Just a quick good morning :) I have returned back to the world of WordPress...Hopefully this time I will be able to better utilize it better >.> I think I shall keep Blogger, though, for random, more personal posts.
[[My sites on WordPress [closing all other Blogger pages soon] are: For women and abortion/pro-choice click HERE--- For socio-political; police brutality, war on 'drugs', racism and other injustices, please click HERE. ]]
With that said, I want to say really quickly...I know I tend to not get things posted as quickly as I sometimes may say *cough* or as quickly as planned, as quickly as I want to. I apologize and I need to work on it. I have so many things going on, I try to maintain so many projects and other at once I'll go for many days with no sleep...then I'll crash out for an entire day and...ugh, it's a lovely bittersweet cycle.
For the past few days I've been wanting to post up some more police brutality videos, but haven't had the energy or other cases I do in private have demanded attention. My emails are backed up -massively- and it seems as though I'll never catch up on them. And writing this in an attempt to explain my delayed and forgetfulness is more than likely only adding to the problem O.o
POINT OF THIS SHORT LITTLE POST: I truly apologize to all that I am late in replying to, for all the posts, articles, essays and videos I've yet to post, but I ask anyone who cares to please understand I am trying, but as my bro said [check out his website here!!], I need to focus on one thing at a time...
The challenge is learning how to do that >.<
*off to do my work and studies ^.^
Monday, August 24, 2015
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
My Aunt Bobbie's Battle with Terminal Cancer
When I found out my Aunt Bobbie had terminal cancer I didn't want to believe it. I deal with things by denying or suppressing for as long as allowed...which normally is not very long.When I accepted it I felt no worry, for some reason. I felt and believed she would somehow defy the odds.
She was in chemotherapy of course, but her body was overridden with tumors. The doctor gave her a limited time and that was that. Still, I didn't believe it.
Then a few months back the doctors were all astonished...They could find no trace of any tumors, she was said to be cancer free and no one understood how or why. We were all thrilled regardless, and the good news she received made her more happy, more caring and more loving; something I didn't think to be possible.
She ended up back in the hospital because of pain she was having a few weeks back. At first the doctors said there was no cancer. An hour later, after getting her hopes up and her daughters spirits raised, he returned saying she had a giant tumor they hadn't seen. The only way I can see that even beginning to make sense is if the tumor was as big as the organ it was on. I don't know more on that except afterwards we were left to believe that was the only one and it'd be a risky surgery but she was willing and ready to do it. Suddenly, they found her body absolutely covered in countless tumors again. Literally, countless. The doctor said he had stopped counting.
She passed away last week when she seemed to be recovering well. I have been struggling to accept this. I stare at the text message I last received from her, I just can't imagine how she could not be here anymore...
I am going to write a little bit about my Aunt Bobbie and the kind of person she was for memories sake, with respect but also because this world needs more people like her. These words aren't good enough to give her proper justice, perhaps one day I'll return and re-write it when my heads on straight. Until then, this is the kind of woman my Aunt Bobbie was....
I don't have much family but those whom I do consider family I love with all of my heart. My Aunt Bobbie is one of those people. She never judged, always accepted, and was the only one to ever reach out to me in a kind way when things were bad at home or when I was going through a hard time.
I was by far the only person she treated this way. She never let anyone feel they were out of place or like they didn't belong. She was a strong, determined woman, teaching me many things, my favorite being, women are not second to men. It was her souls warmth that made her feel like she was an old, familiar friend to people she'd never met.
She would stand for what was just and what was right and sweet as she was, she always had quick wits when someone attacked her. She had her share of hardships in life, but still, somehow she remained smiling. No one could ever bring her down, she believed in women's rights and equality, she knew her facts and she was passionate. She also planned on helping me save my mom from abuse by them getting a home together. She was selfless, loving and accepting but also strong enough to tell you when she disagreed or saw a flaw in ones plan. She made it her job to make sure everyone was happy or at least knew she was there if they needed her. I wish I would have taken her up on that more, now. I could have called for any reason but talking on the phone always has been hard for me. I regret not sucking it up and making more calls now. Text messages are great because we can save them... I just wish I could have heard her voice once more.
Just a few moments ago, I logged into my email and saw someone new had signed her guestbook so I went to look at her page again. Maybe it's because it's 5 in the morning and everyone else is sleeping, or maybe it's reality creeping up on me, either way when I saw her photo my heart stopped for a moment; it took my breath away. Quickly I closed out hoping to forget the truth of the situation. But now that I've had that moment, I don't believe there is any more hiding.
I feel startled and numb, she's gone? Those words catch my breath in my chest. She lived a life of giving, of loving, of sharing, of teaching like no other I know. And somehow she managed to smile, even when she was in pain or sad. I want to be like her; I think this world needs more strong souls like her. I miss her more than I can allow myself to say.
To all those that battle cancer, please never give up, no matter what stage you are in... And I hope those whom watch over and take care of cancer patients do so with love and with knowing.
She was in chemotherapy of course, but her body was overridden with tumors. The doctor gave her a limited time and that was that. Still, I didn't believe it.
Then a few months back the doctors were all astonished...They could find no trace of any tumors, she was said to be cancer free and no one understood how or why. We were all thrilled regardless, and the good news she received made her more happy, more caring and more loving; something I didn't think to be possible.
She ended up back in the hospital because of pain she was having a few weeks back. At first the doctors said there was no cancer. An hour later, after getting her hopes up and her daughters spirits raised, he returned saying she had a giant tumor they hadn't seen. The only way I can see that even beginning to make sense is if the tumor was as big as the organ it was on. I don't know more on that except afterwards we were left to believe that was the only one and it'd be a risky surgery but she was willing and ready to do it. Suddenly, they found her body absolutely covered in countless tumors again. Literally, countless. The doctor said he had stopped counting.
She passed away last week when she seemed to be recovering well. I have been struggling to accept this. I stare at the text message I last received from her, I just can't imagine how she could not be here anymore...
I am going to write a little bit about my Aunt Bobbie and the kind of person she was for memories sake, with respect but also because this world needs more people like her. These words aren't good enough to give her proper justice, perhaps one day I'll return and re-write it when my heads on straight. Until then, this is the kind of woman my Aunt Bobbie was....
I don't have much family but those whom I do consider family I love with all of my heart. My Aunt Bobbie is one of those people. She never judged, always accepted, and was the only one to ever reach out to me in a kind way when things were bad at home or when I was going through a hard time.
I was by far the only person she treated this way. She never let anyone feel they were out of place or like they didn't belong. She was a strong, determined woman, teaching me many things, my favorite being, women are not second to men. It was her souls warmth that made her feel like she was an old, familiar friend to people she'd never met.
She would stand for what was just and what was right and sweet as she was, she always had quick wits when someone attacked her. She had her share of hardships in life, but still, somehow she remained smiling. No one could ever bring her down, she believed in women's rights and equality, she knew her facts and she was passionate. She also planned on helping me save my mom from abuse by them getting a home together. She was selfless, loving and accepting but also strong enough to tell you when she disagreed or saw a flaw in ones plan. She made it her job to make sure everyone was happy or at least knew she was there if they needed her. I wish I would have taken her up on that more, now. I could have called for any reason but talking on the phone always has been hard for me. I regret not sucking it up and making more calls now. Text messages are great because we can save them... I just wish I could have heard her voice once more.
Just a few moments ago, I logged into my email and saw someone new had signed her guestbook so I went to look at her page again. Maybe it's because it's 5 in the morning and everyone else is sleeping, or maybe it's reality creeping up on me, either way when I saw her photo my heart stopped for a moment; it took my breath away. Quickly I closed out hoping to forget the truth of the situation. But now that I've had that moment, I don't believe there is any more hiding.
I feel startled and numb, she's gone? Those words catch my breath in my chest. She lived a life of giving, of loving, of sharing, of teaching like no other I know. And somehow she managed to smile, even when she was in pain or sad. I want to be like her; I think this world needs more strong souls like her. I miss her more than I can allow myself to say.
To all those that battle cancer, please never give up, no matter what stage you are in... And I hope those whom watch over and take care of cancer patients do so with love and with knowing.
Turning off Ads on Kindle Fire?
I need a place to rant so here I go. And if you are thinking of getting a kindle fire or have one, you may be interested in this anyhow. Below I will show you how to remove ads from your Kindle but first, a rant.
I've always said I would 'never become one of those people who read e-books instead of the real, physical copies' - last Christmas I was given a kindle and being someone who reads a lot, I found how easy it was to access, use; so many books rightly available. I now love it and have a decent collection; but be sure I still maintain a physical collection, too :)
If you have a Kindle Fire and are like me, annoyed with ads coming up every time my Kindle is turned off or it goes into stand by, you probably want, like me, to make them go away. And you can...but there is a catch.
I've always said I would 'never become one of those people who read e-books instead of the real, physical copies' - last Christmas I was given a kindle and being someone who reads a lot, I found how easy it was to access, use; so many books rightly available. I now love it and have a decent collection; but be sure I still maintain a physical collection, too :)
If you have a Kindle Fire and are like me, annoyed with ads coming up every time my Kindle is turned off or it goes into stand by, you probably want, like me, to make them go away. And you can...but there is a catch.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Writing Prompt - Death Penalty Problems
For sometime I decided I wanted to keep my writing prompts on a blog, if for no other reason than it makes me feel a bit more responsible for doing it. So, here is my first writing prompt online... I am going to aim to do it every 1-2 days, hopefully I will stick to that....
As always my pieces of writing are very opinionated so... be ready for that lol.
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I both like and dislike hearing others speak on the topic of capital punishment. I dislike it because of ignorant views and because I don’t understand why the government and legal system in America haven’t begun conducting DNA testing on every prisoner, especially those on death row, before execution.
On the other hand, I am thankful to hear others speak of it because people need to be more aware of the atrocities committed against innocent people. Imagine it were your brother, uncle, father or husband that was wrongfully convicted for a crime he didn’t do, put on death row then executed… Only to find out afterwards he was proved innocent, as shown by DNA testing. Every person on Death Row should be tested before they face death; not after. DNA testing is proving more and more people in prison and/or on death row as innocent, but not all people are given such an opportunity and that is an unjust, biased tragedy America needs to fix.
Take, for example,
As always my pieces of writing are very opinionated so... be ready for that lol.
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Question: Tired of the topic of capital punishment; why or why not?
I both like and dislike hearing others speak on the topic of capital punishment. I dislike it because of ignorant views and because I don’t understand why the government and legal system in America haven’t begun conducting DNA testing on every prisoner, especially those on death row, before execution.
On the other hand, I am thankful to hear others speak of it because people need to be more aware of the atrocities committed against innocent people. Imagine it were your brother, uncle, father or husband that was wrongfully convicted for a crime he didn’t do, put on death row then executed… Only to find out afterwards he was proved innocent, as shown by DNA testing. Every person on Death Row should be tested before they face death; not after. DNA testing is proving more and more people in prison and/or on death row as innocent, but not all people are given such an opportunity and that is an unjust, biased tragedy America needs to fix.
Take, for example,
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Personal Rant- Abandonment & Survival
Change is in the air; the time has come. I thought I would be ready, thought it would be easy; but it's really just me afraid; me being borderline. I have had to say 'goodbye' to so many people saying goodbye for any reason, even when the goodbye is needed and called for, hurts.
It hurts because it reminds me of the past. It hurts because it sends me into flashbacks, and it scares me- change scares me. Emotions aren't something I take lightly or feel lightly; whatever emotion I am feeling I feel to the depths of my soul. It is consuming, life altering and gets in the way of every good intention or needed action(s) in my life.
In the past I would consume myself with work, art or books. I think it's worth trying again. I can't focus on the fear, not this time. The action being taken may result in a 'goodbye' but it is a necessary one. Whatever needs to be done to cope, is what I must do.
To anyone reading this and understands the fear of abandonment, even when it really isn't abandonment, please remember it is okay to cope in your own way. Don't let anyone tell you your way is selfish; coping is hard enough without feeling guilty. Especially when the guilt is uncalled for and unfounded.
Having PTSD or CPTSD and Borderline Personality Disorder means surviving by rules most can't understand. But the goal is to survive, so do that; whatever it takes to ensure it happens, do. And please, never let anyone tell you it's wrong or selfish of you- your life matters, do what you must to preserve it.
It hurts because it reminds me of the past. It hurts because it sends me into flashbacks, and it scares me- change scares me. Emotions aren't something I take lightly or feel lightly; whatever emotion I am feeling I feel to the depths of my soul. It is consuming, life altering and gets in the way of every good intention or needed action(s) in my life.
In the past I would consume myself with work, art or books. I think it's worth trying again. I can't focus on the fear, not this time. The action being taken may result in a 'goodbye' but it is a necessary one. Whatever needs to be done to cope, is what I must do.
To anyone reading this and understands the fear of abandonment, even when it really isn't abandonment, please remember it is okay to cope in your own way. Don't let anyone tell you your way is selfish; coping is hard enough without feeling guilty. Especially when the guilt is uncalled for and unfounded.
Having PTSD or CPTSD and Borderline Personality Disorder means surviving by rules most can't understand. But the goal is to survive, so do that; whatever it takes to ensure it happens, do. And please, never let anyone tell you it's wrong or selfish of you- your life matters, do what you must to preserve it.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Unnecessary Legal Punishment Given to Two Diablo III Gamers
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| Diablo III |
Identity theft and things of the like make sense as crimes. But groups such as Anonymous and those affiliated have no place in prison. If criminalizing online activists for trying to do good for society online isn't outrageous enough, misbehaving on a video game can be taken to court, in real life, which in my opinion is scary, insane and a huge reminder that the legal system has far too much control and power over the people when this kind of stuff can be prosecuted.
I'm a gamer; I support
Monday, May 4, 2015
Tamir Rice's Mother Needs URGENT Help! Please Read & Share!
Twelve year old Tamir Rice was shot and killed on video all too recently, he posed no threat to the police, he did nothing wrong. If you watch the tragic video you see the cops pull up at an insane
speed before one jumps out, and within 2.5 seconds shoots and kills the young male. He didn't have time to even warn the child. Now his suffering mother, Samaria Rice, has been forced into a homeless shelter.
Before I go on... Imagine if this had been your child; imagine how it would be to grieve in a homeless shelter after going through such horror. You'd hope others would help in any way they could, and that is all I am asking... Please help Samaria Rice, a grief stricken mother, in any way you can. She truly needs our help and we can do this; we need to unite. So I ask you, please, let's all reach out to her just as you would hope people would reach out to you if you were -gods forbid- in her situation.
Currently, Tamir's mother has been placed in a homeless shelter. I think she has suffered more than enough. She has lost her child; she should be able to grieve in her own place to say the least and she doesn't need nor deserve to lose or struggle anymore.
Let's all do what we can, even if it is just sharing this information with others who may can help. A
speed before one jumps out, and within 2.5 seconds shoots and kills the young male. He didn't have time to even warn the child. Now his suffering mother, Samaria Rice, has been forced into a homeless shelter.
Before I go on... Imagine if this had been your child; imagine how it would be to grieve in a homeless shelter after going through such horror. You'd hope others would help in any way they could, and that is all I am asking... Please help Samaria Rice, a grief stricken mother, in any way you can. She truly needs our help and we can do this; we need to unite. So I ask you, please, let's all reach out to her just as you would hope people would reach out to you if you were -gods forbid- in her situation.Currently, Tamir's mother has been placed in a homeless shelter. I think she has suffered more than enough. She has lost her child; she should be able to grieve in her own place to say the least and she doesn't need nor deserve to lose or struggle anymore.
Let's all do what we can, even if it is just sharing this information with others who may can help. A
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