The Job.

Job My hubby got a job, and it’s in the same company too so the drug and dental coverage still continues on, uninterrupted. He didn’t get the other one he thought he would even though he was the most qualified just because the other guy was bilingual even though he wasn’t as qualified. It’s not right. Once he said he would relocate he got lots of interviews. This one though is similar to what he’s been doing for 12 years though and involves the Unix computer program which he says is what basically runs the Internet. The only bad thing though is that we’ll have to move as he won’t be able to work remotely from a home office anymore like he did before and will have to go into the office every day so we’ll have to move closer to where that is and the company has a few openings in several places so we can choose, either near Toronto, Montreal, London(the one in Ontario, not the cool one in the UK), or Ottawa.

Ottawa is out of the question due to our past there, and so is Montreal as Quebec is known to be the worst for homeschooling; very hostile and intimidating to homeschoolers there, so that leaves the other three, and my mother said she prefers to be near Toronto, but the only problem with that is the obvious: we can’t afford the houses there. I was searching online in the surrounding areas to see what was available and the only things I could even find in our price range were apartments and townhouses which are out of the question and not even an option; all the detached houses started at a million and only went up from there. Holy shit, we can’t even afford half that! My mother and I would prefer Kingston,actually, as we like it there and they have nice homes in the style we like and when I checked online they were affordable and I found a few I liked that were within our range, and it’s only an hour from here so we could still keep our same doctors, but his company doesn’t have a location there…..shit….they have international locations though; too bad we can’t move overseas! Now that would be an adventure and I’d finally get out of this shit-hole country I hate! I really don’t know what we’re going to do, but I also know that God always provides and it only takes the one right house,so things will eventually work out I suppose, or at least I hope…

The 16 YR old’s being really bitchy, snotty, bossy, snarky, and snippy about it as well, insisting that her and the 15 YR old are the ones that get to pick out, choose and decide which house we buy, not my mother and I, even though we own this house and will be the ones selling it and buying the new one, so we have the final decision and they’re the kids, NOT the adults, and it’s not up to them. I don’t know who they think they are, but we pick out the house and they just have to live with it, like it or not, and then she starts getting all snarky and mouthing off that  don’t have any say and no one cares what I think and I’ll probably just pick out some ugly old crackhouse and if I don’t like what they pick I can just stay here, etc, really bratty and mouthy, it was unreal, but the reality is that it will be my mother and I that will be the ones going around with the realestate agent looking at places and deciding, and besides, they’ll only be at home for a few more years anyway(2-3 years or so) and then they’ll be gone but we’ll be there until we die, so we want to have a house that we like, and not just something that we settled for or that we’re “forced” to live in and don’t even like, esp. costing so much $$$$. We don’t even want to have to move in the first place as it’s always such a hassle and so stressful; we at least want to like where we live and have it meet our requirements and be something we want. My kids are such assholes. They get it from my hubby.


The Plumber.

MarioPlumber So, 2 plumbers came to access the damage as to why our ceiling was leaking and then crashed down to the hallway below. It was the toilet like I had suspected…..only it was also much worse; not only is the pipe leaking( they shut off the water to third floor bathroom, so now when I have to get up to pee during the night I have to stumble all the way down to the second floor bathroom in the dark trying not to fall down the stairs in the dark in my semi-awake state) but they have to completely replace all the old copper pipes in that area, even though I thought we already did have all the old copper pipes in the house replaced when we first moved in 15 years ago( I guess there was some they forgot?) and tear out the entire ceiling in the hallway on the second floor below to do it…..yet another expense that we can’t afford…. and this is going to cost thousands of $$$$$$! Where is the $$$$$ going to come from? They said they’ll be back next week so now we have a week without use of the third floor bathroom,and guess who uses that bathroom during the night, to wash her face, and getting up first thing in the morning and before going to bed last thing at night? Yup……me.

Maybe the gastro doctor was right,too: if everything else “major” is eliminated for my stomach and abdomenal pain IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) is left, a gastro condition causing pain, cramping, gas, constipation and diarrhrea and is often seen in people who suffer from depression and stress, most commonly middle-aged women. I wouldn’t be surprised; I have so much stress in my life; now not only does it effect me emotionally but now physically as well but if it is IBS I’m surprised it causes this much pain though but she said it can, and, of course, there’s no cure, it’s just one of those chronic things you have to live with. It figures. Just another health issue to add to my list. Yet another pain in my life.

The thought came to me as well that maybe the reason none of my suicide attempts never work as it’s not my time is that maybe someone still needs me and that someone is Buddy! Even though my family doesn’t give two shits about me and no one else cares about me Buddy loves me and he does depend on me and needs me; I’m the one that takes care of him and looks after all is needs and if he loves me as much as I love him when I’m gone he’ll be devastated and feel lost just like I would without him,and maybe he needs and loves me just as much as I do him, and I need to be here for him. He is the only light, joy,and love in my life, and perhaps, I am his only, too, and God’s keeping me around here a little longer because I have to take care of him and he needs me, relies on me,and loves me?

I also wanted to clarify when I mention about how it broke me when the 15 YR old went thru her struggles being suicidal and anorexic and when she pulled away from me after we had been so close and decided she didn’t love me anymore even though she was the person I was the closest to, and it was the last straw after a long list of years  and years of traumas and  constant misfortunes, tragedies, bad luck,loss, stress, crisis, and and hits that just keep coming and coming that just  pushed me over the edge. I just love her so much when she broke and to watch her fall apart destroyed me and then when she also pulled away from me it just shattered me and it was too much and just broke me.I’d reached my limit. Seeing someone I love so much suffering thru something like that, breaking so hard like that and then being shut out was too much for me and it tore me apart and was the “trigger” point of the beginning of the end for me, the decline I was never able to recover from and the point I just decided I couldn’t go on any more. I don’t blame her; she can’t help breaking any more than I can; it’s just that after what happened to her and to our relationship as a result, it was more than I could handle and it decimated me.

My hubby also had a job interview and there are jobs in Markham and Nova Scotia and Markham is too close to Toronto so there’s no way we could ever afford to live there and Nova Scotia is more affordable, but the Maritimes are known for having really bad weather, being right along the ocean, such as bad hurricanes, flooding, and blizzards, plus they are the provinces(as well as BC) that are very hostile to homeschooling. They said it went well and will let him know in a week. He also got hit by a car! I saw 2 red circles on his shins and I thought it was from working on the fence, that maybe he got his legs mixed up with the fence posts and hammered his legs instead…but someone wasn’t looking where they were going, driving really slowly luckily, and bumped into him….at first I thought he was joking..when he said he was hit by a car…..well, you know, of course I didn’t believe it….

I also heard Classical music coming out of my window A/C…..weird, I know…and Buddy was trying to catch a mouse in the rec room and got trapped amongst a “maze” of boxes and tightly squeezed in furniture and things and was tightly wedged in there and if he’d gone even a bit further he would have gotten stuck and the spot was so small and tight I wouldn’t have been able to get him out; he was almost at the point of no return if he’d kept going after the mouse….so, out of concern for his well-being I called him to Come!…. and he looked confused as to how to get his way back out, but he listened to my voice and followed it until he was able to back out and navigate his way thru the dark “maze” and find his way out back to me, where he popped his head out and saw me and then he perked up, wiggled his body and wagged his tail in joy and ran over to me, bounding over, leaping into my arms, joyfully, and it reminded me of us and God: even when we are afraid, feel alone, are scared,  can’t find our way in a dark, scary situation, don’t know where we are or how to find our way out, don’t be afraid. Just listen to His voice and follow Him and He will see us safely thru and get us out. If we listen to His voice and follow Him he will guide us back to safety, back to Him.

A Day At Public School.

Schoolbus Yesterday the 16 YR old spent the day with her friend at the local highschool. She “shadowed” her friend around all day and rode back and forth on the school bus with her and attended all her classes and spent the day with her at school as she always wanted to know what a day in public school would be like since she’s always been homeschooled, along with all of our kids. Of course the local highschool in this town has the reputation of being the worst in the region of all of the towns in the area for drugs, gangs, and teen pregnancy rates( they even have a daycare right there at the school!) and even her friend that goes there hates it so of course I was worried the entire time she was there and praying that it wasn’t the day that they had a school shooting, bomb threat, lock down, evacuation, police raid, or God knows what else, but it ended up ok, thank God.

She had 4 classes: math, Home Ec, art, and science.She said she liked the science teacher  and liked looking at cells under the microscopes the most but the school work itself was really simple and stuff we had already covered in our lessons years ago and all the kids at that school are all so dumb and asked the dumbest questions and didn’t know the answers to anything, for example when a teacher asked how big a metre is a kid replied the size of his finger. She also said all the students are so ghetto and redneck and they all wear hoodies and sweatpants.She said she could easily tell by observing which kids the teachers liked and which ones they didn’t by the way they interacted with them and treated them and there was this one guy, the stoner, this one teacher absolutely hated and it showed; he was always condescending to him which is sad to hear; she said he’s just a burn-out and the teacher simply gave up on him but even so he’s still a human being and deserves to be treated with respect and this reminds me of bullying; singling one person out for targeting.

I’m surprised they had Home Ec in highschool though. I took that back in Grade 7 and it just seems so, I can’t even think of the right word….so…..remedial, maybe, for highschool, low-level for grade 11, and she took a bagged lunch like any other kid would to school and hung out at her friend’s house after and she said she had fun(but then again it was only just for one day; it wouldn’t be so fun every day) but the kids are still grateful and glad that they’re homeschooled though (and teachers and students at the school were curious about it too and were asking her questions so it was kind of like they got to learn about eachother’s worlds) and even their public schooled friends tell them they wish that they were,too, but I just hope in doing this experiment she hasn’t endangered our homeschooling in any way as she did have to get permission from the office to do it; a visitor’s pass from the Principal and signed permission from each teacher and I hope they don’t have her address and name and everything and decide, Oh, look, here’s the name and info of another homeschooling family! Lets’ report them to the school board and hassle them! Homeschooling isn’t illegal but some authorities still like to stir up trouble. My mother says now that’s the least of our concerns given our most recent crisis with my hubby losing his job and the uncertainty of it all; what will we do for $$$$, will we have to move and if so when and where, and what happens if I lose my drug coverage….but I’m thinking we don’t need yet another problem on top of it!

When I Die.

Screen Shot 09-25-17 at 04.25 PM 001 I was originally going to post a book review of the latest Beverly Lewis Amish-themed book I read, The Proving, but I’ve just been so lazy and other things just keep on coming up and I feel like a reluctant highschooler delaying an assignment groaning, Ugh, I don’t want to have to do a boring book report! so today you have this post instead:

I was thinking I really hope that it turns out that I do have cancer afterall as I would see it as a blessing and a gift because it would finally give me a way out of my miserable life, toxic family, and unhappy existance; what I’ve been waiting for for years, I’ve wanted to die, hoping to die, and been waiting to die for a long time and this will finally be my chance, my opportunity, and I have such an intense longing for heaven too and this will finally allow me the opportunity, only without the sin of suicide. I will actually be very let-down and disappointed if it turns out I don’t have it afterall(and I still have decades to live !) even though the symptoms ( diarrhrea, extreme weight loss, abdomenal pain,and history of colon cancer in my family)strongly suggests otherwise. Most people would hope and pray that they don’t have it and would be so relieved that they don’t, but not me; most people don’t want to die, but not me, I’m eagerly looking forward to it, and anything that brings that day closer I will be grateful for, and besides, my life isn’t worth saving anyway,and it’s not that I’m giving up; I’m letting go.

If it turns out I am dying, I hope to go to Jamaica and die there and my ideal setting would be dying on the beach in the Caribbean; my Happy Place, under a palm tree, looking out at the ocean, watching the sun set, listening to Reggae music and smoking a big ‘ol fat joint,and snuggling with my dog. These are the things that make me the most happy and if I die surrounded by them I’ll die happy and with a smile on my face. They say in Heaven your dream come true too so if that’s true then for me it would consist of me living in a replica of my old Toronto house only on a tropical beach setting with palm trees by the ocean and a field of sunflowers out the back and reunited again with my fave. dogs, Chihuahuas Teeniea, Chibby, and Yuri,and of course Buddy later on. To me, that is pure happiness.So is being pretty and finding love but I don’t know if that’s possible, esp. in the spirit realm…but you never know, right? Anything is possible with God…

I was also thinking how happy and better off my family would be when I do die. They all hate me, think I’m annoying, a burden, and don’t want me around anyway, so they would be happy to see me go, and there would be less conflict with me gone as my mother and hubby wouldn’t have me to kick around and berate anymore, and they say I don’t do anything anyway so they won’t even notice I’m gone, and with one less person it will save $$$ on groceries and a smaller house with one less bedroom, they’ll get my life insurance $$$ and likely stop going to church(which they hate) and be rid of me at the same time! If you ask me, I think they’d be happy actually, joyous even, none of them will even cry, be sad, or miss me but will probably cheer, Finally! She’s gone! We’re rid of her!!

The 10 YR old was freaking out about some trivial thing as well and had a major spaz meltdown; he went full retard and so my mother said he didn’t have to do his math and just double-up and do both the next day and I said that’s not acceptable and my hubby would agree and then she snarked, You don’t do it anymore, so I’m in charge, in less you want to take over? (I can only do math up to grade 6 and then my hubby has to take over but he’s always been the one in charge of the math; my brain can’t handle it but lately he doesn’t have the time so my mother’s been supervising it) and then he said he agreed with me and she sneered that “snitched” on her to him(and he made him do the math,anyway) even though he and I are the parentsnot her, and we make the final decision with the kids, incl. homeschooling, and it’s not up to her to veto it,and then she huffs that when we’re not doing our jobs she has to step in and take over and pick up the slack,and I told her that there’s a difference between helping out and over-stepping boundaries, taking over, and meddling; there’s a fine line between helping and taking over but she doesn’t seem to know the difference( or care) and always crosses that line. She’s just a nasty little troll.

Before I Die…..

Screen Shot 09-11-17 at 07.08 PM I was thinking; if it turns out that I actually do have cancer or I’ve been poisoned and I’ve only got a few months left to live, here are my dying wishes, my Bucket List, or last things I want to accomplish,and do, before I die:

-Go back to the Toronto zoo and see the hippo again

-Get high as f*ck

– Get my brains f*cked out

Go to Jamaica and see the Bob Marley Museum

Fly in a CF-18 fighter jet and scream across the sky

-See the ocean one more time

-See my old house in Toronto one more time

-Get a French manicure again

-Plant sunflowers in my garden

-Get those tie-dye socks


I had a dream last night where an impression was made on me, Trouble is coming, making me wonder exactly what kind of trouble was implied; medical, legal, stress-wise, emotional, financial…..what? I had another dream as well that my cousin B is going to die shortly after me and so is Buddy ( likely of a broken heart after losing me) and that she’s the one who brings him to me. In reality though she does have a twisted bowel and is getting a CT scan a week after I get mine, so who knows…. I also forgot about the 14 YR old’s snack last night and I wasn’t even on weed either; I was just busy doing my blog and talking to the 22 YR old and it slipped my mind and I lost track of time and then I went up to bed….then later on I woke up in the middle of the night and realized, Oh, my God! I forgot about her snack! and I felt so badly but luckily she remembered and had a piece of cake that she, the 16 YR old,and the 22 YR old’s GF made, and she remembered her night-time pills on her own,too!

We still can’t find alot of the curriculum we need for this year’s homeschooling,either,and I’m convinced one of the kids  either hid it somewhere or threw it out in the garbage so they wouldn’t have to do it, so we’re trying to order an answer key to the grade 8 language arts and my hubby said he couldn’t find it anywhere online except unless you buy the entire set for 2000$ and he asked me where I got it from originally and I told him and I went on the site and in under a minute I found it…..and for less than 10$,too! I don’t know why he didn’t just ask me to begin with! It would have saved him alot of time and trouble….

Hurricane Irma also devastated 95 % of St. Martin where I’ve also been a couple of times and hit Turks and Caicos, which I’ve been a few times,too, hard as well, and now hit Florida where I’ve also been a couple of times…..geez….it seems that pretty well everywhere I’ve been to ends up having some sort of disaster, and my friend in Tampa the last time I heard from him he said the power was out where he was and I haven’t even heard from my friend in Sarasota, and even friends in West Virginia, Tennessee,and Alabama said they’re being hammered by the storm and have lights flickering and  power out,too! It’s a real bad motherf*cker! The Bible did warn though of increased natural disasters and unusual weather patterns in the Last Days  though….

Yesterday was also the 16th anniversary of 9/11, or the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center in NYC and every year the Americans always make such a big deal of it; they really over-do it and make such a big thing over it, acting like they’re the only ones that ever get terrorist attacks and it was the worst thing ever and how dare they get attacked sort of thing, etc… when really it happens all the time all over the world and is a regular occurrance in countries in Europe, Africa,and the Middle East, but it happens one time like this USA and they act like they’re “special”, and it’s no wonder with all their Imperialist war-mongering they do all over the world, too, invading  and bombing other countries and such, pissing everyone off, what do they expect? They’re made alot of enemies…

Back To School!

Screen Shot 09-05-17 at 07.43 AM Yesterday was back to school, except for the 14 YR old who started her first day ( of highschool! She’s in grade 9 now!) today because she had her weekly app’t at the eating disorders clinic yesterday. Now we still have 3 kids homeschooling and 2 away at post-secondary, one in her 3rd YR of university, and one starting her first YR. As for the homeschooling, we have one in grade 9, one in grade 11,and one in grade 8. The first day went ok although we weren’t organized or ready; my hubby still hadn’t installed the highschool curriculum(which he ended up doing at the last minute) on the computers ahead of time and we still haven’t been able to find some of the curriculum or an answer book but they did what they could. The 18 YR old’s first day went well too and she even won tickets to her fave. band from some contest. They still have Frosh Week too like they did when I went there only I never participated in any of that as it’s a sort of meet-and-greet get-to-know you social interaction sort of thing and I’m not big on social events or on any of that “school spirit” stuff, which I always thought was dumb; I just go there to learn and then I come right home. I never did any of the after-school activities or joined any of the clubs,either; I couldn’t wait to get out of there every day!

I can still very vividly remember the fear, anxiety, worry,stress, and nervousness on the first day of school every year as well; it was so bad for me that I was actually sick to my stomach and I threw up. It was just brutal, just awful. My anxiety was just thru the roof. I could just feel the collective anxiety and nerves yesterday as well as all the kids headed back and so I said a prayer for them,and I still remember all the worries of a student well: Will I have a lab partner for science? Will I have someone to eat lunch with? Will I find a gym partner? What if I forget my locker combo? Will the bullies and bitches be in any of my classes this year? Will I get any of the mean teachers? Will I get lost or end up late trying to find my classes? Will any of my friends be in any of my classes? What if I don’t know anyone in my class? Luckily for my kids being homeschooled they don’t have any of these fears and they know what to expect every year so it takes alot of the pressure and worry off so they can just concentrate solely on their lessons.

As well, the 14 YR old entered an art contest and she won Second place, and on the way to the clinic I saw a car rolled over in a ditch by the side of the highway and it was upside-down on it’s roof(probably distracted driving like my hubby always does!!!!), and the therapist asked my hubby now that he’s stepped up and told the kids to treat me with more respect and they have which makes me feel better, how does that make him feel and he just shrugged, Indifferent, and they looked like they were taken aback by his cold reply, as it was so glaringly obvious that he doesn’t give a shit about me, and he said(talking about me) that the kids Still avoid me to avoid drama…sort of like how  try to avoid the lot of them to avoid conflict, too, and she said that the kids seeing us always fighting and in conflict is harmful to their development, etc… but in all reality though what family doesn’t argue, fight, have conflict, or discord though? No one is perfect, and everyone is dysfunctional in one way or another,and we all have issues and conflicts,and skeletons in our closet; it’s just human relationships,it’s just life.

The therapist also asked if we’re communicating any better with eachother, but the truth is that we hardly even see eachother, let alone talk to eachother; we just try to stay out of eachother’s way,and we each have our own separate lives and separate interests, and other than regarding the kids, rarely intersect. We’re sort of like room-mates that share living quarters but maintain our own separate spaces and lives and come and go separately and rarely inter-act or cross paths. I also try to use humour and joke around to try and relate to, connect with, and break down barriers with my kids but all they ever do is tell me to shut up, go away, or that I’m not funny,and my hubby rolls his eyes or face-palms in a dismissive way every time I try as well, and I pray that one day…one day….someone will come into my life that likes and appreciates my twisted sense of humour and finds it endearing….because it’s a part of me…..and will find it wildly entertaining, or at least half-way funny and amusing, or in any case at least not always be annoyed and put-off by it and insult it….

My abdomenal pain is also increasingly getting worse: now I’m having it constantly all day and the pain is generalized in the entire abdomenal region below my belly-button but is worse on the right side….I wonder what it is? My guess would be either kidney or liver failure, appendix, or some sort of tumour/ cancer lurking somewhere…..I see the internal medicine specialist this week though so we’ll see what he has to say…. a friend told me not to wait and to go to the ER but I only go if it gets so bad that I can’t stand up; then I know it’s something serious….there has to be something causing it though… well as my drastic 50 pound weight loss, persistant cough, extreme fatigue, seizures, fluid retention, etc… it’s a real mystery….

End Of Summer.

Screen Shot 08-28-17 at 10.29 AM Finally! Our pool water is now finally nice and blue at long last, but it took all summer, and we really were only able to swim in July when it was hot and haven’t used the pool at all this month as it was either too cold or raining(we’ve had waaay too much rain this summer!!)…..and now it gets closed up for winter just after Labour Day, so we didn’t really get much use out of it this summer but at least it doesn’t look (or smell!) like a green swamp anymore! I can’t believe summer’s almost over,either, and I also refuse to accept it. I am greedily holding on to these last days of summer as desperately as I can, squeezing every last little bit I can out of them, although if I’m lucky and the weather holds out ( although it is cooling down already, 9 C in the mornings now but still gets up to 23 C later) I can still be outside until the end of October….

How do I know it’s the end of summer? Leaves are already starting to change colour on the trees and fall off, it’s getting cooler, it’s dark now at 6 am in the morning and it used to be sunny and now it gets dark earlier at night(between 8pm and 8:30) when it used to be light until 9 pm. Plus, the Ex ends on Labour Day which is next week and I didn’t even realize at first( and all the schools here go back the day after Labour Day) and I kept hearing on the radio about the upcoming long weekend this weekend and I couldn’t figure out which holiday it was….and then it occurred to me: Oh, my God! It’s Labour Day already? So soon It’s not fair that summer only lasts a couple of months but winter is half the year. For our school this year we’ll have another one leaving for school, so that’ll be two of them in post-secondary, and for our homeschooling year this year the 14 YR old starts grade 9 (highschool!) the 16 YR old grade 11 and the 10 YR old grade 8 because he’s a little genius and skipped a few grades. He got new glasses too and now not only is he a little genius now he even looks like one,too! I still can’t find any of the kids’ social studies, science, or bible workbooks either so I’m convinced that they  either hid them all at the end of last year or threw them out because I looked everywhere and can’t find them anywhere…

As well, I heard the 18 YR old’s former friend, the one I called Klepto because she stole from us, is now 6 months pregnant and she’s only 17 and she had an abortion a couple of years ago too and for the sole reason: because she didn’t know who the father was. So she basically killed her baby just because she’s a big slut. She let this one live at least because she knows who the father is and she dropped out of highschool a couple of years ago as well. I can’t say that I’m surprised or didn’t see it coming. Our black walnut tree has also been marked for death by the hydro crews; they came by and spray painted it indicating they will be cutting it down as it gets in the way of the power lines so the poor tree won’t be allowed to blossom,afterall….

I also had a dream that someone named Elias taught me to love, but I don’t know who he is or where I’ll end up meeting him; here or on the other side, and I had another dream too our oldest has a girlfriend he’s going to ask to marry him…..but I also had a dream that I’m going to die today,too, so….you never know…. The 22 YR old needs a haircut as well but ever since he got a 200$ haircut in California he won’t let me cut his hair anymore like I used to(it’s like I’m a lowly peasant now that isn’t good enough to cut his precious locks) but there’s nowhere here to get a 200$ haircut,and even if there was we still can’t afford it,anyway. A 12$ cut at First Choice Haircutters is all he’s going to get if he doesn’t want me to do it….The 14 YR old’s also on sewing her third cosplay costume for Fan Expo as she’s such a perfectionist she kept finding faults with the other 2 she made and kept starting over, distorted thinking seeing flaws where there really were none, too hard on herself, and they go in 3 days….she’s just like my hubby, so picky….

Also: the most impossible thing to try to do after you’ve had weed is trying to swat a wasp! It’s hard enough anyway as it is normally esp. since they fly in a zig-zag pattern and you swing with the fly-swatter and usually miss, but after weed your perception, spatial awareness, co-ordination and reflexes aren’t so good and you’re left swinging away wildly almost always in the opposite direction of where the wasp actually is and you look like a crazed conductor conducting an orchestra, and several people are speculating the extreme flooding in Texas may be somehow “connected” to the recent solar eclipse and  have Biblical significance in regards to Armageddon, the Apocalypse, Judgement Day, Jesus’ return, the end of the world, doomsday, whatever you want to call it, a sign of the Last Days and End Times, esp. with the Bible warning of unusual , severe, and increasing weather patterns and natural disasters in that period, fulfilling the prophecy… does make you wonder though, but what did poor Texas do to “deserve” it; what have they ever done in particular to be singled-out for such a chastisement? Or does it maybe just start with them? Perhaps this is only the beginning?

I can see USA as a whole being punished(along with many other countries for their sins against God, incl. this one), but what is it about Texas in particular; what’s the significance of that? They’re no worse than anyone else. Is it just that it’s their largest state?( or at least I think it is….don’t they say everything’s bigger in Texas?….) My friend in Houston said she was allowed to go back to her house to get a few things and everything’s all underwater and the smell is just awful from the fetid dirty water  I imagine must reek like sewage, and they lost everything,(water is very destructive and then there’s the mold,too) and she was most upset losing her make-up and not being able to initially grab her grandmother’s ashes, those poor people, yet another friend in Fort Worth said despite the heavy rain she was still showing clients around ( she’s a realestate agent) so I guess they weren’t too hard hit in her area. Why let a little thing like a hurricane stop you?