Joseph Trent King

This is Trent. He was such a sweet,well mannered young man. I miss his face and his funny self.When he lived here I got to spend alot of time with him and find out what some of his hopes and dreams were. One of those was to own a motorcycle. A crotch rocket. That motorcycle was what was the death of him. He was 18 years old. He will be missed by all that knew him.

Ron Pope "Drop In The Ocean"

Went to the doctor .....

they have decided that the Lamictal I take for my BiPolar state has worked very well on my manic episodes. So well in fact I am currently depressed which is assisting in the panic attacks that I am having. Nothing like having a screwed up brain. At least this helps to explain the fact that I feel my brain is shriveling.

MY BRAIN....

feels like it is shriveling. I really think it is. It's getting harder to think everyday. I don't like that. I always was a thinker. I have a great capacity for reasoning. I love to think. Now I am becoming frustrated when I try to think. It's enough to make a gal angry.

Troll.....

is a movie from 1986 starring Noah Hathaway, Michael Moriarty, and Shelley Hack. The main character is Harry Potter,Jr. His father is Harry Potter a writer. His mother is Anne and his sister is Wendy. Odd isn't it that J.K. Rowling created her character who is H.P. not but around a decade later? This one(HPJ)however has to save his sister from an evil troll who is trying to take over the world.

GRADUATION DAY.......

at my house sucks. After 14 years of pushing, cajoling, crying, cussing and lotsa bribing my son will have to attend summer school for 2 sessions to receive his diploma. The math portion was failed by 5 points. The anatomy portion(which he never should have taken)was failed. The teacher gave him an excellent opportunity to earn the extra points. A five page report on any disease of Ryan's choice. He cut and pasted the entire paper. No original thought. I blew my top with that one. If he had not made a B- on his senior paper I would not have been so angry. Blatant plagiarism.
He makes me angry and I will leave it at that.

I FOUND THIS....

today while I was looking for a marker for Molly's grave.
A heart of gold stopped beating,
Two shining eyes at rest.
God broke my heart to prove,
He only takes the best.
God knows you had to leave me,
But you did not go alone.
For part of me went with you
The day he took you home.
And then this one. As a child I always wondered what happened to pets when they died. One of my Sunday school teachers told me that animals did not go to heaven. I cried. Now as an adult I know that is not true.

The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor.
Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing;
they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together,
but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet,
you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet,
so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author Unknown

PRETTY PRINCESS MOLLY....

died this morning at about 7:15. She was a 9 year old Chocolate Labrador Retriever. She was such a character she will be greatly missed. Her favorite things to do was chase a tennis ball, play with her squeaky duck, and stuffed baby Mickey Mouse.
Molly had been sick since November 2007. First there was what they thought was bladder cancer,then her ear drum in her right ear ruptured and we discovered she had a bacterial infection. THEN as if that was not enough the Feldene she had been put on for the bladder thing and then left on because it helped her hip displaysia caused her to have a gastrointestinal bleed. It never got better.
We buried her by the pool at the deep end where she LOVED to swim. My husband,Tim, went and bought 3 landscaping Knockout roses in red to plant at her head, at the middle of her back and the third one at her tail. We also have two running roses in Scentimental planted behind those.
God bless my Pretty Princess Molly and throw her tennis ball far now that she can run after it again with no pain. I would imagine Sam and her brother Prince Ian the Magnificent were waiting on her when she took her last breath and went to Heaven.

Ah yes...

the wonderful world of me. I have a house that a never ending cyclone lives in. It does not seem to matter if I clean all day it gets dirty within hours. HOURS! How in the name of all that is holy did women from earlier generations do it? My grandmothers houses were always clean. I can't even keep my kitchen and another room clean at the same time. YEACH!

The End.....

is coming. My oldest child is graduating high school. His teen years have been a struggle. He's been arrested,sent to boot camp, a group home, had his license revoked twice, gone through three vehicles and has only recently been diagnosed as bipolar.
I think back on all the years that have been wasted of his school years and all it took was one dr's visit and he was on a med that three weeks in has made a drastic difference in his moods. I have taken him to a couple of dr.'s and no one made the diagnosis. I should have known because I am bipolar. I should have seen the signs. I did not because his symptoms were not the same as mine.
This boy was my first born. The one I placed so much hope in. They were shattered. Everytime I would extend a hand he would bite it. I am so tired now. I know that this bipolar thing is going to make his life harder. I just want the best for him for the rest of his life. I want him to be happy. I want his life to be long and prosperous. I want more for him than what I had. An"easier row to hoe".

Sleep Deprivation.....

I can understand why it can be used as a form of torture. I did not sleep Tuesday night at all. Wednesday night I slept about three hours or so. Thursday night I got around five hours sleep. During those three days I forgot to feed my dogs regularly. I sucked at work. Not to mention the fact that I was quite grouchy during that time. Even now on Friday night I am not sleepy and it is almost an hour past my bedtime. It really is nerve wracking. The feeling that comes with no sleep that is. I was told by quite a few older people when I was younger that sleep would not be as needed. Well I've always slept during the day and not so much at night. Now I don't always have to sleep everyday and I DO NOT LIKE IT!!!! Maybe Saturday night I can sleep.

THE WORLD IS FULL OF CRAP

ORGANIC. GREEN. These seem to be the new hot topic of the day. Well I was born and bred in south Alabama. Here we still do alot of things the way that the new hot topic way. My grandparents grew their own veggies up until maybe 10 years ago. My grandparents-in-law still garden. I have been lax in my picking of and putting up vegetables from the garden but with the cost of groceries now days I am going to be more vigilant.I know that gardening is not all there is to green living.
One of the funniest things about green living tips that I heard the other day was to turn off the ac and open a window. Well I have become accustomed to my ac. In south Alabama the humidity is so bad that your clothes will be damp. Not from sweat mind you but from the humidity is a KILLER. 100% moisture in the air. No clouds in the sky ,no breezes bowing. The grass is so parched that you can hear it crackle when you walk on it. The smell that emits from underfoot is not the usual grassy smell but almost a burnt odor. The person who made that tip must have been from an area where they have cooler temperatures. Last year we had record setting highs AND record numbers of days with NO rain,not even an adequate amount of dew on the ground. My yard was brown not green. I will gladly do my part but I will not suffer a heat stroke nor be miserable just to say I live green. I will give up something else but not my ac on a summer day when the temperature is over 100 with an even higher heat index.

I DISLIKE.......

I dislike the intenseness with which my emotions are changing. I feel sometimes like I am drowning. Amazing is it not that anger and sadness can be maintained within the same brain at one time and yet not seem to exist at all.
I dislike being angry.It is not the anger that clears the air. This is an anger that corrupts your very being and turns you into a shrieking, slobbering shrew. One of the women you see in the horror movies that turns into a killer.
I dislike the way my hair is laying on my head.
I dislike the color of my foundation.
I dislike the way that the pills that I took to make me sleep makes my head feel.
I dislike the fact that I dislike so many things. Believe me this list is short and
I do not want to dislike the the things that I dislike.
I want to like the things that I dislike because I did not always dislike these things.I want to like myself again. I want to look into my mirror and like what I see. I have not liked what I see there for years. Even at 38 I have been told I am attractive. I do not see it. I see me. I see someone I do not like.

CRAP

I DON'T LIKE TO START CRAP. I DON'T LIKE TO FINISH OTHER PEOPLE'S CRAP. WHY IS IT THAT PEOPLE WHO WANT OTHER'S TO THINK HIGHLY OF THEM AND YET THERE LIFE IS SO FILLED WITH CRAP THAT EVERYTHING AROUND THEM SEEMS BROWN.