Sister Missionaries

Last night as I had just finished my dinner, there was a knock on my door.  And of course I thought who could that be?  The knock was too soft to be my neighbor.  I opened the door and to my surprise and delight, it was 2 Sister Missionaries!  They are new in my area and apparently the church has switched out the Elders for the Sisters.  I'm so glad!  So the Sister's are coming over again Saturday night to give me a "practice lesson".  It practice for them and good for me to have them again.  I'm looking forward to it. :)   

RIP

1yr since the death of my mother.  Rot in hell woman.

So True

Cowards

So it seems there are a couple of cowards out there that get their jolly's by following my blog and making their snide comments.  Are you so cowardly that you have to masquerade as "Anonymous"? 

 cow·ard/ˈkouərd/

Noun:	A person who lacks the courage to do or endure dangerous or unpleasant things.
Adjective:	Excessively afraid of danger or pain.
Synonyms:	noun. dastard - recreant - funk - poltroon - craven adjective. craven - cowardly - recreant - chicken-hearted - timid   cow·ard    /ˈkaʊərd/ Show Spelled[kou-erd]   noun 1. a person who lacks courage in facing danger, difficulty, opposition, pain, etc.; a timid or easily intimidated person.

The Fight in the Bathroom

So this happened to me when I was 17.

It was the first Sunday morning in April and I was in the bathroom curling my hair with the curling iron.  I had the TV on in the other room with the volume up so I could listen to the Satallite transmission of General Conference while I was fixing my hair. 

I was half way through curling my hair when my mom burst into the bathroom and started yelling at me. (To be honest, I cannot remember if she was in a bad mood or if I had done something.)  In those days we absolutely did not get along and we had many arguments, but this was was violent.

So anyway she was yelling at me and started smacking me in the head.  As one hand was holding onto the HOT curling iron in my hair, I tried blocking my head and face with the other hand while trying to fight her off.  At some point during this confrontation she knocked me down on the floor and she was still coming at me.  There was only one way to defend myself at this point so I took it....I started kicking my mom in the stomach.  I don't remember how the physical altercation ended but I do remember that as soon as it was over, I was up off the floor and ran to my room and grabbed a few things and walked out.  I was gone for a week before I came back home.  I stayed with friends that knew what was going on at home and I even slept in the car a couple nights.

The Missing Fish

I was either 8 or 9 when this happened to me. I remember it as if it were yesterday....

Saturday morning, my mother and I were up doing our various chores.  For the most part, my chore was to clean my room.  However, on this day we also needed to clean out the fish tank.  Being a kid, my mom let me pick all of the fish we had with the exception of 2 fish.  My mom had seen these fish called "Hatchett Fish".  They were funny looking.  They sort of look like a cartoon whale drawn upside down and they are silver.  I didn't think they were pretty at all and did not understand why my mom liked them so much. 1 Hatchett fish died so we were left with one.

Cleaning out the tank, we caught all the fish and put in a bowl and went about emptying the water and cleaning the rocks and the nic nac tank decorations.  After refilling the tank and letting the water adjust to room temp, it was time to put the fish back in the tank. We put the fish back in and my mom and I sat in front of the tank to watch the fish in all the clean.  At some point my mom realized the Hatchett fish was missing.  She was frantic!  We looked all over the place him/her.  My mom knew I did not like the Hatchett fish and accused me of killing it!!!  How sick is that!??  Even at the young age I was, I was speechless, I could not believe that she would think I was capable of doing something so evil, let alone accuse me of it!  It's something that I've never forgotten and is still painfull to this day.  It was later that we found out that these Hatchett fish are famous for jumping out of the water.  When we put the fish in the bowl, we did not cover the top and we think he/she just jumped out.  We never found him/her.  My mom did apologize to me for accusing me of killing her fish but the pain of that day is still with me.  It was and is completely unforgivable.     

Flooded with Various Memories

The last couple of weeks have been odd for me.  I seem to be flooded with memories from the past. Painful memories that I feel I need to get out of me ASAP.  It's kind of scary~that urgent feeling.  I feel like I need to write the topics down so I don't forget what I need to tell. In no particular order, "The Missing Fish", "Hurry Up with Therapy", "My daughter's physical and sexual abuse", "My 1st Pregnancy", "My 2nd Pregnancy".  All I can think of right now.