A word,if I may.
I know that I am not supposed to be judgemental as a member of the Compassionate Bloggers.
Unfortunaly I just have to draw the line about drunk drivers,no matter what they drive and or ride on/in.Reverend Mother Maitri,Please forgive me on trhis one.
Thank you Sandee for these.
Now instead of giving these away to specific bloggers.I am giving these to every single blogger that I follow,and those that follow me. For the simple reason that every one fits this catagory.
stupid is what stupid does!
In this photo released Tuesday, March 31, 2009, by the Newark (Ohio) Police Department, a motorized bar stool is shown. Police in Newark, 30 miles east of Columbus, say when they responded to a report of a crash with injuries on March 4 2009, they found a man who had wrecked a bar stool powered by a deconstructed lawn mower. Police say Kile Wygle, 28 was charged with operating a vehicle while intoxicated after he told an officer at the hospital that he had consumed 15 beers. Wygle told police his motorized bar stool can go up to 38 mph.
(AP
to add to this,the jacka$$ said he drank the beers after the crash not before.YEH RIGHT.
a good day today.
Even if it is April fools day,and no I will not pull anything on this posting.
I can count my blessing that today is a good day.I’m glad that I shared some of the stuff that that runs Though my head,it shows a side of me that needed to be shared.
I shared this in response to several blogs that I visit where they talk about the stuff that happens to them.This way I can show them that they are not alone.
Abuse comes in many forms,physical and mental by some one we know. then there is substance abuse in the form of drugs and alcohol.these are “friends” that I know all too well.
than there is the category of self hatred,this takes many forms as well the worse one being suicidal,I have walked that path many times as well.The good part that I know that it is a pernate solution to a temporary problem.This does not mean that the thought will not be revisited,but I now have the tools to combat these thoughts.I promised my psych doc that i would call her and or go to the emergency room.
My point is that no one is perfect,and the last perfect person that walked this Earth was nailed to a cross to die for our sins,that we may be saved.
some thing that I need to share
I have something that I need to share about me.It is a deep emotional scar that I have.it all stemmed from an incident.I alluded to it on Tracy’s site in a comment I made.The problem is that I do not know how to talk about it with out the pain coming back to me.
It is in my nightmares. it is something that happened to me when my Dad flew off the handle before he got all the information.
Here goes nothing. one summer day we were out at my cousin’s house,for a summer outing.Keith and I were playing with a balsa wood glider,throwing it back and forth to each outer.When a gust of wind propelled it to the top of the roof where it dangled partially on and partially over the edge of the roof.
I went into the garage and grabbed a strip of wood that you use between paneling that you put up on walls.I used that to knock the plane off the roof.what I did not count on that because it was so flexible.the strip curled backwards striking my sister in the mouth.She went running and crying into the house that I had hit her.Which I did technically.My Dad flew in to a rage and gave me a real bad beating including shoving me into the storm door that was closed in the breezeway.The glass broke cutting my arm slightly,than Dad pushed me into the car and screamed at me not to leave the car. Mean while my cousin was trying to tell every body that is was an accident,and how it happened.
My mom and Aunt came to the car and took me into the house to clean up my arm.fortunately it was just a couple of scrapes that were not too bad once they were cleaned up. needless to say the scene replays in my head every once and a while of being beaten and shoved into glass door until it opened and the glass broke and than being thrown into the red and white colored 1960 Oldsmobile super 88 4 door sedan,that was the family car at the time. I have felt ashamed that this happened to me,and did not share it with too many people until now.I have shared this with every Psych doctor that I have had ever since I was in the air force.
an update and urgent prayer request.
My cousin Keith has been handed another thing to deal with.His daughter Heather,she first tried to use a knife from the kitchen to hurt herself and her brother took it away from her ,so then she went and got a razor blade and started cutting herself. All over the breakup of her boyfriend,she is in the hospital right now and will be most likly be admitted to the psych ward because of the depression and the cutting that she did. She has been admitted.
a helpful tip
My blogging Friend Sandra over at family corner has a great tip on her blog the title of it is PSSSTTT…COME HERE.it is a good idea and it works.I tried it and it does.especially if you are useing google reader.
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