Well-Rounded Character

OMG! EM:HE Went to my middle school!

2010-03-08T02:13:00.000-06:00

The family in this edition of EM:HE may have come from Florida, but they travelled to Tulsa, OK and visited one of the middle schools I went to:)

Yumm Chili's!!!

2010-01-31T23:00:00.002-06:00

So Nathan and I went to Chili's tonight:) I don't normally like Chili's, but tonight I tried something new:)

For a starter, I had the Burger Bites. They normally come with a weird sauce that I didn't like, but we got the Triple Dipper or whatever and Nathan got the Chicken Tenders, which come with Honey Mustard Sauce... So I dipped my burgers in it and all I can say is AMAZING!!!

For the meal, I tried their Margarita Chicken with Black Beans and Rice:) YUM! Of course they gave me like 5 servings of it and I could only eat 1/2 of it! So I took it home, will eat it tomorrow:)

***Update: I microwaved it the next day and it was still awesome:)***

My Viviti Site...

2009-12-10T02:26:00.002-06:00

Some of you may have noticed that there is nothing on my viviti site now. Well I had some issues with the site and now I can't log in. So please be patient with me as I try to get back in. Apparently even Viviti cannot help me:(

***Update 02/03/10: I have requested that Viviti delete the site, I'll try to put it back up.***

Some Grandma!

2009-11-18T14:51:00.005-06:00

OK so a lot of you don't know very much about me. I'll be adding more and more posts... But for now I'll just give you a little tidbit.
I am on my second marriage (Nathan). I had a child with my first husband (John), and while I was pregnant, he was abusive to me. The abuse started when we moved in with his mother (Nancy), who said it was "normal" and that her husband, John's stepfather (Ray) hit her too, and stopped when we moved out. He was never abusive to his son (We'll just say C), but DHS got involved because John didn't work and we became homeless, plus C had medical issues and we had to take C to the emergency room after a month and a half of his life, due to these medical issues. We never brought C home, as DHS decided that because of the former abuse and because of the medical issues and homelessness we weren't able to care for him.

John still doesn't work reliably, which has led to him having financial issues and not having a place to live. I feel sorry for John, and I'm trying to be nice to him, for the sake of C, who has been adopted. When I see C again, I want to be able to get along with John, because C may want to have a relationship with us. I don't want to be one of those mothers who ruins her son's graduation/wedding because she can't get along with his father. So Nathan and I have let John live here (while he works, only) for the past year. It's also helpful to us financially, so we have kept him, although John's attitude is very stressful.

In any case, Nancy and Ray (who hate me) were pretty much unaware John lives here... Well that I live here at least. They know about Nathan, but I gather that John just hasn't mentioned that I am Nathan's wife. In any case, I've been pretty lucky not to run into Nancy and Ray. They blame me for everything that happened with our marriage and C. They actually were complete butts about John and I getting divorced, and at first refused to allow us to speak to each other so we COULD get divorced! In any case, even for the two months we had C with us... Nancy really wasn't what you could call a doting grandmother... BUT I thought, surely, that would change as he got older. No. She just got more and more mad at ME. Because I'm allowed to get updates and photos, and John isn't.

Well Monday, Nathan and I sent John to get groceries. He came back and said we had a flat tire and he couldn't go. So we proceeded to hurry to get to the tire place because Nathan had to go to work the next day. Well, John goes outside to get the tire off... About 5-10 minutes later, Nathan goes out to see what's taking so long. John isn't anywhere to be found, but there's a car in our driveway. Nathan goes to ask who they are, and finds out it's Nancy and Ray. John is sitting in the back seat. Well, then I come out to see who it is, but I'm in my pajamas so I only stick my head out. Nathan tells me it's John's parents... And I decide to go outside anyways, just so I can say hi, since I know they don't know I live here. Plus it's MY house and if they can't deal with me being there, too bad. They shouldn't be on my property if they can't deal with it. I wish I had been close enough to see the look on their faces when they saw me!

In any case, after the initial "Take THAT" attitude... I decided to be civil. So I went out to their car to ask if they wanted to see the most recent photos of C. They didn't even roll the window down to talk to me, rude people that they are! Anyhow John finally just rolled HIS window down. I spoke directly to them, said "I just wondered if you wanted to see any photos of C?" They answered so quietly I couldn't hear them, so I asked John what they said. John said no. I can't believe that the grandmother of a child of six, who hasn't seen her grandchild or any photos of him since he was at least two, would turn down the opportunity to see photos of him! Does that sound NORMAL to you?

Of course, I don't really GET Nancy anyhow. She's always been strange. Even when John and I were engaged, I'd visit and she'd be holed up in her room. She wouldn't even let John or his sister Kerri (or guests) talk to her when her shows were on (which was the whole time she was home, it wasn't just one or two shows or anything!) You had to wait until a commercial to talk to her.

When I found out I was pregnant, we were staying with my sister because we were homeless. My sister kicked us out (because my family is pretty messed up too but we won't get into that right now) John's mother had gotten evicted, so we decided to use our tax refund money to help her get a place so we could all move in together. That's when John started hitting me, when we moved in. When I told Nancy, she said that it was normal, that Ray hit her too "but then he stopped" (he was in jail). The place we got was a trailer, with three rooms. The two rooms on the end of the house were the biggest and had the air conditioners in them. The middle room had a tiny window. She had me and John in the room with the tiny window and no air, and we weren't allowed to share her air conditioner. Well I'm sorry but at 8 months pregnant in July... THAT WAS TORTURE! We were supposed to get his sister Kerri's room after she went to college, for the baby. BUT no, we were then told we had to share our room (the one that only fit a twin bed), the one with no heat/air... With the baby when it came, because Kerri's room was there for visits. So we decided to move out.

When we told her we were planning to move out because we needed room for the baby, she got FURIOUS! She said "OK, fine... You want to move out? Move right now!" and told us we had an hour to get out of her house or she'd call the cops, because she knew we had "stolen her food"... We had an EGG or two because we had so little money living there (she wanted all our money) that we had no money for food! We were going to food pantries for ALL of our food, and had to share ONE CAN of food (veggies, fruit, etc) between two of us, per meal... and I was pregnant!

Now, keep in mind. It was the night before my 21st birthday, and I was 8 months pregnant. It was also... AUGUST! It was around 98-101 degrees outside, and John and I were the only ones moving our things out. We had a lot of furniture, too. And only one hour to get off her property before the cops would be called. We then had to sit outside in the driveway until someone could come and get us (about 30 mins-1 hr) I had to use the bathroom but couldn't, and had nothing to drink, etc. That night, we ended up falling asleep at Walmart, because it was the only place we had to go until our apartment was ready the next day. How embarrassing is it to be woken up by the security guards at 4am and told you would have to wake up before any customers came in? And yes, she seriously called the cops after she got home (20 minutes before we left, while we were packing our things in the trailer to leave) to say we had stolen a PHONE CORD! A $1.00 cord that connects your phone to your wall... That WE had bought!!! OMG! This woman is NUTS!

Once, when John and I were homeless, John got REALLY sick. John was so sick that we decided to take him to VA to the ER. The shelter was about 5 miles from the VA. John planned to WALK to the VA! But I couldn't convince her to come and pick him up and take him to the ER! She said "I don't have room in my car, it's full of stuff". OMG woman your son is very sick, sick enough to go to the ER, sick enough that he would rather WALK than not go, and you can't clean your stupid car out???

My First OFFICIAL Day

2009-11-14T23:10:00.002-06:00

You may have read my LAST post, and you're thinking THAT was my first day... But that was actually training. Anyhow so today was my ACTUAL first day:)

Nathan and I got to bed pretty late yesterday (4am) so I was VERY tired this morning (at 9am) and didn't want to get up:( BUT I am really excited about working at the Santa Set, so I made myself:(

When I first got there, I discovered that we were going to have a PARADE:) It was REALLY fun:) A group of child violinists came to play for us as we walked through the mall:) I was actually rather disappointed that we only went through two hallways, but other than that, it was great:)

The whole time we were walking I had a hard time keeping from crying (happy tears, don't worry!) because it was just so beautiful and sweet and magical! All you could see were wall-to-wall people: children, adults, seniors... There was NO age limit to who was touched by this:) I really wish I had known about it in time, I would have taken my camera and taken some photographs and video! It's just so hard to describe it in words! OK, guess I'll try, hmmm...

The children are here:
it's time.
The music is starting:
let's march.
Sweetly the violin strings
let forth the cheerful tunes.
Ho,Ho,Ho
he says to them all.
A small hand reaches
and is clasped, warmly.
A heart is glowing
He held my hand!
"Hello, Steven", he says-
How did he know my name?
Clap, clap:
the music is wonderful!
So many smiling faces:
infant and child, man, woman, grandma, grandpa.
How often are we united
regardless of age?
We stop:
dancing in place to the music.
So many flashes:
Santa is the star!
Walking again:
people-shopping, stopping, watching.
Walking back, children follow:
is he the Pied Piper too?
Tears in my eyes
with a smile on my face
I watch over Santa
like he watches over them
We are serenaded
by sweet violins
Children playing
forget in awe of Santa
Little boy forgets the bow
must touch the strings
Where is the music?
He is watching Santa!
The concert ends:
we clap.
Lump in my throat
they know they are special...
Because he cared.

Okay I totally threw that together RIGHT THIS SECOND-what do you think lol?

While we were working, I was really excited because we had some children who "got over" their fear of Santa:) To me... it's kind of like watching someone get saved! OH it's just so AWESOME working with SANTA:)

After work, I was talking to the people at the Hickory Farms kiosk, and then decided to go home. As I was walking towards the entrance I parked closest to... I saw a familiar face. At first I wasn't sure, but then I thought... Maybe it was my former Cryslurs (Advanced Choir) Director? I had her phone number, so I called her to see if she was there. It was totally her:) So I got to see her again, and meet her daughter:) That was fun:)

Getting Into The Christmas Spirit:)

2009-11-12T22:43:00.004-06:00

Today was my first day on The Noerr Programs' Santa Set:) Today was definately an interesting day! When I got there, I discovered that the shirts they had in stock didn't fit me (they only had S-XL and I wear a 2x)... So i couldn't change into my uniform:( That would have meant I couldn't work for 1-2 days, or as long as a week! So I was trying to figure out if I had enough money in the bank to be able to afford to buy a new shirt. Before I could get any further with that, though... Santa made an appearance, and I found out that he had a uniform shirt too! So he's loaned me his shirt until mine comes in:) Aren't I special? LOL. We got a photograph of my boss, me, Santa, and the other two trainees... We all got a copy... I'll see if it's okay to post it:)

*Update 11/14/09-He said I couldn't post it:( Darn! Well I guess if you and I are friends ask to see it:)

Tonight's News Broadcast...

2009-11-09T22:59:00.009-06:00

I know I haven't mentioned them in my blog so far, but I've been working with a foster care reform group, The Oklahoma Family Rights Coalition, for some time. If you would like to find out more about them, please visit their website at http://www.okfrc.org.

Well, last week, they contacted me and asked if I would allow myself to be interviewed on the news. I agreed. The topic was the over-medication of foster children. I, too, was given several different medicines that I don't feel I needed.

Here's the video. It's of the entire broadcast, so if you are only interested in this video... It starts at approximately 5 min 32 sec, and ends appromimately 10 min 05 sec.

Getting Things Off My Chest

2009-08-23T11:14:00.003-05:00

OK I've been thinking about some things. I've decided the best way to live a better life, to be stress-free and be a better Christian, who can forgive others for hurting me, is to detail everything that is bothering me right now, to get it off of my chest.
Once I can tell what's bothering me, the idea is that I can then get rid of it for once and all. Please don't take anything said here as an attack, it is merely a means to forgiveness and healing.

About My Family:

I'm having a hard time with the knowledge that families treat each other the way that my family has been treating me. I find myself both with the need to be around my family, and the need to just give up trying to be around them. Here are some of the many things that bother me about my biological and foster families.
1987-Sister molested me.
1989-I went to foster care.
1990-I moved in with the Henry’s. Even though I didn’t agree with some of the beliefs they had, I really loved it there. I felt like I was part of a family, finally. I thought they were going to adopt me. I was really hurt when I had to move.
1993-Mom said she’d fight for me til I’m 13, I never got adopted because of this.
1996-I get raped, my social worker didn’t report it. The boys got away with it.

1997-My dental issues start. No one takes an active role in helping me prevent/reverse them.

1998-I found and visited my sister, she stole from me.

2000-I found my mother but she wouldn’t come visit me because “Oklahoma is where I lost you”.

2001-My mother disappears after 9/11 (She was in the area and I was very worried!) and I don’t find her until 2002.

2003-Husband and I move in with my sister, who is pregnant with my first niece. She keeps me and my husband apart (won’t let us talk to each other or even sleep in the same room) and tells him I am controlling (because I’m trying to get him to get a job). She convinces him that I’m trying to hurt him. Sister forces me to go out job hunting (on foot) while I’m very sick, even though husband doesn’t have to go. I end up at the hospital because I almost passed out. I was seriously dehydrated, and find out I’m pregnant. Sister kicks me out (while I’m out of the house-I was locked out when I come back) and won’t let me get my stuff or talk to my husband. I see husband at the gas station and try to talk to him, but sister chases us and gets him to get in her car, then drives away with him. The day after I leave, sister “gives” my “cousin” (she’s the granddaughter of my grandmother’s best friend, and they grew up as cousins) to husband as a “gift”. They sleep together and she gets pregnant. 9 months later, to the day, she has a baby girl. Baby girl has lots of health problems, including some that husband’s father has. Sister and brother-in-law beat up husband, and then kicks him out. I forgive him, and we get back together again. We move in with his mother, and put the deposit down on her trailer so she isn’t homeless. He starts to hit me while we’re at his mother’s. She doesn’t help. She says it’s “normal” and she says she’ll kick me out if I call the cops. She refuses to help us out with food, even though we’re both working (me more hours than husband) and I’m pregnant. She accuses me of stealing food from her. I have my son, and sister doesn’t even try to see him. Mother moves here and we run into her. We stay in touch. Son gets taken from me and sister doesn’t provide any support.

2004-My grandmother dies and sister doesn’t tell us. I find out from my aunt months later. My very first Mother’s Day, my son is in foster care. My mother comes to my house for a special dinner with me, her, husband, and my best friend. Best friend has to yell at my mother because she ruins dinner. I find out from my aunt that my niece has health issues. She’s several months old before my mother or I see her, in the hospital. Sister refuses to help husband and I find out if the baby girl is husband’s daughter, and won’t even give us a location for the “cousin”. Husband won’t do what he needs to in order to get son back. Husband and I separate, and sister still gives no support. My mother gets upset with me about separating from my husband. Sister won’t let me see my niece unless I visit. Mother helps me financially.

2005-I get information about donating my kidney to my niece. My niece dies, and sister doesn’t even tell my mother or I until about a month later, and we couldn’t go to the funeral because of this. I allow my son to be adopted, and my sister and mother both get upset with me over it. They give no support.

2007-Mother moves in with sister because she can’t see my son any more. I don’t see her anymore. She doesn’t call or write on holidays, Mother’s Day, my birthday. I get a storage unit for her and pay for it myself. She comes to pick up her stuff several months later with my sister and they both yell at me over the money I owe my mother. I have no money to pay her back, as I’m living with my fiance’s family and we’re saving to move out. The only photos I get to see of my nephew, who I have only seen twice since he was born (two years earlier) are the ones my sister’s best friend puts online. I’m told I cannot put them on my myspace page for my friends to see. My foster grandmother dies and I’m not told until later. From then on, most of my foster family seems to want nothing to do with me.

2008-I get remarried. Neither my sister nor my mother even try to come to the wedding, even though they know about it. My sister has a baby. I find out from the same person who I get photos of my nephew from, nearly a month after she’s born. Ex-husband moves in with me and current husband. I am working at a photography studio, and ask my sister to come to my job to get photographs taken of her, my mother, brother-in-law, niece, and nephew. I offer to pay because I just want some photographs of my family. She refuses.

2009-Ex-husband starts giving us problems, giving us an attitute, not paying his bills, etc. I'm becoming very upset with him because after everything I've done for him, he treats me (and husband) this way? It starts stressing me out. I finally get to visit my sister, and I see my niece (first time) and nephew (third time). My niece is a year old and my nephew is now three years old. I took some photographs and I’m told not to put them online because “I don’t want perverts to find my children”… Even though best friend puts their photos, full names, and location on the photographs, and she knows this! While we’re there, I’m told I cannot go in any room except the living room. I need to pee and I’m told I cannot use the bathroom. I then get yelled at by my brother-in-law because of my ex-husband. We leave and have to drive for 45 minutes to use a public restroom. My mother comes to visit for my birthday, and tells me that my sister feels that I should come to visit her if I want to see her.

About My Friends:

Ever since I lost my son, I’ve had issues going on with my friends. Afterwards, very few of my friends stuck around. It made me very lonely, and it made me feel like they thought I really did abuse/neglect him. For several years later, I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere, because I found that I could not get a great many of my friends to talk to me, even when I notified them of deaths in my family, or even good things, like me graduating from high school or getting married. Since I got Myspace, Facebook, Twitter, etc… I’ve noticed it getting worse. Several times friends “unfriend” me or refuse to respond to anything I write… I can’t even get people to respond when I ask for addresses/email addresses so I can send holiday/birthday cards and/or party invites! With no explanation. I have started to feel pretty invisible to just about everyone! (If you talk to me, then exclude yourself from the friends involved). I’m not sure WHY it’s happening, but it hurts!

About My Body:

Ever since I was about nine or ten years old, I've hated my body. When I was in fourth grade, they showed our class the "puberty" video. I already had boobs. The kids at school teased me horribly. The boys even chased me with straight pins, trying to "pop the balloons". At one point, I even flashed the girls in the locker room because they said I stuffed my bra. I HATED having large breasts. I've always wanted to get rid of them. Back in high school, I was really skinny, and I had a hard time finding a bra to fit because of the large cups and small band... Well, I thought if I got fat, maybe I'd have more luck. Nope. They just got bigger. I joined the military, and I got in trouble because they thought I wasn't wearing a bra... In reality, I had been wearing TWO bras... One for my band, and one for my cup! I find myself daydreaming about the day I can FINALLY get them taken off.

Now that I'm fat, I find it really hard to do a lot of things. It's hard to walk, hard to excercise, hard to do ANYTHING! I can't find clothes to fit me, and this makes it hard to do so many things.

About My Money:

I have never been rich. I have always had to "make do", always had to make things last, always had "hand-me-downs"... Up until this year, I've never had a new car. Every car I ever bought, was bought with cash, under $1000, and was at least 10 years old before I got it. I never had nice things, and I never had enough money that I could buy things I wanted. That all changed when Nathan and I started dating, but even now, we aren't rich. We still have money issues.

I Cannot Believe This Happened!

2009-08-22T10:22:00.002-05:00

I read an article earlier that really upset me. It was about the director of Oklahoma's CASA (volunteers who help foster children in court) program, who embezzled $500,000 or more from the organization. Read the article here. This really upsets me because, for one, this woman was in charge while I was in care, and I'm pretty sure I've spoken to her. For two, she went undetected for, what they are estimating, FIVE YEARS! How is that even possible? Also, why on earth would you embezzle money from a CHARITY? I don't understand! I mean, it's never good to steal, but if you DO steal, you should make it from a BUSINESS, who can recoup their losses another way. Anyone else have any thoughts on this? She just makes me SICK!

Renda Northington

2009-07-05T01:56:00.002-05:00

One of the "House Mothers" at the group home I was in... Has been accused of abuse, neglect, etc. Renda and I never saw eye-to-eye. I remember one day she had tackled me to the ground.
What happened was essentially I was reading and left the room to do something (go the bathroom, get a drink, I don't really remember what). The house rules were that if we left anything downstairs out of place, it was locked up for a few days. However, since I was still using it, and was coming right back, I did not see the need to put it away. She started to confiscate it and I came back and told her I wasn't leaving it there, I only left for a second, etc. She kept it and I started to grab it from her because I believed she was just being mean. Then I grabbed something of hers and told her that if she was going to steal my things I'd take something of hers. Well, she then threw me to the ground and we started tussling. I don't really remember all of it, but somewhere around here I have my diaries from when I was a child. When I find them I'll post more. Anyhow, here's the newspaper article about the accusations.

Continuation of Issues With My Foster Sister...

2009-06-19T06:26:00.003-05:00

OK... some of you may have read about what happened around Mother's Day with my foster sister. If you did, this is just more bull she's doing.

If not... You should go read it.

OK so starting in March, ending the week after Mother's Day... I took around 500 photographs of my former foster sister, her husband, and her daughter. I had told her I would do this for free in exchange for the right to post them on my website for promotional use. She said ok. I had planned to print out the photos on my printer at home (since I was doing it for free, I wasn't going to be able to pay for them to be printed) and give her a CD in case she wanted them printed professionally. This was also going to include full copyright to the images. Basically, I was giving her everything. All I wanted was the right to promote my business using the photographs.

OK. So up until yesterday, around 5pm, everything was good. Then she called me on my cell phone, and asked if I could do some pictures for my niece and her friend. I said yes, but I can't do them for free because I'm broke (we actually had no food and were living off Braum's food, since it comes out of his paycheck... Yah it was low this week too!). I was about to tell her that I would do them for the friends price, which is $12. Then she says "Well I had to pay to get them printed last time, and can't you just do them for free?"

I was on my way out the door to get groceries since he just got paid, so I said I'd call her back. She says ok, and I get ready to walk out the door when my house phone rings. I go ahead and answer it because we were waiting for a business to call us back, and it's her again! She says "Well my husband says that he doesn't want our daughter to be on your website anymore because you said we'd get free pictures and they weren't free because we had to pay to get them printed."

Well, first of all, yes, I did say I would print them. However, I had 100 sheets of photo paper. Then my printer wouldn't work. I hadn't printed photos on it yet, so I didn't know until we started to print. We were able to print approximately 15-20 photos before the printer started to really act up. I then had to order a new printer, which only arrived this past week. I told her she could wait until I got my new printer and then I could print out the photos. She didn't want to wait that long, so I gave her the CD with all the prints and a release form. She then got them printed herself. Not my fault that she didn't want to wait.

Then she refused to pay me back money that she owed me, and my bills were a LOT higher (like $300-500 more in ONE MONTH!) because of her disrespectful use of my home (including leaving our doors and windows open when we had the air conditioner on and using my long distance when we told her to use our cell phones for that) while she was here, so I couldn't AFFORD to print her photos. Also, on my website it clearly states that prints cost extra, so why is it that she gets better treatment when they are free? Also, she signed a piece of paper saying she would allow me to use them.

So anyhow I was trying to get out of my house and didn't want to cuss her out, so I hung up on her. I just truly needed some time to process what she said. She did leave me a message (which I just got a little bit ago, since we went to a movie after we went shopping) saying "how dare" I hang up on her, and that she was going to have to "take this to a higher power" or something like that... Because I "lied" to her. Dunno what that means, I guess she's planning to sue me? I did feel bad later for hanging up on her, but in my defense she kindof cornered me and I had just woken up, so wasn't in the greatest of moods.

Anyhow just wondering if anyone agrees with her, or am I in the right? I already got one or two opinions, but just wanted a majority opinion.

Free Root Beer Float Night At Sonic!

2009-06-03T23:01:00.006-05:00

OK so today was "Free Root Beer Float Night" at Sonic. Nathan absolutely LOVES root beer floats, and tomorrow is his birthday, so we decided to go to as many Sonic's as we could and get as many floats as we could, in celebration. (Keep in mind, these are very small floats, and most weren't all the way full, so it would take at least 2 and maybe even three of these to get to a large one, which is normally what size we get).

Here's how it went:

NW Expressway & May-We pulled up, and it was CRAZY! There were a bunch of carhops outside, with large trays of floats. We pushed the button and asked for two floats and a water. Right after we ordered, someone gave us a coupon for our next visit. They brought us the two floats first, which were very melted and leaking. Then we got the water. I only had a five dollar bill, and it was 33 cents. The carhop looked frazzled and hurried, so I told him just keep the change, give me the ones. Nathan ate both of these, as I didn't want one yet.

NW 23 & May-We could see that it was even BUSIER than the one at the Expressway, all the way from the Mazzio's! People were lined up in the Buy For Less parking lot! But Nathan really wanted me to stop, so we did. We finally parked. We ordered and then someone came up to the car and asked us if we got our floats yet. We said no, and she ran off and brought them back. Again, they were melted and leaking. Then, while we were eating them, some kids came up in a car and were playing REALLY bad music (like actual band instruments). I commented on it, then thought they had driven off, so we went back to enjoying our floats... Until we heard them yelling and making a big fuss. It sounded like catcalls at a sports game, then they started to play really loadly. I don't know enough about musical instruments to be sure, but Nathan said one was a trumpet. The other was an accordian. I got some video of it. You can't really SEE them, but you can HEAR them. I ate this one, and Nathan ate his.

Free Root Beer Float Night At Sonic Party Crashers

NW 23 & Woodward-We pulled up and were amazed that they weren't very busy at ALL. Maybe because of all the construction in their area. They had people standing around outside, but not nearly as many as the other locations. They were very friendly and not rushed at all. We didn't even have to order, once we pulled up, someone asked if we wanted free floats. They also said "God bless". When we got the floats, we were very surprised that they were barely melted at all! MUCH better than the other two locations! I ate about 3/4 of this one, and Nathan ate his and the rest of mine.

NW 10 & Meridian-We pulled up and parked. I pushed the button, and then all the lights turned off outside! They said "How may we help you?" and I said "We wanted two of the free floats?" They then said "We're closed." THEN someone ELSE said "We'll bring them right out to you" and then the lights went back on! Weird! They did bring us two floats, which were melted and only half-full. They had only one person out, it was a few minutes before 10pm, and they had very little business. Nathan ate both of these.

People Who Don't Respect Other People & Their Belongings Really Piss Me Off!

2009-06-01T14:53:00.002-05:00

OK so here's the deal... My former foster sister and I got back in touch early last year, after not seeing each other since 2003. We've been talking on the phone a lot, and wanted to get together to talk in person.

One of the things that has bugged me about her is that she will call me all day long. She starts early in the morning, then calls me every few hours. If I don't answer, she'll call back another four or five times. She will then leave me messages sounding all pissed off and asking if I'm mad. A lot of times, I'm either at work, watching a movie, using the restroom, eating, spending private time with my husband, or other reasons it isn't appropriate to answer the phone.

I've been trying to get her to come to my home for a while now. We went to her house last year, but I got a virus the morning after we got there, and had to come straight home so they wouldn't get sick. Her husband is scared of OKC (someone told him that they would get shot on their way to the Zoo, so they turned around after driving all the way here, and went back home to Cushing!) The next time, they refused to come to the Zoo unless I went with them, so I could "protect" them, I guess. After THAT time... They kept making plans but being unable to come. They came once to go to the doctor, getting mad at me because I didn't answer my phone for a whole hour, and they wanted me to go with them.

I finally got them here to visit our home (which I've been hoping to show them since we bought it last July). However, here's what happened: Sunday, May 10 (Mother's Day, which I was hoping to have to myself), my sister calls me. Since she called me LAST Mother's Day complaining about her Mom being rude to her and hurting her feelings-without even wishing ME a Happy Mother's Day-I didn't want to answer. But I knew if I didn't, she'd just keep calling and bugging me. So I answered. She told me that she was planning to come down soon. I had planned on her coming the next weekend, but she said "I'm going to talk to Brian and see if we can come tonight." Well... It was like 7pm when she called me. I tried to tell her it would be more convenient if she came on Monday afternoon or any time Wednesday, since I had plans for the next morning, as well as Tuesday afternoon. She said she wanted to come then, so Brian couldn't change his mind (because he's always the one who does). I caved in because I didn't want him to change his mind and he couldn't if they left the second he got home from work. I had to clean my house like a maniac, because my house wasn't company-ready. I had planned to shower after cleaning, because we had to leave the windows open to air out the house, which smelled like pets, so I got all sweaty. But they got here before I could.

Four hours later, we had to drive all the way to Remington Park from our house near the Fairgrounds, because they would get lost (How hard is it to get from Remington Park to the Fairgrounds, when they are both near highways that intersect?) THEN we had to drive them back on City Streets, because they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to follow us and I told them I wouldn't be able to turn around quickly and backtrack on the highway. When we FINALLY got to my house, their dog (because they had to bring him since they were supposed to stay until Tuesday or Wednesday) was trying to fight our dogs, and scared my cats. Natosha and I had to go grocery shopping, because there wasn't enough food in the house for company. They kept us up talking until about 2am (remember, they only got here about 11pm-12am to begin with) and then Brian was complaining because Natosha and I didn't get to eat dinner, so we were eating at 2am. I still hadn't had a shower, so I was really filthy, but I was too tired to bathe. I went to bed and planned to shower the next morning. However, I never got the chance, because they had used all the towels (including mine) and so I would have to wait until I could do laundry. I never got to do the laundry, because Natosha had me taking pictures of Gracie the whole day.

Natosha was like a maniac when it came to getting Gracie to take pictures. She would get mad at Gracie for the smallest things, and any time that I asked Gracie to do something, Natosha would tell her to do something else... Usually something that didn't look good AT ALL! Gracie is four years old, and is developmentally delayed. Natosha coerced me into taking photos of Gracie ALL day, despite the fact that Gracie kept getting tired and grouchy. Every time I would attempt to convince her to stop, Nathosha would "bribe" or "threaten" Gracie into continuing. When she would get Gracie to smile again, I did continue, but it made me feel bad for Gracie. I thought maybe she was just afraid we wouldn't have enough time to hang out, see OKC, and take photographs, but I still thought it would have been much better to have just donephotographs in short spurts.

Anyhow, then she got upset because I had told her I would print them off, but I wanted to clean up the photographs on my computer, first. YOu know, make some black and white, some brighter colors, etc? But she didn't understand that I couldn't do that with a four-year-old screaming and running around my house. So I tried to do that at night, but she wouldn't let me go to bed until like 2-3 in the morning, and I would fall asleep at the computer. The whole time she was here, we went to bed around 2-3 (I went to sleep at 4-5 because I had to work on her photos) and she would wake us up between 8am-11am (we normally don't get up until sometime between 11am-1pm, because Nathan works nights, and we stay up until 2-3am normally)

The second day that she was here (Tuesday), Natosha was all pissy about the fact that we didn't get up as early as she wanted us to, and she thought I wasn't even going to print her photos, and my house was filthy (because the whole time they were here, all they did was make a mess in my house), and she wanted to go home, etc. Well, she finally got out of her mood. I had an appointment to get my hair done, so she came with me and got hers done, too. Then we went to do more pictures. That night, I was so stressed out, I hid in my room, in the closet floor! I was trying to call someone to talk... I wanted someone to call and say there was an emergency, so I could get OUT OF MY HOUSE! I finally just said I needed to go to Braum's to buy something. I went to Braum's and didn't want to go home, so I said I had diarrhea and was stuck in the bathroom, and that I'd come home when I felt better. Nathan got sent home early because they were slow, and I had told him to say that his job sent him home with me because I was sick. So then my sister said "I would never make my husband come home from work because I was sick!"

Well, on Wednesday, we had had enough. They were always complaining, they were eating all of our food, they were stressing us out, we hadn't had any sleep, they wouldn't respect our things. For example: They cooked a pizza and sent Gracie to our room to watch a movie because they were using the TV in the living room. They gave her pizza, and set her on my BED! I told them to get her OFF my bed, because FOR ONE no one eats on my bed, FOR TWO she's four, so she's almost guaranteed to spill something, and FOR THREE my sheets are WHITE and she's eating PIZZA! So my brother-in-law pulls my blankets off the bed, puts them on the floor, then sets her on them. The pizza plate is hot, so he THEN sets my WHITE blanket under her plate! Well, guess what? She DID get pizza on the blanket... Then she got up and was jumping on my bed with her hands dirty with pizza! Brian had to go back to work, so they were going to go home. But Natosha and Gracie wanted to stay. I told her we had to ask Nathan. Well, Nathan and I hadn't had any time alone, so he didn't know I wanted him to say no. I thought he would anyways, because I thought he was just as tired of their crap as I was. But he said yes. I almost cried.

We had to pick up Nathan's ring from the mall after it was sized, so we both went, and while we were driving, I asked him why he didn't say no... He said he thought I wanted them to stay. I said no, but now you've said yes, so I can't get out of it without pissing them off. We called his mom for advice. She told us to kick them out, that Nathan should be the one to tell them because it was my family, and the way it should work is... If it's my family, he has to tell them... If it's his family, I have to tell them. That way the family is mad at the spouse, not their own family. Anyhow so we finally told them, and then they got all pissed and were like "Well we want our pictures!" So I hurried up and printed them off, but they didn't look good, so I called my printer company, and they said they'd have to send me a replacement. Then Nathan checked the printer and we were able to print SOME of the photos. I put the rest on a CD for them. I checked it out on the PS3 to be sure it'd work. Then, we found out we were under a TORNADO WARNING!!! GRRR all of this stress and then they COULDN'T leave!!! So we had to wait out the tornado. BTW, it was Nathan's day off, and we had intended to spend it together after we kicked them out. So finally they were ready to go. We had to drive them back to Remington Park. In the middle of a tornado. Then, after we left, they kept calling us because they got lost getting from Remington Park to the highway! They couldn't even tell us where they were, so we couldn't help them! They kept calling us, telling us how they were in hail, and there were ambulances blocking them, etc, etc. They called us until like 11pm, so we didn't get ANY rest/relaxation on Nathan's day off!

AFTER they left is when we found out JUST how bad things were. EVERY SINGLE towel in my house was dirty, because they used them for rags, to put on the floor after their shower, etc. EVERY SINGLE blanket in my house was dirty, because they were used on their bed, and either they or one of the animals had peed on it!!! THEN... I went into my closet to get some clothes, which I have been putting on my closet floor because I haven't had time to put them away.... AND one of the animals had PEED all over the four loads of laundry in my closet floor!!! So we had TEN loads of laundry to do after they left, when we normally have 2-3 at a time!!! They ate EVERYTHING in our house! We had NO money, and were, in fact, overdrawn, after grocery shopping for them. We then had to go to Braum's and buy food, which means we bought about $100 worth of food from Braum's. We usually spend that much a MONTH. They ate a whole MONTH'S worth of food. (We usually buy that much at a time, then just refill bread, milk, pop, and ice cream) They left our doors open when the air conditioning was on, and all the windows open. They let their daughter play in our water. The little girl would ask for something to eat every ten minutes, then they would let her watch tv while she was eating. She would run between the table (where I insisted she eat) and the tv, and would eventually forget about the food. We had to throw away HALF of everything she asked for, and we fed her every ten minutes... So really, they didn't EAT a months' worth of food... They ate a weeks' worth of food, and THREW AWAY three weeks' worth!

Afterward, when our bills started to pour in, is when we REALLY got pissed. Our gas bill was $63 more, we had to spend twice as much on gas for our car (We'll say $25), we had to buy TWO month's worth of groceries for ONE month... Then when Nathan got his check, it was $200 less than it normally is, because they cost $30 to feed when we had no food, plus we had to buy, well, I guess $170 worth of groceries to keep us from starving. Oh, turns out they stayed so long because they had no food at home! Also, we had send them $40 to get Gracie medicine the week before (total cost $50), and when Natosha asked if they could buy me ink to replace the ink they used for the photos, Brian said NO! And then, today... I got our cable/internet/phone bill... They were asked not to make long-distance phone calls on my house phone, because it's more expensive... I was letting them use my cell phone since it's free... And guess what they did? They made EIGHT long-distance phone calls while they were here, PLUS they called directory assistance! Well, grand total for THAT was $5! So, all-in-all... They cost us $350-500! (We're not exactly sure how much yet, since we haven't gotten all of our bills)

THEN... When they got home, apparently my brother-in-law ended up in the hospital with Mercer's Staph Infection, and they claimed that they got it at MY house! They said it was filthy and that they got it because it was filthy (now, remember that THEY messed up my house after I cleaned it top-to-bottom!) Anyhow, suffice it to say, that once my brother-in-law was out of the hospital... I stopped talking to them!

Getting There...

2009-04-29T07:00:00.004-05:00

I've been off my game for a couple of months now. Not sleeping, eating at odd hours... Not getting much done, having a hard time concentrating... I'm so grouchy I can't stand MYSELF! But I think I'm starting to come back around! I've been getting things done this week:) Still having issues with the rest, but... Gotta start somewhere, right?

Email From My Alledged Assassin:

2009-03-29T17:07:00.003-05:00

Attention: Read Carefully

I felt very sorry and bad for you, that your life is going to end like this if you don't comply, i was paid to eliminate you and I have to do it within 10 days. Someone you called your friend wants you dead by all means, and the person have spent a lot of money on this, the person also came to us and told us that he wants you dead and he provided us your names, photograph and other necessary information we needed about you. If you are in doubt with this I will send you to death.

Meanwhile, I have sent my boys to track you down and they have carried out the necessary investigation needed for the operation, but I ordered them to stop for a while and not to strike immediately because I just felt something good and sympathetic about you. I decided to contact you first and know why somebody will want you dead by all means. Right now my men are monitoring you, their eyes are on you, and even the place you think is safer for you to hide might not be. Now do you want to LIVE OR DIE? It is up to you. Get back to me now if you are ready to enter deal with me, I mean life trade, who knows, and I might just spear your life, $9,000 usd is all you need to spend. You will first of all pay $3,000 usd then I will send the tape of the person that want you dead to you and when the tape gets to you, you will pay the remaining $6,000 usd. If you are not ready for my help, then I will have no choice but to carry on the assignment after all I have already being paid before now.
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Warning: do not think of contacting the police or even tell anyone because I will extend it to any member of your family since you are aware that somebody want you dead, and the person knows all members of your family as well. For your own good I will advise you not to go out once is 9pm until I make out time to see you and give you the tape of my discussion with the person who want you dead then you can use it to take any legal action. Good luck as I await your urgent respond. Do response to me on this email servicesforsuspension@yahoo.cn
Thanks,
Mr. Jacks Hitler (Everyones Nigtmare)

I did call the cops and they said it was just a scam to get my money. SO... Don't bother calling the cops cause they won't do anything about it. But don't send him any money either. I would go ahead and block this person and report them to your email company.

Sims 3 is coming!

2009-02-28T01:18:00.004-06:00

And I can't wait!!!

25 Things About Me...

2009-01-29T14:37:00.001-06:00

These are the responses to one of those random questionnaires going around on social networks.

1. I was born on August 7, 1982 in Guthrie, OK.

2. My parents were old when I was born... My mom was 34 and my dad was 49.

3. I was abused as a child. I won't go into specifics, all I can say was it wasn't by my parents.

4. I was put into foster care when I was 6 1/2 years old.

5. I lived in so many different foster homes I can't remember how many there were or the names of most of my foster parents. The ones I do remember, were exceptional in some way (either good or bad). I don't have contact with many of them any more... If I do, it's only with the kids, for the most part.

6. I went to at least one new school a year (sometimes a new school every month), at least up until I was 14, when I stayed put for two whole years!

7. I almost didn't graduate from high school, due to my moving around... In fact, I was almost shuttled off to "alternative school" because I was a foster child and moved around so much!

8. I had lots of friends in school, but I wasn't popular. I didn't keep many of the friends I made after I moved away from each town. I have very few childhood friends I keep in contact with now.

9. I joined the army, but it didn't pan out.

10. I got married pretty young, in fact two days before I graduated high school. It was a mistake. He was a lazy bum who abused me.

11. I had a little boy with my first husband. He got sick within a week of his birth. I couldn't work b/c I had to take care of him, and my husband refused to work, so we ended up homeless. My son went to the hospital and they called a social worker. He was taken from us at the hospital, when he was 2 months old. We were only allowed to see him for an hour, once a month.

12. After fighting for our son for almost a year, my first husband's rights were going to be taken away. He signed them away, and we seperated.

13. I fought for my son another year. He was about to be able to spend the night with me, and then I lost my job and my apartment. My rights were about to be taken away, as well. I signed them away so that he could be adopted, and so I could have more children.

14. The judge, at the last hearing, said that "this was one of the only cases he's seen where everyone was completely focused on the well-being of the child", and that he could tell I "love my son and want what's best". He ordered me to be able to see my son until he was adopted, to be able to be at the adoption hearing and know what would be expected of me. He said this was "in the child's best interest". This is what I cling to when people judge me for what has happened.

15. I dream of one day finding a way to get a pardon for my involvement in what happened to my son, so I can be a foster parent. I want to help other foster children.

16. I miss my son every day, and his "memory" drives me to improve myself, to be the kind of mother he can be proud of, not the one he was born to.

17. After two years of being seperated, my first husband and I got a divorce. We are still friends.

18. A little over a year after my divorce, I married the love of my life:) He has helped me to become the person I've always wanted to be. I trust him COMPLETELY! We have NO secrets, and life has never been so great!

19. I have started up a few nonprofits and businesses (not officially yet, as I need to have money and other things situated first), online only for the moment.

20. I am very interested in web design, video production, photography, writing, and genealogy. These are my main "hobbies" and business interests.

21. My husband and I are Christians, although we don't attend church as regularly as we hope to.

22. I have 2 roommates. One is my ex-husband (who we felt deserved a second chance) and the second is our former roommate, who we ALSO felt deserved a second chance.

23. My house is very messy. I hate being messy:( Those of you who knew me when I lived on my own, you may have trouble believing this!

24. I'm a photographer at JC Penney's Portrait Studios in either Penn Square or The Shops At Moore, I love it! Nathan is an assistant manager at Braum's on 17th and Classen, he loves his job, too! Come see us!

25. My husband and I are ready to start a family, hopefully we'll get good news soon:)

Jerk Roomates!

2009-01-11T02:34:00.003-06:00

I'm so tired of my roommates! I'm trying to have this party on Friday... Only I can't get anyone to STOP dirtying up my house and HELP me clean it!

I'm so tired of it! Also one of my roommates keeps saying "GD" but won't listen to me when I ask him to stop... And he won't stop playing his stupid guitar 25 hrs a day. But he gets mad at me for asking him to stop, even when I have a headache. When I tell him why it's so upsetting that he's being loud and lazy when I'm tired and have a headache from the stress... Because I'm trying to get my house cleaned up to have a party that I've been planning for over 2 months. I'm probably going to have to cancel my party because of this and the fact that my husband can't even get the day off and my boss also needs me to work that day. I'm tired of my jerkoff roommates. All I want is to enjoy my home with my husband and start a family but instead I have to rescue all these pitiful childish "adults" because I feel compassion for everyone. And then, tonight, he starts threatening me with plates and throws cups around my house and says "well then I'm moving out tomorrow" because I ask him would he mind if I play my "christian" music all the time (because he's an atheist) since he obviously doesn't care about my feelings about whether or not I want to hear his guitar. All because I asked him to turn off his guitar for the 3,000,000th time!!! IN MY HOUSE, which he GROSSLY underpays me for and never helps clean and DOES NOT APPRECIATE US AT ALL!!! It's really sad b/c my other roommate, usually the one who sucks the most, is being better than him right now!!! GRRRR OK I'm done now I think....

New Year's Resolutions...

2009-01-02T02:07:00.000-06:00

1. Clean my house.
2. Clean up my web persona.
3. Get my finances under control.
4. Get rid of my roommates.
5. Start journaling about my feelings, and get my past on paper (or internet)
These things are causing me stress, and the stress is making it harder to lose weight.

6. Stop eating ice cream, cake, cookies, candy, etc (except in case of emergency, since I'm hypoglycemic.)
7. Start exercising. I am VERY sedentary!
8. Start drinking 8 glasses of water a day.
9. Start sleeping 8 hours a night.
10. Take care of my dental issues and my medical issues.
11. Stop drinking ANY pop!
12. Start keeping a daily diary of what I eat. Count calories.
These will help me reach my goals of becoming more healthy.

My car almost got jacked last night...

2009-01-01T01:16:00.002-06:00

OK so my (husband's) Mustang almost got jacked last night! We went to May Avenue Liquor and got some stuff to celebrate New Year's.

We took Ravon along because we were going to Walmart after, then home to drink. (We were celebrating early because I was off the next day and Nubine was able to hang out.) So Ravon tried to come in (even though I told him not to) and we had locked the car. They (almost immediately) asked him for ID, and he was asked to leave. Well, I didn't think about the car being locked. Apparently, the owner and a worker noticed he was standing outside, waiting for us. They let him in, just made him stand by the registers/door. I saw them let him in and gave him the car keys. Well, we left about a minute or two after that. He was hanging out in the car... Then, while we were getting loaded up and starting the car and all, the owner came out and was asking if we saw "who took that car"... We said the people who just left the store? We weren't really paying attention to them. Well then he started yelling for us to call 911. So we did. Apparently, the worker was ALSO calling 911. Another worker, who apparently went to NWC, got in her car and drove after them! Well, we weren't sure if we should hang around and we hadn't really seen anything, so we went ahead and left. After we left, I got to thinking... They were in a "old people car" (lincoln or something)... If we had not had Ravon in the car, or we left after them... That might have been OUR car they stole!!!

Feeling Like A Mother Of A Teenager...

2008-12-26T07:51:00.002-06:00

OK so tonight my roommate went to The Wreckroom with a friend of ours. Well, we made sure to tell our friend, no alchohol, since he's only like 18/19... OK well... He did NOT listen!

I waited up until about 1-1:30 in the morning... He comes in, and he's stumbling all over the place! I had to drag him in to Nathan (who was asleep, since he has to be at work at 5:30am) to have him smell him... Then to John, because Nathan wouldn't wake up... Well so finally I bundled Ravon off to bed, even though I'm worried that he might not be ok (cause he's never drank before and he's super skinny and also didn't eat much today) so I'm concerned that maybe I should be checking on him every so often. I have to be at work at 10am, though... so I guess I have to go to bed and just hope for the best. I did tell him that if he feels weird at ALL, to come and wake us up so we can get him some help. I told him I'm waking him up in the morning... I'm going to yell. He needs to learn not to drink, especially not NOW! Also, it's one of our rules, because we do NOT allow underage drinking in our house!

Who Would Steal From An Elderly Man At Christmas???

2008-12-24T07:40:00.003-06:00

My dear friend, Victor, who is kind of like an adopted grandfather to me, had bought the house we originally planned to buy. He has been having issues ever since. He has had MANY things stolen from his house, and apparently has been having a great deal of contact from local gang members.

Well, around Thanksgiving he had left to do some work at his cabin, in Cashion. He was gone for a good long while, and when he returned, it was to find his house cleaned out, and the electrical box outside ripped out. Apparently, the theives thought that the best way to handle things was to be sure no one would see them. So he replaced the electric, decided to just sell the house. He had someone come view. I hadn't spoken to him in a while.

At 12am today (Christmas Eve), I called him and asked how things were going, was he going to spend Christmas at my mother-in-law's, like he did last year and he said, "No, probably not." So I asked him why and he tells me about the latest things. Apparently, they have stolen THREE sets of heaters... No, not 3 heaters, they actually stole all the heaters from the house, he replaced them, they stole those, he replaced them, etc. And he has now the FOURTH set of heaters. Now these are $400 heaters!

Also, the last time, he had only gone from his house near the 10th Street Flea Market to the McDonald's on 23rd and Penn... and back... And they had already cleaned him out!!! Plus he has had to buy new electrical stuff for the box outside, repair windows, got a dog, etc.

Well, I just find it horrible that someone could do this to him. He is the kindest, most giving person I've ever met. He actually gave a homeless man a home to live in, several years ago. He then took that same gentleman and rented out the house mentioned here to him, before all the thefts started. He got injured (shattered leg) because he was picking up a dead cat on a highway at night, so he could bury it. He takes in every stray that comes to his house. He had 3-4 cats at one time, and also has a opposom right now. He has been there for me since I was fourteen years old, and used to be there for my dear friend, Velvet, who has passed on. He used to give her money so she could take me out to eat and to the movies, etc, when she was my mentor. He let me stay at his home when I became homeless after "aging out" of the foster care system. He is so nice and loves EVERYONE that I just want to wring the necks of anyone who could harm him this way.

It has literally made him sick! And now he cannot even come to Christmas Dinner, because he cannot even leave his house for 5 minutes without them stealing all he has! He knows who is doing it, but cannot do anything about it because they are gang members and he fears for his safety! And the sad thing is, he would have given them anything he could, if they had just asked!

We're also worried that next time they may not stop at theft while he's away... If he holes up in there long enough... They may try when he's THERE, and hurt him! Plus, he cannot work if he cannot leave his home!

Please, anyone with advice, I need it! I am at a loss of what to say or do to help in this situation! He is about $50,000 in the hole for this house, not including the last 4 sets of heaters he's had to pay for. He actually has 3 houses, one a cabin in Cashion, the second a home near the capitol area here, and then the most recent one, that he is now trying to get rid of. His other home here is in REALLY bad shape, and we were hoping to move him into the other home so he could sell THAT one. I'm told (although I've never seen it), that his cabin is just as bad.

I don't know... I've been wanting to help him, but he needs more than I can handle on my own. I've asked for some help, but was unable to get the amount needed to handle his needs. I just don't know what to do. I've thought several times about getting DHS or something involved, but honestly I don't feel comfortable calling them, as he has been able to care for himself (albeit not as well as we would wish, due to his physical and financial limitations) and does not seem to be too bad off. But lately, with all of the illnesses he's reporting to me, the state of the cabin and the first house, the fact that he's been stolen from since at least a year ago (regularly), the fact that he's starting to get really stressed, the fact that his finances have plummeted and he's even needed my help several times just to have the ability to afford food... Well I'm wondering if maybe he'd be better off if he DIDN'T live at one of his homes? Dunno, need some advice here, guys!

How Can People Be So Cruel???

2008-12-18T12:29:00.003-06:00

So for about a week or two... I've been talking to this guy every time I'm at Braum's. The first time was when we rescued a dog and then later found his owner. Well, the guy had been there when the dog was there and asked us to take him home. We did. The next time I saw him I told him about the dog.

Well, here's why this is so important. This guy is more concerned about a dog's welfare than his own. He's homeless...
He hangs out at Braum's because it's warm. Me and one of the shift managers try to keep him as fed as possible, and talk to him. He sleeps on the ground, with nothing but plastic bags, a sleeping bag, and a couple of blankets on the ground. He accepts whatever anyone gives him, even if he doesn't like it (for example, he has a pink coat) and he is nice. He loves animals and feels bad because he's warmer than they are.

Nathan, of course, thinks that he's just out to get free stuff. But he's told me about people who cuss at him, throw stuff at him, throw him out of places, etc. Apparently, he can't go to any of the shelters. Why do people have to be so cruel??? I mean, even if he really was a jerk/trouble/etc... It's CHRISTMAS! You know, the season of giving?

Not only that, but weren't you taught... That you should help EVERYONE because they may be a test from Jesus, to see where your heart is? I help everyone I can, because of this. And you know what? Everytime I help, even if it's the last dollar I have, even when I'm broke and probably shouldn't... It comes back to me. Nathan and I weren't really sure we would be able to pay all our bills this month. Now... Within the last three days... We have come into enough money to pay an entire month's bills... And we still have 2 more checks before the end of the month, and one at the beginning to help with NEXT month's bills!!!

Anyhow... Please help someone if you see they are in need. Even if it doesn't come back to you or help you in any way... You'll feel good about yourself. You will have helped someone who may even be on the brink of death.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Last Night At Walmart... and other strange things that happened!

2008-12-12T12:20:00.003-06:00

K so last night was WEIRD!

After our Mustang (the car I drive) got fixed, I went to Braum's to eat. (I hadn't had time to eat all day, and it was like 8:30 at night!) Then Nathan and I both went to our house. When we got here, our roommate called us for a ride. So we took Nathan's truck and went back.

As we were going to pick him up... There were three mall security guards out underneath the marquee and they were looking up and down Penn and the Expressway... Dunno why?

Then we picked John up... And saw like 5 different sets of emergency lights. Apparently someone had fallen off the highway ramps or something out by Belle Isle Walmart/Penn Square Mall? That's what it looked like in the 2 seconds we saw the vehicle, anyhow.

THEN we went to Walmart... As we were walking in the store, like 3-4 people set off the "theft alarm"... Then there were like 5-6 people playing with silly string while waiting in line. I mean, like it was a full-on silly string fest with them. They each had a can or something, and kept attacking each other with it.

So what's up with all this weird stuff going on last night????

DHS Worker-Maybe the Same One Who Abused ME!

2008-12-03T21:16:00.002-06:00

I was reading news stories on Newsok, and happened upon this story. I think this is the same lady who abused me when I was about 17!

Click here to read the story on NewsOK! Now, as for what happened to me... It was sometime between October 27th of 1999 and January 26th of 2000, (these are the dates I was at the shelter, according to my files) which would have made me 17. It was at the Laura Dester Shelter in Tulsa, OK. We were taking our showers, getting ready for bed. The other girls finished their showers before I did. One of the workers came in and told me to hurry up. I told her I was still soapy and would come out as soon as I rinsed off. She accused me of talking back. I think her name was Rochelle. She was a black woman, who looked to be in her 30's or 40's. She was kind of pretty, but had a hard face that reminded me more of a cop than of a person who cared for children all day.Well, she reached right into the shower and dragged me out! I fought back and told her to get her hands off me. I was PISSED! I couldn't believe this woman had the nerve to drag me out of the shower, or even just to touch me while I was completely naked! So we're fighting, and somehow end up near the only door into the bathroom. I'm not sure if I was pushed, dragged, or just fell, but I ended up on the floor. This woman sat on top of me and started to CHOKE me! So now I'm soapy, have been dragged out of the shower, and I'm having to defend myself while totally naked! I could hear people trying to get into the bathroom, and tried to yell for help, but no one could get the door to open, as we were completely blocking it. Finally we're away from the door and people can help, but I make a break for it and run down the hallway.Did I mention that the boys and girls, ages 12-18, and both female and male staff, are in the hallway??? Yah... Everyone in the shelter that night got a peek at my goodies. If you knew me when I was 16-17... You know that was a BIG deal!So I make a run for one of the bedrooms, hoping to shut her out. I make it, but can't get the door to shut before she gets inside. So now we're fighting again, only this time it's punching, kicking, biting, scratching... instead of choking. Somehow I broke the necklace she was wearing. She gets even MORE pissed, because apparently it's important to her!Finally, the fight gets broken up somehow. She's taken off downstairs, claiming it's all my fault and I attacked her. So now I'M in trouble. The workers all tell me to go to bed. I refuse until I know what they are going to do to her. I want her to be arrested, or at least fired. I ask to speak to the shelter's director. I keep bugging them, until finally they get mad enough at me that I'm sent to talk to him to be punished.I get down there and talk to Mr. Estes. We talk for an hour or two. I tell him my side of the story. I can't remember much of what he said, except that I found out he was a private investigator somehow. He said to go to bed and that the next day he'd try to let me know what they would do with "Rochelle". The next day, or maybe the day after, I found out they had sent her to the OTHER side of the shelter... Where the children UNDER 12 were at!!!So she wasn't fired... She wasn't even SUSPENDED pending investigation... She was sent to another area of the shelter, where she could do more damage!!! I had run-ins with her afterwards and they were always unpleasant. If this is her... Why aren't they ARRESTING her??? Last I heard, you could be arrested for threatening someone in this manner, especially children!!!