Saturday, November 23, 2013
So my brother choked me in July and I called the police and we both spent the night in jail since I somehow scratched his arm while fighting for my life.... Yes, we are pressing charges against each other.... and my family is playing "blame the victim" since they all believe I should not have called authorities. What should I have done? Die? Allow myself to continue to be further intimidated anytime I try to see my family and he's around? It doesn't matter what I do. The moment my brother decided to strangle me, he took away my family. I believed that immediately after the fact, and I confirmed that (for the most part) on this first attempt to see any relative of mine. They blame me and so I do not feel "safe" around them either. So if it doesn't matter and they are lost to me no matter whether or not I press charges -- why do I press charges? --Because I still love and care about them and it is only a matter of time before he threatens their lives IF I do nothing. If I do something (press charges and win), it might give my brother pause before he acts, and it might give my family the "permission" they need not to abuse or be abused. Who knows? My line in the sand might save a life -- even though it possibly ruins my brother's. This is the only way I know to stop the transmission of violence through the generations of my family.
Really? What did *I* do? I hope we aren't still playing blame the victim! I had the temerity to utter the word "no" to him. Nope, I wasn't screaming: I wasn't sticking my face in his; in fact, I wasn't even angry. But I said "no."
So... the ones I saw tried to restrain themselves. They said nothing. The tension of saying nothing was thick and heavy and repressive. I tried to speak to my sister (who hadn't been there to witness the event) and she... declared her unhappiness with me. And wasn't interested in listening to me.
On the upside... I got to see my dental-student son and let him work on my teeth. Scary (I can't help it, he's my baby!) but he did a fine job! And I learned that no one had talked to him about what had happened and for that I am grateful. With my own kids, I have tried not to pass on the violence or the "blame the victim" attitude that gets adopted in violent and oppressed families... and I'm glad to report that my son did not express condemnation of my actions.
Further on the upside, I got to visit with friends, who allowed me to vent and who were supportive, and that really helped. I attended my 35th college reunion and had lots of fun. I needed that! For awhile, I was 20 again and in a safe place. I relaxed and enjoyed myself and renewed myself and restored my strength. An awesome 4 days! I had thought reunions must be tiresome, boring things -- but I was SO wrong! I attended interesting lectures, re-joined the Marching Owl Band on the field, re-connected with old friends and laughed and laughed, danced, made a few new friends, and ate until I popped. (okay, that last part wasn't THAT good!) If YOU haven't been back, I highly recommend that you give it a whirl!
Sunday, November 03, 2013
Forget about being “bad” or “weak”. So what? We all have “moments”. You know, you didn’t learn to walk by giving up when you fell down. Simply begin anew at the first available opportunity. You are that much further ahead than last time! Don’t give up your ‘edge’!
Thursday, October 31, 2013
I've been searching for SOMEthing to do on Halloween.... so I'll go to a flash mob scene this evening and wear my Ghost Buster's Costume -- which I made for a video for church. I posted a few pix on my SP page.
There was a haunted house on the outskirts of the town which was avoided by all the townfolk - the ghost which 'lived' there was feared by all.
However, an enterprising journalist decided to get the scoop of the day by photographing the fearsome phantom. When he entered the house, armed with only his camera, the ghost descended upon him, clanking chains et al. He told the ghost "I mean no harm - I just want your photograph". The ghost was quite happy at this chance to make the headlines - he posed for a number of ghostly shots.
The happy journalist rushed back to his dark room, and began developing the photos. Unfortunately, they turned out to be black and underexposed.
So what's the moral of the story?
The spirit was willing but the flash was weak.
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One Halloween a trick-or-treater came to my door dressed as 'Rocky' in boxing gloves and satin shorts. Soon after I gave him some goodies, he returned for more.
"Aren't you the same 'Rocky' who left my doorstep a few minutes ago?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied, "but now I'm the sequel. I'll be back three more times tonight too."
Now there's a lad after my own heart!
Why won't ANGRY Witches fly on their brooms?
They are afraid they'll fly off the handle....
Have a Happy Halloween!
I wish you a full bucket!
Monday, October 28, 2013
It is NOT WISE to marry on Halloween -- it brings out the mean spirit in us! Husband and his wife had a bitter quarrel on that day, their 40th wedding anniversary.
The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads, 'Here Lies My Wife - Cold As Ever'."
"Yeah" she replies, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads, 'Here Lies My Husband - Stiff At Last.'"
Sunday, October 27, 2013
So here is my long, convoluted, joke based upon a Massachusetts accent:
It seemed a scene out of "The Birds"! Along a Massachusetts stretch of farm-to-market road there were SO many dead and dying birds... mostly black birds, crows, and other corvids -- it was scary! Many were horribly mangled! What threat could've killed so many? The state ornithologist was called in. He collected samples and all the dead birds were removed -- but the birds kept dying in great masses! Whatever the threat was, it was ongoing! The State wrote the ornithologist with urgency, telling him to hurry up with his analysis. The ornithologist WAS hurrying -- investigating diet, dietary changes, food availability, environmental changes, infectious diseases etc., but the carcasses were leaving no clues. Time was passing and the crows kept dying! Finally the ornithologist set up an observation station along the road, hoping that direct observations might give him some clues. It happened to a business day In Massachusetts on that Halloween that the ornithologist's letter reached the State. And (summing it up without all the legalese and *ss-covering language), it read:
"Upon direct observation and lengthy analysis, I have concluded that this stretch or road presents the crows with an excellent food source from spillage of foodstuffs being moved by truck; and they are drawn to it in great numbers. The birds tend to post sentries to warn them of approaching danger so that they can remove themselves in time to avoid onrushing cars, trucks, hikers, bikers and the like which they consider dangerous. Crows, being crows, are well-able and diligent in warning of approaching cars. However, while calling "Caw! CAW!" is easy for crows, they are unable to warn of "Truck, TRUCK!"
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