We rescued a baby turkey today. A female. She got caught out in a rainstorm, and our neighbor's geese had decided to try and kill her. My mom and step-gramma intervened. So, I got the little girl warmed up, and we're waiting to see if her mom will take her back. If she is left abandoned, I will step in and take care of her. So long as I can provide the possibility of life, I will do so.
I feel as though I should be wearing a brace around my neck. As many times as I've been traded in just the past week, I should have whiplash by now. Back and forth, back and forth I'm tossed, like a beach ball, or something to play with. I'm grateful for a moment to whoever accepts me, but tossing me within a couple of days? What the hell? You all make me feel so good! So very very good. Oi.
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So it has been a terribly long time since I have updated this journal. Really, I outta do it more often.
The last time I'd written in this journal, I was adjusting to a new place with new rules, and new people. It would seem, that I am forming a trend, as this time around, I am-once again-adjusting to a new state, new scenery, new climate, new home, new rules, and new people. Allow me to elaborate.
What seemed like a new permanent home for me-up north in Indiana-steadily became yet another hell hole.
Sometime in the middle of January, my mom, my stepmom, and myself were all introduced to this couple who, upon first glance, seemed like a group we could potentially get along with and become good friends with. Little did we know that we were stepping into a mire of deceit, hatred, and all around nonsense. Within a month, my stepmom, who'd been one of the few people privy to the inner workings of my mind, had gone from close relative/friend to untrustworthy, and cold-hearted prick. It is two months since all of the bullshet started, and my mom and I went from a steady home in North eastern Indiana, to living in a new place...again.
Everything seemed fine until a month ago when my stepmom let it slip that she hadn't been in the marriage for two years. For two years this cunt had spun a web of lies and deceit that was enough to put my mom into anxiety attacks so bad they were steadily climbing toward minor heart attacks.
I am happy to say, though, that we are no longer a part of that...wad of manure we used to be a part of.
So this wasn't as long as I originally assumed it would be...I'll need to cook up a decent way to tell you about my first run in with lunar moth sized mosquitoes and fire ants. D:
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