Friday, September 20, 2013

My Thoughts Always: Purple Heels

Us girls love shoes.  I won't express how much we love them, we just do.  Purple shoes is my new code word.  It's code for I'm trustworthy and call 911.  I'm not going to place the typical tags that I usually place under one of these posts.  I won't even be overly obvious for safety reasons.

Some of this applies to the entirety of the USA and some applies to Kanawha county West Virginia only.  I spoke to a lady at the YWCA in my region.  If you know me really well, you know I saw quite a bit of hitting in the household and worse.  I expressed how this subject means so much to me.

I was given a few really good tips.

  1. Come up with a code word, as I have done here.  This code word is something between yourself and someone you can trust to call 911.
  2. Get out of the kitchen when you're arguing.  The kitchen has weapons.
  3. Get out of any room that has weapons.
  4. Get close to a door, give yourself an escape route.  Create an emergency plan.
  5. Teach your children to hide.  Let it be a closet or any place to get them out of harms way.
  6. Create a savings account.  Save a little at a time so you can leave.
Other YWCA offices will provide services.  The information I have is just for my region.

The crisis number in my region is (304)340-3549  This number will connect you to a women's support group on Tuesdays, a children's support group that discusses appropriate behavior, and even a support group for teen dating.

This number will also provide shelter 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

Should anyone need a way to get a restraining order or further assistance the YWCA has a court advocate.  Judy Quick and Pam Lauranson can be reached at (304)610-1575

For the safety of other women I will not be posting addresses.  These numbers need to be called.

My Thoughts Always: Need for Blogging

I haven't felt like writing.  My heart hasn't been in it for a while.  I've had so much happen.  My nephew passed away, my husband almost cheated on me, my mother-in-law passed away and life goes on.

I've felt like I've told it all.  I have no more story to give and nothing else to say.  I admit, Facebook almost makes it that way.  I have expressed more emotion on that site meant to create mindlessness than I have virtually any where else.  Why?  Since I friend only those I know or can place, it kind of makes it convenient.

I can tell everyone at the same time when my child has landed a waltz jump in ice skating or the neighbor kid needs help is there any advice?  All very convenient and in a way, there's more response.  It's great for every day stuff but it doesn't seem to help me write a post that is really near and dear to my heart.

All of these social networking sites have kind of made me anti-social to my own self.  So, I'm going to attempt to get back to this blog, attempt to get back to me, and attempt to advocate for the things I believe in again.

The posts that I have advocated again domestic violence and child abuse have been my strongest posts.  I have received letters from the things I have posted here.   This blog has made a difference to someone and I think I forgot that.  I think I forgot, along the way of living, who I am and what I stand for.

Someone reminded me today about that person, inadvertently.  Well here I am.  What I stand for, or rather against, is domestic violence.  What I stand for is making a better tomorrow for our future.  What I stand for is world peace.  What I stand for is tolerance for all.  What I stand for is love that doesn't hurt.

There is a need for this blog.  I just stopped seeing the need.  What can I say?  Deep down I'm a Gemini and we're kind of flighty and don't stick to much.  I'm kind of this way with people too.  I don't mean to be this way but it happens with me and about every Gemini I've ever known.  However, once you're a friend, that's a life sentence even when I keep quiet for long periods of time.

Monday, February 27, 2012

My Thoughts Always: Misfit of Society

The more I analyze myself the more I realize I just don't fit in. I can't and won't conform to any societal "norm." I'm not pleased with government, I don't agree with medicating the world, and I'm not down with the religious people.

Government... where to start?  Government should be for the people, by the people.  Government should not be for the corporation,m by the corporation.  Being in bed with a corporation is allowing the corporation's best interest and not those of the people.

Medicating the world... My son has asperger's and other than homeschool, the other option is medication.  Somehow, to me, risking the life of my child to fund any drug company is not acceptable.  Have you ever read the warnings on those things?
Religion... I believe in something but I don't want to call that something God because there are no words.  I feel like no religious text is right and no religious text is wrong.  For you to understand me, I'll have to explain a little deeper.

A few weeks ago my step-nephew passed away.  I was really kind of ok with it.  I was more upset that drug companies were being glorified and the man who took my nephew away from my sister-in-law was getting money out of this deal.  Several non-profits gave him tons of perks over this illness.

After he passed, something happened and I can't just explain it away because it did what I was on a path of doing to begin with.  It tossed every religious teaching I ever had, out the window.   Last week I had a dream that I was not in my body.  This dream was very much real.  When I have dreams there are portions that happen or are a part of a future event and there are bits and pieces that I can't get organized in my head.

This particular dream, I came out of my body and I had decided somehow, to see how my nephew was doing.  I don't know how it happened or why.  I saw this ball of light or energy that was filled with souls.  I did not feel hate, anger, greed or any other human emotion other than a great sense of love.  This was love like you have never felt.  I looked at my nephew, he did not have a "body" he was more of a mist or cloud type being.  I asked him how he was doing and he said only one word "love."   As I woke I heard the word echo in my head.  I have never heard a word echo in my head before but there it was almost like I was in a subway.
My nephew died of brain cancer and I mention this because the back of my head hurt when I woke.  It was so profound and real.  So, here it is...  Why I don't believe in religious texts outside of the history lesson.  We are only intended to learn one thing on this Earth and that is to love as fully and completely as we can.

Religion didn't teach me that.  Religion taught me to judge those who are different.  We are not to judge those who, for instance are gay.  We are not to judge those who think differently than ourselves.   The head honcho doesn't want that.  That kind of thing is man made kind of like a synthetic fiber which is cheaply made and poor quality.

I learned forgiveness a few weeks ago.  Do you know how hard it is to forgive someone of something so completely unforgivable even if that person is dead?  You will never forget, that isn't in your power. When I forgave my dad for raping my mom, I felt a second bout of freedom.  The first was when he died.   This freedom was more of a spiritual freedom.  

I came to the conclusion that we are all here to learn a lesson.  I can't tell you what lesson each of us has to have but for me, I feel that I need to learn unconditional love.  As a human, that's pretty tough but that seems to be where my life is leading me.  In fact in an unexplainable kind of way, I know that's where I need to be.  I'm not saying love the bad.  I'm saying love those who are doing bad  just don't love the deed.

I don't know how or why I'm coming to these conclusions.  Just as I don't know how or why all this is leading me to distance myself even further form the church I grew up in.  We are so busy trying to make God a physical being and it isn't what you think it is.  When I saw my nephew, I almost felt guilty for giving a name like God to it.

I did not have a near death experience.  Those who do, feel compelled to stay.  I wanted to go home and I even felt guilt for being on this other plane (I guess that's what you would call it).   I don't know or understand whats going on with me.  I can tell you that beginning with the death of my mother-in-law, I've stopped looking at death in fear.  

That's another thing religion taught me, to fear death.  If you're good you get to go to heaven, If you're bad you get hell fire and brimstone.  It didn't teach me to be good.  It taught me to be very afraid.  Maybe we aren't supposed to be afraid.  Maybe fear was intended to make you conform.  Is being a misfit to society truly that bad?

Sunday, October 2, 2011

My Thoughts Always: I Create My Own Success

Firstly, I want to say if you would like to check out my weight loss progress you can read that at Diary of a Blob.  Secondly, if you would like to see what we are doing with our home through Habitat for Humanity you can read My Habitat Home.

Let me just get right down to why I posted the links to these other blogs.  Firstly, My weight was attacked through a person that knows my husband.

Let me address this properly... I am the outcome of the childhood obesity epidemic.  If you continue to allow your child 20 piece nuggets and a mega size fry, this will be your child in 30 years.

That child will always have food on his or her mind trying to figure out how to get rid of the weight.  Don't allow your child to grow up to be this.

Now as far as an attack on my my weight, basically calling me "lazy."  As you can see In this picture I am 7 pounds from a 30 lb weight loss.  This picture is slightly off because I now weigh 235 which is only 5 lbs from the 30lb weight loss.  A "lazy" person wouldn't even try to figure out how to loose the amount of weight I've lost.  A "lazy" person wouldn't walk up and down a very steep hill every morning to get their kids off to school and to pick them up.  A "lazy" person would not sit at a table with her children as they do homework.  A "lazy" person would never consider homeschooling her child with autism.  Do you know how challenging homeschooling a child with any form of autism is?  Once I put him in public school his teacher learned it sure isn't easy.  Pulling an "A" out of him is the most difficult thing ever. 

A "lazy" person would have let her children remain in the projects under unsafe conditions, never making an effort to pursue better for her children.  With my two hands I built the walls of the bedrooms my children sleep in.  I held a hammer and nails breaking the skin under my fingernails to give them a safe, decent home.  I worked every weekend for almost two years to build this home.   My husband worked a full time job and during the weekend to build this home.  To say that either of us is lazy is an inaccurate assumption made by someone with that green eyed monster.

Now, let me just address any attack on my marriage.   Any marriage with children is something you should fight for especially if it isn't too late.  Too late means he did the nasty with a woman who doesn't wear his wedding ring.  That's the thing... those with that green eyed monster can't accept those who are completely happy with their own lives.

They spout nonsensical things about how they paid for our home, when in fact, our home is not a part of a government program.  We pay a mortgage and had to build our home.  They spout nonsense about me being a stay at home mom "on welfare" and they are "paying my way" when all we receive is food stamps.  Sorry to disappoint, I began working when I was 14.  I worked for the mayor in the city I lived in.  I chose not to sleep around as a teenager.  I chose to graduate high school, go to college, work full time, do community service, and live a life of understanding before I met my husband.

I did all that.  I never wanted food stamps.  I hate food stamps.  I worked until my doctor told me I needed bed rest to save the life of my child.  As my mom, husband, and brother planted a vegetable garden and I was not  allowed to work the dirt because I had to stay in bed.  Do you know how hard it is to not work when that's all you want to do?  It starts to drive you so crazy you begin to do things to look busy like crochet a blanket for your unborn child.

I mow my grass, not my husband.  While my husband is at work, my children are at school, I mow my yard and my neighbor's yard because she has been a very ill woman.  I built my own raised vegetable garden bed without much help from my husband.  I carried bails of straw on my own only asking for help when I didn't have enough muscle to carry dirt in a wheelbarrow.

I did all this on my own without help.  I don't need to insult others to make myself feel better.   The day that I feel that nasty is a day I will try to write and figure out what is wrong with me.  Any misery I have, as an adult, is caused solely by myself and I don't need to spew my mess on others to be mean or hurtful. I create my own success and failures.

I am in the center of my own universe and this universe, is one I control.   I suggest anyone who has something negative to say about another person learns to look within themselves first.  I don't care if you have a religion or not you will never be happy with yourself or others until you learn to fix yourself first.  Every problem I have ever had has started and ended with me and I am the key to my own success not someone who thinks they have the right answer.

Friday, September 9, 2011

My Thoughts: Remembering 9/11

Reedited blog post from September 11, 2008

It was a morning like any other. I woke at 5:00 AM to get ready for work. I was a manager at Burger King and needed to travel away from my home store because the franchise I worked for opened a store that didn't have enough crew. They depended on crew from other stores.
As usual I did my ritual shower, got dressed, hop into my new Kia Sephia that would later get repoed. I had to pick up one of my employees because we were going to a site where buses don't run very well.

It was just a normal morning.  I waited at all the traffic signs booming music and head banging.  I got onto the freeway during rush hour in Cleveland, OH.  Just another day in the big city.  I got to my employees home and we headed to work.

We were at a light when we heard the news. "Breaking news a plane just hit the World Trade Center." I didn't think much of it. I thought 'Well, gee that's sad.'  The next time I heard the DJ's voice. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" The DJ screams . "Another plane just hit the World Trade Center!"

That's when I knew it was intentional. This was no accident. You can get away with one plane, two is intentional. Chills went up my spine. Who could be so evil? Even if religion is blamed no religion truly would condone such an act of pure evil.

Every opportunity we had we were watching the news.  This kind of thing doesn't happen in America.  What is going on here?  I saw the collapse of the World Trade Center.  The lives lost were all innocent.  Very few had little to no political gain other than those from that terrorist group.

The entire day at work was slow the attack had affected the way people ate.  I stood at the back window collecting money from customers. As I looked out my drive-thru window I saw a small plane being escorted down by a military plane. It was all very surreal and scary.

The Pentagon had been hit and the plane that went down in Pennsylvania flew over Cleveland Hopkins International.  There were rumors that we, in Cleveland were expecting to be attacked.  If you lived in a large city, you were scared.

Downtown Cleveland was shut down.  No one came in or out that day.  Cleveland was a ghost town.  I had never seen this city sleep.  There were no traffic jams or busy streets.  There was no one on the streets at all, just me coming home from work.  I lived a mile from downtown I had to take back roads to get home. I couldn't take the freeway, that too was shut down.

The next day was not business as usual. Gas prices went from $0.99 to $2, $3, $4. Gas gouging began. Even though a statement was made that no one is to profit from the attack I have to wonder, why does gas cost so much now? Oil companies have record profits. I do believe the gouging continues but was done in a manner to hide what they were doing.

My mom, who was a Headstart teacher, spoke of children who had nightmares.  They were drawing the destruction of the towers and they were terrified it would happen in their back yard.  Children should live in love, not fear.

I thank God my children weren't born in those days when we were bombarded with images meant to place fear into every American. I do firmly believe the images placed there for some form of control.   This is not a conspiracy theory. This is the thought of someone who went to school for journalism. Journalist can control what you think or feel. That's why companies love commercials.

The days after 9/11 I saw a renewed sense of patriotism.  We all carried American flags and were no longer democrat or republican.  We were Americans who have freedom. 

9/11 took some of those freedoms we enjoy.  There are now cameras everywhere.  Some even took images of you in the buff.  Since I don't fly, I never dealt with that.  Children are patted down before boarding planes. 

Osama Bin Laden is dead.  I don't care if it was political or not.  I don't care what the circumstances are this is a man that was wanted dead or alive after 9/11.   It ended a chapter in Our history.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

My Thoughts Always: I Break

I've come to the conclusion that I fit in no where.  I am the person standing in the middle.  I wasn't fond of pickle-in-the-middle as a child and some things never change.  I am still the pickle.  I do not want to be plopped in the middle of a political or religious debate.  I hate both of those things a great deal.  I don't want to be dragged in.  What may be perceived as healthy to someone isn't healthy for me.

I've mentioned before how my own dad was "church going."  My dad abused children.  It makes me uncomfortable and my trust of you goes down when those kind of discussions happen and I feel trapped.  Meaning it's on a place where I literally can't get away.  If I had a dime for every time I couldn't get away,  I'd be a millionaire.

I would have to sit through religious spiel as my dad beat my brother.  I just plain and simply can't do it.  When religion is forced on me, I break.  I need to step back and bawl my eyes out because I see my dad raising a fist to me with one hand and a Bible in the other.

In general, people have no clue how religion affects me.  I truly wish it didn't affect me.  This is why I am secular.  I thought if I joined a secular group then I would be less likely to be subjected to religion.  That is a big joke.  I won't go into it other than I fit in nowhere.

I've never fit in.  Why should things change?  Will I ever fit in any where?  The "I'm right/ you're wrong game" irks me even more.  In the scheme of things does it truly matter? You die and then what?  Did it mean anything? 

I just don't know what to think, say, or do.  I don't want to be involved in any of the garbage.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

My Thoughts Always: I'm Not Educated

I'm not educated.  You heard me right!  I don't know a single thing and I can barely form a sentence because I'm not educated.  Their ain't no way I'm gonna allow yous to bring me down?  Darn it!  I can't even do improper sentence structure without being annoyed! My homonym is all wrong, double negatives aren't cool because two wrongs only make a right in Algebra, gonna isn't a word,  people who use "yous" annoy me, and it isn't  a question it's a statement or exclamation which means it should end with a period or an exclamation point.  A better sentence would be: I'm not going to let anyone bring me down.  I would end it with a period because I am not feeling angry in a manner in which I would scream.  If I used an exclamation it would change the inflection in my voice were I to read it aloud.

Anyhow, my husband refers to me as being educated when he converses with people. Those same people, state that because I do not have a college degree, I must  be uneducated.   I have to wonder what they must think of  George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, they aren't "educated" either yet they ran our country and one was a lawyer. 

Before the internet I read a lot from books.  I still read a lot from books but now I've added internet and an e-reader as well.  In high school I read biographies about people like Golda Mier.  Gone With The Wind, The Count of Monte Cristo, and Follow the River were my favorite books.  Piers Anthony, who is my favorite author, is a word wizard.  A great deal of my writing form is because of Piers Anthony.

I love history so much that I collect history.  I have in my possession tons of family stories from 2,000 years ago to now.  My original family name was German and my family moved to England and became the Salisbury family which was a line of nobility.  Pocahontas (Rebecca) is my grandma and John Rolfe is my grandpa.

~I am so incredibly good at spelling.  Sure there are a few words that trip me up but I've never had to rewrite a school paper over spelling.

~English, I'm not the best but I'm not the worst either.  I did obtain A's and B's in my English classes. 

~I need a refresher, which I am doing online, but I'm pretty good at Algebra if I do say so myself.

~I studied journalism so I do an incredible job at research and I'm picky.  If a story is lacking, I will tell you.  I have nothing against you but a good story has detail that supports your main idea.  This is the exception because I'm a little contradictory here.

My point is, with the exception of a few careers, you can learn anything through resources other than college.  I would not, for instance, trust a surgeon who has never held a scalpel or forceps and if he has no clue what a sphygmomanometer is, I'd rather he didn't take my blood pressure either.  A college degree does not mean you are educated.  The knowledge you have acquired in life is your education.  Life has taught me that there can be complete idiots coming out of college too.  

College doesn't mean you are educated.  The fact that you have retained the knowledge and can speak in an intelligent manner is what I see as educated.  I suspect the same would be true of those of us who don't have that piece of  paper to show. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

My Thoughts Always: A New Perspective

I have been to so many funerals it isn't even funny.  Each funeral has given me a different view on life.  The first one I attended was at the age of six.  My great uncle had passed away.  I didn't know uncle Joe.  I never met the guy but I heard that he was just like my dad.  Simply put he was not a nice guy at the time I didn't understand that.

I stood as others cried.  I felt nothing for this man I didn't know him.  Outside of a bug he was the first living thing that I saw that wasn't living.  It's barely a memory and I didn't understand what it all meant.

Then, my step great grandpa passed away.  This event I remember so clearly.  My grandpa loved children and was such a good man.  He treated me like I was his own flesh and blood and it didn't occur to me that he wasn't.  I got into the backseat of my mom's car when she broke the news.

I almost had a grasp on what it was at that point and I knew I would never see grandpa Holly again.

I was 12 or 13 when I attended the funeral of a child my age.  His parents purchased a motorcycle for him, he was in an accident and didn't make it through.  I was not close to him but I went to the funeral because he was a kid my age and I did know him.  I cried as the mother screamed "No! Not my baby!"  I knew then, that death isn't just for old people, it's for children too.

When my grandmother passed away was one of the worst moments of my life.  A piece of me was now missing and to this day, life truly isn't the same.  I loved her so very much.  I never knew the amount of pain she was in.  That was kept as a secret on her request which to this day I still resent. 

Knowing my husband's mother has given me a whole new perspective on this whole thing called death.  She had hernias, diabetes and probably a bunch of other issues.  She has been ill ever since I have known her.  I can only imagine someone with holes, in which you can see the insides, as being in pain.

Last week my husband, children and I made a trip to Ohio to visit my mother-in-law.  She was having kidney failure and she was placed on dialysis.  I looked at her and she was gasping for air.   She recognized me, I could see it in her eyes, and she said my husband's name.  My husband talked to the nurse he was more tuned in to his mom I was tuned in to the staff at the hospital.  She shiffted her eyes like she wanted to say something but couldn't.  I think she knew I saw the tears she was trying so hard to hold back.  I could tell she didn't think my mother-in-law would make it.

We went back to my sister-in-law's house and in the middle of the night my mother-in-law was on life support.  Now, I knew we should prepare ourselves for the worst.  Two days she was to be on the machines and then we would see if she would make it.  It wasn't even two days when she passed blood in her stool and then we all knew it was time.

Fourteen hours waiting for a phone call saying she passed away.  I spent hours crying because I knew she had to be in pain.  When she finally passed away I was relieved because she wasn't in pain any longer. 

We went to the funeral and I had already cried so much that I had kind of accepted it.  I could now only cry for my children who had yet to accept that grandma is in a better place.  Tears poured down the face of my oldest child and I could do nothing but hold him.  My youngest waved goodbye and said "I miss you grandma." and I knew the image of him waving goodbye will be etched in memory forever.

The amount of pain she was in made me understand my own grandmother's pain.  The fact that we experienced a haunting after she passed made me realize that I can call on any of my loved ones and they will be there.  It gave me a new perspective on this life and death thing.  My mother-in-law loved me and I loved her and I will miss hearing her stories about flatulence and other odd bodily functions.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

My Thoughts Always: A Skating We Will Go

My little girl has a dream.  She dreams of twirling, gliding, and daring jumps.  We are now in the middle of a biography about an Olympic medalist that she believes is a princess.  Yes, Michelle Kwan, you are a princess. 

My goal as a mommy is to make sure every one of my children can achieve their dreams.  My oldest isn't so difficult to achieve.  He likes computers and information which we can come by freely is cheap. 

You can't learn to skate for free or even cheaply.  So, from here on out if you purchase anything here it will go to my little girl's ice skating fund. 

Also, you can purchase a children's story written and illustrated by me at MagCloud.  A Melk TAIL Tale is an alliteration story about a little boy with a lot of questions and a very patient daddy.  There are a few activity suggestions and even a sugar cookie recipe.

I will be removing Goofy Godfrey from the internet and reworking my artwork and creating a whole new and fresh look to Godfrey.  Goofy Godfrey will eventually be on MagCloud as well with some activity ideas for children.

I run an online store called Jeweltastic which will be getting a revamp as soon as I can get to it and a portion of the funds from that will go to my children as well.

My little girl waiting for her turn on the ice.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

My Thoughts Always: A Birthday Wish For My Two Cousins

In my family June is full of events.  On The 12th is the anniversary of the day I met my husband, the 17th I have a cousin with a birthday, on the 21st is my own birthday, on the 22nd is another cousin who has a birthday, on the 25th is my wedding anniversary and somewhere in that mix of events is father's day.  We don't celebrate flag day there is way too much going on and the 4th of July is creeping up on us any way.

Anyhow, I wanted to wish my two cousin birthday wishes.  Firstly, the June 17th cousin (you know who you are):  I never thought I would find you and your sister.  I at least knew your sister was in good hands and that was one thing I was happy about.  I heard the kind of trouble you had been in and I always worried about you.  The stories I heard didn't seem like the little boy I knew.

The little boy I knew was so happy when company came.  Tickle fest was a blast neener, neener, neener I'm bigger than you!  So much easier to tickle with!  My memories of those times are a little faded and these days pictures trigger my memories.  I am still going to blame momnesia on this.  My memory isn't the same since becoming a mommy. 

To this day, the voice of the child you were still plays in my mind.  Since we didn't grow together this is the only memory I have of your voice.  I know if I called we probably wouldn't stop talking and I have mommy responsibilities which is why I haven't called.  I take my job of mommy seriously.  It doesn't mean I don't care.  It means I'm on a mission to fix what went wrong in our family.  I don't want history to repeat itself.  I'm afraid of history, deeply afraid of history. 

You know, gram wanted to adopt you and the other kids but that was stopped and probably for the better.  My brother was beaten with shoes, belts, books, fists, and tree branches to name a few things that were used.  He's gone to school with welts on his back.  Because I wore make-up at the age of 11 I was deemed a little slut.  Mind you, the only man I've ever been with is my husband.  The life I grew up with is not one I would have wished for you.  Children deserve so much better than that.

I learned to disrespect those who attend church from my dad.  My dad was an ordained minister.  Did you know that?  I recall, as a child,  attending a sermon where he preached stating not to cuss at your children and moments before church he used the word bitch more than once and then I knew this was a bad man.

You deserved so much better than what I had.  I always hoped the best for you and now it seems that's what you have.  One thing about being an adult is we can pick and choose who we associate with.  So, here is my birthday wish for you:  May you get better than what you got and may you give better than what you had.  May you find true love and not experience the heartache of love that isn't true.  May you learn from the past to not repeat it.  May you always live a happy rest of your life.  Love you forever, your cousin Shirley.

For my cousin on the 22nd:  I will forever remember you as wedgie boy.  I won't expand on why.  I remember when you were born.  I thought you were a birthday gift.  Children can be so vain.  I thought this over the other cousin in June and I thought his sister was named what she was because her first name is my middle.  As Carly Simon sang "You're so vain, I bet you think this song is about you."  That's exactly how I was as a child.

You were a rotten little thing and you did remind me of my baby brother.  I'm not going to say how rotten he was you'll just have to take my word on this.  You were never a long, lost cousin.  Somehow, your sister and I always found each other and I knew if I found her or she found me, I'd find you. 

I am happy that I never experienced the kind of worry that I did with others in this family.  As long as you had your mom, I did not worry.  Sometimes, mothers tend to have an ability to pull you through the worst of times. 

My birthday wish for you is this:  May you obtain the wealth you desire but keep a sense of humanity.  May your life be filled with joy, love , and happiness.  May your two or three little plants grow (Lol!).  Last but not least may you be successful in all you do.  Hugs and love to you cousin, Love Shirley.
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