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For those of you who haven't noticed, Vampirewitch39 (notice the omitted 6, there, girlie) and I have taken to reading each other's journals, and thereby have two women who were already great thinkers, doers, and coherent journalists (so to speak) become the force that drives the other one to new heights...I called it contributing to the delinquency of a writer the other day *chuckling* never claimed to be pure as the driven snow...DRIVEN maybe, lol...

I read with a great deal of interest her thoughts on the recent execution in Florida. Now for those of you who don't know *grin* I grew up in Georgia, where "he needed killing" can be considered as a viable defense for murder...and yes, you may fill in your favorite appropriate redneck joke here, if you so desire...

However, I did live in Florida for almost 14 years, and in Tallahassee, the capital, for all of it ( or close by in Quincy). This time frame also encompasses the lowest point of that state's intelligence level, hanging chads notwithstanding...

On March 25, 1997, the state of Florida executed one Pedro Medina, for the crime of stabbing to death a former teacher. Medina was one of 125,000 to flee Cuba, one assumes to seek a better life here in the States. During the course of his execution, by electric chair, "Glen Dickson, Medina's pastor, testified that he saw the flames rising out of Medina's head, smelled an acrid smell and saw Medina take three labored breaths after the electrical current to the chair had been turned off and the strap holding him in it has been loosened."

(http://www.dc.state.fl.us/oth/deathrow/drorder.html)

To that end, Florida began to debate the "humanity" of using the electric chair as a form of capital punishment, because it "might cause pain to the inmate"

*stomps over to the corner and gets out the scuffed soapbox*

HELLO????

Caused this guy pain?? you have GOT to be shitting me...this guy stabs somebody, multiple times, a teacher no less, who wanted to help this guy, leaves his family bereft, and you're worried about causing this guy a little discomfort? So "Ol Sparky" as the chair was called, was put out of operation, and the more "humane" form of lethal injection steps in to fill the need.....

So now because some tech got the needle in the wrong place, and this guy Angel Diaz suffers some tremors, we're supposed to worry about what HE feels? I agree with vampirewitch-put these people in a room full of the very types of people they assaulted, and let all them have a crack at 'em...they'll beg for that needle, muscle, vein, or dick, for all they care...

I still love the joke about how they sterilize the needle to avoid infection before giving a lethal injection....again, the height of irony to me...



an eye for an eye indeed....



I cannot for the life of me understand how a certain amount of time tends to make government types and bleeding heart liberals forget just how heinous these crimes were at the time, and suddenly sprout sympathy touchy feelies for these monsters.. how after years of living off the tax payers dollars, living better IN prison than some of them ever did OUTSIDE of prison, and I might add with more luxuries than some hard working, law abiding people have, that somehow these monsters suddenly deserve to die without a little pain-I dare say they did not give the same leniency to their victims that the government is willing to give them now...

Keep the damn death penalty-I personally would welcome the return of "Old Sparky" faulty sponge, headgear and all.....since we can't or won't adopt the eye for an eye attitude that is so prevelant in some Middle Eastern countries, at least don't mitigate the suffering of the victims by mollifying the criminals.

*END TRANSMISSION*

*soapbox quietly returned to the corner*

Never wash sheets with socks- you may THINK you shook everything out when you pulled them sheets out of the dryer, but I can GUARANTEE you that you will roll over in the middle of the night, plump up that misbehaving pillow, and get a sock right in the mouth....all together now...



EEEEUUUUWWWWWW........



That is rule number one-



NEVER get up on a Monday with your head full of ideas about how you are going to get everything done so that you can coast for the rest of the week....The dryer won't dry, I knocked a FULL bowl of freshly roasted pumpkin seeds all over the carpet, had to vacuum them up, popped the reset button on the back up after plugging the vacuum in, went to paint my mother-in-law's Christmas present so that I could get it finished in time to actually give her at Christmas, and just as I'm putting the last bit on, the top to the can literally exploded, sending grey fleckstone pain EVERYWHERE, except where I needed it to go...



THAT is rule number 2

or so everybody in my newly acquired family kept telling me....then last week what happenes? it SNOWS ...gee, go figure...

So I'm talking to Sahahria, another newly Canadianized young lady such as myself, who tells me "we've gotten 60cm in 24 hours..."

Nope, that ain't how you measure snow...



"It ain't gonna stick"

"It'll stick but it won't be here fer long"

"I can make a footprint you can see"

"If you drink a whole six-pack, you can write your entire name of Billy-Bob Beaudreux Jones"

"It's bout near up to my ankles"

"where the HELL is my cat"

"where the hell is my CAR?"

I was rating profiles of the people who had rated me, and I came across the profile for wilddance- she is 28, and this was towards the bottom of her profile- I can honestly say finding this was the best thing to happen to me since the latest war with my stepmother, and coudn't have come at a better time....thank you wilddance...





This is called the Never Quit Pledge



Today I promise I will not quit.I pledge that

no matter how many ups and downs I pass

through,I will continue on my journey.



I pledge to make a NEW START today,and

forgive myself for the past,and to stop being

so critical of myself.To stop making excuses,

and stop blaming other people or situations.



I pledge to treat myself as I would my best

Friend,because that is who I am.I pledge to

stay in the race and be the Winner for NOT QUITING when it gets hard!!!!!!!!!!!

*going into the corner and dragging out the inevitable soapbox, part deux*

Ok, a while back I commented on the fact that some people just seem to stamp profiles without really reading them, obviously just to climb up ye olde VR food chain...many of us have, alot (like me) have the bad manners to actually READ and THINK about what we are rating, not just wham bam thank you ma'am, and off we go...I objected, on my last stance here upon the box, that a profile was here simply as an excuse to harass a person on VR, and that of the multitudes of people who had rated ( I believe at last count it was 70 or so) only FOUR had actually commented on the content of the profile, indicating that they had actually read the flaming thing.....

Today I decided to rate the way I have been lately- mainly, going back through the people who had already rated me, and if I hadn't already done so, to return the favor for better or worse...I find this much less aggravating than going through the newbies, as they have usually not been here long enough to really gussy up their profile, or else they simply don't give a shit *shrugs* whatever...

So I am blissfully giggling away, reading profiles that have some substance to them and are actually a joy to read and rate, when I run across a name I haven't seen in quite some time...MsLeFaye was a friend of mine, but she was highly prone to poking sharp objects at the higher ups for all the wrong reasons, and while I liked her as a friend, I didn't always respect the battles she chose to fight- her business, not mine, and to each his/her own.

The profile she had under this name has been banned for infinity by Cancer since JANUARY 1, 2006 PEOPLE!?!?!?! And yet people are still rating the profile TODAY. Can you not pay attention to what you are writing or rating? there isn't even anything there TO RATE!!! Maybe if Cancer really wants to make people a bit more honest about how they level up around here, he should not only ban the people he wants to, but make it so that you can no longer rate a banned or deleted profile. I'm not saying take away points from everybody who legitiemately rated these profiles when they were active, just fix it so you can't rate after the profile is no longer valid- I know when I commented on the loss of levels by so many people after the Great Sandbox Purge (sorry, couldn'y resist) that he mentioned that people didn't lose points for profiles that were deleted, and I appreciate that....but I mean really, people- READ what you are rating for crying out loud....don't be a lemming and blindly go over the cliff just because everybody else is...

*TRANSMISSION ENDED*

*soapbox dutifully returned to it's rightful corner*

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ok, I lied...I could NOT resist taking a final poke at this woman who had tormented me for three years through one of the worst periods of my life...so sue me...lol



Date: 2006/12/07 Thu PM 03:35:55 EST

> To: Sue

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> I just thought you should know. I was very happy when Daddy found you, because he was so happy, and it had been so long since he had been happy. When he brought you to meet me, I was very proud to be his daughter. When you two decided to get married, I thought that not only was Daddy going to have the kind of woman I had always thought he deserved, but that you and I could be friends as well. As time went on, you began to feel as much like a mother as my own had been, and I was

happy. Then people around me started noticing things, but I told them nothing was wrong, I was happy Daddy had you. After you brought me to the house after Connor was born and helped me as much as you could, I was

grateful, and I let my guard down and trusted you. The following year Jim and I worked together to send a letter to the Thomasville paper nominating you for Mother of the Year for everything you had done for us as

a family. And then Jim's parents started noticing things, but I ignored it, because Daddy was happy. Then Daddy got sick, and I

thought this time I would have some help, that I wouldn't have to do everything like I did when Mom died. But that didn't happen. And things got worse. I don't know what is wrong with you that has made you so bitter and hateful towards Jim and myself, or why you seem insistent on

blaming us for everything. But from the beginning we loved you, and not just

because Daddy loved you, but becuase you were a good woman. But you are not someone I want my son exposed to anymore. You are sick, and you need help before you hurt anymore people around you. I never realized

how much you needed help until after Daddy died and people started telling me things I had refused to notice until then. Now I wonder, just

what else did my Daddy have to go through before he died that I chose not to see, because I thought you made him so happy?

From: "sue askew"

Date: 2006/12/06 Wed PM 12:23:56 EST

To:

Subject: RE: Hello



So be it. You accusations are totally untrue. I went to the daycare to deliver Conner's birthday present I and did not create a scene. I have not harassed anyone. I have only spoken the truth and you and I and God know it. I have come to realize things that went over the years now

that I didn't understand for so long. I was so naive. The truth finally hit me and I could not believe I was so blind for so long. What Conner needs to know about his grandfather and me is that we loved each other very much and I made a home out of the house we lived in. Tell him that his grandfather was happier with me than he had ever been at any other time in life and that he loved me more than any women that had ever been in his life. Tell him that for the first time he was proud of a wife

that he could carry on his arm in public places. Tell him that his grandfather said I had made his life complete like he never thought it would be. Tell him that I opened my heart and my arms to the three of you when he was born and took care of you in our home like you were my flesh and blood. Tell him that my children and grandchildren loved him dearly and

played withhim covering him tenderly with loving hugs and kisses. Tell him that he was showered with gifts of toys and clothing on every occasion and when there was no occasion at all just because he was so loved. Tell him that

there are hundreds of picture all over because he was loved by my family.



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Date: 2006/12/06 Wed PM 04:59:24 EST

To: "sue askew" meadbrewer@tds.net

Subject: Re: RE: Hello



My "accusations" are from the reports I got from the women at the day care center, not something I made up. And need I remind you that your "helping" me after Connor was born has since turned into you using things I said when I was sick completely out of context in order to justify your own theft and greed. From the letter YOU wrote to our respective lawyers... " I was not even allowed to mail my step grandchild a birthday gift on his fifth birthday. The child I took care of the first month of his life along with his mother. The child she said she would not care if something happen to him when he was three days old. This statement was made in front of her father, her husband, and me."

First, you were not HERE when he was three days old, you were still in Pensacola with your other grandchildren. Second, anything you have sent to Connor has been given to him, and always will be. And third, you are the one who insisted that after 2 weeks that we had to go home and get used to dealing with a baby. Which we did. I cannot believe that you would stoop so low as to take advantage of a woman who was as sick as I was at the time for your own benefit and greed. So I fail to see how you have earned the right to ANYTHING where we are concerned. You have lied, threatened, stolen from and harassed both Jim and myself for three years- I stand by that statement. As Jim and I have both said, we will explain to him when he is old enough to understand just what

happened, without all the self righteous rhetoric you seem so keen to employ to make yourself look better. Yes, my daddy loved you, yes you and yours loved my son. And that is what he will be told. But he will also know what happened after Daddy died, in as un hurtful a way as we can tell him. Then whatever he decides will be up to him.









That's it- I am done letting this woman make me feel like I have been swimming in a vat of vomit and shit....I just can't take this anymore...anything other than a perfunctory no will go unsaid unless necessary to do otherwise.

Dear Luann,



I talked to Jim in October and ask to see Conner. He refused to let me see him.



I don't know the circumstances of your visitation rights but I was wondering if it would be possible if you could arrange for us to met sometime in December when you were here and let me see him. I am sure he will not remember me. It will be find for him not to to be told who I am if that would suit everyone better.



I think I earned the right to see him once in a while. After all he is Brad's grandson and I love him as I love Brad.



I would be most grateful it you would consider this request.





Sue





Dear Sue-

I talked to Jim, and we are in accordance that the answer to your request is no. You have harrassed and insulted us for 3 years, you

showed up at Connor's daycare without warning or permission and made a scene, and we do not trust you to be around Connor. As Jim told you, when Connor is 18, we will tell him what he needs to know as far as my father and

you are concerned, and he is then entitled to make his own decision as to whether he wants to see you or not. Until then, Jim and I are more concerned with what is in Connor's best interest, and we do not feel it is in his best

interests to be around you. I have no plans to be in Florida in December, as I was just there in October for Connor's birthday, and can't afford

another trip now. Please do not try to contact Connor in any way at this time.

If you truly love him as you claim, you will not upset him and confuse him like this. When he is old enough to understand, it will be his decision

for him to make, but for now, Jim and I will decide what is best for him.











Ah dear GOD.....this is my father's second wife (he has since passed on, for those of you who don't know the story) who has relentlessly hounded me, harrassed me, insulted me, and out and out LIED to me and about me, AND she claims to have more smarts (HER words) than I do because she worked on a farm her whole life, and after her first husband cheated on her, had a heart attack and DIED, she put herself through nursing school....and she is so smart she can't even string a decent amount of sentences together to make a coherent e-mail...*shaking head*...looks around for VW69 "can I get out my soapbox now???"



For three years, this woman tormented me through one of the worst periods of my life, i.e. the aftermath of my father's death, and my recent divorce, of which she had a large hand in causing, I might add. She has lied, stolen things from me my father specifically left me in his will and sold them, she has sent BOXES of papers of things she copied off the net, blood test results, and oh, let us NOT FORGET.....all the " God loves me, you should be nicer to me" or " God is waiting for you to get right" emails etc., etc., etc., AD NAUSEUM....

She actually had the chudspah to show up at Connor's (my son) daycare unannounced, without asking, and certainly without getting permission, to see Connor and give him b-day presents about 2 years ago, thank GOD the manager called me at work and asked if it was ok (there was a note in his folder stating under NO circumstances was she to be allowed anywhere NEAR our son, but it had apparently caught on the inside of the folder and she didn't see it) and then when she was refused admittance to the day care or allowed to see Connor, she threw a total tantrum, making a very nasty scene in the parking lot, to the point where the lady there threatened to call the poilice and have her forcibly removed....more than once she has called or emailed and threatened to find Connor, and since she is SOOO well known in Grady County (Cairo, Georgia for those of you with access to a map) and has so many friends etc., she could take him away and we would never find him again....

Between paying lawyers, to no avail I might add, to keep her at bay and from selling any MORE of my things, and my ex husband and his bullshit, I'm so broke I can't even pay attention, much less afford another trip to see my son, and she being at least half the cause of that, and she knows it...



Say it with me girls......she has a "SNOWBALL'S CHANCE IN HELL" of seeing my son.

And yet, fiery southern redhead that I am, I was very polite, very firm, and not the least bit angsty or nasty or any of the other things that she has been, and for some reason everybody keeps expecting me to be...

Where's the chocolate....I need a quilt, and a hug.....

For those of you who have read the rest of my journal and know how my empathic abilities work, can you just IMAGINE what this is feeling like right now? I have resisted looking inside her for many reasons, mostly because I have a distinct dislike of prying uninvited-but if you have never been close to a mind that is seriously fucked up, I don't recommend trying it if you do what I do...it is one of the ugliest sensations in the world that I know of, and just having one of her emails in my folder makes me feel so profoundly dirty it defies description...it's all slimey and sharp edges and blackness....DAMN, I wish I had some liquor in the house....