Fun

Throw Back Thursday: Warrior Is Taking You On The Way Back Machine, Music selection By Army Of Angels

Last week I was diagnosed with Lyme Disease  adjusting to the new meds is kicking my but. Not to worry, my trusted blogging sister Army of Angels jumped in to make this weeks selection. Big hugs for your help AoA. There would not be Throw Back Thursday this week without her help. I can’t wait to see what she picked. Sit back, take a little break to enjoy some tunes. Warrior

 

 

 

 

Men & Womens Health

Have You Ever Given Yourself A Shot? I Gave Myself The First Of Many Today

 

 

 

Lyme Meds

This hurdle has been on my mind for days. I’m not afraid of needles, it’s the thought of drawing the med out of bottle then injecting into my stomach. I cleared the hurdle with room to spare. I was diagnosed with Lyme Disease last week, it’s been a whirlwind of new meds, supplements and schedules. I will post more after I adjust to the meds, right now I’m so out of it. I also plan to document the long journey. If one person avoids this crippling disease, every post and struggle is worth it. For all of you who pray, please pray for me. I’m in extreme pain and the journey is long. Thank you.

Warrior

Survivor

Memories of Childhood Abuse Flood To The Surface Discussing Domestic Violence

Two of my blogging sister’s are going through a very rough time with their ex’s. Memories flood in of my childhood as a pawn for my mother. I thought I had a good understanding of Domestic Violence, I was wrong. My stepfather beat my mother almost daily, constant verbal abuse which would cause her emotional abuse. What really hit home is how the abuse of a parent trickles down to the kids. I thought the memories of my mother were in the past. I never looked at myself as living in a house with Domestic Violence. I’m blinded with hatred towards my mother for abusing me. These emotions come to the surface yet there is no sympathy for her. The realization my friends are going through the same difficulties is blinding. I was the pawn, not the mother watching her children in agony with no recourse. I have felt anger and cried so many tears for my friends. I see their pain and remember what it was like for me as a child. I’ve gone from crying to full caregiver mode, wanting to help. I’m so emotionally involved wanting to help anyway possible. As you can see from a conversation with one of my friends, I’ve gone overboard. Looking at what they are facing with the ex, I saw for the first time I was a pawn in my mother’s game. I lived in a home with Domestic Violence. Another form of abuse inflicted on me by my mother. The blessing is I am capable of feeling deep emotions for my friends. I don’t feel pain for me, all of my thoughts are for them and their kids. I’ve either resolved the abuse at the hands of my mother or can no longer look at the pain. Only God knows. I’ve known people with an abusive past , they were cold, hardened, unable to feel any emotion. I am so happy that is not me. I am not just a survivor I’m thriving. I would love to hear your thought’s.

ME:

Keep an open dialog going with the kids, keep a journal of the changes they show with dates. I know this is eating at you and rightly so. He has already crossed the line of what’s appropriate. Why would XXXX want to sleep in her clothes suddenly? It does raise flags.Will he take another step. I pray not. Try to set specific rules on calling times while their gone and the consequences if they do not call, answer your call or text. You could even outline a small agenda for the kids, that way you don’t have to listen or be yelled at by the dad. Did you find out why XXXX didn’t want his grandmother to know he lied? They are young and under a lot of stress, it’s never to early to teach kids their actions have consequences. We had rules on how to act from the time we were small kids. One idea is after they get back and chill, take each kid to do something fun. Ice cream in the park then relax feeding ducks, you know how to ask questions without asking questions. Do this with both kids and see what comes out of their mouth when off guard down. If the dad has polluted their mind, using as pawns, think about your parents or one parent do the same, see what happens. The dad is a selfish monster. I have no doubt you will have to take him back to court someday. Think about a child counselor for each at a later date. If you can find a decent ass lawyer, having statements from a Therapist will throw his game off. I believe the only way he will stop abusing you and the kids is for him to see you’ve grown some balls. Stay ahead of him and strike like a python. You might look at what books are available that captures his personality disorder, custody, what to look for and possible suggestions on what or how to approach it. Maybe hide some notes with nice sayings in their clothes, little reminders that you love them. Maybe a small trinket that could keep them busy, making sure kids bring it home to show you what they’ve learned. That may discourage dad from keeping all the toys. As you can tell I’m thinking of everything I can for you and the kids. My life dream would come true if a child never had to endure abuse. It fuck’s up your life, it took a miracle for me to stay sane. I’m thinking of you and wished I could help. The what if’s bring up memories I would not wish on anyone. I’ll look for some resources this week. I’m thinking about you, let me know how I can help.

XX:

…you hit the nail on the head about the “what ifs?” I think that being an older parent, I’ve seen and experienced more to learn from than when I was in my 20′s raising the older two. We’ve done some phone call role-playing, so this visit we’ll try again for a short, sweet conversation while they’re with the dad. The summer has provided the dad with way more contact with me than I wanted to deal with. I so share your dream that children not have to silently endure any abuse! It sickens me to see, knowing what he is capable of…it has been a tough summer for all, interspersed with some rock in’ fun times.

ME:

I rarely feel the warmth of tears. I’ve cried many times the past two weeks in pain for you & XX. I cried this morning and tried to analyze my emotions. My own abuse, being a pawn, came to the surface as anger. Lots of anger. I’m sure being older has been a blessing dealing with this. I hope none of my comments have not upset you, everything said is out of love and concern. :)
I’m pushing down my emotions so I can get five lbs. of paperwork done for tomorrow.

Warrior

Survivor

100 days in captivity

I am Blaq

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Yesterday marked the 100th day in captivity for the school girls abducted from Chibok, Borno State, Nigeria. I can’t believe it’s been that long. We tend to forget or lose track of these things especially when there are more buffeting and immediate problems.

Three days ago, there was a total of 4 bombings in the country – two in Kaduna, one each in Borno and Yobe I think, killing almost a hundred people and injuring scores others. Two days ago there was another in Kano state. There was probably another somewhere yesterday. I didn’t comb through the news.

There hasn’t been one incident free week in Nigeria since the abduction of these girls. But that does not excuse relegating these girls to the background.

The President had a closed door meeting with the abducted girls’ parents. I do not know the outcome. A while back I heard all the girls…

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Survivor

Danny Nickerson, the Boy with an Inoperable Brain Tumor, Receives THOUSANDS of Birthday cards

Kindness Blog

Further to the 5-year-old with Terminal Cancer Just Wants Some Mail. Let’s Overflow his P.O. box… post from a few days ago, we are absolutely delighted to see that young Danny Nickerson has received so many cards from well-wishers all over the world.

All Danny of Foxboro, Mass., wanted for his sixth birthday, this Friday, was cards. So far, the little boy with an inoperable brain tumor has received thousands upon thousands.

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The family has been tracking the influx of packages on its Facebook page Danny’s Warriors.

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“Todays total rough count was a little over 8,500 cards and 900 packages!!! We filled the uhaul completely up! And then filled 3 cars too!” the family posted on Facebook this week.

“We are in awe of all of this, we are speechless and dont have enough words to explain how thankful we are for everyone of you! And all the love…

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Fun · Moving Forward

Brain Fart Friday: Warrior Eats Crow With Aerosmith & Rolling Stones

You know you’re getting old when you have no clue what day it is. We’re having Throwback Thursday!

I can’t give you Satisfaction by the Stones, think you’ll like my choice. Windows is foreign after all these years. You’re worth every word I said while working on post. I was born with a Rock Star in my head, better than marbles. I fell in love with Train Kept a Rollin’ at 12 years old. I would lay on the couch watching The Midnight Special letting the music soak in. Music is a trusted friend who always knows how to please. The Stones are older than dirt, Mick still dances badly and Keith has zero brain cells left. I saw The Rolling Stones at Wembley Stadium in 1990. It was a trip, 70,000 people single file, no assigned seats and calming walked in. As they started playing this song I was making my way to front stage. The crowd parted, passing me a joint like the old days. A great memory for the concert memory bank. I would love to hear your favorite concert memories. Watching the video brings back good memories with my friend Jackie. Both bands that stand the test of time. Now kick back, close your eye’s and remember the first time you heard the songs. 

Warrior

 

 

Fun · Moving Forward

Brain Fart Friday: Warrior Eats Crow With Aerosmith & Rolling Stones

You know you’re getting old when you have no clue what day it is. We’re having Throwback Thursday!

I can’t give you Satisfaction by the Stones, think you’ll like my choice. Windows is foreign after all these years. You’re worth every word I said while working on post. I was born with a Rock Star in my head, better than marbles. I fell in love with Train Kept a Rollin’ at 12 years old. I would lay on the couch watching The Midnight Special letting the music soak in. Music is a trusted friend who always knows how to please. The Stones are older than dirt, Mick still dances badly and Keith has zero brain cells left. I saw The Rolling Stones at Wembley Stadium in 1990. It was a trip, 70,000 people single file, no assigned seats and calming walked in. As they started playing this song I was making my way to front stage. The crowd parted, passing me a joint like the old days. A great memory for the concert memory bank. I would love to hear your favorite concert memories. Watching the video brings back good memories with my friend Jackie. Both bands that stand the test of time. Now kick back, close your eye’s and remember the first time you heard the songs. 

Warrior

 

 

Survivor

Throwback Thursday with Warrior is Brain Fart Friday This Week :)

I have lost it or something is up with computer. Trying to paste two videos has taken over an hour and still not working. I hate to work on my husbands Windows machine but you are worth it. If for any reason not completed today, come back tomorrow for Brain Fart Friday. Close you eyes and think about a young band called The Rolling Stones. They are on stage now jamming to Can’t Get No Satisfaction for your entertainment.  Thanks. 

Warrior

 

 

 

Fun · Survivor

5-year-old with Terminal Cancer Just Wants Some Mail. Let’s Overflow his P.O. box…

Let’s make this young boy’s birthday extra special. I believe miracles can happen. Warrior

Kindness Blog

Danny Nickerson is 5 years old, but not for long. He’s very excited to become a big 6-year-old this Friday. As happy as this birthday will be, however, it will be hard, too.

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Danny has a virtually unbeatable cancer. Doctors have told his family that less than 10 percent of kids diagnosed with his type live longer than 18 months.

So the upcoming celebration will be an emotional day filled with far more highs and lows than a typical 6-year-old’s birthday. And what is he hoping to get for this extraordinary birthday?

Cards.

He loves getting mail.

His mom says,

“He can recognize his name now. When he saw his name on the package from magical fairies on Easter, he was so happy.”

Since Easter, though, packages have slowed down. But now, for his birthday, it’s time to make sure he gets all the cards he could possibly want to read.

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Men & Womens Health

Wrong Turn Lands U.S.M.C. Sgt. Andrew Tahmooressi in Mexican Federal Prison

Change.org Petition Update

Here is the link to sign the petition at Change.org   https://www.change.org/petitions/release-u-s-m-c-sgt-tahmooressi-imprisoned-in-mexico

Petitioning John Kerry (Secretary of State)

Release U.S.M.C. Sgt. Tahmooressi imprisoned in Mexico

Petition by Jill Tahmooressi

My son Andrew Tahmooressi is a Marine veteran fighting for his life and freedom in a Mexico jail after being wrongfully imprisoned for over a month after he accidentally crossed the border with three legal US purchased firearms in his truck.

Andrew suffers from PTSD and had just traveled from Florida to San Diego to seek V.A. evaluation where he was diagnosed in March and started his treatment plan. He had all of his belongs in his car with him, including three firearms as he was searching housing and hoping to secure employment.

On March 31 he got lost while driving, made a wrong turn in the border town of San Ysidro, CA and within yards of that wrong turn, found himself approaching the Mexican Customs lane with no obvious way to turn around. Stopping, he states immediately, “I got lost, made a wrong turn. I do not want to be here. May I go back to the border (USA)? I have 3 weapons in my vehicle.”

Instead he was arrested and imprisoned on weapons charges even though the ATF traced the firearms back to him within days.

Andrew’s tours took place in (2010 & 2012) Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF) Marine, and he is a Reservist until 8/24/2016 in the Individual Ready Reserve. His experiences left him with PTSD and this situation is making things so much worse. Since in prison, his life has been threatened, he sustained a neck laceration and has been restrained by handcuffs to bed for 35 days.

Our family is calling on Mexico’s Attorney General to realize a mistake has been made and release Andrew immediately. So far more than 21 members of Congress have called for my son’s release. Officials here in the U.S., including Secretary John Kerry and President Obama should join these calls so this veteran can be reunited with his family.

If you would like to watch a video message from his mother use link:   http://andrewfreedomfund.com   

Our military men & women deserve all the support Americans can give. This petition needs to land on Obama’s desk, let’s see if he can secure the release of Andrew. If you haven’t signed the petition, please do. If you have financial resources no matter how small please consider donating to help pay legal fees. Andrew served two tours for our country, he suffers the invisible scars of PTSD. No one deserves the treatment he is receiving. Here is our chance to support the fight for Andrew’s release.

Warrior