31 May 2007
Today's Game
Go to familyfun.com and look up Poison Bottle Caps


posted by -atomik kitten @ 3:09 PM   0 comments
Acts 10

Acts 10:15 15 And the voice spake unto him again the second time, What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common.

Peter was awoken by God and told to kill and eat. Peter said no. He had never eaten anything that was considered unclean and wasn’t going to do so now. God, the very one that decided what was clean and unclean, told Peter that what God had cleansed should not be called unclean. What God has told us to do, we should do. It doesn’t matter what it is. If God is telling us to go over to the homeless shelter and dish out soup while telling everyone within ear shot His message and to hug the homeless person while we are at it, we need to do it. We aren’t unclean anymore either. It doesn’t matter what we did in our past. We need to keep on keeping on. We need to just keep moving in our walk with God. God made us clean!


posted by -atomik kitten @ 2:54 PM   0 comments
30 May 2007
Today's Game
We should have played Airport, but after suffering an incredibly bad migraine, I guess we'll be playing it tomorrow.

Airport Picture O'Hare International Airport on a Monday morning. It may be the busiest airport on the planet, but it's nothing compared to the sheer mayhem this game can produce any day of the week.

Inanimate objects on hand

1. Set up a "runway," any open space about 20 yards long and 6 to 8 feet wide. Mark it off with a stick in the dirt, with chalk on pavement, or with sticks or stones on grass.

2. One player, called the pilot, stands at the beginning of the runway and gets blindfolded. His partner, the air traffic controller, stands at the far end of the runway. It is foggy, and the pilot must land her plane with help only from the air traffic controller. The pilot can move but cannot see. The controller can see but cannot move.

3. All the other players remove an article of clothing or grab a couple of things from their backpacks: sneakers, bulky sweaters, notebooks, soccer balls, tennis rackets, jump ropes, or basically anything else that isn't sharp or breakable. The players throw these objects onto the runway and leave them where they land, thus creating an obstacle course.

4. The pilot must walk the course, arms outstretched like airplane wings, guided just by the controller's voice: "OK, OK, two steps forward, but--stop! Little steps! Step to the side now--no, to the other side and then a giant step over the bat. Watch out for the shin guards...wait..."

5. If the pilot "crashes," he must either start over at the beginning of the runway or let another team take a turn. If he reaches the end of the runway, the blindfold is removed and everyone applauds. Then it's another team's turn.

The controller walks the runway next to the pilot but may not touch him.

The controller can't say the name of any of the objects on the runway, so the pilot has no idea what's in front of him.

The players on the sidelines simulate the noises of an airport, with jet engines, back-up alarms, loudspeaker announcements and so on. This makes it challenging for the pilot to hear the controller at all.

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 6:44 PM   2 comments
29 May 2007

Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?

YOU ARE RULE 8(a)!You are Rule 8, the most laid back of all the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. While your forefather in the Federal Rules may have been a stickler for details and particularity, you have clearly rebelled by being pleasant and easy-going. Rule 8 only requires that a plaintiff provide a short and plain statement of a claim on which a court can grant relief. While there is much to be lauded in your approach, your good nature sometimes gets you in trouble, and you often have to rely on your good friend, Rule 56, to bail you out.
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posted by -atomik kitten @ 9:16 PM   1 comments
Just a good old fashioned randon freaking vent..
I honestly think that I am totally losing what little bit is left of my brain. I know that when I was 5 I got the math smarts knocked out of me by a Louisville Slugger by Big Baldy (he was 10). The story is (and I don't remember) that I walked behind him when was gearing up to swing. So that answers part of why I suck in math.

Do you know something disturbing that caught me today (and can you tell I'm off my meds)? The fact that liberals want to save the whales and save the trees and save the environment...but to hell with the unborn babies. Let's just make it legal to kill them while we use pork barrel politics to ensure that we don't drill into the barren areas of Alaska to bring down our dependency on foreign oil. NOTE TO ALL LIBERALS: IF YOU KILL THE BABIES THERE WILL BE NO MORE LITTLE LIBERALS TO CONTINUE THE QUEST TO SAVE WHALE BLUBBER.

I am just so sick and tired of the sheer stupidity that freaking surrounds me on a daily basis. I am tired of going out of my way to be nice to people. I know that I am not the most lovey dovey person (except when it comes to my kids)...and yet when I make an effort, I get griped at and they take it out of context or twist it around. I am sick and tired of being the bad guy. I really, really, really am.

I am tired of being treated like I'm stupid. So what if I have brain damage that affects my ability to do math? My IQ is over 140. Something tells me that I'm not too stupid. Do I act stupid sometimes? Sure, who the heck doesn't? But why does everyone else get the benefit of the doubt except me? I relate to children, keep them busy, and know how to make them feel like they are the most important things in the world - even kids that aren't mine.

I have Lupus. I'm sick with a really bad cold right now. I still have all the little neighborhood brats over to do crafts, drink Kool-Aid and play. I teach the girls how to behave as young ladies. I teach them that they don't need to use profanity to get their points across.

I teach boys how to build things (even though I suck at it). I teach boys how to throw foot balls and how to stand right to swing a bat. I teach boys to ride bikes and to get up and dust themselves off and try again. I stay up all night with puking little kids.

I am graduating with honors next year from college. I am completing a four year degree in just over two years. Yeah, I'm so stupid.

I am starting to come to the realization that being nice, and I mean ultra nice, just doesn't pay off when it comes to adults. Being civil? You bet. How hard is it for the neighbor to watch my kid for five minutes so I can run to the post office / gas station when I've kept their kids for hours on end all day...they eat my food, tear up my house (not literally), and most of them call me MOM. Yeah, I'm so worthless.

Yet here I sit so incredibly stressed out with my thumb bleeding like there is no tomorrow because physical pain sure in the hell beats out emotional pain any day of the freaking week. I am so ready to just stay OFF my medication so I can go back into that nice, safe black and white area where I just don't care what other people think of me.

But, for those of you that truly know me either in person or by regular correspondence, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I just need to freaking decompress which is virtually impossible for me. I need a freaking vacation. I would love to have $1000 dollars and just take the kids on a nice long trip to Branson or Louisiana or something. Of course that's not going to happen because I am too over qualified to work at Subway or McDonalds or Pizza Hut. I got fired in February. It is now almost June. I send out my resume like crazy (and it is a DAMN good resume. I do awesome resumes). I've had a few interviews but no call backs and one rejection letter.

So now what?

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 8:01 PM   1 comments
To answer your burning questions...
The first real date with The Cop Magnet (the trip to Frontier City) happened the weekend after July 4, 1995. We met on a BBS (Bulletin Board System) because he spammed me. Does anyone remember the old ANSI program TheDraw? Anyway, he made this garish looking ad and figured out how to send it to everyone. Being the "I'm not gonna take this crap" kind of girl that I am, I called the BBS. Being the stupid 16 year old that I was, I put my real telephone number in. After I sent him a very scathing email, he called. I didn't answer. I had a BBS, too. He called it and hacked into my system...all the way down to good old Norton. I pulled the plug on him.

He called again so I answered it fully prepared to berate him within an inch of his dorky little life (because he was quite a dork). Turns out, he was kind of funny. I pictured him as a short fat kid. He invited me to go with him, a friend of mine (that was supposed to be his date that it turns out that he knew and I didn't know that they knew each other), and two friends of his. I was supposed to be friend number one's date.

My friend didn't show up. So it was just me and three guys...friend number one (while he's grown up to be a wonderful, wonderful man) was a complete and utter jerk. I think he was even more of a jerk than your typical 16 year old boy. I thought The Cop Magnet was hot but kept my distance because I was supposed to be there with his friend. His other friend and I shared some ice cream while the other two were in line for pizza. This friend was like having a girl-friend to talk to with a penis - which is kind of creepy...but he's straight and now married. Turns out he just knows how to talk to the ladies.

Apparently The Cop Magnet had said something to him about me being hot (apparently they both needed glasses). I had mentioned to ice cream boy that I thought The Cop Magnet was kind of cute, too and that friend numero uno was a bit too much for me. We rode on The Twister and I was so dizzy getting off that I bumped into everyone. He grabbed my hand and didn't let go for the rest of the day (much to friend one's dismay - but it's all good now...we were all in each other's weddings).

Eventually we wandered off toward the Ferris Wheel. I am terrified of heights (turns out he is too, but he didn't tell me that then). We are on there with another couple that was older. She said something to the effect of what a cute couple we were. I said, "We aren't a couple." He said, "Why not?" The other guy chimed in, "Have you kissed her yet?" So he did...

Later he admitted to that being his first kiss. I was also his first girlfriend.

We went back about a month later and had two cheesy little keychains made with our names on them. When we broke up I got rid of mine. I moved out of state and everything...

When I came back and we got back into touch, I found out he still had his. Now it is in my purse.

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 4:33 PM   3 comments
Facts about Chuck Norris
Some kids pee their name in the snow. Chuck Norris can pee his name
into concrete.

Leading hand sanitizers claim they can kill 99.9 percent of germs. Chuck
Norris can kill 100 percent of whatever the heck he wants.

Chuck Norris once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now The Islands.

Chuck Norris was originally cast as the main character in 24, but was
replaced by the producers when he managed to kill every terrorist and
save the day in 12 minutes and 37 seconds.

Chuck Norris can speak braille.

Chuck Norris can do a wheelie on a unicycle.

Chuck Norris owns the greatest Poker Face of all-time. It helped him win
the 1983 World Series of Poker despite him holding just a Joker, a Get
out of Jail Free Monopoly card, a 2 of clubs, 7 of spades and a green #4
card from the game Uno.

Once, while having sex in a tractor-trailer, part of Chuck Norris' sperm
escaped and got into the engine. We now know this truck as Optimus

If you spell Chuck Norris wrong on Google it doesn't say, "Did you mean
Chuck Norris?" It simply replies, "Run while you still have the chance."

Chuck Norris can slam revolving doors.

Once a cobra bit Chuck Norris' leg. After five days of excruciating
pain, the cobra died.

Chuck Norris does not hunt because the word hunting implies the
possibility of failure. Chuck Norris goes killing.

Chuck Norris doesn't pop his collar, his shirts just get erections when
they touch his body.

Chuck Norris was once on Celebrity Wheel of Fortune and was the first to
spin. The next 29 minutes of the show consisted of everyone standing
around awkwardly, waiting for the wheel to stop.

Chuck Norris' dog is trained to pick up his own poop because Chuck
Norris will not take crap from anyone.

Giraffes were created when Chuck Norris uppercutted a horse.

Chuck Norris can delete the Recycling Bin.

Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and
unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was
finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his
soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and
admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second
Wednesday of the month.

When Chuck Norris gives you the finger, he's telling you how many
seconds you have left to live.

If it looks like chicken, tastes like chicken, and feels like chicken
but Chuck Norris says its beef, then it's freaking beef.

Chuck Norris doesn't have hair on his testicles, because hair does not
grow on steel.

Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Chuck

If you play Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven" backwards, you will hear
Chuck Norris banging your sister.

Chuck Norris secretly sleeps with every woman in the world once a month.
They bleed for a week as a result.

Bill Gates lives in constant fear that Chuck Norris' PC will crash.

Chuck Norris can kill two stones with one bird.

Ghosts are actually caused by Chuck Norris killing people faster than
Death can process them.

Chuck Norris has to maintain a concealed weapon license in all 50 states
in order to legally wear pants. Chuck Norris is the only person on the
planet that can kick you in the back of the face.

Chuck Norris can build a snowman out of rain.

The best part of waking up is not Folgers in your cup, but knowing that
Chuck Norris didn't kill you in your sleep.

Chuck Norris is always on top during sex because Chuck Norris never
screws up.

A rogue squirrel once challenged Chuck Norris to a nut hunt around the
park. Before beginning, Chuck simply dropped his pants, instantly
killing the squirrel and 3 small children. Chuck knows you can't find
bigger, better nuts than that.

Brett Favre can throw a football over 50 yards. Chuck Norris can throw
Brett Favre even further.

Chuck Norris never retreats, he just attacks in the opposite direction.

Chuck Norris once punched a man in the soul.

Chuck Norris keeps his ID on the bottom of his right foot. Nobody ever
asks him for his ID.

Chuck Norris can drown a fish.

Chuck Norris can create a rock so heavy that even he can't lift it. And
then he lifts it anyways, just to show you who the heck Chuck Norris is.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 4:32 PM   0 comments
My love life...
Your Love Life is Like The Graduate

"Would you like me to seduce you? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

You believe that you can't pick who you fall in love with. And that sure explains a lot about your past!
For you, love has always been dramatic and crazy... which suits you just fine.

Your love style: Unconventional and a bit shocking

Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Eerily calm


posted by -atomik kitten @ 1:38 PM   1 comments
Time Travel Tuesday
Today's TTT is about first dates. I can't remember my first real date...sadly, it was over shadowed by the first date I had with my husband.

You guys saw that picture last week. We went to see First Knight. That was our first real date. Before that we had been to Frontier City where I was supposed to be a date for one of his friends...well, until my husband kissed me on the Ferris Wheel.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 1:00 PM   5 comments
99 Days of Games
The Fugitives Add a twist of mystery and excitement to a classic game of red light, green light.

Ball, hat, or coat

1. Have one player, the detective, stand 50 feet or more away from the other players, the fugitives.

2. To start, she yells "Out of jail" and then turns her back to the fugitives, who begin to advance toward her to steal her badge (a ball, hat, or coat that sits at her feet).

3. At any moment and without notice, the detective can whirl around and shout "Freeze!" Then, the fugitives must halt completely. Any unlucky fugitive caught moving must sit down where he or she stood and remain in this "jail" for the rest of the game.

4. The first fugitive to reach and steal the detective's badge becomes detective for the next game.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 8:30 AM   0 comments
Good Riddance...
I don't think Elizabeth Hasselbeck is going to be singing the blues that Rosie O'Big Mouth is gone. Did Rosie seriously think Hasselbeck should defend her to critics when she referred to our military men and women as terrorists? Is Big Mouth on crack?

Looks like Jerry Springer no longer has any competition now that Big Mouth is gone.
posted by -atomik kitten @ 8:00 AM   3 comments
28 May 2007
posted by -atomik kitten @ 4:41 PM   0 comments
An open letter to Fox News
Dear Idiots,

Turner Falls is not in Oklahoma City. That's almost as amusing as when Carrie Underwood won American Idol and your rival station, CNN, pronounced Checotah as Chee-ko-TAH when it is actually pronounced she-coe-ta.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 12:53 PM   1 comments
25 May 2007
You could tell it was a small town graduation...
The graduating class had 209 students....six of which were pregnant...two others had given birth not too terribly long ago.... That's not to mention that cow bells and air horns were in abundance and readily sounded...

And The Cop Magnet...almost got to lay his hands on some fool that put his hands on me.

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 12:19 AM   3 comments
23 May 2007
Note to self...
And to others that are accident prone...pay special attention when you are making instant potatoes. Otherwise if it sloshes, an entire tablespoon of bubbling potatoes will come out, roll down your shirt, bounce off your skirt and land on your foot resulting in a very nasty blister....

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 5:14 PM   1 comments
Congratulations Monkey Butt!
You graduated from Kindergarten today. We are ultra proud of you.
posted by -atomik kitten @ 2:21 PM   0 comments
22 May 2007
A hunting we will go...
Okay, so just me. I talked on my cell phone around 11:30 this morning. I sat it down in the kitchen. I've looked for it since then. I've called it, listened for it, moved furniture and everything. Still, I could not find it. FC-15 just rolled over on the couch...and there was my cell phone.

He stole it from the kitchen and was laying on it...
posted by -atomik kitten @ 3:15 PM   0 comments
Time Travel Tuesday
For time travel Tuesday we are going back to our first blog post, posting it again, and telling about how we got started blogging...

I guess I'll just talk about when I first started blogging here. I started here at blogger on September 2, 2006. I was with blog-city, but they were screwing around with some of their features and then the admin sent out an email saying they were changing to a paid service. Who in the world PAYS to blog?! Well, obviously if you post your blog on your own domain you do, but not for a service that just sets up a sub.

I am not really sure why I started blogging...probably peer pressure - everyone else was doing it. LOL

Anyway, here's my first post:

Peer pressure made me do it... So I finally decided to make the switch away from Blog-City (I was under a different name). While I am some what web savvy, Blog-City was too difficult to manage and the thought of themes scared me. I might even have nightmares. So, here I am. I found a template I was going to use but, again, I couldn't figure out how to get the pictures to work. I started uploading the graphics to my Yahoo photos but two of them refused to upload. So now, I'm stuck with this lame template. I am not looking for anything too wild. I just want something that screams, "ME!!" Is that too much to ask? So I am trying desperately to enlist the help of my dear friend to make me something and upload it all for me.

Now here's my first real post that doesn't talk about switching. It was posted on September 3 2006.

Say hello to my little friend... Forget EOE... I am an EOMM (Equal Opportunity Mean Mom). All three boys seemed to need some meanness from me yesterday. DS1 couldn't seem to keep his little hands to himself which resulted in me returning the favor. DS3 decided that he could use curse words which resulted in him tasting my new dish soap. Apparently orange dish soap doesn't taste nearly as good as it smells. DS2 thought the bunk beds made one HECK of a jungle gym. I love the boy dearly. He is my step-son so I can't exactly discipline him (his father doesn't care but his mother gets bent out of shape if someone makes the boy listen or shows her that yes he can listen). I asked him three times to stop jumping from the top bunk....to no avail. However, once it started interfering (the noise) with the OU / Alabama game, DH got a hold of that really quick.

This morning, DS3 cleaned his bathroom. He loves doing it and who am I to keep a childhood favorite all to myself? I didn't have any trouble with DS1 until just a bit ago when he got out the dominoes and then got mad and started hollering at DS3. DS2, you ask? Oh, he is banished to sitting on the couch doing nothing...the same kid that came and tattled on DS3 yesterday for using a cuss word, did it at the breakfast table. Gee, wonder where DS3 got it from.

I let the whole "boys will be boys" thing go on a good deal of the time. Boys are rambunctious, loud, and...well, my world. But I will ensure good behavior. Why? Because I am an EOMM.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 7:30 AM   5 comments
21 May 2007
Animator vs. Animation II
Never make your stick man The Chosen One...


posted by -atomik kitten @ 8:07 AM   0 comments
Animator vs. Animation I


posted by -atomik kitten @ 8:05 AM   0 comments
18 May 2007
How to NOT lose weight...
1. Get a bad case of strep throat. You know the kind...the kind that is so bad that even drinking water feels like swallowing a mouth full of razors.

2. Your husband brings home ice cream in hopes that it will help with your throat.

3. Because you haven't ate anything in a couple of days - you eat the entire container by yourself.

4. Automatically pack on ten pounds.
posted by -atomik kitten @ 1:52 PM   4 comments
16 May 2007
Special Shout Out...
Hello to Professor F.L.... Yeah, I know you're visiting. Why? Because no one can withstand "the google".

From...your little devil's advocate extraoridinare.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 6:47 PM   1 comments
15 May 2007
What is the POINT?!
Okay, I know I'm grumpy. I've been up all night. Yet I know that some of my marbles are still in tact. Is there really a point to sentencing a guy to almost 2000 years if the most he can serve by law is only 20 years?!?!?!

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 7:19 AM   2 comments
Where's the statue of liberty when you need here?
Yeah, I am talking about the give me your poor and tired...yadda yadda. Here it is 5:07 AM. I went to bed at almost midnight, slept for about an hour, and was awakened by a puking child. Ah, the joys of motherhood. Said child was sent home from school today because he threw up all over the place. He said, "I know it was the footlong I ate from Subway. I identified it by the pickle." Now there's a skill that will take him far in life, don't you think?

Honestly, I think he might have food poisoning. He had a turkey footlong (all he'll eat on it is pickles and turkey) from Subway. The Cop Magnet also had a turkey footlong and he had stomach upset today too...even though I don't think he suffered from Return of the Footlong quite like Bry-onicle did. I should call tomorrow and gripe. I really should. On top of that, one of the employees was using unsavory language in front of my children. I griped him out in front of the whole restaurant. If he wants to cuss, that's his business - but you don't do it at work...in front of little children, no less.

On the plus side, I finished my paper that is due today and I am about to take my Legal Ethics test that is also due today. I might as well.

I sure wish the statue of liberty could come pull duty over here so I could go to sleep. I might have strep throat again. I thought it was just allergies since the cottonwood is in full force, but I've got the cough and the sore throat that just won't go away. I also have my bone scan today on my foot.

On the other hand (I have different fingers), I got a lot done today. I did a six hour cleaning marathon. I got Bry-onicle three pairs of pants and me a denim skirt from the local thrift store for eight bucks. They didn't have anything in Monkey Butt's size this week. I dug up some grass in front on our parking to make room for a garden. I also took both Dumb Dog and Pup Dog for walks (separately). Dumb Dog makes a good jogging partner.

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 5:06 AM   1 comments
14 May 2007
Au Naturale
You Are a Natural Beauty!

You're the kind of beauty that every guy dreams about...
One that looks good in the morning - without a stich of makeup
That's doesn't mean you're a total hippie chic though
You have style, but for you, style is effortless


posted by -atomik kitten @ 10:33 PM   0 comments
Child of the 90s
You Are 72% A Child of the 90s

Wassup!?! You remember the 90s like they were yesterday.
And you're ready to open up a can of whoop-ass on any other decade.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 10:31 PM   0 comments
Time Travel Tuesday

Visiting back when I was 18 (and stupid). You get no picture because I can't access the pics through the network. Okay so technically in the picture I was 17...but I can't find one of me that is scanned when I was 18. Yes that is The Cop Magnet.

The year was 1996. I had fuschia colored hair and a messed up knee. The Army National Guard wouldn't take me. My darlin' niece was a year old (my older niece obviously not The Lil Miss). I had a screaming siamese cat named Mai Tai. I said screw it all and moved to Amarillo, TX in October. Then I moved back in February 1997. Then I moved back again in May 1997. Then I came back to Oklahoma right after I turned 19.

Did I mention that I was an idiot and dropped out of school? I did get my GED, though.

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 9:56 PM   4 comments
13 May 2007
My Testimony

In life we have a difficult time getting a job without experience and an even tougher time getting experience without a job. Aren’t you glad that God doesn’t work like that? Aren’t you glad that He has the same ultimate plan for you as He does for a preacher? While everyone is not called to preach, God’s ultimate plan for us is the same: our lives, no matter what background we have, will glorify Him. Today I would like to encourage you in your endeavor of walking near to Christ by sharing my story. I want you to fully know and really understand that if God can reach down and keep me even when I denied Him that He can and will do the same for you.

I was born September 12, 1978 at 11:31 A.M. My life was a burden to my mother from the moment I took my first breath. You may laugh or even question the truth in my next statement. I was born in the middle of her favorite soap opera. Not only did my impending existence ruin the previous nine months of her life but I now had the audacity to make my grand entrance during her favorite show.

My mother was an alcoholic, prescription drug addict, and mentally ill. My father was a prescription drug addict as well. My great-grandmother, grandmother, aunt and older brother assumed most of my care during the first years of my life. My brother and I spent a lot of nights fearfully awaiting our parents’ arrival home after a night out wondering what we would be beaten for. I remember one such night when I was about three. My brother and I were in our beds. My mother bursts into the room with a belt and rips me out of my bed by my arm. She dangles me in the air and beats me with the buckle down my back and the backs of my legs. She throws me back into my bed and begins to leave. I remember her saying to me, “If you don’t shut up, I will give you something else to cry about.” Shortly thereafter my father came in and made my brother and I both get out of bed. He made my brother bend over a chair and he beat my brother and made me watch.

A five year old child should be enjoying school, playing outside with friends, maybe even learning to swim. They should not be locked outside, beat when they see their mother smoking pot, told to pack their stuff and get out because their mother hates them, and they should not be beaten because they ask for help to put on a pair of socks. Above all, the parents should protect their children. My older brother (almost six years older than I) had a friend that lived down the street. Occasionally that friend and his sister would spend the night. He slept in my brother’s room and the sister slept in my room. The sister was round 12 or 13. This is the first time I’ve ever told anyone this – my mother walked in my room in the middle of the night while the other girl molested me and my mother didn’t do or say anything about it. She left the room.

I lost both of my front teeth when I was almost six. My dad punched me in the face. I was informed on a daily basis on how ugly, useless, and stupid I was.

When I turned thirteen, I was as tall as my mother. I was doing the dishes one day after school and she came in from work. The first thing she did was start cussing and she started hitting me in the face and about the arms. I had a cast iron skillet in my hand and I hit her back. She never hit me again but she still made it abundantly clear that I was neither loved nor wanted. Around that same time, the school started noticing that I was “different” but no one could put their finger on it. I went to a counselor at school and told them what was going on at home. I was told it was my fault and all children need “discipline”. The school did, however, place me in gifted and talented programs for music and academics. I thought, “Finally I can gain the approval of my parents!” I quickly learned that it didn’t matter what kind of grades I brought home, I was still stupid.

Everything was out of my control. My brother moved out when I was 14. Although I was no longer being hit, I was still the root cause of every problem my parents seemed to have. There were many, many times when I would go as long as a week and a half without eating because there was no money. My mom got fired from her job and my dad would call in and quit his at any moment’s notice.

In 1995, my mother had her “first” psychotic break. She just started crying and throwing stuff out of the blue. My dad was asleep. I knew if I woke him up, it was going to get a lot worse than it already was. I called my aunt. She rushed over and took my mother to a psychiatric ward. Since my father worked nights and slept during the day, I was on my own. My dad went to work stoned one night and got hit over the head with a hammer. The hospital called and said that he might not make it. I punched a wall and broke my hand (no, I am not that weak – I hit the stud and cracked it). My mom came home (as did my father) about two weeks later. I still had not been to a doctor to see about my hand. It wasn’t until a teacher forced me to go to the hospital because I couldn’t write that we found out it was broken. By that time, the bones had started to heal so they had to re-break my hand. That, of course, required pain medication. My aunt bought it and I went home to heal. There were 60 pills to last for one month. They were gone in 24 hours. My parents stole them. The week before my cast came off, I was on the phone with my husband (who was obviously just my friend at the time). My mother came into the room with a knife and attacked me. If it wouldn’t have been for my being able to block blows with a cast and eventually hit her with it I probably would not be here.

In 1997, I married my first husband. I thought I loved him but looking back on it, part of it was just wanting to get as far away from my parents as humanly possible. You could have convinced me to move to Mars without a space helmet. I “knew” about God. I “knew” that you could do what ever you wanted all week (including drugs, alcohol and abusing your children) and as long as you repented on Sunday then you were alright. I also “knew” that apparently God wasn’t as great as what all those Bible-thumping Baptists thought He was because look at me. God never saved me. God never stopped the abuse. God never heard my prayers. God never made sure I didn’t go hungry. So I turned away from God. I got involved in witch craft.

As a child, I always held some fascination for the occult. Now that I was 18, I could do what I wanted to. I went and bought several books, tarot cards, runes, and started reading everything I could possibly find. Satan told me that it was okay. Satan told me that even if witch craft wasn’t right, I still “believed” in God and the “once saved always saved” would take me to heaven. After all I did not have a mom. I could worship a goddess. Within a year, I was highly respected in the Wiccan community and had my own coven. My marriage was a train wreck. I was working and supporting us. We lived in his mother’s house, he was in community college, and he was also seeing other people. I found out I was pregnant in late October 1997. I had some suspicions earlier but I found out for sure in October. My husband informed me that I was to have an abortion. I refused to even consider it. A couple of days later he informed me that he did not love, never loved me, did not want a baby, and that he was leaving to carry on a relationship with someone else. All this time I knew that being involved in the occult was wrong. Conviction hit me. If only I had not gotten involved, I thought, my marriage would not be falling a part (sort of a silly thought now that I think about it since he was an atheist). I prayed to God that night. I prayed if only He would save my marriage, I would serve Him.

I went back to Oklahoma (from Texas) and moved in with my brother long enough to find a job and a place to live. I had a baby coming. It was a bittersweet time for me. I felt some relief because I didn’t have to worry about where my husband was all night. I was excited to be pregnant (even if I was alone); I could be the mom that I wanted to have as a child. I liked the thought of having my own place. When I was living with my ex-husband, I was denied any contact with my friends. When I returned to Oklahoma the first thing I did was fire off a letter to my friend “Mouse”. I didn’t hear anything for a couple of months – I started to think that he didn’t care. One night my phone rang. The letter was forwarded to Maryland and his parents held my letter until he went to visit his parents. He called me right after he read the letter. He said, “I am so glad you came to your senses and came home. I talked to The Cop Magnet right before I called you to let him know I made it to Maryland okay. I told him I had a letter in my hand from you and he wants me to ask you if he can have your phone number.” I said yes. He said, “Good. Invite me to your wedding.” I rolled my eyes and we talked and caught up for over an hour. When I hung up from him, I was so happy and relieved. At least I had someone to talk to (even if he was already trying to marry me off – which was the last thing I wanted to think about). The Cop Magnet called me about an hour later. I said, “That was fast.” He said, “I’ve been trying to call you for a couple of hours and your line was busy. Matt [Mouse] gave me your number before he even called you.” The Cop Magnet and I talked on the phone a lot during the next few months. One night he said, “I want to be there when the baby is born.” I told him I would call him when I went into labor. Bry-onicle was born June 21, 1998 11:31 A.M., (is it any coincidence that if you turn the six upside down, reverse the 21 and subtract 20 years that you get my birthday? I always found that kind of interesting) Father’s Day. I was incredibly sad for my baby boy. He had a mommy but he didn’t have a daddy. Could I really do this by myself? A million thoughts raced through my head. I spent my entire pregnancy alone. I gave birth alone. I lived alone. I would now raise my baby alone. There was a knock at the door. It was The Cop Magnet. He found out from my brother that I had a son. He was hurt that I didn’t call him and let him know I was in labor. He asked if he could hold the baby. As he sat in the rocking chair, the nurse came in. She said, “He looks just like his daddy.” I started to say, “That’s not his dad,” but The Cop Magnet beat me to the punch. He said, “Thanks. This is my son.” Over the next two years, if I needed anything at any time The Cop Magnet was there. He bought diapers, bottles, baby formula, and he would baby sit if I had to work overtime. In early 2000, we moved in together in an effort to conserve money. I had given up on Wicca but I certainly wasn’t going down the straight and narrow path either. In March we found out that we were expecting Monkey Butt. That was a very tumultuous pregnancy with trips to the hospital, stress tests, and going to the OB practically every time I turned around. I had agreed around the time I found out I was pregnant with Monkey Butt to marry The Cop Magnet but I wouldn’t set a date. My feet were very cold when it came to the idea of getting married again (like shacking up is so much better). On November 17, 2000 two visitors showed up on our door step: Mouse and our other friend Jim. We went to the courthouse and they stood up as witnesses when we were married.

Once my mother in law found out I was technically pagan, I figured I was in for some fireworks, arguments, conniption fits and the likes. She said, “Oh yeah? How’s that working for you?” Instead of answering her question, I told her that in high school I logically figured out that Christianity was nothing more than a myth. I presented her with my paper (that the teacher reluctantly gave an A on) that listed the ten guidelines of a myth. I told her, “If you can refute every point in this paper then I will go to church with you.” She said, “How much time do I have?” I was so cocky and convinced that it couldn’t be done that I told her to take all the time she wanted to take and enlist as many people as she wanted to. I was recovering from a c-section and she gave me some books to read (by Ruth Rieder). I was fascinated by the stuff I read. How could such simple beliefs bring anyone so much joy that they would even consider writing about them? I was very curious and started to secretly hope my mother in law could prove my paper wrong. I wanted to go and meet these women – the very women that threw a baby shower for me when I was pregnant with Monkey Butt and they did not even know me. The husbands of those women (and probably some of the women too) took up my challenge and helped my mother in law refute every single point I made. To this day, I can’t even remember the answers but to tell you the truth – I don’t care! It got me in church. My first visit to New Life Tabernacle I was very nervous. I was so different than every one there. They all knew I was pagan. They all knew I was in my second marriage. Everyone in that church was so nice to me. They treated me like I mattered (which was a new feeling for me). They treated me like I belonged. I honestly went in there expecting them to shun me; I was so surprised that it almost got over the initial shock of seeing people clap, sing, dance, shout and carry on in a church service! The only religious experience I had came from a Baptist church. They don’t do that (at least not the ones I went to)! The one sister (aside from my mother in law) that really affected me was Sister Tabitha. She is a couple of years older than me, married, and has two young children. Her spirit was so peaceful and joyful. She was so friendly and loving – she was the sister that planned the games for my baby shower. I started thinking, “Wow. Where can you get that kind of peace and joy? I’ve never had that before.” I started recounting the feelings I did know. I couldn’t think of a time other than the births of my children and marrying The Cop Magnet that I ever felt pure joy. Life with joy? She had joy? How could I get that? I started wanting what they had. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I wanted it. A couple of months later (Feb. 01), I was filled with the baptism of the Holy Ghost by evidence of speaking in tongues. I immediately felt a difference. I was baptized in Jesus’ Name shortly after.

Of course, my life isn’t all peace and joy. I have lots of trials that I have to face – including my background and mental disorder (I am what is known in the psychiatric community as living with a borderline personality disorder). Something dawned on me though when I sat down to write this. We call it a “background” because it is *behind* us. It might be where I came from but it is *not* where I am going. It didn’t matter to God that my parents were addicts and abusive. It didn’t matter to God that I followed pagan ways at one point in time. It didn’t matter to God that my first marriage failed (in fact I am now glad that it did). God was no respecter of persons. He always had His hand on me even when I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) look at it. The fact still remains that I have the peace of the Lord. I have the peace of knowing that God is near and He is bigger than any trial I have faced or will have to face. He is bigger than any problem that comes my way. He is the parent I never had – He loves me regardless.

I am not cut from the cloth of ministry. I did not go to Bible College. I am not necessarily a people person. I am a child of God with a higher purpose in mind – glorifying Him. I have never taken a class to enhance my writing skill (although I probably should). I am learning on the job. God is looking for people like me (and like you). He is looking for people He can train to do things the way He wants them done. It is not an easy job but the rewards are astounding. If He can use me (even after being battered, bruised and scarred by the world) then He can use you too.

1 Philippians 3:14 – I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 10:21 PM   12 comments
Guideline 92
92. You shall not put a child in a kennel for safe keeping.

Sure, we've all been tempted to do it (just be honest with yourself). Most of us settle for Nyquil and duct tape (just kidding) to keep the young'uns in line. If we need to be at a job or something we typically do the right thing and get a baby sitter. Doggy kennel does not equal child care. I do find it kind of ironic that the woman that did this is a jail counselor.


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I am not a complete idiot...
I have some parts missing - I swear I do!

I took the boys to school this morning. Scratch that - I tried to take the boys to school this morning. Bry-onicle's school is across the street. Guess what happened? The car ran out of gas. I was so tired last night after church and after playing Bunco with the boys I forgot to go put gas in it. So I parked it on the side of the access road to the school and walked the rest of the way with the boys.

The problem was that Monkey Butt's school is about two miles away. Walking is a slight problem with my foot, but we set out anyway. I tried calling Nana Beachy and got no answer. I tried calling Poppy and he said he would try and get a hold of her. About the time we are leaving, my neighbor stops and said, "I knew something was wrong when I saw the Camaro parked on the side of the road. What happened?" I told her that we ran out of gas. So she took Monkey Butt to school and me back to the house.

The good news is that I found the gas can...and it was full! I also got my cardio in. Did you know that the car was approximately 1,015 steps away from White Trash Central? The bad news is that I parked in the mud...and Camaros don't do so well in the mud. I was able to get unstuck by throwing it in reverse and spinning out of it.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 11:45 AM   1 comments
This week
Most people found me while searching for my friend Casey's obituary.

May he rest in peace.
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10 May 2007
Extreme fatigue
I am so so so so so so so so so tired. I have to go next week for a bone scan on my right foot. They are going to look to see if there is a stress fracture or if the bar that was put in to support the bone is irritating my foot making it painful to walk. Really, it wasn't that bad until they decided to mess with it. Now it hurts pretty badly. They put me in one of those blue walking boots, but it actually makes my foot hurt worse. So I told them I wouldn't be wearing it. That went over well...

Tonight after church we are having Unkey Monkey's graduation party. I want to get his pic done with Monkey Butt since Monkey Butt will graduate Kindergarten this year.

I told The Cop Magnet the only other thing I want for Mother's Day is a family picture. I have a friend that will do it for free. She's awesome behind the lens. I can print it at home or go to Sprawl-Mart to print.

I am trying to get back into the swing of posting more than once a week.


posted by -atomik kitten @ 2:10 PM   2 comments
08 May 2007
Robin is...
Yes, there you have it boys and girls...that's my first name. Here's how the game works...and just a note - I stole it from Margie.

You have eight things to put behind your name such as: “needs”, “is”, and "wants" - then you Google it. Write down the first five results...

Robin needs:

1. help going downhill. (True since I am on crutches)
2. your help. (Especially if you have a billion dollars and you need help spending it)
3. you. (I haven't decided what for yet, though)
4. somebody to love (since I am now a WoW widow once again)
5. help to defeat Guy of Gisbourne (apparently I have an arch enemy that I didn't even know about!!)

Robin is:

1. a sniper (well I guess I never told yall that I was on the rifle team in high school - but my aim sucks)
2. still out there in the woods (partially true - there's a wooded area behind White Trash Central)
3. luv
4. doomed (of course I am - I am a WoW Widow)
5. hidden (true - not a lot of people really know me well)

Robin wants:

1. to meet 1 person
2. in (to play BUNCO)
3. to date a boy toy (GI Joe, perhaps?)
4. to be reliable (true, I do feel like I've let this slip lately especially in church...sigh)
5. to purchase more or less butter than Batman is willing to sell (oookkkaayyy)

Robin has:

1. a song (and I guess it's a good thing that the Bible says make a joyful NOISE)
2. an average life expectancy of 1.1 year (great - looks like I've surpassed that goal)
3. always been a frequent speaker (even though most of the time I stick my foot in my mouth)
4. soul
5. been taking care of kids (uhh... yeah)

Robin loves:

1. southern comfort food (how true, how true, how true!)
2. hello kitty (only if I get to poke her eyes out)
3. Primus (well, maybe when I was in high school...Winona and her big brown beaver)
4. tattooed lady (that's news to me... I didn't know that I knew any lady with a tattoo)
5. real estate (that also news to me...frankly I'm in love with White Trash Central)

Robin picks:

1. hospitality (do unto others, baby!)
2. a fight (I saw that one coming from a MILE away)
3. up the pace (picante sauce?)
4. picks up a bow (I don't have good aim and won't be splitting any apples although I might put a hole through someone's melon)
5. a bumper prize (oookkkaayyy)

Robin says:

1. relax (very funny considering I just got back from the doc last week because of anxiety)
2. America has a hole in its soul (uhh...yeah, it's called lack of morals and personal responsibility)
3. 27 weeks ago (I can hardly remember yesterday...)
4. unlike some other Robin Hoods, I speak with a British accent (and a very bad one at that)
5. we only output to DVD (seems more like The Cop Magnet's area of expertise)

Robin does:

1. not suck (well that's good to know...)
2. not want to utilize them (the mysterious them...I could give you a great big list of thems that I don't want to utilize)
3. the navigation and does not think twice about it (which is why I generally get lost and end up needing directions)
4. a remarkable job (gee, thanks)
5. deliver outlandish visual mischief (especially if left alone with Nana Beachy... 'nuff said)

Robin thinks:

1. weddings should be held in the afternoon (that's when mine was held)
2. I should dust more (wow - this thing is pretty accurate)
3. it's incredible (what it is I do not know)
4. up a word (care to take a guess?)
5. it will probably turn up again (be it that lost sock or the tack you dropped last week but couldn't find until you stepped on it today without wearing shoes)

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 7:43 PM   6 comments
Sometimes I just wonder....

The boys went with me to Sprawl-Mart today. You see, it is tradition that as far as Mother’s Day presents go…I pick it out for myself. Now this doesn’t let my dear husband off the hook. He still has to make sure the cards are bought.

This year I received a pink Bunco set and an S-barrel curling iron. Of course the curling iron came with the standard warning about not forcing the plug into an outlet, don’t let little children play with it, don’t use it on wet hair, don’t use it and hairspray at the same time, and (my personal favorite) a picture of an eye next to a curling iron with little heat squiggles coming off of it that says, “Caution – This product can burn eyes.” It makes me wonder…who tried to curl their lashes with a curling iron? Not just any curling iron. This curling iron has 2” barrels – three of them. Who tried this and why wasn’t it on the news for us all to enjoy and poke fun at?

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posted by -atomik kitten @ 6:36 PM   1 comments
07 May 2007
Well that was trying...
What a weekend we had. We went to Nebraska to visit Fatty McChuckles, Peg Leg, and The Little Miss. It's about a nine hour drive from Oklahoma.

Did I mention that we only stayed for one day?

Anyway, since my interview at OU (I got my official rejection letter for the position I applied for today) I've had some pretty intense pain in my right foot. I had surgery on it in 2002 and had a little bar put in to support one of my bones.

Friday I finally went to Urgent Care and they did x-rays. The bar is broken and it is now poking out of the bone. So of course they splinted it up, put me on crutches, and told me to follow up with an ortho. The follow up appointment isn't until May 10.

That evening while we waited on The Cop Magnet to get home, Monkey Butt went out to play and ate pavement. He ate so much pavement that his chin had a huge laceration requiring another trip to Urgent Care. Thank goodness they were able to use that skin glue instead of stitches.

We stayed ahead of the storms and made it to Nebraska around 4 Saturday morning. We got in around 9 last night. The rain followed us home (the air show was rained out).

I took the splint off today because it is raining so much. I don't need to bust my tail.. OU called today and I have an interview for a different position tomorrow. I can feel the pain in my foot already...especially wearing dress shoes.

Did I mention that I have two papers to write tonight? Well technically, one paper and one case brief. It's been quite a weekend.


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  • The Cop Magnet - my husband
  • Bry-onicle - my 9 year old son that loves Bionicle
  • Monkey Butt - my 7 year old son that loves adventure
  • Squarepants Star - my 9 year old step-son that loves Spongebob
  • Nana Beachy - my MIL
  • Big Baldy - my older brother
  • Dumb Dog - my very dumb turkish sheep dog (Anatolian Shepherd)
  • FC15 - my cat that weighs 15 pounds
  • Pup Dog - Boomer, our American Boxer
  • Unkey Monkey - my 19 y.o. brother in law
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