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Justice and my personal dealings with police officers.

*The following are things that I have personally witnessed and been a part of.*  Take that for what it is.  About 10 years ago, when I still lived in one of the southern states, I had jury duty.   The case was as follows, roughly.  A guy was subject to a sting operation for selling marijuana. He was basically the local weed dealer. No evidence was presented that he sold any other drug. On the day in question, he met up with someone at a gas station to sell an ounce of marijuana. The team of police officers, and yes, there was a team of them set up the sting.  Around 5..maybe 7...Both exits were supposed to be blocked to prevent escape. One police officer was not in his designated place, so the exit that was supposed to be blocked was not. The police officer did not block the exit, he pulled up to the gas pump.  (This is relevant, just bear with me) Anyway, our suspect pulled in and realized in a hurry that he was about to be arrested, so he ran. There was a police officer that was in f

statute of limitations

i just read statued a limitatons and laughed so hard

Learning to Live Again

I have been staring at these blank pages for a very long time now trying to find the courage to type the words that are pent up in my heart. Fear is a weird feeling for me.  As a rule, I am not a fearful person.  It's conditioning. Once upon a time, I used to be a vibrant, albeit geeky kind of person.  Alive. In love with life. Not afraid to try new things, or meet new people. Now, I rarely leave my house and a lot of days I can barely muster up the courage to get out of bed.  I thank the makers of the universe daily for the love of my animals. You can only live in a state of fight or flight for so long before it takes its toll.  I am a fighter, though, and while this seems interminable, there will come a day where I am happy to get out of bed again.  I am seeing flashes of my old self occasionally, and that gives me hope. I am cracked, people.  Cracked in a way I would never wish upon a soul.  I would say broken, but I'm not broken.  I will mend my cracks with gold,

More Redneck than Shaman

I see there has been an update that allows you to change your name.  Alrighty then.  So this is my new name now.  But fair warning, I'm a little more redneck than shaman.  But I do like the extra degree of anonymity.  I hope all that read this are having a wonderful day!

Empty Nest

We're looking at it all wrong.  When they don't need us anymore, it means we did a fantastic fucking job!

A Year and Counting

It's been just over a year since my husband and I separated. We celebrated 23 years of marriage before that.  It's strange the difference a year can make in perspective. I don't really mourn the loss of the person I was married to.  I don't mourn our life together.  I had been in mourning for the loss of self. I'm not going to fill these pages with the ways in which he wronged me, because I'm certain I'm not perfect and did plenty wrong.  At the end of the day, it isn't about who's right or wrong, or who's to blame.   What it's about is the fact that I don't like who I am when I'm with him. As I learn more about who my true self is, the more I see that we were probably never meant to be together, to begin with, but I'm not sorry for that time either.  While I don't like who I am with him, I do like who I am with my kids.  I believe that there's a reason that things happen the way they do, and that time served

Still Here

I'm still here! Eighty seven drafts, some with only a single sentence, but I am still here.  I hope all that read this have a wonderful day!