February 2008

last post written while I was very angry, a little overwhelmed, and probably a little drunk.

Now, just angry, alone, cold, numb, overwhelmed and lost.



I have been a renter for 10 years. To a complete stranger. I am not perfect, I have had issues and made mistakes. Still never in 10 years did she issue a Quit Or Pay order. In fact, to this day I owe her $4,000 in back rent, yet she knows my situation and knows I will pay her when I can (as I always have).

But family, they should know you, right? Especially the ones you have always been very close too. Who saved your husband’s life (emotionally/mentally) when I thought there was no hope. Asking me to be a part of something that I, obviously, might have reservations about (because in spite of the fact that we have been close my entire life) because her husband was in control. He who raped me and my sister. I thought I was forgiving. I thought it made no difference.

The truth is I didn’t have to pay rent at all since the day I had no toilet facilities. But I continued to do so. The truth is I give every penny I have to you for rent that I shouldn’t have to pay at all, legally. I am the idiot.

So, you have your son, who is a pawn but not free of guilt issue an order of 30 Quit. No reason. Not pay or quit. Just quit. In fact, you cut off the legal portion that is required by law to tell me why I have to quit the premises. I probably have more education in tenant/landlord law than you do, but since this has been an illegal rental all along it does not matter.

What matters is that I know. I know my rights and I know what is morally correct. And I love my family. This will not get back to them. Even if you let it, I will not defend myself or have any part of it. You have literally destroyed anything there was. I pity you and I pity your son, but mostly I pity your poor grandaughter who is very attached to us. She already has a divided family that hates each other, how sad to take away her auntie and her beloved Bear.

We will be gone in the 30 days. There is no way to go back from here. Even if it was a “scare tactic” there is no going on from here. Mr. Vixen and I have already prepared our tent. The kids are mostly big now, I only have to worry about Bear and I know where she can go for now. How do former homeowners who make too much money to qualify for aide end up homeless? Like this. 

I have only one warning for you: DO NOT talk about this to my mother (your sister) or my grandmother (your mother), because if you do….

The fires of hell will not compare to the rath you will feel.

 PS I am in the barn. And it is cold. So I have to go now. Rant over….life? not yet. I promise.

Hey everyone, this is Vixen’s daughter Shannymar here to let you know that she is internet-less once more due to the total craptacity of the power cord to her laptop. (If you follow her blog regularly, then you know this isn’t the first or second time!)

She wanted me to let you know that she misses you terribly and is having Internet withdrawals, which I don’t doubt for a second otherwise she wouldn’t be calling me. I’m just waiting for the phone call in a couple of hours when she JUST CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE and she makes me sign on to read her comments to her.

So leave her nice comments while she is gone about how much you miss her and about what an ASS her power cord is and how you would TOTALLY kick it’s butt if you saw it on the playground.

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For more Heads Or Tails entries hightail it over to Skittle’s Place.

Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is HEADS – Wonder OR TAILS – Wander. This week I am going HEADS.

I wonder if I will remember to schedule my mammogram today? I wonder if the sun will continue to shine through to the weekend? I wonder what we will have for dinner? I wonder how long it will take to get where I am going? I wonder what MacDougal’s baby will look like? I wonder if I pretend this donut is fat free if that makes it so? I wonder why my sinuses despise spring so much? I wonder who wrote the book of love?

Edited: Ok, I scheduled the mammo!!!

I was tagged by Smarmoofus to participate in Crazy Eights and by Allison for a game of Eight Random Facts.I am hereby combining the two, since Crazy Eights is sure to contain eight random things too! (NOTE: I was tagged for these in approximately 1710a.d., just before Al Gore invented the internet. So I obviously need Penelope to get on that ‘Slow Poke Award’ for me.)

8 Things I’m passionate about
My grandchildren
My children
Mr. Vixen
My faith

Crafts- crochet, sewing, cross-stitch
My extended family

8 Things I want to do before I die
Have the financial security to enjoy life each day as it comes
Live in a cabin
Travel the U.S. in a camper(A state a month)

Attend the graduations/weddings of all my g-babes
Attend the birth of some great g-babes and possibly some g-cubed-babes (like my Grama)
Work only as a volunteer (not having to work for money, just the joy of helping others)

Take painting classes and have a studio at home
Obtain and maintain personal inner peace

8 Things I often say
“Give Grama a kiss.”
“It is what it is.”
“So how are you today, Mom?”
“And I have an answer.”
“I hate my hair.”
“You are so beautiful.”
“So, what did you make today?
“I am going off to find a bathroom.”

8 Books I’ve recently or currently reading
Storm Runners, by T. Jefferson Parker
Songs of the Humpback Whale, by Jodi Picoult
World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War , by Max Brooks
Everything’s Eventual: 14 Dark Tales, by Stephen King
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy
State of Fear, by Michael Crichton – I don’t remember which came prior to this, so I just picked two more I do remember:
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, by Mark Haddon
The Time Traveler’s Wife, by Audrey Nifenegger

8 Songs I could listen to over and over
Hotel California – Eagles
Desperado – Eagles
Spanish Guitar – Los Lobos (Desperado soundtrack)
Green Grass And High Tides – The Outlaws
Black Water- Doobie Brothers
Like The Rain – Clint Black
Wondrous Stories – Yes
Put Your Light On – Santana

8 Things that attract me to my best friends

Compassion ———- Daring
Humor ————— Witty
Intelligence ———- Knows when to follow and when to lead
Outspoken———– Loyal

8 People I think should do Crazy 8s

Whispering From The Wings


Nononsense Girl






I have updated the pictures for the last week over at my photog blog. Go forth, view and comment. I command thee (don’t forget to scroll down there are seven new pictures).

  1. Protocol :: Rules are meant to be broken.
  2. Girlfriends :: I have the best ones in the world. And I haven’t met a single one in person yet.
  3. Shoulders :: Mine are sagging.
  4. Coming home :: Pipe dream.
  5. Let it in :: I did and now I can’t get rid of it.
  6. Honor :: Some of my relatives have none.
  7. Tyler :: I don’t know a single Tyler, isn’t that strange?
  8. Thriller :: Michael Jackson. Bear put on the Bad CD today. Hadn’t heard it in years.
  9. Angela :: I don’t know a single Angela either, this is getting weird.
  10. The winner is :: Never me. (EDITED: Except for the time I won Rockin’ with Frigga– and a great book from Christine – thanks for reminding me!)

Today it has rained all day. I am just sitting inside watching the birds fight over the feeder and sewing pjs for Butterball while listening to old CDs.

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