Eric. I didn't think it was real. I was stunned. He was awesome. I had been following your site for a while then. Then the infamous troll's FaceBook DD Fan Page. Holy hell, that was the worst. Talk about a tyrant! And when we lost Beth in Spain. :(
One day, gawd, probably 8-9 yrs ago, or more, I Googled "Celebrity Gossip" and you popped up. Of late, I am an infrequent visitor. I also departed when Miz Ohio would cuss me out w/o cause. Right here on your site. YOUR site. She totally pirated your blog. And you seemed to almost encourage her. I have never felt the same about it since. Actually, once you even told her, about me, "You tell 'em ***". I visit here on a rare occasion. I don't use my name anymore. Nope. Got called filthy names & cussed & told to leave, a lot, by troll... too many times, never again. Very abusive site for a long time. I just f'g stopped. Fuck that shit. Ya know? Who needs that? Every time I commented, I got beat up. You seem to have a nice group here now. It's just not the same now. Too bad. You always say how strong you are or wish to be, but let someone steam roll over you and your guests, was not cool. I am not being mean, just venting. Never have before. This will be my only shot at it. Be well. I miss the times, back when it was fun. Peace.
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