Feel Like Rambling

If it is too Good to be True, then it is! The Most "Caring and Understanding Friends" can Actually be the Likeliest to Backstab you in the End.

2010-05-03T20:29:00.000-07:00

Where and how do I even start with this one? Oh okay. This is how and this is where. Back, I would say, at least six months ago, I had been dealing with extremely rough side effects due to the medication I was on for my illness. When am I not? I am still always sick but back then, it was much worse. I had come in contact with a friend who seemed quite sincere, extremely supportive, and really did want to listen to me at the time when I needed someone to talk to. And, for those who understand how taxing-emotionally, spiritually and physically it is to have a chronic illness can only really understand how it can take over your life. Especially when it comes to individuals like me who have had to endure taxing treatments and procedures all because there is no cure for autoimmune hepatitis, or many other illnesses out there that others have. And a cure at this point is not coming anytime soon for AIH. As a result, I have been dealing with major complications with the kidneys because of the medication, and the next step for this is life altering again. What more can I go through?

Okay, okay before you tell me to count my blessings which I do all of the time, and tell me that there are others out there who are worse off- then ----- simply----- fuck off! Okay, seriously fuck off. Whenever someone says that, they are basically saying "quit whining you bitch, you are not having the worst luck in the world and your problems are not worth bitching about". And the best thing about these intellects who have made such conclusions have no clue as to what I have been going through over the past 8 years. That started with my horrific pregnancy I had with my youngest. If he/she can put his/her feet in my shoes even for a day, perhaps that would shut the moron up. Compassion is great, if you really have it. Pity sucks which I don't want. If you plan on giving me pity, then stuff it up your ass. Just because I am venting my frustrations does not mean I am always throwing myself a pity party, nor do I want your fucking pity. And even if I was having a pity party, I think sometimes we can be entitled right? Anyway I am veering myself to an off topic issue. So I'll return. Sorry about that.

About this "friend" who I had met. Lets go back. Sure- he was sincere, compassionate and very understanding. He even knew that I have had people back-stab me before, especially after knowing what my illness does to me and how it affects me---- and surprise, surprise- he said he would never do such a thing. He also did what he could to make me see the happy moments in my life during the times things to me seemed quite bleak. And, he did help occasionally because I did need reminders of the positive things in my life like how my wonderful family is always there for me. Even though he never understood what I was really going through health wise, emotion wise and spirit wise, he did what he could to be compassionate. I really thought, based on all of this he was actually a friend. I did what I could to help him while he went through his own personal issues. However, as time went on, he became more distant and I started seeing the signs of a hypocrite who promised and promised and promised to be such a friend- then just to show that in the end that all he wanted to do was get rid of me. I denied that this friend could have done this to me like some of the others in the past, who also seemed quite sincere initially. He kept making slips during our last few conversations about how down I was making him. I could not blame him really as I had reached out during my bleakest times, and even I was the one during my moments where I was not thinking straight (medication does that to you by the way) that maybe we should just not talk anymore if I had such a negative affect on him. However, maybe a part of me was thinking straight enough to test him too. I know that sounds manipulative, but since I have been so hurt in the past by "friends" who were there for me for a while. But in the end turned out to be backstabbing assholes- how could I not wonder? I've been hurt but I really did not want to believe that he would do this to me--- not another who was such a good friend to me at first, turning out like the others!!

To make a long story short, even though he stated that I should "talk" to him whenever I "needed" to- very, very insincerely I might add, he made it quite clear to me that he really did not want much to do with me. He only said that he would be "available" to "talk" just to cover his ass so I would not end up accusing him of being like my former good buddies who turned out to be lying ass backstabbing fuckwits- like him! Although, at first, when he said he would be available to chat, he said for only just once a week. After I questioned him on how he could tell me to talk to him no more than once a week (I knew he was blowing me off), he covered his ass and said that he would be around more if I needed to talk. I could sense it from him quite clearly that he did not at all want anything to do with me again. But I did not talk to him for a few days. When I did speak with him after that, he was as rude as could be, and really blew me off (but had to throw in there "I'll still be around if you want to chat" and it was so insincere) He showed no interest in pursuing a friendship with me anymore. I could even sense the relief he felt when I called it quits. I cannot tell you how much this "friend" had hurt me!!! He of all people, who seemed so sweet and caring just blew me off because he could not deal with me.

And thanks to him, while I am about to go through some life altering treatments again---- I am no longer able to trust anyone. Especially if they seem to be good to be true- because if they are too good to be true, then that means they are. I am keeping everyone at arm's length for now on. It is best that way. I need the support, and it is best to get support from those who truly understand how it is to have an incurable illness like myself. I did encounter a woman who was going through an illness- who at first seemed very helpful and sincere (the lightworker remember?) - but in the end turned out to be an egotistical "I'm better than you" kind of backstabbing bitch! I am so sorry to the ones who are truly sincere but my guard is up higher than it ever was all thanks to this creep!! Once again!! If I have not mastered my lesson before, I have now. Next time I run into someone who is overly compassionate that knows nothing about chronic illness- I am gonna run as far away as I can! Compassion is needed, don't get me wrong. But I am now leery of anyone who is overly compassionate to the point that they would basically die for you at first- and then turn out to be a lying ass hypocrite. I hope you are happy now jerk and you know who you are! Thanks so much for hurting me!!!! This I can promise you, I'll never forget. Thanks to you, I am now reminded once again how alone I truly am! Yes, I have my family a few odd friends who I am even leery of sad to say. But I am alone. There is nothing else to say but it hurts- which is an understatement. Nothing more to say.

Struck by Lightening Seven Times, but you Would Never Guess the Cause of his Death!

2010-04-10T22:52:00.000-07:00

Here we go. Me, dealing with the same health crap that I do not intend to bore you to death with. So I decided to get back to this after a few days of hell, should I add? Now I found one hell of an article to blog about, once again from my beloved site http://www.thatsweird.net/history8.shtml ! And you can only guess what this is about. Some dude that not only gets struck by lightening and suffers hardly any long lasting effects from it- SEVEN TIMES!! But after all of that, he died anyway. And what had killed him is gonna blow you away. Here is the article, and once again the red comments are mine!

US Park Ranger Roy C. Sullivan from Virginia holds the

record for the person most times struck by lightning -

and living to tell the tale. Between 1942 and 1983,

Roy has the dubious distinction of being struck by

lightning seven times. He was known as the

Human Lightning Rod.

Unbelievable! He was hit by lightening

for just over four decades,

seven times. Who in the hell would

be alive to tell such a story?

Apparently not Roy, he is

dead and you won't believe what

had killed him after that. More to

come later on that.

The first lightning strike in 1942 happened as he was

working up in a lookout tower and the lighting bolt

shot through his leg and knocked his big toenail off.

Shot through his leg and knocked his big toenail off??

I'm sorry but HAHAHAHA something really funny

about that! "Oh you are not gonna believe

what happened to me last night- I was

struck by lightening- but I am not fried. I am

okay other than the fact I do not have my

big toenail anymore"- okay I am sure it is

painful to have your nail blown off but

if that was the worst of it for him,

what a lucky fucker!! In fact who knows,

maybe the toenail had lots of fungus

under it, so it could have been for

the best. EWWWWWW

In 1969 while he was driving along a mountain road

a second strike burned off his eyebrows and knocked

him unconscious. Another strike just a year later,

while he was walking across his yard to get the mail,

left his shoulder seared.

It is a miracle that not only did he survive the

second strike while he was driving, but became

unconscious while driving which he apparently

survived. And hey maybe it was time for

that brow to go. Maybe it was getting just

too long. I know for men it's not a big deal

but I am just saying... it may have started

looking bad on him. And that third time he

was struck, his poor shoulder must have killed

but miraculously enough, HE wasn't killed!!

Three times, and with one of those times

he also survived a potential car disaster.

Unbelievable.

He was standing in the office at the ranger station

in 1972 when lightning set his hair on fire and Roy

had to throw a bucket of water over his head to

cool off. A year later,after his hair had grown back,

a lightning bolt ripped through his hat and hit him on

the head, setting his hair on fire again. It threw him

out of his truck, knocked his left shoe off and seared

his legs. A sixth strike hit him in 1976 while he

was checking on a campsite, injuring his ankle.

Unbelievable!! Okay let me get this straight. He

was sitting in his office while he was struck for

the fourth time and his hair was set on fire. I guess

him and Michael Jackson would have commiserated

at some point much later on. And I am sure

Michael Jackson would have been amazed that

ALL that happened to him was his hair being set

on fire. At least a bucket of water saved him, but

sadly not his hair. But after his hair had grown back

it happened again for the fifth time while he was

driving his truck??? And it hit his head again?? Ah

there goes his hair, after waiting all of that time for

it to grow back, AGAIN. And there went him on the

ground, along with his left shoe, and ouch... poor legs!

And after all of that, he survived. And when it happened

the sixth time at the campsite, he became even luckier.

Injuring his ankle--- oh wow! What a lucky fucker!!

The last lightning bolt to hit Roy in 1977

happened while he was fishing. It sent

him to hospital with chest and stomach burns.

He got struck by lightening seven times and

suffered from chest and stomach burns.

What a lucky fucker!! That is all I have to say!

A toenail gone (which probably had fungus

anyway), an eye brown gone (which was

probably ugly to begin with), hair burned off

twice from two different strikes (and who knows

maybe he had lice, sure way to get rid of it), a loss

of a shoe, and a loss of his dignity with some of those

burns which did not sound so severe to begin with.

Oh, and how can I forget the one time he was

knocked unconscious while driving, he manages

to survive that. If he had been struck two more

times with minimal affects- he would have been

a cat!!!

Roy Sullivan was never killed by lighting

- he committed suicide while in his 70's

in 1983 reportedly distraught over

the loss of a woman.

What? After surviving all of those

lightening strikes, he killed himself

over a broken heart?? Was he crazy?

After surviving seven miracles, he

dies in his own hands. What did he do?

Put his finger into an electric socket?

No not likely. He would have survived that.

Doesn't matter how he did it. That to me,

after surviving being struck by lightening

seven times and then taking your own life

is..... insane? No that is an understatement.

Weird and Funny Place Names

2010-04-04T21:27:00.000-07:00

Okay, yup I am sick for a change. Fever and the yucks, not gonna get into further details. Who needs to know? Been in bed for most of the day. And I have been depressed enough from stuff that has happened in my life, in regard to my health---- that I cannot do a damn thing about. Okay so either I keep bitching about it, or I do what I can to get my mind off of my woes-- which I have decided to do tonight.

My topic for tonight is one that I had found from that lovely site http://www.thatsweird.net/. Gotta say I love it. This is sure an interesting one. Wanna know what it's about? Ready to hear?

Yep , Weird and Funny Place Names!! And they are all true. Below is a list of these places that I had gotten from that site. The comments underneath are in red. Enjoy.

Arsoli (Lazio, Italy)

In other words, there is an area in Italy that is full of lazy asses?

If you are a lost tourist in Arsoli, do not expect to be given

directions of how to get to where you want to go. They are

obviously a bunch of lazy asses who don't want to be bothered.

Would explain the name of the town.

Bastard (Norway)

Okay, I am not even gonna touch this one.

My bio-dad was apparently from Norway,

though half Norwegian and half Moravian.

He must have been one hell of a player,

and I never knew him. So, not gonna even

attempt to comment on this one.

Beaver (Oklahoma, USA)

A stripper addict's dream come true.

Beaver Head (Idaho, USA)

Even more of a dream come true for a horny

stripper addict! Heaven!

Brown Willy (Cornwall,UK)

Hey, you know that sounds like a name of a

Western style diner. Guess my mind is out of

the gutter for that one.

Chinaman's Knob (Australia)

Don't expect many Chinese male

tourists to visit that city.

Climax (Colorado, USA)

The best part of Colorado, can't miss

that place.

Cunt (Spain)

I now know where to round 'em up and send 'em off!

Then then name would sure be appropriate.

Cunter (Switzerland)

I know where to round those up to, and send 'em off-

just so they can take a flight out to Cunt, Spain to ...

ah tooooo perfect.

Dikshit (India)

A place where men don't clean up after themselves

after going to the bathroom *eww*

Dildo (Newfoundland, Canada)

A dream place for a single, horny, desperate woman.

Dong Rack (Thailand-Cambodia border)

A place of lots of exposure shall we say.

Dongo (Congo - Democratic Republic)

If you like long ones, that is the place to visit!

Effin (Limerick, Ireland)

I guess they are too polite to say the real thing.

Fuku (Shensi, China)

In Shensi China, they must say it all of the time

they had no option but to name the city after the

most said words! Others must piss them off quite a

bit, apparently.

Fukue (Honshu, Japan)

Same with this area of Japan.

Fukui (Honshu, Japan)

Wow, more profanity used in Japan than we

thought! Who would have thought that?

Fukum (Yemen)

And in Yemen too, wow lots of people

pissing off everyone else.

Hold With Hope (Greenland)

No comment on this one!!!

Intercourse (Pennsylvania, USA)

At least they are classy enough to use the proper term.

Either it happens the most in PA, or PA purposely named

a city "Intercourse" to give out subliminal messages to

their villagers to give them something to do.

Doubt they are complaining.

Lickey End (West Midlands, UK)

Must be tasty.

Little Dix Village (West Indies)

If you, woman want it big, this is the sure

place to avoid! You won't be happy here.

Lord Berkeley's Knob (Sutherland, Scotland)

Now we know the truth about Lord Berkeley, he has

a knob and he must be so proud to the point he named

a city after his asset.

Middle Intercourse Island (Australia)

Like PA, higher class and must be fun.

Muff (Northern Ireland)

Horny guy (or lesbians), this is the place for you!

Nobber (Donegal, Ireland)

We know what goes on here! Lots more fun, s or s?

Pis Pis River (Nicaragua)

Ewww wouldn't want to drink out of that one.

Sexmoan (Luzon, Philippines)

We know what that sound was and where most

of it comes from!

Seymen (Turkey)

A good place for a woman to get pregnant.

Shafter (California, USA)

City of whores, in other words.

Shag Island (Indian Ocean)

A place of action!

Shitlingthorpe (Yorkshire, UK)

Just... nice.

Tittybong (Australia)

Sound like a fun place to be!

Tong Fuk (Japan)

Must be a reason for Japan's cities to have

such dirty names!

Turdo (Romania)

Lovely.

Twatt (Orkney, UK)

A lonely man's place to fulfill his dream.

Wank (Germany)

Get ready for lots of places to visit if you are feeling

quite lonely..and feeling, um rather...

Wankendorf (Schleswig-Holstein, Germany)
Wankener (India)
Wankie (Zimbabwe)
Wankie Colliery (Zimbabwe)
Wanks River (Nicaragua)
Wankum (Germany)

Wet Beaver Creek (Australia)

Another man's dream land!

So what is it up with these names??

Who ever named these cities OBVIOUSLY

had such dirty minds. Their minds were

so dirty that they had to get it out of their

systems. Naming cities after their deep dirty

thoughts was one way of doing it I suppose.

Longest Jail Sentence

2010-03-31T09:51:00.000-07:00

I was checking out one of my favourite sites earlier, ThatsWeird.Net. I found a mind blowing article on there, about some longest jail sentences. I am going to copy and paste parts of the article. My comments are in red.

The longest jail sentence passed was in the United States - 10,000 years for a triple murder. Dudley Wayne Kyzer was jailed for 10,000 years by a court in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, in 1981 for murdering his wife. He was then sentenced to two life terms for murdering his mother-in-law and a college student.

Let me get this straight. This freak is gonna spend 10,000 years in the slammer for murdering three people? Talk about accumulating some serious karma. I guess this means he'll have to spend the next 1000 lives or so in the slammer too. If he is slapped with 10,000 years for killing three people, I hate to know how many years Josef Stalin or Adolf Hitler reincarnated are gonna spend in the slammer. Probably the next million years or so?

In 1994 Oklahoma rapist Darron Bennalford Anderson received a 2,200-year jail sentence. When he appealed and won a new trial, he was convicted again and resentenced to more than 90 additional centuries behind bars - including 4,000 years each for rape and sodomy, 1,750 years for kidnapping, 1,000 years for burglary and robbery, and 500 years for grand larceny.

Who did Mr. Anderson rape and sodomize to get slapped with a 4,000 year sentence? The Queen? First lady? Madonna? Who did he kidnap to get himself 1,750 years? The Brangelina kids? And 1,000 years for burglary and robbery, 500 years for grand larceny- so what did he do, break into the White House and take it with him? He must have done some pretty serious damage to some "important" people to be slapped with all of that! Damn! Oh wait this gets even better. Read on.

In July 1997, the state Court of Criminal Appeals held

that the grand larceny charge was double jeopardy on

the robbery conviction and thus dismissed it. So the

court cut Anderson's sentence by 500 years,

speeding up his release date to the year 12,744!

Oh so he got off easy as a result.

He'll be released in 12,744?

Is there gonna be such a year?

On Earth anyway?

Another poor soul having to pay

for his deed in many lifetimes to come.

What a mess he got himself into!

Is THAT How it Originated?

2010-03-25T21:33:00.000-07:00

The Life in the 1500's! What a time it was.

The next time you complain about taking a cold shower because there is not enough hot water, or you don't have enough soap to clean yourself- stop and think- HTF did they ever do it in the 1500's without any hot water or soap? If they managed, so can you.

Thanks to this interesting site ThatsWeird.Net, this is what I had read about how people survived in the 1500's. I am gonna write down what was listed on that page about life lived in that time frame. The red comments below each fact are mine. Here it goes-

Fact #1- Most people married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good in June. However, they were starting to smell so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

First of all--- a yearly bath?? That sounds just disgusting nowadays! But who am I to judge? They had their reasons, and rituals, and whatever to take one bath in May. Besides hygiene was not a priority in those days. Thank goodness everything evolves over time (in most places anyway), and thank goodness for deodorant, soap, mouthwash, toothpaste, and shampoo. 'Cause honestly, I doubt a bouquet of flowers actually did a whole lot to hide the smell. And I also thought people liked the idea of a June wedding because of the June Full Moon- the Honeymoon!

Fact#2 Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the sons and other men, then the women, and finally the children - last of all the babies. By then, the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it; hence the saying, "don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Okay, so whenever they took baths which was obviously not all that often, the males were entitled to so first. And the women took them second, and then the children? The baths were so scuzzy that they took a risk in losing a baby in the disgusting water. That sounds so---- primitive and yes, in many ways that timing was quite primitive. That is how anyone who lived in the 20th or is living in the 21st century would see it anyway. Shows you again how much we have evolved over the last 500 years. First of all, we can take our baths and showers whenever we please- regardless of who is taking the bath- if it's the man, woman or child. Before the children are old enough to bathe themselves, the parents bathe them first, before they bathe themselves. Times sure have changed- so much to the point that personal hygiene has become a very important issue- RIGHTFULLY SO! Because EWWWW now, but in the 1500's, it was not a big deal to be yuk! They were used to it. Funny where the term "don't throw the baby out with the bathwater" came from.

Fact #3- Houses had thatched roofs; thick straw, piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, rats, and bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained, it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof; hence the saying "it's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This was a real problem in the bedroom, where bugs and other droppings could really mess up your nice clean bed. A bed with big posts and a sheet over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

It is certainly hard to imagine putting your pets inside the roof to live. But considering the circumstances as the time, it was the best thing for them. But those poor animals falling off of the roof? Quite brutal for them and really sad to think about. At least I know where the saying "it's raining cats and dogs" came from. At the same time, it is understandable that if it rained, insects and other things would ruin the beds, so that is interesting how canopy beds started. Sad to read about what happened when it was "raining cats and dogs", but still quite fascinating to know where this stuff came from.

Fact #4- The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt; hence the saying, "dirt poor."

The wealthy of course would have something better than dirt, no kidding. Again, interesting how that term came into place.

Fact #5- The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh on the floor to help their footing. As the winter wore on, they kept adding more thresh until it would all start slipping outside when you opened the door. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway, a "thresh hold."

Thresh hold, never thought of where that came from, interesting though.

Fact #6- In those days people cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight, then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while; hence the rhyme, "peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."

Thanks for clarifying where that rhyme came from since I had often wondered about that one. Another thing now I wonder is how often did they get food poisoning from eating nine-day old stew, regardless of how often it was fired up? Shudder to know that.

Fact #7- Sometimes they could obtain pork, which was quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man "could bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."

Interesting to know. Never knew where the term came from earlier but the idea of it is quite nauseating. Not to mention, I guess they would not have known a thing about how bad bacon grease was back then- nor would they have cared. Eating pork meant that they were special, and that is all that mattered. Since then egos starting getting fatter too right?

Fact #8- Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with a high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Good to know they had fixed the problem with tomatoes.

Fact #9- Most people did not have pewter plates, but had trenchers, a piece of wood with the middle scooped out like a bowl. Often trenchers were made from stale bread which was so old and hard that it could be used for quite some time. Trenchers were never washed. Sometimes worms and mold got into the wood and old bread. After eating off wormy, moldy trenchers, one would get "trench mouth."

Lovely thought of the day.

Fact #10- Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burned bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock people out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up; hence the custom of holding a "wake."

Good they did that. If they didn't wait, I say "oh yuck". If the drunk sobered up while being stuffed in some wooden box because of being thought of as dead- they say "oh fuck".

Fact #11- England is old and small, and they started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and take the bones to a "bone house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 were found to have scratch marks on the inside, and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground, and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."

Bone house? What a lovely thought. Opening up coffins to dig up bones? What a lovely job but someone had to do it. Too bad no one RIP all that much in those days. I guess drinking ale or whiskey from a lead cup knocked some out longer than expected. What a potent mix. Everyone got tired of eating, drinking and waiting for some miraculous resurrection. Then figured that it was time for a funeral when in reality it was not. What a fun job working an original graveyard shift. Too bad 4% of the time the ringer was either not loud enough for the graveyard shift worker was daydreaming or asleep. How traumatic for the dead ringer. Did that happen to me in a previous life? Yes. Now that explains why I am so claustrophobic.

And that's the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth...whoever said history was boring?

Not me!! I love this stuff.

This Freak wants WHAT?? Oh she wants ATTENTION, that is all.

2010-03-24T10:54:00.000-07:00

I can't believe I am about to blog about Donna Simpson- you know the woman who wants to weigh 1000 lbs? She is already at least 600 lbs and is consuming about 12,000 calories a day. She gets paid by sick men who take pleasure in watching her stuff herself via web. Her boyfriend completely supports her in doing this. And what about her poor children? Where do they fit into this? She obviously does not give a crap about them. They need to be taken into proper care. Someone fit must adopt them and give them the care and love they need. The Donna Simpson garbage is all over the tabloids and all over the net. Lots of people are calling her gross and disgusting while others are begging her to get help or else she'll die! No kidding, really? Personally, I am not sure if this is so much about her becoming the world's fattest woman. Donna Simpson loves ALL of the attention she is getting, whether she is being called names or being told to get help. She loves it and she is getting exactly what she wants. People are falling for it. If she can get any attention from her actions, her mission is already quite accomplished whether she makes it to 1000lbs or not.

It makes me wonder, if people ignored her actions and did not give her the attention she is craving, would she still have the desire to blow up to 1000 lbs? Interesting thought. If people did not react to what she is going, she just might say "Fuck it, I am going on a diet!". Maybe this is the kind of intervention this freak needs- to be ignored. And after saying all of that, what the hell am I doing writing this blog? I guess by writing what I had written, I am also to blame for contributing to this whole Donna Simpson mess! You sure knowhow to suck people in, don't you Donna. Newsflash. It can only work for so long. Enjoy it while it lasts why don't you.

This "Highly Spiritual" is so Spiritual because she has Narcissistic Personality Disorder

2010-03-24T10:01:00.000-07:00

First off, I want to say that I am far from perfect. I have faults- just like everyone else. And yes everyone has faults. One thing I can say about myself that many people cannot is that I can easily admit to not being perfect. I was recently hurt by a woman who is supposedly a "lightworker", meaning her role is to bring light and healing to others. She is also- so she says a psychic medium. Because I have been extremely down from being ill, and dealing with so many demons from my past, I truly believed she wanted to help me. She even offered to help in her own way, and told me that she would be there for me if I needed to talk. She even said if I needed to, to go and email her. Like a fool, I accepted and spilled my guts out. After I told her what I wanted, she informed me of how busy she was. I understood, as we all have lives. Her health is supposedly bad, and told me that she may take some time to get back to me if she is having a bad day. I completely understood, as I am also in poor health. OK no problem. But the thing is, there have been several occasions when I was feeling low and since she offered to listen, I messaged her. She did get back to me to tell me to basically get over it (not in those exact words but it was not far off), basically stuck it to me how amazing she deals with her issues and how I need to do the same, and once again told me that she was busy. I let the first time that she did that go. I figured "okay she must be having a bad day, it happens". I emailed her again and told her that she was wrong in what she had said, and I even said to her if I am too much of a burden for her to just flat out and tell me. I was hoping to get an apology from her. But nope! That did not happen. She did not see that she did anything wrong, and it gets worse. She basically insinuated that I was being nothing but a pest, and told me to once again get over my woes. Wow, some support she is. I deleted her from my list, and then I messaged her and told her that whatever private issue I had told her, to get rid of it. She got back to me by basically calling me an attention seeker, "psychic vampire", and "hoped for my sake that I find peace within myself"!! WOW!! I was floored!! And the best part of it was--- she said she knew everything about me LOL. What a joke. Normally I would have been asking what she knew but for some reason I plainly did not give a fuck. I blocked her.

So let's review. This woman who I connected with at first seemed wonderful. Someone so enlightened and ill at the same time, handling it the best way she could. Yes I even admired her at first. She also told me how she is a "lightworker" and never, ever judges. Even better! She offered to help me, and I took the offer. Then in time she proved herself to be anything but what she said she was. She basically told me to leave her alone, because she was too busy. She called me an attention seeker, "psychic vampire", and a pest. This is what she does after she promises to be a friend and to listen. And it's not like I bothered her all of the time. Wow. Some "lightworker". It may be true that she has all of these health issues. That I really don't doubt. But I highly doubt she is as "spiritually evolved" as she makes herself out to be. If anything she is a bitch with a serious case of narcissism. Maybe one day her ego is going to become so uncontrollable that it's gonna blow up in her face. What what would happen then?

Stereotypes- Gotta Hate 'em

2010-01-20T22:13:00.000-08:00

First off, before I write anything, I just want to let you know that this note may offend some. So please don't say I didn't warn you. If you are easily offended by strong and intense subjects, then I suggest you do not read this.

However, I need to get this off of my chest. I have been dealing with another serious issue in regards to my health, which has been bringing me quite down physically and emotionally. But as far as the topic of this note is concerned, who cares. I'll just start getting to it already. My aunt is coming back from London to stay with us for some time, which I am very happy about. She has been doing a lot of research on the family tree from my late mother's side. She had recently discovered that my Dutch great-grandfather was actually 3/4 Dutch and 1/4 German. I am quite Heinz 57 as it is (have Basque/Norwegian/Moravian/

and a tiny bit of Irish, Dutch, and now find out German being in the mix). I thought that was cool to know. Therefore I posted on a forum last night (not here) about finding out that I am like 3 and a bit % German lol, and the first response I got to that was--- "How does it feel to be 3 and a bit percent Nazi"?--------AFTER READING THAT I WAS SO MAD AND IT MADE ME SICK!!! Firstly, I want to say that not ALL Germans were Nazis!!! Some were actually brave enough to go against the Reich and to attempt to hide Jews in their homes. I have several German friends, who as far as I am concerned, take on the responsibility of the past which they SHOULD NOT BE DOING!!! It's not their fault what happened!! However, many of the Nazis who committed those atrocities are long dead -- probably still in hell. A few are still lingering around, and sadly they don't think they did anything wrong. They'll be joining the others in the same place soon enough- in hell.

The topic of the Holocaust is a sensitive one for me to begin with for various reasons even though I have no Jewish or Gypsy ancestry (for my step-dad it's more of an issue for him, long story there as to why and he did visit the Museum of Auschwitz back last summer). I also want to say that my great-great-uncle (my great-grandfather's brother, oh by the way had some German ancestry too- obviously) was still living in Amsterdam during the time the Nazis had occupied Holland. He was a very brave man who hid a Jewish family in his beer cellar. Unfortunately the Gestapo found them.. and yeah it all had a sad ending. But he was definitely anything BUT a Nazi! Even though he was a quarter German!!! SHEESH!!! So yeah, that stupid remark is what REALLY had upset me. And the reason I was upset today was that I had discussed this issue with others here who I thought were cool, and they had the same stupid mentality which astonished me, unpleasantly. So between that and having another sickly day---- and just being very down and feeling pissy in general, I was ready to call it quits here.

So here I say it! I HATE HATE HATE STEREOTYPES!!! And most with brains wouldn't do it anyway..but here it goes... JUST BECAUSE I AM 3% GERMAN DOES NOT MAKE ME 3% NAZI, AND FOR THOSE WHO ARE 100% GERMAN DOES NOT MAKE THEM 100% NAZI!!! Words cannot even begin to describe the atrocities that were committed by the Nazis during that time. Hilter was probably the devil incarnate. And it makes me sick thinking about how I was lumped with that, just because of a part of my mixed heritage!!! AND I HATE OTHERS WHO STEREOTYPE OTHER GROUPS!!! We are unique, and we are who we are- and don't deserve to be lumped in what the group we are part of is "known" for. Whatever... those who make such stereotypes (even less offensive ones) need to open their narrow minds. And speaking of which, my husband is half Arabic and half German (Bavarian) himself. Can you imagine the shit he has had to put up with by having that mix?????????

The Awareness Needs to be Out There!

2009-07-15T09:15:00.000-07:00

My step-dad thankfully arrived safely on Monday from his trip to Krakow, Poland. He spent 2 weeks visiting his friend who happens to live there. He didn't only plan to go to Krakow to visit his friend. He had been planning this kind of trip for other reasons over the last 6 months. He had an intense need to visit the Museum of Auschwitz. His need for this apparently remained dormant within him until my mother passed on last November. He never really spoke a word of it prior to that. Her death had triggered many emotions hidden within himself to emerge.

My step-dad was raised in a small, Christian town in Oregon. His father was Jewish and his mother was English Episcopalian. Through out his childhood, his father always told him not to mention a word to the neighbors or his classmates about his heritage. He never celebrated Jewish holidays and was raised as a Christian. Obviously, his father was terrified of antisemitism. My step-dad was born in 1953, only 8 years after the war had ended. Though he was American, he was still afraid. My step-dad admitted to me recently how much he resented his father for not opening up more about half of his ethnic roots all because of fear. He often wonders if he had family in Europe that was murdered by the Nazis. He is on a quest to find out more and he said he did get some closure by visiting the museum. He did not talk much about that visit, and I can't say that I blame him. I honestly did not want to hear much of the details of what he may have seen there either. But I am glad that he went. I can't even imagine what a time that was.

Even though I am not Jewish or a gypsy, or having any family killed in the Holocaust (that I am aware of anyway), I am extremely sensitive to the whole thing. I wish to not talk about the whole reason as to why. But I am going to say this much. My maternal grandmother was half Dutch. Her uncle was still living in Amsterdam during the war. He was obviously a very good man who hid a Jewish family. Unfortunately the Gestapo found them. They shipped the family off to the camps and took my great-great uncle and publicly executed him. My gosh what an evil, evil time it was. When my mother told me that story years ago, I felt extremely sick. My step-dad is not only on a quest to find out more about his roots, but he is helping to spread the awareness about the Holocaust and what had really happened. I am proud of him for doing that, because it needs to be known.

The Law of Attraction- Does it Work?

2009-07-09T18:28:00.000-07:00

I've read The Secret and other Law of Attraction type books. I believe there is plenty of truth to it. When you have negative thoughts, a series of negative events are going to occur. For instance, if I constantly dwell on getting sick, sure enough I get sick pretty badly. And when you think positive thoughts, you'll experience more positivity. In my case, I still may experience illness but it may be mild and tolerable if I force myself to remain in a positive frame of mind. Thinking positively can be a huge challenge when frequently faced with extremely uncomfortable situations like constant poor health. But it can be done and this is something I am aiming to practice all of the time. In that case, the Law of Attraction definitely works. If you truly see yourself getting through a tough situation, you can do it. Or if you are certain you won't get through the situation, sure enough you won't. But I also believe that a lot of what was said in those books is too far fetched for me to believe.

I have a hard time fathoming that you can attract things that are out of your control such as making every green light to work. One book that I had read had a part in it that said if you put your mind to it, you can even get an apologetic phone call from someone who had hurt you from years ago. That is highly unlikely to happen unless you contact that person first and express your frustration with him/her. Even then he/she may still not either respond back or believe that he/she had wronged you in any way. It is impossible to manipulate events to occur that are completely out of your control with positive thinking. That is simply being stuck in a fantasy world. Sorry, not trying to be a pessimist- just a realist.

So does The Law of Attraction work? My answer is- Yes AND No.

Let the Man R.I.P.

2009-07-08T08:05:00.001-07:00

Yes, I agree it was a shock when Michael Jackson died. He was only 50 and it was so sudden. He was very talented and unique- like many of us are. The difference is, he found a way to express his unusual talents. Many of us don't have the confidence to do that. However, just because he did that, and was considered "the king of pop" in the end did not make him any kind of God. He was an ordinary human being like all of us. He was a man who had challenges and experienced pain like us.

Lately, the world has stopped moving just to ONLY focus on the fact that Michael Jackson had died. There is war and hunger happening, which CNN and other news stations should focus more on. Instead, CNN spent their time to only talk about Michael Jackson and nothing else. And I am not even going to get into ET or the Insider. All I can say is that I have been very bored with it all. Scheduled shows have been continuously canceled to re-run the memorial service. And I think it's disgusting how they exploit his poor children the way they do. Aren't they suffering enough after the loss of their father? The media is so twisted and they just get off on beating things to death- like the death of Michael Jackson.

In an ideal world, a few things should have been mentioned about his death. A few things in the media should have been mentioned about his unique work and the unique man that he was. But not for days. And certainly not to keep his death the ONLY focus. But the media had to blow things out of proportion as usual, not realizing the impact they could be having on his children, or his soul! The media would never concern itself with that. No way, never! My gosh! Let the man R.I.P.