Kendra looks great

Nothing gets rid of those excess baby weight pounds faster than having the entire world catch your husband sleeping with a transsexual model.

Some bla bla story HERE. You know what I think? I think she's free now and looking for a good time. Hank can't say a word.

"All About That Bass" Loco Mama

HERE is the link. The damn code won't work on here today.

I clicked this over on D-listed and listened to a little, then closed the window. The sound kept playing, so I ended up listening to the whole thing. Damn, this is actually pretty good. I looked it up on You Tube to share. I know it's weird, but, give it a chance. It's 100 times better than any other version out there. Made me wanna dance.

The red gloves

This is one of those personal posts about shit or people that irritate me. So, you've been warned. The other day, Lissa went over to Tuwella's for about 10 minutes and came back in with new gloves. I said, well, those are pretty, who gave you those? Instead of answering the question, she started going off about how she didn't like them and they don't match her dream coat (which we have not found yet) and I sighed. She's one of those kids, you have to have patience with. I think her attention span is the same as a gnats sometimes. I said, well, I hope you were polite to whoever gave them to you, now, who gave them to you? We went around again about how she wasn't wearing them, they were ugly, etc. I said, they are Scandanavian print and pretty and if you don't like them, who cares? They're gloves, you'll lose one in a day anyhow. I told her if they bothered her so much, I'd take them and she could go choose a pair of mine in trade. She was happy with that and went off to go through my hat and glove drawer. I called her back and asked again, who gave you those gloves?

Finally, she answered. "Oh, you know, that guy who visits Tuwella." What guy? She knows lots of 'guys'. The lawn guy, the meals on wheels guy, the multitude of relatives, neighbors..you get my point. Which 'guy' is buying you gloves and why? Lissa starts talking about this 'guy'. He's, you know, like, I dunno, he visits Tuwella! God damn, kid, get to the point. Okay, what's this guys name? She doesn't remember. She starts describing him and telling me she's met him before over there, he visits Tuwella. Yeah, I got that. Just when I get out of my chair to go ask Tuwella, she remembers a name. When she tells me, I get this sour feeling. Old grapes, I guess. I shake it off. That is not 'some guy', I tell the kid. THAT is your Grandfather. She gave me a blank look and then said, no, my Grandpa lives in Villisca. I said, your good Grandpa lives in Villisca, that's your mom's dad. This one is Eric's father. Your dad's dad. He lives in a Scandanavian township, which explains the print on the gloves.

I could write a whole book on here about why this dude irritates me so damn much, but, I don't want to waste my typing fingers on him. I was 17, he was 20. Birth control wasn't easy to come by. I ended up knocked up and was informed by my mother, as many girls were back then, that carrying, birthing and raising a baby was my punishment for my 'sin'. There were no choices back then for girls like me. Maybe that's why I am so pro choice now. Well, hell yes it is. But, back to the present. This guy spent my son's entire childhood ignoring him. Once he found out I was pregnant, I never saw him again, except when his car would pass by and he'd look straight ahead like he didn't know me. Fucking fine. Every once in a blue moon he would have one of his idiot girl friends call me and ask for a visitation date with my kid. I always said yes. I won't go into reasons now. But, every single time, I would get the kid dressed, comb his hair and he'd be waiting..for his daddy..and this asshole would never show up. It was heartbreaking to watch. Every time. Eric never even met him until he was grown up. Daddy dear gave him some sob story about how he 'tried to find us' for years. Ya fuckin' doofus, we lived about 50 miles from you, where I was when I met you, and I was in the phone book. Such a liar. Eric knew he was full of shit. He was polite to the guy, but, never formed any kind of a bond with him. But, here's the weird part..my mother did.

I have no idea where my mother keeps her brain. I really don't. But, somehow in her head, this guy is the bees knees. Anything he did or didn't do can be explained or excused by her. I still, to this day, cannot figure out how I was the sinner who had to pay (according to her) and he just breezes around whenever he wants. I cannot figure out the bond he and my mother have developed either. He really likes her. He goes to auctions now and he buys her boxes of junk and she loves that. He visits her on the regular..he has for years now. She has this wall of photos, it has me and my brother's baby photos and the cousins. One day I went over there and she had taken my baby photo down (limited wall space) and guess who's baby photo had replaced mine? Yep. His. What the fuck? Okay, it's so bizarre and so typical of my mother to do something like that, that I laughed my ass off. His baby photo is still center stage in her living room. Mine is probably in one of the junk drawers. That's fine. I was a little Albino, I wouldn't have won any prizes. The rest of the family is dark (Cherokee) and my photo never quite fit in anyhow. But, his doesn't either. He's light complected. I am off subject. Sorry. But, my point is..this guy and my mother irritate me. I ignore the whole thing. It is her right to be friends with anyone she wants. I have that right too, though I still have to explain that to her once a month, at least.

So, Lissa has lived here, at least, part time all her life. With Eric and now me. I am 20 feet away from Tuwella's back door. So, if good old Grandpa wanted to know his Granddaughter, wouldn't you think he'd have made that big walk by now? Nope. I didn't even think he knew her name. Suddenly he's buying her gifts. The gloves and yesterday a new pink fancy hairbrush. If this isn't odd enough, he also asked, via my mother, for a school photo. I shrugged and said, sure. I gave Tuwella a 5x7 to give him. Nope, that's not good enough. He wants an 8x10. I only ordered an 8x10 for her mother. Because, one, they're expensive and two, they usually suck. Well, this years didn't suck, it came out beautiful and looks like a glam photo. But, I'm not one to hang family photos around. So, I kept my 5x7 and handed out the rest. Gave Lis her wallet exchanges and threw the envelope away. Now this dude is bugging me, through my mother, every fucking day, for a big photo, which he says he'll be happy to pay for. No amount of explaining to them that I have no idea where to order it will do. I finally told her that if he's not happy to get the same size photo that I have, then he can call the damn school and ask them who took it. I am not doing that.

So, there ya go. That's my bitch this week. He is irritating me. My mother is irritating me with him. He is not that important that she has to run over here delivering his stupid messages that he doesn't have the balls to bring to me himself. And why is he so suddenly interested in this kid?? I don't trust him or my mother and I never will. Maybe he has finally grown up enough to want to know his own flesh and blood, maybe it's that simple. But, I am not assuming that and I never will. Don't expect any 'Gramps takes the kid to the circus' days, is what I'm saying. You guys know what I'm saying. The last time I actually talked to him was at the funeral home, at Eric's visitation. He said, 'I'm sorry' and I said, 'Thank you'. He didn't even come to the funeral. Bitch.

As for my sins and punishments? Yeah, well, I may have had to shoulder all the responsibility and I still resent my mother for that. But, I never resented my kid. I don't have to tell any of you moms how tough it was sometimes, but, I also got to know a really cool dude. HE never did. He missed out on that and I don't care what his reasons were anymore. I just don't care. He can watch his son on You Tube and that's as close as he will ever get to knowing what an amazing person Eric was.

Baby Bat hospital in Australia

THIS article promises to change the way you think about Bats. It didn't. Because I think Bats are the coolest. These baby Bats being cared for there, bathed, nursed and combed, are Fruit Bats. We don't have Fruit Bats here, unfortunately. But, we have our regular Bats in the attic sort of Bats. I was once very ignorant about Bats and when my husband and I bought a huge Victorian Gothic house, I was freaked out to find a small colony of Bats in our attic. Our attic wasn't one of those crawl spaces you usually find here, no, it was beautiful, with it's own stairway and doors and bits of architecture. It was just unfinished. I had dreams of making it a real Gothic attic looking attic for no other reason than, wouldn't that be cool? A place decorated with old trunks and dressmaker forms. A place to store dusty books and Depression dishes and Victorian clothing. Our attic would have actually been the fourth floor of the huge house. Anyway, I never got around to it, because one of the few times I was up there exploring, I picked up an interesting looking board and flipped it over. Right in my face, was a bat clinging to the board. He or she, was hissing and showing tiny sharp teeth.

Typical of a female who was warned all her life about Rabid Bats and Bats stuck in your hair (horror movie shit) I flipped out and threw the board. I ran for my life. Hey, I have a lot of hair, okay? But, in tossing the board, I dislodged the poor Bat and before I could get down the stairway and shut the door, he beat me to it. He was in the house. I was alone, except for a new baby, who was not much help.  I am not good at killing things that don't need killing, even a Bat. After I got ahold of myself, I put my hair in a tight bun and went after the thing. He was bumping and flapping around the second floor like Vincent Price was after his ass. When he got exhausted, he came to rest on a set of very expensive and horribly ugly custom drapes that came with the house. Holding my breath, I jammed my old bathrobe over him and carried the whole bundle out to the back deck. I threw it over the side. It landed in the yard, far below, and I watched.

He managed to find his way out of the bathrobe, but, then he just crawled around the yard. Flapping. I was like, WTF? Why didn't he just fly off? Maybe he had Rabies!? I watched him off and on all afternoon and just when I had decided for sure that something was wrong with him and he needed to be killed, my husband came home with this asshole friend of his with him. The asshole friend actually knew something (for once in is dumb asshole life) and he laughed at me and told me, Bats can't take off  from the ground. They need to drop from a height to get launched. What??

To make this long boring story shorter, I'll cut to the chase. Asshole was right. Once the Bat was placed in a tree, he took off with no problem. But, the whole thing made me so curious about Bats that I went to the library and got books on them. Turns out, Bats are our friends. They eat masses of the annoying insects, like Mosquitos, that torture us all Summer. If it wasn't for Bats, we wouldn't be able to sit outside at all. Also this 'all Bats have Rabies' crap, is just that. Crap. Bats are no more susceptible to Rabies than most other animals. I will be 61 this month and I have never seen a Rabid Bat. I have seen other Rabid animals, but, not a Bat. I also decided they're pretty damn cute. That one in the attic must have been terrified when this giant woman woke him from his nap. I became a Bat lover after I read about them and began to sit on the deck at dusk, when they wake up, and watched them go out to hunt. I still do that here. I love watching the Bat dance in the sky. They are amazing and move so differently than birds. It's like they have some dark magik in them. They are really quite beautiful in their own way.

As for the Bats that were in our attic, I decided to leave them alone. It wasn't a big enough colony to worry about Guano or anything, and what's more Goth than Bats? But, if you do have them in your attic and you want them out, just build them some Bat houses and attach them where you'd like the Bats to live, then wait for dark, when they leave to hunt, and seal up your openings. Done. And no Bats killed. Besides, it's illegal in a lot of places to kill off Bat colonies. Besides being just uncool. I have become such a Bat lover now that I have helped injured Bats or Bats who get stuck on the ground. Poor things. And when you look at one, who's not pissed off, up close, they are the cutest dang things. Little pointy faces and dark liquid eyes. Furry cuteness, with those strange hairless umbrella like wings. I wish we had Fruit Bats, they are too cool. But, our little ones are cute too. Give a Bat a break when you see one. You don't have to dress it in baby clothes, but, hey, don't smash it with a tennis racket when you can just throw a towel over it and take it outside. Be sure and put it up high so it can fly away. Oh, I also found out that that hissing thing is just a defense when they're scared. They really don't want to bite you. Usually when you talk softly to them, they understand you mean no harm and they calm down. Amazing creatures, Bats.

Our own little Polly had her dream come true!

Polly has given birth to a fine, healthy, perfectly beautiful baby boy! She had a C-section because the cord had wrapped his wee neck four times! I am sure there is some lore to that which gives him super powers of some sort, but, as for now, he is a cuddle bug. Isn't he precious! He weighed in at 6 pounds 13 ounces and caused quite the drama. But, both baby and mom are doing well now.

Peter is a great dad already. I can see the look of wonder on his face as he holds his new son. A son who, by the way, looks like he feels quite safe in this new world.

Awww, look how peaceful and precious he is. Such a handsome little thing. I'd just love to hold and cuddle him, but, alas, I am too far away. I can only send good energy and peaceful dreams, sweet little boy. Congrats Polly, you will be a wonderful mom. Congrats Pete, you were meant to be his dad. I think he chose you both, because he wanted the best. Much happiness.

Trash, Teasure and tricks...I love this old house

The basement. It's always been sealed up and I couldn't get in there. My curiosity was killing me. Yesterday, I noticed one of the workers left it open with a ladder down into the solid cement hole that is the entrance. They'd had to move around some plumbing at the request of some stupid woman who didn't want her shitter practically sitting in the kitchen. Men call that practical. I call it gross. Anyway, they had warned me not to go down there and said it was a dark labyrinth of junk and danger. You know, me, being a delicate flower and all (shut it). But, my love of mysteries and  antique oddities got the better of me. I should have been more prepared. No one was around, so I propped open the heavy wood door, covered in silver looking tin, and I found a big rock and an old wooden box to put on it and make sure no spooks trapped me down there with no opening for light. Why don't I carry a flash light in my purse? That is now on my list. I had a pin/key light, but, that was just ridic against this darkness. It was blacker than black as soon as I entered the first 'room'. Even with the door propped open. Of course the door is five feet up though a slant of solid and pretty modern cement work that looked normal. By the way, the door is hidden outside, by side of the deck. There is no inside entrance to the cellar. This was common back in the old days. They called it a fruit cellar and only used it to store hand canned veg and fruit to get them through the bitter Iowa Winters. It was also the 'twister' cellar, where every one ran to if a twister looked too close or on the wrong path. Good to know, really. It opens from the flat ground. If you didn't know what it was, you'd assume it was a large piece of scrap tin thrown near the unused deck with a few scrub trees grown up around it. (Those trees are waiting their end..by me..when I find time.) Which, by my Pagan beliefs, means I must make amends to nature, and I will. Just give me time, gowddammnit nature!

This first room was medium size and the most cluttered with junk and trash. Castoffs from many different ages. From 1600's to welcome to the 1990's. I am an equal opportunity junker. Yes, a historic piece that gives me clues to the house is pretty dang awesome, but, isn't that yet another ceiling fan laying under that insulation in the corner? Yes, it is. And it has white paddles. This will make the forth one I've found and the only white one. One of these motors has to work (law of averages) and which ever one works, is getting white paddles. So there. I am old...and hot. I needs me a fan in the kitchen, not a chandelier. I uncover and count them. Yep. All there, in good shape. I also dig up two more lighting fixtures, 70s style, but, not bad. Unbroken. Glass. Tulip shaped. Those I pile in the corner near the opening for 'just in case'. Still. I feel this is slim pickens from a house this old. A house where the cast off junk went into the cellar. It's clear, they did not throw food stuffs or the contents of chamber pots down here. Probably because some old lady of the house would have tarred and feathered them. No, it's just what was past it's use and wouldn't burn.

I really wanted to point out the house pilings. Yeah, you know that the three different cellar walls with timber would have held this place up until the second coming, but, that wasn't enough for someone. Do you see the pilings? Holy shit! They have easily been there for more than a hundred years. They are HUGE and look like the masts on large sailing ships. I can't get both arms around them and they are solid. They will be there forever. They had brought in one extra and I wanted to take it out, to use as a conversational garden bench. But, alas. It would take a machinery and a wench. I sat on the ground and tried to make it roll by pushing with my feet and legs (I have very strong legs) it would not budge. Not even half an inch. I smell the wood. It had been homemade treated with something that smells like rum and tar. They're shiny and waterproof. More secrets there.Whatever it is, it has lasted this long with no inscet damage or chips...so, hey, it makes me feel safe. I'll take it. I like them. I like imagining who snarked them from the shipyard and somehow brought them home.

I've done a little research and back in the 1600s, this place was one of the first colony houses, before Iowa was a state, when people made their own laws. The house would have been made of Iowa clay with a true thatched roof. The foundation would have been made of the many rocks they found clearing farm land and the cellar would have been small, only placed under one room. Big enough for Winter food storage and some extras hay for the animals. And also for the family to stand and sit on the hay in case of a deadly storm. Good enough for me. I will rake it clean and throw some of the old car seats down here along with water bottles and a radio to track the storm. A deck of cards and some old blankets and pillows and we should be quite comfortable, should a tornado decided to hit us.

The strangest thing about the cellar, is, it wasn't supposed to be a crawl space. You can tell. I can tell because I was nosey. I found a crudely built, but, very sturdy wall of shelves in the from room and on closer inspection, I took a piece of tin I found and used it as a hand shovel. Indeed, I was right, the crude shelves go down a lot farther than it appears. As if this space is much deeper. Sometime, when people stopped relyeing on home made canned goods (did a general store appear in town?) they decided the modern age was upon them and they began to cast off anything they thought was old fashioned and useless. The working men I know called it a crawl space, it sent shivers through me. Crawl spaces are awful and if you run into a Water Moccasin or Copperheads, or just a pissed off mama coon, it's hard to get away. Don't even mention a skunk. EWW.  But, I'm a short person and I didn't have to crawl. I just crouched and walked. In some places, I had plenty of room to stand up.

I found the second room. It seems there is now a room for every room in the upper house. I don't believe this was original, two reasons. The first I explained. They didn't need it for storage or tornandos. It was the onslaught of the late 1,900s that brought about crude plumbing. And so, they took sledge hammers and broke though the cobblestone foundation, which was now covered with homemade uneven brick. Probably made from Iowa and Missouri clay, and they made a hole big enough for a normal sized man to step on some bricks and climb through. I'm small now and it was plenty large enough for me. I took a stick and jammed all the spider webs full of eggs off and made my way into the next room. The next room was good sized, but, a true crawl space. It set much higher than that first room. It was much less messier. Only torn out pink insulation, I suppose from the celling in an attempt to keep the wooden floor warm. I have uncovered the wooden floor and it is OLD and not pretty. Plenty of breeze space up though the uneven planks, it cannot be saved, though its sturdy and in it's own way pretty. I plan to patch every crack and cover it over. Anyway, the second room I crawled though was clearly the bathroom. It must have been the nursery or possibly a pantry. I slithered over some roll of plastic that had been put there by a thoughtful plummer and joyfully inspected the work. Hell to the yes. A man who listened to me. My toilet has been re-routed to the other side of the fairly large room and my shower will be right in the middle! I was told by Mr. Joey, this couldn't be done. Well, it IS done and while men may wonder how I will deal with a square shower in the middle of the bathroom, they do not see the beauty of a private toilet cubical with a lovely old window beside it for ventilation. I have saved my old lovely window. I am happy. Besides, I avoided that goofy bathtub shower which would have covered the window and  franky, I have days when getting over that tub to take my shower would have been way too difficult. Joey would not listen to me...but, his dad did. He doesn't even question me. He just says, 'You're weird' and then he does it. He figures it's MY house and he doesn't care as along as I pay him. And he's FAST, he works like he has superpowers.


Anyway, I was all over that cellar, I spent about two hours rooting around. Wish I had better pics, but, the camera acted up in the pitch dark. I noticed that the new pluming is all metal and iron to match the existing antiques. Hey, if it hauled poop with no problems for a hundred years, lets, leave it to do it's thing. The whole thing looked pretty tight, except for one window that was broken and boarded up. And one crack in the masonary in the front part. Easy fixes. It was dry as a bone, even with all the rain we've had. The furnace looks new, only problem was, coons were using the duct work as a jungle jim and tore it all out. I can fix that, no problem.

The greatest part is, not only was it dry, I found no life down there. It was clear some young coons had played down there, but, there are too many people showing up now. They're wild, they won't be back. I actually did manage to find some real treasures. Let me show you.

Look! An old home made pie safe! It was buried in the dirt and I dug and dug in the dark, working on instinct. I finally was able to feel it, and I dug some more! Once I got it out and realized what it was I was so happy. It even has home made knobs! And little shelves for the pies. The sides are screen wire too! The back had rotted off, but, I can fix that. It thrills me to think this was once in my kitchen! It will be again as soon as I get it cleaned up and repaired.

I also uncovered this, I call it a setee. It may have been a bus seat or a model A seat, I dunno. If you do, tell me. It used to have green fake leather. The springs lift out. The iron frame and feet are just so  cute.It's going to be redone and sit on my deck.

I also unearthed this beautiful Mona Oil sign. Some of that is dirt. It was buried. It's in fair shape and I think its petty and unique. I'm going to sell it.
There are so many things buried down there in a crawl, crowch space that seems like it used to be a lot deeper. A mystery to solve someday when I'm bored.

Violence at a place of historic violence

The local buzz today is that there was some sort of disturbance at the Villisca Axe Murder house and the police were called. HERE is one report. It seems some 'paranormal investigator' went koo koo for Coco Puffs and stabbed himself in the house. I've blogged about this place, in a neighbor town here, before.

I have also said, and it's probably on here somewhere, that this house sits on a curse of some sort. I may not have said it like that, but, I have decided that's what it must be. I have also said, over and over again, that whatever 'it' was that made that person in 1912 take an axe and end the lives of two adults and six innocent children, is still there waiting. Yep. And this stabbing does NOT prove my claim. This isn't it. This isn't what 'it' wants. Maybe it's getting stronger though. It want's blood, death and horror. I don't give two shits who thinks I'm crazy. I accidentally spent the night in that fucking place alone (long story, on here somewhere, I'll tell it again if you're interested) and I met the spirit that has claimed that place. It is not Human and it bothers me a lot. Yep. It fucked with my head. It fucks with a lot of people's heads, which is why it's such a popular spot for para investigators, professional and amature. You can tour it in the daytime for a few bucks or for more bucks, you can rent it out for a night or a whole weekend. Unsupervised. You and your friends can do whatever you want in there. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Ordinarily, I think ghost hunting is good clean fun and great way to spend time. But, not here. Look (HERE) at the faces of the victims.

I'm in a chatty/typy mood, but, I will not waste much more of my time on this house. If you like the spooky, like I do, it's a good place to look up and read about. There are two movies about it, that I know of. And documentaries. Oh, and it was featured on 'The Scariest Places On Earth', with Linda Blair narrating. Remember her in The Exorcist? She is so cute and has that cute spooky voice. Anyway.. There are also many films of it on You Tube, some showing real paranormal activity. I know they're real. Because I saw it too. But, somehow, that night, when I was all alone in the dark (no electricity in the old place) I got some sort of a handle on what is there. Now, it makes me totally sick and chilled to see the visitors 'playing' with the children's ghosts. Oh, yes. The ghost children will open and close their closet door for you (as if on cue) almost any time you ask and you can film it. The ghost children will play ball with you, rolling it back and forth. The slant of the old wooden floors makes no never mind, they can even roll it uphill or over bumps. There are quite a few toys and books there, people have left for the dead children. Many of them antiques. The whole place is filled with things the Moore family would have had in 1912. Interesting place.

BUT..I'll tell you, like I tell anyone who asks me around here...leave it alone. Just leave it alone. If you HAVE to see it for yourself, go on the day tour. Do not be there at night. It gets stronger at night. It is waiting to exploit another weak person and it will find one. Weak of mind, confused, mentally ill, unbalanced, on drugs or drunk, bi-polar maybe? Do not go in that house. The murders WILL happen again someday. It is waiting. Don't let yourself be in that house when it happens. And by the way, those ARE not the ghosts of children playing with people. That is the imposter. I know. He did it to me too. I stayed in Lena and Ina's room. I slept in their bed. They were the last to die and they were not sleeping. There's more, but, that's enough for now. Just be like Alissa. She has a teenage aunt in that town. They're close and she sometimes spends the night with her aunt. They have to walk past this house to go swimming. I told her fine, just stay across the street. I made her swear to me on all the family she loves that she would NEVER step foot in this house of horror. I could see in her eyes that she meant it when she said she'd never be talked into going in there by anybody. Never. I wish I had never seen the inside of it myself. So pretty, so historic...so goddamn evil. And, trust me, it's not finished. It is just waiting for the right time and the right person..then the horror will repeat.

Celebs caught photoshopped

Coco herself posted that photo. Hmm. If you don't see it, click it and take something straight (a piece of paper, a pen. I used my cig pack.) and hold it up to the line where the white woodwork should meet. Really, Coco, if you're so proud of your body the way it is, then why take part of it out? We can handle it, we could I tell ya.

Dunno who did this one, but, it's too much. Kris just looked like she'd been up all night doing lines with her new BF..who cares? But, what the hell did they do to Gordon?? Why did they make his eyes smaller and squintier?? They also removed his smirk. He's a wrinkled up mess and we all know it. I'd do him anyway.

Found these at PS Disasters, linked here.

A defiant Duggar daughter? Hmm

The Internets are abuzz, ABUZZ, I say, with stories about how pretty Jessa Duggar and her new husband Ben Seewald refused to display their first kiss in public and instead, kissed in private later, with no cameras or relatives around. The two also 'accidentally' held hands before they were engaged, though that was in prayer. So, I don't even get that story. Anyhow, supposedly, Jim Boob and the Baby Factory were so shocked at the refusal to kiss in public, that they went around to the film crews and ask that the looks on their faces be deleted. Jessa is now called the defiant one. Maybe that should be in caps, I dunno. Maybe she won't be pregnant next week. That would be cool. She's still married to a man her father essentially picked out for her. A man she was in love with before she ever met him. Kathmando and all that. You have to watch the show to get that, I guess. It's sort of romantical, sort of dorky, as all Duggar romances are. When I hear Kathmando, I think of Janis Joplin, which is funny-odd, because she was almost as hung up, before she met the blues, as the Duggars are. Not quite, but, beehive almost. And SHE escaped (in death). Sorry, just random thoughts.

I read THIS article, which led me to the Free Jinger site. Don't click it there. Click it HERE, if your curious. Less annoying ads. That site deals too much with the bible, as far as I can see. I am soon to be 61 and I don't need any more religious study. Believe me when I tell you, I have studied it enough. None of my questions were ever answered. Oh, they were, but, in a million ways. You know what I mean. It doesn't do any doubter any good to have someone else interpret the word of a god, when the doubter doesn't believe there is a god to write all the clap trap in the first place. Just like it will do no good to make a website to help the Duggar kids and other religious prisoners escape the wrath of said imagined god and his followers, when they believe their parents are good and loving.

Kids don't throw their parents away. Parents throw kids away sometimes, but, I have never seen the opposite. Maybe it happens, but, I've yet to see it. All the Duggar kids know their parents love them and that is their true prison. Not god or any following or belief. That's just the aftermath. Or the foundation of their abuse. They can never separate the two.

So, public first kiss or not..Jessa is and always will be, a Duggar. What do you think?

Controversial self portraits

Self portraits by some artist person..HERE. That's the way I wear my heels now and you have no idea how many times I've wanted to shove pantyhose over my boobs.

Kendra On Top Marathon

I watched this whole thing as a marathon the other day and Kendra went from screeching at Hank, "YOU MOTHERFUCKING TRANSEXUAL PERVERT SON OF A BITCH, MOTHER FUCKER, YOU AINT NO FATHER, IT'S DIVORCE TIME, MOTHER FUCKER!!!!" (while clutching his husband of the year award so tight she cut her hand on it and had to go to ER) to now saying, she will spend her entire life learning to forgive this 'amazing' man she married before she spends one more night as a single mom.

I shit you not. I laughed my ass off. Them crying kids are a bitch. She has a nanny too.

Pumpkin Theif

Taken by Max Ellis in his backyard. Oh, come on, how cute are those??

Trick or Treat

The only trick or treaters I got all night. Britney Spears and Dangerous Ninja (he stabbed himself with his own sword.) I made a huge basket of special treat bags. All this candy and other treats left over. Gaaaa! Maybe next year will be better when we live closer to the street. I sure have enjoyed seeing all your dressed up kids on Face Book though. They're all just adorable.

Samhain celebrations 2...

We are not a bunch of scary Debil worshipers. Samhain, usually pronounced 'Sowain' is a beautiful and fun New Years Eve honoring of those who have passed on. With food, drink, drumming, chanting, singing and music. Oh, and calling it Sam-hain is just fine.

Your gathering can be large or small. It can be done all alone, if you wish. There are no rules for that sort of thing.

You may dress formally in your best gowns and cowels..or you may wear your every day clothes. You may paint your face or make elaborate head dresses and costumes to imitate your favorite deity..or not. You should always take a ritual bath before attending though. That is pretty mandatory. It shows respect to the spirits. As does the offering of food and drink.

Yes, Pagan children attend the ceremony. They love it, they beat drums and use noisemakers and sparklers. There is nothing scary going on. Lissa loves to see what the spirits drink. She measures the amount in the glasses put out for the dead to see if they've sipped. Oh, and witches children DO participate in Halloween. They trick or treat with their friends, Pagan or non Pagan. The Samhain celebration takes place after Halloween, usually around 9pm. The real circle calling and spooky stuff takes place at the witching hour..3 am. The kids are safe in bed by then. Yes, we hire babysitters, just like you.

I just wanted to show some of you who aren't familiar with Samhain what it REALLY is. It's damn good fun and positive magik is the only magik allowed. Happy and Blessed Samhain, to all of you.

PS, yep, some Pagans go sky clad. I wouldn't recommend it at my age, plus it can get dang chilly.

SAMHAIN CELBRATIONS!

Samhain celebrations typically feature fire dancers. But, you don't have to get fancy. Sparklers will do.

A ghostly visitation

This is a good one. Credible sources, real film that shows the spirits, a nice story and people who aren't afraid. It sort of warms your heart.

It's almost here!

I'm damn excited about Samhain. It's gonna be good this year. My decorations are nothing huge, but, they look good. I put that cute cat on wallpaper size, if you want it. I didn't post for a couple of days, I've been so damn busy. My mom was in the hospital for pneumonia (don't worry, she loved it, she told me so) but, she ran me ragged. Plus Lis and all her activities and I'm still driving all the way to that pain clinic every time I can find someone to keep an eye on mom and the kid. Oh, and I had to take all her house animals in and my cat doesn't know them. They played cute, but, also fought seriously, mostly over food, and it was loud and a pain in my ass, Plus one of them, don't know who, gave my cat fleas. Great. A trip to the vet I have to find money for. Speaking of money, I may be broke, but, the new house is really coming along. I will get pics today. The bathroom is gutted down to the dirt underneath. The laundry room, porch is all cleaned out. PLUS, under all those tons of garbage we found a beautiful hundred year old solid wood door with all the brass fittings and a window that has miraculously not been broken. I was so thrilled.

I hope you are all doing well, let me know.

That looks more like Samhain. Halloween is for the children. We will have our fire, beat our drums and invite in all those who have gone before us. We will have a feast for the dead and do nice spells for good wishes. I love Samhain,

It's over

Well, Here Comes Burping, Farting Honey Boo Boo has been cancelled. TLC got freaked out by the allegations that Mama June, who is separated from Sugar Bear is dating the man who molested her oldest child, Anna, AKA Chickadee, when she was just a little girl. June issued a statement saying it was all lies, but, good old Uncle Poodle followed the two and got photos which he sold to TMZ. Or Radar, I forget. Whatever, you can't fight photos that obviously aren't photo shopped. Word's out that June also bought this guy a car. The guy just got out of the pen for molesting another child, he was never convicted of molesting Anna, but, I believe Anna. Because..come on, he just did time for doing it again.

The first rumors that came out claimed Sugar Bear was looking for love on websites. I don't know if that's true or not, but, it was always clear to those of us who watch the show that June had more interest in her jar of cheese balls than Sugar. Maybe because she's always been in love with this convict. Now, I'd bet she's been flying him kites or taking collect calls for years. I am so disappointed in her. I really liked June. I knew she had a shady past, very shady. But, so do lots of people and they change. I knew she didn't really raise Anna, her grandparents did. Lots of good people have that happen too. But, get this..one of her other daughters, I believe it's Pumpkin, also has a father who is doing time for child molestation. WTF? I don't understand any of this. Why was June involved with at least two men who are child molesters???

Oh, June, what have you done? You have lost a large source of income for your entire family and worse, you may be exposing your two youngest daughters to a convicted sex offender. An offender who likes young girls. There are photos of this man with Alana, who is only eight years old. Social Services is 'looking into' the situation and my bet is, they were called by Anna who has a grudge, but, is also worried about her younger sisters. Those girls are surprisingly close and Anna watches out for them. That's always been clear. This whole thing is terrible and makes me sick. Since June has definitely been involved with not one, but, two child molesters, you have to wonder what's in her head. Her 'I look good when I paint up the old barn' attitude now seems like total bullshit. You'd have to hate the hell out of yourself to take up with these men knowing what they do. I hope she let's the two youngest girls go live with Sugar Bear where they're safe because my experience with Social Services showed me that they do not have the children's safety as their first priority. Reuniting bio parents and kids is the number one priority. And Sugar Bear is not the biological parent to any of them except Alana, even though he has been a father to all of them. Him and June are not legally married either. Which by law and Social Services leaves that second youngest girl up a creek with no one to protect her. When your own mama won't keep you safe, who have you got? That's the way it is. I've lived it and seen it first hand. I have nothing more to say. I just feel sick.

Phillip, the collective mind experiment, documented and real, which created a spirit who was quite real and not always nice

I am putting the entire documentation in here for those of you who wish to read and understand. But, for the impatient, you may skim to the good parts. Do not doubt Philip was real and he was created by a group of ordinary bright individuals as a paranormal experiment. He was given a name, a background story and a life. He did not appear immediately, it took a long time of dedicated concentration and was a group effort. He became quite real. What started out as a lark, some mysterious fun, soon became a full fledged interacting paranormal being and is one of the most documented cases. Was he simply a Poltergeist, feeding off living human energy? ( A projection of confused excess energy.) Was he a Demon that had been waiting for a chance to be called into our world? I do not believe so, as there were no adolescents in the group. And Demonic forces (for lack of a better word, are always evil.) Philip was what my Grandmother warned me about. A Fetch. Fetches are paranormal beings, ghosts if you will, who never had a corporeal body. Fetches are created by gifted people for many reasons, protection, amusement and putting fear into enemies, to name  few. A group of balanced people can easily create a Fetch, if they are dedicated. I remember asking my Grandma, if I could make one, having just learned of Poltergeists and how they fed off a young girls energy. Poltergeist is a German phrase for 'noisy ghost' and sounded harmless. But, Poltergeists are not ghosts at all. Generally, they are a manifestation of excess energy and have no real personality. Unlike a Fetch, who becomes a true thinking being.

But, one thing you must know about ALL Fetches. Though at first, they seem to be friendly and want to please you, as they grow older and stronger, they will demand their independence. In doing so, they become mischevious and finally mean. Evil is not too strong a word. They become harmful. Even deadly. When they can no longer be controlled, they must be contained. It is not possible to destroy a Fetch, they are here to stay. You must think of a way to trick them into being controlled or they will destroy you and everyone in your house after you are gone.

If you don't believe me, fine. But HERE is a documented paranormal experiment and experience with Philip the Fetch. This is not a Halloween story, it is a true story that baffled the participants and noted scientists.

I have to add, that I think unless you are really diligent and know your child, it is quite possible for a kid to create a Fetch thinking he or she is just making an imaginary playmate. There are documented cases of this. Thankfully, they are very rare and more imaginary friends are just figments bored children come up with to have someone to play tea party or match box race track with. But, if odd things start to happen around them, like you're sure you hear distinct voices when you KNOW your kid is alone, spring for the small amount of money to have a sympathetic psychic check it out. I only charge $20 bucks, plus transportation and usually for a child's worry, it's free. Most psychics aren't out to rip you off. We make enough money at adult curiosity parties, not to mention free food and some people make awesome sangria. I always give the kiddos a free three card draw when my clients come in and can't find a babysitter. With parental permission, of course. I've yet to meet a rude child in my reading room. I also keep dollar Glade with a label I print out for ghost and monster busting. it works almost every time. It's free. You can make it yourself, if you want, I'll put on the label, you can print out. If it doesn't work, then I get worried. Fetches are real and they're bitches. Read the article, it will blow your mind. Philip isn't the only case, he's just the most famous.

Happy spooking.

Imaginary friend for sale on eBay

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Georgia, there in that staged photo, was told by her shrink to let her imaginary friend go, so she's put him up for sale on eBay. The two are sharing dinner in that photo, which is also bullshit, if you look at the stupid food. It's probably all she had in the fridge to stage it with. She does have a real bottle of wine. Which she should put down if she's still got an imaginary friend at her age.

I guess this isn't new, imaginary friends have been sold on eBay before bringing in a lot of money actually. People send lists of their imaginary friend's likes and dislikes, etc. But, this one is different because Georgia is sending her friend 'via your imagination'. Okie dokie. How about I send her some imaginary money? This shit is so stupid. I never had an imaginary friend. I could sell Lissa's. I still know where I buried the jar she's in. She was an evil bitch though. I'm still not sure if she was imaginary or what. Anyway, have you heard of this shit? Who the fuck would buy this? Seems like bad hoo-do to me. You could be having an expensive laugh or you could end up buying a Spirit or a Fetch and a bad one at that. Fetches are bad news. Sooner or later a Fetch will turn on you.

Amy Winehouse..Valerie

I just found this, I'd never heard it before. Isn't it just kick ass??! I love it. Imma put the lyrics and chords in for ya. Just in case you wanna play it.

 Emaj7                                           Fm7
Well sometimes i go out by myself and i look across the water
       Emaj7
And I think of all the things,
                                           Fm7
what you're doing and in my head i make a picture


Chorus
      A(add?)                           Abm
'cos since i've come on home , well my body's been a mess
           A(add?)                       Abm
And i've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
A(add?)             Abm                          B
Won't you come on over stop making a fool out of me
                            Emaj7     Fm7
Why won't you come on over Valerie? Valerie?


Verse 2
Did you have to go to jail, put your house up for sale,
did you get a good lawyer?
I hope you didnt catch a tan
I hope you find the right man who'll fix it up for ya
Are you shoppin' anywhere,
changed the colour of your hair , are you busy?
And did you have to pay the fine
you were dodging all the time are you still dizzy

(Let me know how it comes out for ya. If you're like me and you're no Jimi Hendrix, just lift your middle finger on the Emaj7 and do and some open on that Fm7. It works just fine.)

Man jailed for being an Atheist, wins settlement

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The title was a little misleading, he wasn't sent to jail for being an Atheist, but, he WAS sent back to jail because he refused to participate in a religious 12 step program where he was supposed to acknowledge a 'higher power' and pray. Barry Hazle objected to the god based program and asked to be transferred to a non-religious program. The state of California ignored his requests. So, Hazle was sent back to jail on a parole violation. Barry and his lawyer sued the state and won. Mr. Hazle will receive almost $2 million dollars from the state. The state has now changed it's requirements for parolees who will now be offered a non secular recovery program.


Good. It serves California right and I hope the judge who put him in that religion based program is taking some heat for the cost to the state of violating someone's constitutional  rights.

Cool Halloween ideas...on the cheap

The article said this was just glow sticks stuck in balloons and then the balloons were filled with water and shoved in stockings. I have a small box of glow sticks left over from something else and the used store has stockings galore so I'm going to try this and I'll let you know if it really works.

The Ikea Monkey costume. I loved this for kids. I don't know where to get the mask though. The coat you could get at any thrift store. It's so damn cool, isn't it?

This is a cool idea. You wouldn't have to make this many, I think a group of three would look fine. And you could, make it a lot spookier depending on the dress and material. I'll bet you could just starch old thin children's dresses and hang them over those light up paper lanterns. I have a ton of those, I might try this.

Speaking of starch, starch ghosts are super easy to make. I've made a ton of these things over the years and you don't have to be an artist or get super fancy. Just soak gauze or cheese cloth in liquid starch and drape it over a balloon. You can use a stick from the yard or a bent out hanger for the arms (tape it to the bottom of the balloon) and arrange the drapey cloth any way you want. You can add a mask for the face..or not. Pop the balloon when the starch dries and pull it out. Remember to leave or add some cloth strips to blow in the wind. Shove some lights in there when your done and it looks awesome at night. Green lights worked the best for me. These things are really spooky and any kid can make them.

For Roxanne...Lola (live)

Roxanne, this is an entire vintage concert, it's all kick ass, but, skip it to 8:15 and he does Lola. He gets the audience going too, it's pretty cute. He's an important person, don'tcha know? Heh heh.

ps..at 18:45 they do 'You Really Got Me', I know you love that one too. How could you not?

Katherine Moenigg is dating Evan Rachel Wood

This is gossip I can actually be interested in because Katherine Moenigg is someone who's tweaked my interest enough to look up her bio and watch everything she's been in. If you don't know who Kate Moenigg is, you should. She's a good actress who chooses good roles and she's the hottest lesbian out there. Check out THIS clip from Ray Donovan. (Love that show.)

So, Even Rachel Wood used that age old come on we've all used..oh, I had a dream about you...LOL. Fuck. It worked. HERE is where I read it. Anyhow, now these two are an item. I wondered who Evan Rachel would end up with after she split with her husband. I like her too, but, she's not on the same hotness level as Moenigg. Still, she's a cool chick. I liked her best with Marilyn Manson. Remember them together? I can't quite place Kate as a girl in my head, she's very masculine. What ever works for ya, I guess. Hey, at least this keeps me from having to read any more about fucking Clooney and his fucking bride.

Now, I have that Kinks song in my head..'girls will be boys and boys will be girls, it's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world..'cept for Lola. La la la la Lola.'

ARGGGGGGGG!

Remember when I said that with two hook ups and two comps it would take a tornado to kick me off the net? Well, I was wrong. What it takes is two competing routers. Yeah. Seems my routers don't like each other so they fight over who gets to provide service. These bitches are driving me insane. After a day of two spotty services and shutting off and unplugging modems and crazy ass complicated instructions, both services quit.

You'd think it would be as simple as just shutting off the wireless feature for the wired service, right? Ohhhhh, no. This media-com cunt had me at it all day. When I finally adjusted enough goddamn settings for the wireless to get service, I had to use the laptop to try and fix the desk top and it isn't happening. I have been to every tech webpage on the fucking net and I'm still on the wireless. I HATE COMPUTERS. This laptop is fast as hail, but, hard to blog on. I need help, but, the problem is, I don't know which company to call. Anyone else ever have this problem?

Sigh, so this is an open post. If anyone can help me with these bitch hook ups, cool, but, at least I can read what all you guys are up to. I have an appointment at a pain clinic today. I have to drive to the fucking city for it, so I should be hurting good by the time I get there. Sitting in a car that long makes me all crippled up. Not to mention, I HATE driving in the city now and taking my old junky car that far is a stressful thing. Thanks, new doctor. Bitch. Anyone know anything about pain clinics? What horrible torture do I have to look foreward to today?

Since I'm just whining like a little bitch today, I might as well add, that I chipped a tooth to a razor sharp edge and it's caused a wound on my tongue and my fucking tongue looks like a swollen brick. The good news is, I can now play Back To Black and sound just like Amy Winehouse because you can't understand a fucking word I say. I wonder if that was her problem? Check out THIS Amy unplugged version that I used to learn it. It's simplicity is deceptive. Amy was a hell of a song writer. It was such a challenge and SO much fun to learn to do. I may video my version before I get this tooth fixed. I can definitely feel her pain...in my mouth anyway.

It's always something, isn't it? I would give everything I own for two solid days of no kids, no family, no appointments and no phone. Oh, I do have one bit of good news. The roof is finally done on the new old house and we're starting on the bathroom! So, what's up?

PS..is there any product or homemade remedy I can use to cover this sharp tooth before I can get it fixed? I tried gum, that doesn't work.

The end of the story..maybe

I know some of you are wondering about Gotti, the rescued Pitbull. He was dognapped. Yep. I went to feed him one morning and he was gone. The chain was unbroken. I cautiously looked for him in the junk, just in case, but, he wasn't there. Guntowners can keep a secret, that's for sure, but, usually not from another Guntowner, when they're persistant. There aren't many people who could take Gotti. You have to know the secret. It took me awhile to figure it out. He's only deadly vicious when he's on the chain. To unhook him, you walk around back, just out of his reach and he watches you. It's a bit unnerving, but, he doesn't move. You come in from the back, at a normal pace and immediately bend down and fuck with his chain latch. He understands and will not approach. He likes the lead. Once you put him on a lead, he's fine. You have to approach the chain at a normal pace, because someone has used a slow sneaky approach to train him to kill. While he was chained. I don't want to think about what they did to him to make him this way, but, if you walk up to him slow, like you do most strange dogs, he will attack. With no warning. There is no way to read him, he gives no body language before the attack and no warning growl. I have never seen that behavior before. You just have to assume he is going to take you and be aware of it. But, anyway, once you get him off the chain, he is well behaved.

There are not too many people who could take him, are there? The 'owner' got his arm nearly torn off that first day I met Gotti. That was sickening. The dude who was supposed to be looking after him will not approach him. I know, I watched him. He has some serious scars on his legs from Gotti. So, that left one person. A man I heard tell of, a man who's house was not easy to find. I checked it out. I did a drive by and I found Gotti. He's still on a chain, but, he's not being mistreated. He's being taken care of. I know some of you will be bummed that he's still on a chain. But, it's good enough for me. I don't know anyone who would take this crazy dangerous dog into their house. I'm sorry, but, I don't. I talked to that dude who was supposed to be taking care of him and he could not believe I walked up to this dog and petted him, let alone rubbed his belly. He was just astounded that I hadn't been bitten. But, Gotti was on a lead when I was playing with him. The truth is, I was bitten. It was sudden, without reason or warning and it was piss your pants startling and LOUD. But, because I didn't run and gave him a harsh 'sit' command, it confused him and he obeyed. I still say it was a very controlled attack. Just scratches that barely bled. The dog knew what he was doing and he didn't want to hurt me or he would have. I would have had to move a good 6 feet to get out of his space. I wouldn't have made it. I guess my brain reacted right for once. Gotti is a bad ass, mean, crazy bastard. He can't help it. It's not his fault. It doesn't help that he has some kind of super dog strength. It's bizarre how strong he is. I still like him...a lot. I will keep checking on him and if I think someone is misusing him, I am not afraid to dognap him myself. I will be armed and almost as dangerous as Gotti. Life on a chain sucks, but, it's a whole lot better than a life of torture and starvation. Or being shot by the cops just for being what some sorry assed human made you become. Sorry, but, it's the best I can do for now. Unless one of you wants to take him in. You'd better have a suit of armor. He's nuts and you WILL be bitten. Actually, I don't mind a good critter bite now and then, it keeps me on my toes. But, I can't risk the kid getting attacked. It just can't happen.

Man transfoms himself into famous woman with makeup

Here he is as Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones. He does Katy Perry to Julia Roberts and it' pretty dang cool. If you really look, you can see where he's altered the shape of his nose, nostrils, lips, etc. with the shading. HERE are more photos. I wonder why he didn't do Angelina Jolie? He did Megan Fox really well, I thought. It'd be a great talent for Halloween.

Open Post

I'm having a little trouble blogging and a lot of trouble with this cheap whore computer, so give me awhile to get things right. In the mean time, what have you been up to? What's going on in your life? I'm getting a little excited about Samhain. Not a lot, but, at least I went out and picked two Pumpkins and bought some lights. That kidnapped mermaid is a good costume, isn't it? Lissa won't have it, she wants to be Kesha. With or without the $ sign. What ever. Crazy kid.

We got a laptop for the wireless hook up and I love it. It's fast and has a nice big screen. It has Windows 8 though, which is weird. Does anyone have 8? I had to buy a wireless mouse for it because no screen recognizes my fingers as human fingers. It fucks with me. Even ATM machines and those money card things at the grocery store. And cell phones, OMG, none of that shit works for my fingers. Anyhow, the laptop rocks, but, I don't really want to blog on it because Lis has her nose in everything and some things are not her business. Don't tell me I can lock her out, because I know better. She's like a trained spy. She figured out Windows 8 in about two minutes. I'm still puzzled by it. But, I might have to use it for blogging if I can't get this desktop piece of shit to give me a break. It might just end up being my new TV. That's all it's good for so far. Maybe I should get another laptop, but, I can't stand the thought of being flat broke again next month. I do mean flat broke too. Thank goodness I have a reading today so I can buy TP an laundry soap. But, that's okay, because we have the net! And with two hook ups, it will take a tornado to boot me off. (Looks at the sky.) So, what's up? Who or what's pissing you off? Have you fallen in love, gotten a new job, brought a stray animal home? Anything?

I have a question

Who thinks we're all going to get Ebola? The first Nebraska case came in today and that's pretty close to home for me. He's a journalist who caught it in Liberia. So, hey, come on over to the Midwest! Right? Ebola seems to be all over the US now and no one seems to know how many people are exposed. They have no fucking idea. So, I think we're all going to eventually get Ebola. It's the new AIDS. What do you think?

Paul Revere and the Raiders..Kicks!

Rest in peace, Paul Revere. Paul died yesterday at the age of 76. Thanks for the music, dude, it's still good.

Can you remember which one was Paul and which one was Mark Lindsey? I can.

Pit Bull rescue today in Guntown

Today Lissa's mother came busting in the door and my first thought was, she was fuckered up and looking for a fight, but, she yelled, 'I need your help! A dog's been locked up in a camper for a week!' Well, you know me. I said, 'where?' She told me, down the street and we took off like bats out of hell. We could see the dog's head through the front window of the old camper parked in the junk and I said, shit, it's a Pit Bull. Before we could get in, the neighbor's on both sides came out yelling at us not to go in there. They said the dog is crazy and it will attack you. We looked at each other and said fuck it. We got the door open and I'll be damned if my ex daughter in law didn't step right in. I wasn't going to let her go in alone, so I went right in behind her. We found the dog, with an old leash on and it was caught in the front seat. So, not only had this animal been abandoned in there, but, he was caught so tight he couldn't move. He could only stand, on his hind legs, and look out the window. He'd been there a long time. It was heartbreaking.

Before I could even move, she had grabbed his lead and untangled him. I was so surprised. I didn't even think she liked dogs. He seemed glad to see us. Like, REALLY glad to see..anyone, I guess. She led him past me and he sniffed my legs in that tiny area of the camper. I stood my ground and I'll be danged if he didn't lay down, roll over and let me scratch his belly. I put my hand over his mouth to test him and he licked me. We got him out of there and he was joyous. I had brought water, and I sent Lis home (she'd followed us, not about to miss anything) for some pet food and we got him fed. He was SO hungry he ate two big bowls of cat food and a package of that soft food. He seemed starved and just inhaled it.

By this time there was a crowd of mostly women. Two trucks and a car pulled up and a bunch of Guntown chicks got out to help. The neighbors were still there too. It was like divided camps. The Guntown chicks wanted to help. The neighbors made, like a barricade, for the kids and kept yelling that the dog was mad and going to attack someone. I thought they were nuts. The dog was sweet as pie and I was petting and playing with him while she held his lead. He was nice to both of us.

I went home and called 'Dogs On A Chain Rescue'  but no one answered. I called the Humane Society and they told me they knew this dog and they wouldn't come. They said to call the police. I know damn well the cops would just shoot him. This aint my first rodeo with Guntown Pits. I went back and us women decided the best thing to do was tie him to a tree for now and I had a small chain. One gal had a long, strong lead in her truck and Lissa found a big chain in the junk pile. I couldn't take him home because of the cats and pet raccoons here. I couldn't risk putting him in my house because of Indie. But, I live close so I could feed and water him until we could find someone to come get him. Someone who wouldn't put him down. I still thought he was the sweetest dog. He played with that old basketball we found and it was cute. He was a little possessive and growley about it, but, most dogs are when they play, right? He was in a real good mood with me and Lissa's mom. The crowd was sympathetic, but, they wouldn't get near him and they were yelling that our make shift chain wouldn't hold him. One of the chicks offered to buy him a big chain and collar. But, he has a piece of chain around his neck and it looks like it's soldered on. It's so cruel. But, I couldn't get it off. I figured I'd get some tools and work on it later. We were just doing the best we could for now. We found an Igloo dog house in the junk and moved it for him. He was just as sweet as he could be and he even gave me a kiss.

We all started to break up and go home, the excitement was over and the dog was okay. I promised to look after him. But, just then another pick up roared up with men in it. One shady looking scrubby guy got out and started yelling at us that this is his dog. I was hot by then over the whole thing and I yelled, 'If he's your fucking dog, then why has he been locked in this fucking old camper for days?!' So, this piss ant dude said he's been in jail and someone was supposed to look after him.

Well, they didn't, did they? I guess he bit someone, so they just locked him up and left him at this empty shit hole house in an abandoned camper. I was so fucking pissed. So were all the other Guntown gals. We kind of jumped all over him and it was tense because of the other guys. But, they stayed in the truck...so far. We made Lis and her buddy, Kaden, go over to the next yard then. We didn't want trouble, but, it looked like we might get some. After some words were exchanged, this dude went over to 'his' dog and started roughly petting him and giving him orders. He called the dog 'Gotti', you know, like John Gotti, the mafia guy. I rolled my eyes. As he bent over the dog, the dog took him. It was sudden and furious. Gotti wasn't playing. That dog tore him up. Blood everywhere, the crowd screaming. His arm took the worst of it. He got gashed, bad, his arm was opened up good. Instead of taking it like a man, he started screaming and threw a hissy fit. He was mad at the dog and mad at us..just crazy mad, like a fruit cake, and I thought, shit, here we go. But, the men still stayed in the truck. After he got done screaming and running around like a loon, kicking things, he got in the truck and they took off. I heard him say, 'fuck that dog', as they took off. I hope he went to the ER for a few stitches, he looked like he needed some.

So, I guess he's my dog now. Gotti. You like him? I do. I think he has a problem with men. I can relate. I'll make sure he's okay until I can find someone who can handle him the right way. I may move him to my backyard. But, I have to get to know him better first. He might be brain damaged, you know? From the abuse and neglect. He certainly isn't predictable. I'm still not afraid of him and I don't know why. I know it sucks to be on a chain, but, after what I saw, I can't bring him into my house. I have kids and small pets. Poor Gotti. What a bad hand he was dealt, ehh? He also has worms and wounds on his head where he's been beaten. And a slight skin condition, I dunno what it is. All the gals offered help with medicine and things. They also offered to make some calls. We'll find him a home where he's treated right. People just make my ass tired sometimes.