No Bandi.

Screen Shot 10-16-17 at 07.17 PM So just recently Canadian Joshua Boyle and his American wife Caitlan and their 3 kids were just freed from captivity after being held hostage by the Taliban for 5 years but something just doesn’t seem right or “fit” with me and there just seems to be something hinky about him and doesn’t add up. I don’t really think they were being held hostage, and,in fact, I think they were with the Taliban, but as comrades, not as hostages,and I’ll tell you why.

First of all, when they were taken Joshua and his then pregnant wife were hiking in a remote and dangerous region of Afghanistan that’s Taliban territory and even aid workers won’t go there it’s too dangerous, so why on Earth would he take his pregnant wife there and why would she go? He claims that they were pilgrims and I find that choice of word to be very interesting and it has alot of meaning in itself and gives them away as it’s a word that Jihadists use, so it was very telling that he would refer to themselves in that way, plus his first wife was a known terrorist sympathizer as well, and they had converted to Islam and it’s part of the Jihadist’s “code of honour” if you will, that they do not harm fellow Muslims, so it doesn’t add up that they would have been taken hostage or mistreated;they would have been welcomed, it makes more sense that they went over there to join them and live with them, side-by-side as brothers, and likely to receive training and then to return here with no one any the wiser.

Joshua, upon their return, also claimed that in captivity( all 3 of their kids were born there, as well as a fourth who died) his wife was raped by their captors and that they’d killed their baby, which the Taliban deny, and he referred to his dead baby as a martyr, interestingly another term used by Jihadists to describe themselves and their comrades who have been killed or died for the cause, further making me suspect that they were willing participants in the organization and not really hostages. It would also explain why they had 3 kids in “captivity”, if they were to raise a family with Jihadist values, and upon their rescue/return one of their kids had a medical emergency so perhaps that’s the reason why they came back, to get medical treatment unavailable in the remote region they were in, and just made up a story that they were rescued, or perhaps there was some sort of falling out with the group, esp. as Joshua did mention they’d “refused a request” from the Taliban but refused to elaborate.

It all just sounds kind of fishy to me and something just doesn’t add up. My bullshit radar has gone off and I don’t think that things are as they appear and that we aren’t really getting the whole story. What a perfect ruse though; they come back welcomed as heroes, get all kinds of support and media coverage, and what if they really are terrorists that just returned from 5 years of Taliban training, all prepared to launch an attack here and to train others here, and they have been welcomed home like heroes? How incredulous would that be? I just don’t buy it…. something just doesn’t sit right…


Occult Symbols.

Screen Shot 10-15-17 at 07.22 PM The 16 YR old baked cookies with an occult symbol on them( seen here) even though she knows nothing occult is allowed in the house out of respect for God as this is a Christian home and the Bible says you have to choose to follow God or Satan; you can’t follow both, and we are also told to avoid everything to do with the occult, incl. Hallowe’en (Satan’s Day) and any occult symbols such as the Jack ‘O Lantern yet she continues to defy me and she also had this glittery Jack ‘O Lantern occult decoration in her room as well and she said was for a friend, for her birthday( yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before, as in, My friend needs advice,  or I’m just holding them  for a friend… yeah…..right…) so I told her in that case then to just put it in a bag and hide it away somewhere until her birthday and then give it to her but we are not to display any thing occult or have any occult symbols in this house, and if they do then I will get rid of them,and she was really mouthy, snotty, and talking back, being really defiant and disrespectful, and saying she’ll “throw out Jesus” then, etc. and snarking that it’s just my rule, no one else cares….what, so if it’s just me then it’s just to be ignored, defied,disobeyed, dismissed, who cares? I don’t think so, you little brat, and I told her if she brings in any more occult things I’m taking her phone away. I’m really tired of her and her attitude and one thing I will not tolerate is blasphemy.

I don’t think they realize(or care) how symbols have great significance and meaning, how powerful they are, what they represent, and why it’s so important to keep our home free from any occult influences. Think about the Swastika, for example, or the Confederate or the ISIS flags; what comes to mind when you see them? They symbolize something; something bad, not something you’d be proud to be associated with or would want to proudly display in your home. It’s the same way with the occult. It’s like inviting demons into your home! We don’t have many rules and this isn’t asking too much and as long as they live here, they obey the rules. The kids have broken me and beaten me down now to the point where I’ve all but given up and I have no authority, say,respect, and they just laugh in my face and ignore me and just do whatever they want while mocking me, but this is something that I will never back down on; when it comes to spiritual matters; I will not allow them to disrespect God or to bring the occult into our home.They will never take my faith from me.

The 22 YR old also kept coming into my room during the night trying to kidnap Buddy and I kept waking up so I didn’t sleep well (he’s just sooooo annoying) and my mother announced we will be moving next summer and she wants to get a bungalow as she can’t go up and down the stairs,and I have a hard time,too, but I hate bungalows, but hopefully I’ll be dead by then anyway and I won’t have to worry about it, and I should get my biopsy results this week,too, and she said they only call if something shows up so no news is good news and if they call then you know they found something. The main reason my mother and hubby said they want to move(as well as downsizing now we have less kids at home) is also to force the 22 YR old out to get his own place as he’s still living here at home and refuses to leave but when we move he has to move out, which I think is a mean tactic, but that’s what Patti also did to get her son to move out,too; she  just moved.

The leaking roof is even worse now as well and now I can see it leaking in 3 spots and we had alot of rain and now it’s soaked the towels we put on the floor to absorb the water, and the heavy rain and 100 km winds were really bad but luckily it was while I was at church and in-between when I had to walk there and back so it wasn’t raining while I was walking, and I know that was God looking out for me. Others would deny it and say it was just coincidence or just luck but I know better. I have faith and I know He answers prayer and cares about His faithful people. I know He cares about me and takes care of me and watches over me and that He loves me even when no one else does and that He must see something in me no one else does because even though my family makes me feel unlovable I still matter to God. I also have this suspicious feeling that the kids don’t really go to church Sunday mornings either but probably just walk over to Tim Horton’s or something and hang out there instead and just say they went to church. Someday I should go over there and spy on them just to have the satisfaction of catching them in the act…. I’d just love to see the look on their faces…..


The Roof.

Screen Shot 10-14-17 at 07.09 PM We found out the roof in the kitchen is leaking. The 22 YR old did,actually. For awhile now(it must be a couple of months now anyway, since summer) every now and then( and we have since figured out it must be every time it rains) we notice big puddles of water on the kitchen floor by the back door near the washing machine and dishwasher and we have to soak it up with towels there’s so much and we always just assumed it must be either the dishwasher or the washing machine leaking, but then we later found out the mice had chewed thru the wires in the dishwasher and it no longer works so we figured it must be the washing machine….but then…


The 22 YR old must have been standing right in the precise location right under the leak in the roof at just the right time during the rain because he noticed water dripping on him from the ceiling in the kitchen and when you look up you can see some peeling paint and a brownish discoloured area so a leak makes sense and part of the roof is above the kitchen but the problem is that roofers  charge a fortune which we can’t afford, at least not without taking out another loan, which would end up being something like our fifth or sixth, as whenever there’s some sort of emergency repair that’s the only way we can get the $$$$ for it, so now our do-it-yourself repair solution is we put a bucket on the kitchen floor below the leak and now it catches the drips so the floor’s not flooded. My mother’s worried now how can we sell the house and I said just make sure when we show the prospective buyers that it’s not raining that day….and hide the bucket.

As well, my hubby said I could have gone to church yesterday evening as he could have driven me instead of today as he has to work and it’s supposed to storm today and I have to walk in the rain so I was all set to go but then at 2 pm I all of a sudden got this massive headache(I’m convinced is connected to when I fainted and fell and hit my head earlier) and I was really dizzy with it too( which was noticeable when I’d taken Buddy out for his walk and I could barely stand) so I never ended up going as I knew there was no way I could stand in church feeling like that; I’d pass out, and I’d already taken my weed earlier, at 8 am (Wake and Bake!) thinking I was going to church later on in the day so it would give it time to wear off before I went so by the time the headache came at 2 pm it had already worn off so I couldn’t even take my weed to get rid of it because I’d already had it. It probably worked out for the best too as my hubby very well could have just been setting me up,too; just saying he was going to take me just to have me get all dressed up and ready and set to go and then just not  show up, just to sabotage me, to piss me off…..either way I wasn’t able to go anyway so it didn’t matter…

The Coat.

Screen Shot 10-13-17 at 04.33 PM Check this out! The 16 YR old  designed the pattern , the style, created, sewed, and made this coat entirely on her own! It took her 2 days. Isn’t it just amazing? It looks so nice and snug and warm,too! The 14 YR old(who also sews and has been sewing for years, even before the 16 YR old started) likes it so much that she’s also going to “twerk” it a bit and redesign it a bit and make a similar one for herself in another colour. I’d heard it was going to be red but then it would look like Santa Claus’ outfit so perhaps another colour might be a better choice… and yes, she plans on studying fashion design when she graduates highschool,and she’s currently in grade 11. She has designed and created several clothing items and fashion and also has a blog on beauty and fashion, and who knows, maybe one day in the future she’ll have her own little boutique downtown in a city somewhere with her own creations?

I also had this weird headache that felt like a sharp stabbing pain in the back of my head on the left side, much like the one I had behind my right eye awhile ago I’m sure must have something to do with when I fainted and fell and hit my head hard on the floor 2 weeks ago and haven’t been “right” since ( not that I was before, only now I notice even more so) and my forgetfulness and memory is much worse now as well and all I want to do is sleep. So I took weed to get rid of the headache( which works when nothing else does) which it did but then half of my mind floated away with it,too, but at least I didn’t have the headache anymore! 🙂

I was watching the nightly news as well and had the sports muted like I always do because it’s redneck and I hate it and it annoys me and my hubby knows this so he turns it back on just to annoy me so I muted it again and we kept going back and forth in a remote control war of muting and un-muting, back and forth,and  I told him he can listen to it all he wants on his radio or news, I don’t care, when I’m not there, but not on mine; don’t want to hear it and this is my turn and to stop ruining my show for me,and then he groused in an attempt to threaten me, I’m not doing anything for you! which made me laugh actually because he hardly does anything for me now anyway other than drive me to church which he rarely even does anymore now anyway,and it’s been weeks too since I’d asked him to pick me up coconut oil the next time he was in the area(which he has been, a few times) but he could never be bothered because it’s just something for me, not a priority, not important, and doesn’t matter, and I think as well he’s probably waiting to hear back about my biopsy hoping I do have cancer afterall and not too long to live and then he won’t have to buy it at all….

F*ck him.

My hubby also programmed his Google something-or-other ( I forget what’s what it’s called; it’s this little inter-active electronic Smart device that works with your TV, phone, voice command, etc, and plays music, the radio, gives you info, writes you a list, etc..) so that it won’t turn off on my command, if it hears my voice; normally you say, Ok, Google, stop and it stops, only it doesn’t for me, no matter how many times I say it or how loud I say it. Once I yelled in exasperation, SHUT THE F*CK UP!!  and it did but only for awhile and then came back on,(it’s just like the kids; they don’t shut up when you tell them to,either!!)and then he uses it to torture me too by having it play redneck country music (that he knows I hate!!) when I’m in the room just to piss me off and then I can’t even turn it off so I just either end up unplugging it or turning off the power bar to get it to stop. See the kind of thing I always have to put up with from him? He’s what my mother refers to as a shit-disturber(and unfortunately the boys are all like that,too, learning from his bad example), always purposely doing or saying things that he knows will provoke, goad, annoy, bug, upset, or trigger me; he’s just an asshole and he’s always doing things like this just to piss me off, and then he wonders why I hate him and just try to avoid him?

F*ck him.

2 Years.

Screen Shot 10-12-17 at 07.07 PM It’s been 2 years since I had my last migraine . Yes! Really! Honestly! No fooling! The reason is, because it’s been 2 years I’ve been using marijuana, that is, good old weed, that’s right, cannabis, which completely eliminated my migraines, which had begun to break thru once again even on my anti-migraine medication but now have stopped entirely.

I still remember it clearly; it was October 2015 when I last had a migraine and when I first tried weed as I’d heard it helps and I was desperate to try anything for relief. Not only did it eliminate the migraine I had but it prevented future ones and I also found it alleviated any other types of headaches, pain, or cramps I might have as well,and it also eases my anxiety, lessens stress, helps me sleep better, and relaxes suicidal thoughts, but the odd time I might also get a bonus,too, an added side-effect, such as like being able to leave my body, go to another dimension, feeling colours and sounds, seeing the walls breathe in and out, floating along on a wave of sound,etc..

It’s kind of funny in a way too as I never did weed growing up so I’m like what my mother refers to as a late bloomer; I didn’t start smoking pot until I was 48!  😀 It took a couple of months for it to actually take effect though, to work, as far as feeling “high”; it never did anything for the longest time, it was so funny, I wondered if maybe I was doing it wrong or maybe even”broken” somehow or something and maybe I wasn’t capable of getting high perhaps but it turned out it was just like with sex; it took 2 weeks of doing that too in the beginning before I found out what an orgasm was, it was just like all of a sudden…Oh! So that’s what’s supposed to happen!! although not so much as much with my first experience getting high; it was scary actually and I thought I was dying(I was scared and called over my oldest who was dying laughing and said something to the effect of, You’re fine! You’re just high as f*ck!) ; it felt so weird at first it freaked me out and was just so overwhelming and intense I think my brain just never knew what hit it…. Interestingly, I only get high probably about 1/10 times I have my cannabis oil; it’s not a common thing, usually I just fall asleep.

So now I have a legal medical prescription I have re-newed once a year after a visit with the doctor, but soon it will be legal not only for medical use but for recreational use as well so maybe the cost will go down? That would be nice… and so it’s been 2 years of using cannabis, of being called a druggie, etc. by my hubby and kids as yet another way to degrade me and put me down, of thanking God for His herbs and medicines, 2 years migraine-free….migraine-free…..something I never thought I’d say….yet here I am now, 2 years later…..migraine-free….. thanx to weed….. thanx to weed I am now migraine-free….and I also have a smile on my face and groove to the music,too! 🙂

It’s a gift from God”. – Michelle Philips


Original Due Date.

Screen Shot 10-11-17 at 08.08 AM Today was the original due date for my first child 28 years ago. October 12…..only labour didn’t begin until 3 days later, on the 15th and he wasn’t born until 4 days later, on the 16th. I’ll never forget that day though; October 12th. It’ll always be imprinted in my memory forever, like a brain tattoo, forever etched on my mind, a day I eagerly anticipated and looked excitely ahead to for 9 months,and then a day that came and went….and as each day,each hour passed, I would get increasingly nervous, When it is going to happen? Is this baby ever going to come out? It seemed to last forever and I was just so eager to meet him and, to tell you the truth, at that point at the end of the pregnancy, just so desperate to get him out (I would have taken him out myself with salad tongs if I could!) I was trying everything from drinking castor oil, going for a bumpy car ride, to having sex….what’s taking this kid so long,anyway? I’m so done being pregnant….

…..but then one day, on the early morning of the 15th, around 5 am, my first contraction begun,and I was on my way at long last,and at 4 :47 the next morning, on the 16 th I became a mother for the first time,and against the odds he survived! Even though he was my first baby, our experiment,and we had no idea what we were doing and we were just “winging” it and just learned as we went along he survived and grew and came it thru it relatively unscathed(and he’s one of our more normal ones, or at least I think he is…) and now he’ll be 28 years old next week, but I’ll never forget October 12th. It was when he was originally supposed to be born.

As well, I saw this survey online how much $$$$ did you get for allowance as a kid and it reminded me: I used to get 20$ a week allowance yet now as an adult I’m put on a limit of 20$ a month “allowance” and this includes all my personal needs too such as shampoo, hair dye, tampons, deoderant, etc. whereas when I was a kid and a teen those were not incl. in my allowance; I didn’t have to pay for them, my allowance was just my extra spending $$$ but now I have to get all my needs out of it which is next to impossible and I realized that I had more money as a kid and teen than I do now. I’d also thought the diarrhrea was gone since the polyp was removed from my colon but now it’s back again, along with more bright red bleeding along with it, so maybe I do have colon cancer, afterall, then? I should get the biopsy results later next week….

I also had the recurring dream I often do of my last day of highschool and how free I felt, and how I just ran down the halls yelling, Freedom! I’m free! I never have to come back to this place ever again! what a feeling of pure freedom I felt, like I could fly,and it makes me think that’s probably how I’ll feel when I die,too; free; freedom from this life, free from this toxic environment, freedom from this toxic family, free from this physical body, free to soar, free to fly, free from anxiety, sadness, worry, fear, hurt, pain, rejection, free from depression, bi-polar, Asperger’s, free from self-loathing and self-hatred, free from being me,  just free….

The Proper Way To Eat Viva Puffs.

Screen Shot 10-10-17 at 04.44 PM  At the eating disorders clinic yesterday  the 14 YR old had some Viva Puffs cookies (pictured here) for her snack and as she picked off the chocolate top and popped the tiny pieces into her mouth bit by bit they scolded her to take bigger bites and not nibble as it’s “disordered eating….” except in this case this is the unofficial proper way to eat Viva Puffs! Everyone I have ever known has ever eaten them this way,myself included; there’s a right and proper way to eat a Viva Puff and it’s like this: first you have to break the top so it cracks and then you peel off the chocolate, bit by bit, and pop it into your mouth, until just the marshmallow is visible and then you bite that off, bit by bit, and only then do you bite into the jam and cookie at the base! Under no circumstances do you ever take bites out of the entire thing intact or pop the whole thing into your mouth! You just don’t, that would just be wrong ,and if you do then there is something inherently wrong with you! That’s just the way to eat Viva Puffs, the right way, the proper way, the only way, and everybody knows it. I mean, who doesn’t know that? Seriously, though, really, what’s wrong with people?

As well, driving to the clinic is nice this time of year now in fall seeing all the different colours of leaves on the trees and yesterday was really foggy as well esp. in the flat land areas and rural areas and farmlands along the way and I saw a roadkill I’m not quite sure what it was but by the long thin shape I’d guess probably either a ferret or mink,and it’s tail was separate from the rest of it and it just struck me as so sad and the 14 YR old gained 300 g again, slow but steady progress and at least she’s gaining weight and not losing so it’s still an improvement but she said she still doesn’t feel any different on the inside so I suggested maybe they give her a complete overall psychiatric evaluation just in case maybe there’s something else that we’re missing as well on top of the eating disorder, as it’s possible she could not only have the eating disorder but another condition as well that’s gone unnoticed and being overlooked…

I also noticed as well in the week since the polyp’s been removed from the colon that my shits have been normal; no more diarrhrea, at least not yet, not so far anyway, and my Facebook friend with cancer found out that she’s dying,too, and they said they don’t think she’ll live to Christmas which is sad, and it was so sudden and unexpected, and my hubby was insultingly referring to my music and referred to it as, What’s that annoying noise I keep hearing? to which I replied, The only annoying noise I hear is your voice! I swear, he’s such an asshole. Whatever shit he sends my way I just send it right back though. I’m not putting up with his shit. I’m just so fed up with that f*cker and all his crap.

Funny as well: I head harsh hacking coughing coming from the 22 YR old’s( 23 next week!) bedroom when him and his GF were in there, behind closed doors so I yelled thru the door, Are you guys smokin’ weed in there? and then after a short pause I added, If you are, save me some! and then I heard laughter, and it hit me when I realized what must have been so funny: usually when parents catch the kids smoking weed they’d be mad and tell them to quit it but not me(I’m the Cool Mom, ha, ha); he’s an adult and he’s over 18; I just wanted to make sure if they were that they saved some for me,too! 😀  As it turned out though they weren’t; his GF was just choking on a popcorn so I told her to have a drink and wash it down.