Just on the news: an intoxicated woman stumbled and fell onto the subway tracks.
Other passengers on the platform waved frantically and caught the attention of the operator of the oncoming train, who managed to stop the train in time.
Lesson: STOP DRINKING YOU DUMB LUSH!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
People are indeed NUTS! especially Joan W.
a 42 year old man goes to his former middle school and holds the principal hostage.
Newsflash: you are 42 years old! You got a beef against your MIDDLE SCHOOL PRINCIPAL?
GROW THE F UP!
Same goes to JMW/DMS
Stop whining about stuff that happened 50 years ago when you were a baby.
NONE of us had a say in how we grew up.
NO CHILD ON THIS PLANET has a say in how they are raised.
YOU are not that important.
Stop punishing everyone around for the fact that your mother died when you were an infant.
Stop punishing everyone around for the fact that you got adopted.
You were not lied to. So you had a birth family that you didn't know. Big fuking deal.
DEAL WITH IT!
I could never have kids: Do you see me whining about it every fuking day? NO! I deal with it.
I miss my son. Yes, I mourn him. BUT LIFE GOES ON AND I GO TO WORK EVERYDAY AND LIVE MY LIFE.
Lesson for JMW/DMS: SHUT THE HELL UP, GET A JOB, GET A LIFE.
And when someone calls you about a death in the family: don't yell your hateful hatefilled disgusting crap at them.
LEARN RESPECT AND MANNERS. AND SHUT THE F UP.
take your fuking meds. If you don't have any, GET SOME!
YOU NEED A PSYCH CONSULT!!!
Newsflash: you are 42 years old! You got a beef against your MIDDLE SCHOOL PRINCIPAL?
GROW THE F UP!
Same goes to JMW/DMS
Stop whining about stuff that happened 50 years ago when you were a baby.
NONE of us had a say in how we grew up.
NO CHILD ON THIS PLANET has a say in how they are raised.
YOU are not that important.
Stop punishing everyone around for the fact that your mother died when you were an infant.
Stop punishing everyone around for the fact that you got adopted.
You were not lied to. So you had a birth family that you didn't know. Big fuking deal.
DEAL WITH IT!
I could never have kids: Do you see me whining about it every fuking day? NO! I deal with it.
I miss my son. Yes, I mourn him. BUT LIFE GOES ON AND I GO TO WORK EVERYDAY AND LIVE MY LIFE.
Lesson for JMW/DMS: SHUT THE HELL UP, GET A JOB, GET A LIFE.
And when someone calls you about a death in the family: don't yell your hateful hatefilled disgusting crap at them.
LEARN RESPECT AND MANNERS. AND SHUT THE F UP.
take your fuking meds. If you don't have any, GET SOME!
YOU NEED A PSYCH CONSULT!!!
Monday, October 26, 2009
People are just plain crazy!
So early Sunday morning, a couple who were on their way to their car had the unfortunate occurance of a car barreling down on them. The man, in a selfless act of love, pushed the woman out of the way, but was struck and killed.
The driver, a 28 year old woman, was drunk. She pleaded with the judge today for mercy, to let her out on bail because she needs to find an attorney, and she has 4 kids.
Bitch, you should have thought of those kids before you got yourself drunk!
When you have kids, your first thought should be of THEM, not for YOU to go out and have a good time.
stupid bitch.
The driver, a 28 year old woman, was drunk. She pleaded with the judge today for mercy, to let her out on bail because she needs to find an attorney, and she has 4 kids.
Bitch, you should have thought of those kids before you got yourself drunk!
When you have kids, your first thought should be of THEM, not for YOU to go out and have a good time.
stupid bitch.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Just who the hell am I, you may ask.
I am Ruth Sippel Pace. There is nothing simple and plain about me. I am very complicated. I am interested in many things, from art to music, dance, reading, writing, science, science fiction, fantasy, poetry, nature, gardening, home renovating, interior decorating, politics, outer space, and inner space. I am the head of a local Star Trek fan group, the USS Ari, and publish a bi-monthly newsletter for our club. I am a Neo-Pagan and Wiccan, and study the many different aspects of my new religion. These include crystals, herbalism, natural healing, Astrology, Tarot, Astral Projection and other topics. I have been studying the occult and metaphysics from the age of 14.
I am a complex person. I love the beauty of nature. I can be at peace in the moonlight, and still enjoy the majesty of a thunderstorm. I am quick to anger, but knowing this, I keep a lot to myself. I always try to give the benefit of the doubt to someone who has "stepped on my toes." So I sit back and analyze the situation. If the behavior is repeated, I will still give that person a chance. But if I see that I am being made a fool of, or taken advantage of, I assert myself. 9 times out of 10, the person backs off. But if they don't and they continue to step on my toes, or start trouble with me: Watch Out! Since I am a peaceful person, I will not start trouble. But if someone starts with me, I will finish it. Abusive people tend to think my peaceful nature is a sign of weakness. Not so.
My astrological sign is Leo, so that makes me a lioness, one of the most ferocious on the planet. I will fight tooth and claw (figuratively, and if necessary, literally) to protect me and mine.
I am a cat person. I love all felines. But I have, on occasion, had canine friends. In the 1990's, one of my furbabies, was a beautiful and affectionate Siberian Husky, who watched over me and my husband, our home, and our feline babies.
Since 1972, I have been employed with a major metropolitan general hospital as a nurse's aide. During my years there, I have worked on just about every nursing unit and service, including 4 years in the Medical Intestive Care Unit, 2 years in the Respiratory Care Unit, 5 years in the Hospice Unit, 5 years on the GYN unit and since the year 2000, I have worked in the Renal (kidney) Transplant unit. I did train as a labor union steward, but declined the job. But my experience in that makes me sought out by many of my colleagues (registerd nurses included) for help and advice in union matters, union contract intrepretations, and help in hospital policy and procedure matters.
I have always had great empathy and compassion for my patients. I have held the hands of those who were approaching death, and have prayed out loud, as they took their last breath. I have comforted the families of the dying patients as well. In my current position on the transplant unit, I have rejoiced with my patients when a suitable matching organ is found and have been saddened when a much anticpated organ proves to be not viable.
In 1985, I suffered a miscarriage, after several years of trying to concieve. I was devasted. But after some counseling, I accepted my loss and got on with my life. While I was on the GYN unit, I encountered mothers who lost their little ones through miscarriage. I comforted them as only another woman who lost her child could. I held them as they cried, and tried to ease their pain, if only a little bit. I will never forget the look of gratitude in their eyes, as if they were saying, "She understands." And I did. For just as I can never understand the pains and joys of childbirth, anyone who has never suffered the loss of a baby, can not understand the pain of that loss.
I am a former professional Middle East "belly" dancer, having studied under Nadia Gamal and Ya Shara, and attended workshops given by Dahlena, the late Ibrahim "Bobby" Farrah, The Sultans, and others. I served on the board of directors of The Beledi Club, an organization of Middle East dancers, and helped organize and performed in our annual Fashion and Dance Shows, and our annual Dinner Dance Shows. I was a member of Troupe Arabesque, a Middle Eastern dance troup that specialized in folkloric dances, as well as the "traditional" popular belly dance. As most of our costumes were handmade, I learned how to do this as well.
Some of the venues that I have danced at, both solo and with Troupe Arabesque, were at the Buffalo Ethnic Heritage Festival; The Friendship Festival (celebrating the friendship between Buffalo and her Canadian sister-city, Fort Erie, Ontario); First Night Buffalo, an annual New Years Eve Family Festival); The Festival of Lights (a three week festival of activities celebrating the December Holiday Season, held in Niagara Falls, NY).I, and Troupe Arabesque have also put on shows for patients at various nursing homes, retirement homes and our local Veteran's Administration Hospital. We even put on a show for a Girl Scout troop mother-daughter event, where they requested "no skin." (Alluding to the most popular and famous "belly dance" outfit). We complied with their request, wearing full folkloric costumes and everyone was delighted and pleased with our performance.
One retirement home's residents and staff were so impressed with our show, that in the spring of 2009, I happened to work with a nurse who worked there. He was doing some moonlighting at our hospital. He said he wasn't working there when we performed there (1988), but he heard about it. Twenty-one years later, and Troupe Arabesque is still getting good reviews
I am a complex person. I love the beauty of nature. I can be at peace in the moonlight, and still enjoy the majesty of a thunderstorm. I am quick to anger, but knowing this, I keep a lot to myself. I always try to give the benefit of the doubt to someone who has "stepped on my toes." So I sit back and analyze the situation. If the behavior is repeated, I will still give that person a chance. But if I see that I am being made a fool of, or taken advantage of, I assert myself. 9 times out of 10, the person backs off. But if they don't and they continue to step on my toes, or start trouble with me: Watch Out! Since I am a peaceful person, I will not start trouble. But if someone starts with me, I will finish it. Abusive people tend to think my peaceful nature is a sign of weakness. Not so.
My astrological sign is Leo, so that makes me a lioness, one of the most ferocious on the planet. I will fight tooth and claw (figuratively, and if necessary, literally) to protect me and mine.
I am a cat person. I love all felines. But I have, on occasion, had canine friends. In the 1990's, one of my furbabies, was a beautiful and affectionate Siberian Husky, who watched over me and my husband, our home, and our feline babies.
Since 1972, I have been employed with a major metropolitan general hospital as a nurse's aide. During my years there, I have worked on just about every nursing unit and service, including 4 years in the Medical Intestive Care Unit, 2 years in the Respiratory Care Unit, 5 years in the Hospice Unit, 5 years on the GYN unit and since the year 2000, I have worked in the Renal (kidney) Transplant unit. I did train as a labor union steward, but declined the job. But my experience in that makes me sought out by many of my colleagues (registerd nurses included) for help and advice in union matters, union contract intrepretations, and help in hospital policy and procedure matters.
I have always had great empathy and compassion for my patients. I have held the hands of those who were approaching death, and have prayed out loud, as they took their last breath. I have comforted the families of the dying patients as well. In my current position on the transplant unit, I have rejoiced with my patients when a suitable matching organ is found and have been saddened when a much anticpated organ proves to be not viable.
In 1985, I suffered a miscarriage, after several years of trying to concieve. I was devasted. But after some counseling, I accepted my loss and got on with my life. While I was on the GYN unit, I encountered mothers who lost their little ones through miscarriage. I comforted them as only another woman who lost her child could. I held them as they cried, and tried to ease their pain, if only a little bit. I will never forget the look of gratitude in their eyes, as if they were saying, "She understands." And I did. For just as I can never understand the pains and joys of childbirth, anyone who has never suffered the loss of a baby, can not understand the pain of that loss.
I am a former professional Middle East "belly" dancer, having studied under Nadia Gamal and Ya Shara, and attended workshops given by Dahlena, the late Ibrahim "Bobby" Farrah, The Sultans, and others. I served on the board of directors of The Beledi Club, an organization of Middle East dancers, and helped organize and performed in our annual Fashion and Dance Shows, and our annual Dinner Dance Shows. I was a member of Troupe Arabesque, a Middle Eastern dance troup that specialized in folkloric dances, as well as the "traditional" popular belly dance. As most of our costumes were handmade, I learned how to do this as well.
Some of the venues that I have danced at, both solo and with Troupe Arabesque, were at the Buffalo Ethnic Heritage Festival; The Friendship Festival (celebrating the friendship between Buffalo and her Canadian sister-city, Fort Erie, Ontario); First Night Buffalo, an annual New Years Eve Family Festival); The Festival of Lights (a three week festival of activities celebrating the December Holiday Season, held in Niagara Falls, NY).I, and Troupe Arabesque have also put on shows for patients at various nursing homes, retirement homes and our local Veteran's Administration Hospital. We even put on a show for a Girl Scout troop mother-daughter event, where they requested "no skin." (Alluding to the most popular and famous "belly dance" outfit). We complied with their request, wearing full folkloric costumes and everyone was delighted and pleased with our performance.
One retirement home's residents and staff were so impressed with our show, that in the spring of 2009, I happened to work with a nurse who worked there. He was doing some moonlighting at our hospital. He said he wasn't working there when we performed there (1988), but he heard about it. Twenty-one years later, and Troupe Arabesque is still getting good reviews
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Dealing with people you dislike
This was my response to a topic on a forum I belong to - Earth Based Spirituality
It certainly is a challenge to deal with rude and abusive persons, be they customers (in my case, patients), or co-workers. Or even a rude neighbor. I have always followed the "3 strikes" rule. If somebody crabs at me the first time, I give them the benefit of the doubt. We are all human, and we have all gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. If it happens a second time, I still don't say anything, but I do watch them. If it happens a third time, and if it is appropriate, I will speak up (positve assertiveness) and ask if there is something I have done to make them speak to me so rudely. 9 times out of 10, the person backs off, and we continue peacefully. But there will always be that last person who is an a-hole. And depending on the circumstances, I deal with them as little as possible. I don't respond to their negativity, I ask them to stop, and then I just walk away. I may say hello to them as our shift begins, but I don't really interact with them.I follow that line from Desiderata: "Avoid loud and aggresive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit."
If the person is a co-worker and steps over the line, I may choose to pursue a hostile work environment complaint with my manager and/or human resources.I may choose not to let their negativity affect me, but I won't tolerate continued rudeness, especially after I asked them to stop.Rude neighbors are a difficult bunch. In the inner city, where I live, asking them to stop a certain behavior (loud noise, trespassing, etc) can lead to them going out their way to step it up, just to annoy you. There are a lot of a-holes out there.
It certainly is a challenge to deal with rude and abusive persons, be they customers (in my case, patients), or co-workers. Or even a rude neighbor. I have always followed the "3 strikes" rule. If somebody crabs at me the first time, I give them the benefit of the doubt. We are all human, and we have all gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. If it happens a second time, I still don't say anything, but I do watch them. If it happens a third time, and if it is appropriate, I will speak up (positve assertiveness) and ask if there is something I have done to make them speak to me so rudely. 9 times out of 10, the person backs off, and we continue peacefully. But there will always be that last person who is an a-hole. And depending on the circumstances, I deal with them as little as possible. I don't respond to their negativity, I ask them to stop, and then I just walk away. I may say hello to them as our shift begins, but I don't really interact with them.I follow that line from Desiderata: "Avoid loud and aggresive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit."
If the person is a co-worker and steps over the line, I may choose to pursue a hostile work environment complaint with my manager and/or human resources.I may choose not to let their negativity affect me, but I won't tolerate continued rudeness, especially after I asked them to stop.Rude neighbors are a difficult bunch. In the inner city, where I live, asking them to stop a certain behavior (loud noise, trespassing, etc) can lead to them going out their way to step it up, just to annoy you. There are a lot of a-holes out there.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
ONE SHOULD EXAMINE ONESELF FOR A VERY LONG TIME BEFORE CONDEMNING OTHERS
ONE SHOULD EXAMINE ONESELF FOR A VERY LONG TIME BEFORE CONDEMNING OTHERS.
Nobody is harassing you, baiting you, gossiping about you. (you really are not that important you know, lol). YOU are doing the harassing, the baiting, the gossiping and the lying. YOU are the one who who began to put our family matters on the internet.
"It appears that family members are baiting me, accusing me of using religion as a weapon. Thier personal digs are deleated and no further contact will be accepted. This blog’s purpose is for adoption reform, not for family discussions and attacks from you to me. I have tried to defend myself from this harassment and you are still at it. Go away.
I have made my points clear. This is an adoption activist blog."
oh really? You are accusing family members of using religion as a weapon? Wasn't it YOU who put down "Pagans" and their values, knowing full well 2 of your sisters are Pagans. (September 2008).
Your blog (and your SELF-PUBLISHED book) is not for adoption reform, it is to put out YOUR twisted version of the truth.
YOU are the one who should go away.
As for baiting, YOU were the one who blogged "to the three Sippel sisters."
Leaving blog posts like that was baiting us, NOT furthering the cause of adoption reform.
As usual, YOU want YOUR say, but silence and censor US.
and speaking of lies, you say in your blog that your biological father is upset with you because you are no longer a Catholic. This makes no sense, since he himself is no longer a Catholic, but a Greek Orthodox. Why don't you tell your blog readers the REAL reason he is upset: because you came to him WHINING again about your lack of money and he told you again, (as many of us have had in the past): GET OFF YOUR BUTT AND GET A JOB!!!!
Also that your book is only you taking advantage of a screwed up family situation and trying to make dollars off it.
snortle, and you can't even get the bucks together to get your SELF-PUBLISHED book published.
Hey novel idea!
GET A JOB AND EARN THE BUCKS TO GET YOUR SILLY ASS BOOK PUBLISHED.
oh, gee wow! did I make a boo-boo and tell little spoiled 53 year old going on 8 years old J to get a job!
oh, my goodness, slap me in my face. and yes, you have been blocked from my blog and email. nothing you have to say is of any importance. Since all it ever is, is a bunch of lies, and it comes from a demented person, all I can say is: thanks for the laughs. It's been fun. lol.
Nobody is harassing you, baiting you, gossiping about you. (you really are not that important you know, lol). YOU are doing the harassing, the baiting, the gossiping and the lying. YOU are the one who who began to put our family matters on the internet.
"It appears that family members are baiting me, accusing me of using religion as a weapon. Thier personal digs are deleated and no further contact will be accepted. This blog’s purpose is for adoption reform, not for family discussions and attacks from you to me. I have tried to defend myself from this harassment and you are still at it. Go away.
I have made my points clear. This is an adoption activist blog."
oh really? You are accusing family members of using religion as a weapon? Wasn't it YOU who put down "Pagans" and their values, knowing full well 2 of your sisters are Pagans. (September 2008).
Your blog (and your SELF-PUBLISHED book) is not for adoption reform, it is to put out YOUR twisted version of the truth.
YOU are the one who should go away.
As for baiting, YOU were the one who blogged "to the three Sippel sisters."
Leaving blog posts like that was baiting us, NOT furthering the cause of adoption reform.
As usual, YOU want YOUR say, but silence and censor US.
and speaking of lies, you say in your blog that your biological father is upset with you because you are no longer a Catholic. This makes no sense, since he himself is no longer a Catholic, but a Greek Orthodox. Why don't you tell your blog readers the REAL reason he is upset: because you came to him WHINING again about your lack of money and he told you again, (as many of us have had in the past): GET OFF YOUR BUTT AND GET A JOB!!!!
Also that your book is only you taking advantage of a screwed up family situation and trying to make dollars off it.
snortle, and you can't even get the bucks together to get your SELF-PUBLISHED book published.
Hey novel idea!
GET A JOB AND EARN THE BUCKS TO GET YOUR SILLY ASS BOOK PUBLISHED.
oh, gee wow! did I make a boo-boo and tell little spoiled 53 year old going on 8 years old J to get a job!
oh, my goodness, slap me in my face. and yes, you have been blocked from my blog and email. nothing you have to say is of any importance. Since all it ever is, is a bunch of lies, and it comes from a demented person, all I can say is: thanks for the laughs. It's been fun. lol.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Lies
so, on Sept 26, a certain person decided to write a blog about lying. And gossip. Never admiting as to how much she herself is a liar, a gossiper, a thief and a troublemaker.
She just doesn't get it. And I guess she never will.
She continuously whines about how people lied to her, her whole life through. She continuously "wonders" why her birth siblings want nothing to do with her. She talks about forgiveness. Does she want me to forgive her? For stealing from me. For trying to get me fired from my place of employment. For trying to break me and my fiance up? For writing to the mayor of Buffalo and telling him MY private life story? For writing a big fat LIE about my fiance getting the next door neighbor pregnant and they had a little girl in 1994? lol. lol .lol. First of all, the house was vacant in 1994. Second, the only two babies born in that house 1987 - 1992 were boys. DJ, and Jesse. The house on the other side, well, she had only a teenage handicapped boy. Never saw a little baby girl over there either. So who is the LIAR? The person who gets on the internet and decides to preach about lying!
Then this hypocrite wants US to respect HER privacy. Where was her respect for ME? Where was her respect for my two older sisters?
In all her blogs and all her writing, she continuously whines about lies. She has never once mentioned the word RESPECT. This is because she does not know what the word means.
RESPECT means, if you know that a person does not agree with you, DROP IT! Her blog mentions that she has fought for 35 years with the woman who adopted her. She wants that woman to change her mind. Change her mind to HER way of thinking. What about RESPECT for that old woman? mmmm? What about just plain acknowledging that she and you will never agree on the subject and just plain DROP IT!
RESPECT means, if you have a joint checking account with someone for a particular reason, you do not dip into it for hamburgers at the mall or to fix your car. This is called STEALING!
RESPECT means, when that person you stole from gets rightfully angry, you do not turn the tables on them and cause all kinds of trouble.
RESPECT means, not going on the internet and accuse the people YOU wronged of not having morals and values.
RESPECT means, that you ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCE OF YOUR OWN ACTIONS.
You drove us all away with your lying, your stealing, your meddling.
You always twist everything around. You say I hate the word adoption. Not so. I only hate the way your obsession with adoption has destroyed any respect I ever had for you.
She also posts:
"the wrongs that were perpetrated upon her (her adoptive mother) by my siblings, were never rectified. My adoptive mother was hurt by the actions of several of my siblings (who are not her children), but not a single one of them has ever made a formal attempt to apologize to her and to ask forgiveness. My adoptive mother to this day is affraid of my siblings. And she knows I defend her on this."
What wrongs? What was done? oh yes, she was notified by me and my oldest sister (two, not several of your siblings), she was notified of YOUR behaviors. Maybe that's what's she afraid of.
So why should we apologize? What did we do? Except stand up for OUR rights, and see if YOUR adoptive mother could intercede on our behalf to get YOU to stop YOUR crimes. Yes, crimes. Calling someone's place of employment repeatedly for six months trying to get them fired is legal harassment. The courts would not be bothered, because it was a "family issue" as far as they were concerned. But someone suggested Family Court to me, and lo and behold, a court finally stepped in and PRONOUNCED JUDGEMENT ON YOU AND ORDERED YOU TO STOP YOUR CRIMES.
You want a formal apology? Have you ever formally apologized for stealing close to $900.00 from me? Have you ever tried to pay it back? oh yeah, 30 bucks. Then repeated "promises" which were continually broken. Have you ever formally apologized for calling child abuse on yourself for the sole purpose of getting me in trouble? Posing as me, giving Albany MY name, naming my fiance as a sexual molestor of you child. 2 investigators from the district attorneys came to my house to question me. They told me, "We know you made the call." I was terrified I would go to jail. I never called child abuse on you. I'm not going to make a prank child abuse call and give out my real name. And why would I label my fiance as a child abuser.
If you go to my other blog: Remi's Ramblings - A story of false accusation of child abuse, (link on the right hand side of this page) you will see the detailed the story of how my former best friend falsely accused my husband, of molesting her child. And how I stood fast by him. And defended him. My husband is NOT a child abuser. The mother of the child, my former best friend, was an alcoholic and a liar. Like you.
I did not call child abuse on you. I never called child abuse on you. I believe YOU made the call yourself. Why? To get my husband, (then fiance) to break up with me. You said it yourself - in a letter to a relative: "Ruth really tripped up this time. Just wait 'til the report comes in from Albany and I show it to John. He will leave her."
I did not "trip up" because I did nothing to "trip up" over. But YOU did. You overplayed your hand. And your guilt is all over your statement: "Just wait ... and I show it to John." and "he will leave her."
And how about the letters YOU wrote to him, and sent them to his mother's house? So you are angry because a couple of letters were sent to your mom, and you squawk about them, but what about the letters YOU sent to my mother-in-law?
Why don't you tell your blog readers about how my brother in law got on the phone and cussed you out and told you to leave his mother alone?
As usual, YOU can make all the phone calls and write all the letters YOU want, but nobody else can.
And just why were YOU writing to my mother in law? Tell your blog readers why: the sole purpose of breaking up me and my husband.
How about a formal apology from you for that? mmmm? You write about the "pain" you and your adoptive mother went through? What about the pain YOU caused other people?
Where is YOUR formal apology for writing me a letter and lying and saying my husband got the next door neighbor pregnant?
So where IS your formal apology? yeah, I knew it. You can't. Because deep down in your black heart, you know yourself for what you are: a lousy hypocrite. and LIAR! So go ahead, preach again about lying. BAH!
Morals? Values? You don't know the meaning of those words kiddo.
She just doesn't get it. And I guess she never will.
She continuously whines about how people lied to her, her whole life through. She continuously "wonders" why her birth siblings want nothing to do with her. She talks about forgiveness. Does she want me to forgive her? For stealing from me. For trying to get me fired from my place of employment. For trying to break me and my fiance up? For writing to the mayor of Buffalo and telling him MY private life story? For writing a big fat LIE about my fiance getting the next door neighbor pregnant and they had a little girl in 1994? lol. lol .lol. First of all, the house was vacant in 1994. Second, the only two babies born in that house 1987 - 1992 were boys. DJ, and Jesse. The house on the other side, well, she had only a teenage handicapped boy. Never saw a little baby girl over there either. So who is the LIAR? The person who gets on the internet and decides to preach about lying!
Then this hypocrite wants US to respect HER privacy. Where was her respect for ME? Where was her respect for my two older sisters?
In all her blogs and all her writing, she continuously whines about lies. She has never once mentioned the word RESPECT. This is because she does not know what the word means.
RESPECT means, if you know that a person does not agree with you, DROP IT! Her blog mentions that she has fought for 35 years with the woman who adopted her. She wants that woman to change her mind. Change her mind to HER way of thinking. What about RESPECT for that old woman? mmmm? What about just plain acknowledging that she and you will never agree on the subject and just plain DROP IT!
RESPECT means, if you have a joint checking account with someone for a particular reason, you do not dip into it for hamburgers at the mall or to fix your car. This is called STEALING!
RESPECT means, when that person you stole from gets rightfully angry, you do not turn the tables on them and cause all kinds of trouble.
RESPECT means, not going on the internet and accuse the people YOU wronged of not having morals and values.
RESPECT means, that you ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCE OF YOUR OWN ACTIONS.
You drove us all away with your lying, your stealing, your meddling.
You always twist everything around. You say I hate the word adoption. Not so. I only hate the way your obsession with adoption has destroyed any respect I ever had for you.
She also posts:
"the wrongs that were perpetrated upon her (her adoptive mother) by my siblings, were never rectified. My adoptive mother was hurt by the actions of several of my siblings (who are not her children), but not a single one of them has ever made a formal attempt to apologize to her and to ask forgiveness. My adoptive mother to this day is affraid of my siblings. And she knows I defend her on this."
What wrongs? What was done? oh yes, she was notified by me and my oldest sister (two, not several of your siblings), she was notified of YOUR behaviors. Maybe that's what's she afraid of.
So why should we apologize? What did we do? Except stand up for OUR rights, and see if YOUR adoptive mother could intercede on our behalf to get YOU to stop YOUR crimes. Yes, crimes. Calling someone's place of employment repeatedly for six months trying to get them fired is legal harassment. The courts would not be bothered, because it was a "family issue" as far as they were concerned. But someone suggested Family Court to me, and lo and behold, a court finally stepped in and PRONOUNCED JUDGEMENT ON YOU AND ORDERED YOU TO STOP YOUR CRIMES.
You want a formal apology? Have you ever formally apologized for stealing close to $900.00 from me? Have you ever tried to pay it back? oh yeah, 30 bucks. Then repeated "promises" which were continually broken. Have you ever formally apologized for calling child abuse on yourself for the sole purpose of getting me in trouble? Posing as me, giving Albany MY name, naming my fiance as a sexual molestor of you child. 2 investigators from the district attorneys came to my house to question me. They told me, "We know you made the call." I was terrified I would go to jail. I never called child abuse on you. I'm not going to make a prank child abuse call and give out my real name. And why would I label my fiance as a child abuser.
If you go to my other blog: Remi's Ramblings - A story of false accusation of child abuse, (link on the right hand side of this page) you will see the detailed the story of how my former best friend falsely accused my husband, of molesting her child. And how I stood fast by him. And defended him. My husband is NOT a child abuser. The mother of the child, my former best friend, was an alcoholic and a liar. Like you.
I did not call child abuse on you. I never called child abuse on you. I believe YOU made the call yourself. Why? To get my husband, (then fiance) to break up with me. You said it yourself - in a letter to a relative: "Ruth really tripped up this time. Just wait 'til the report comes in from Albany and I show it to John. He will leave her."
I did not "trip up" because I did nothing to "trip up" over. But YOU did. You overplayed your hand. And your guilt is all over your statement: "Just wait ... and I show it to John." and "he will leave her."
And how about the letters YOU wrote to him, and sent them to his mother's house? So you are angry because a couple of letters were sent to your mom, and you squawk about them, but what about the letters YOU sent to my mother-in-law?
Why don't you tell your blog readers about how my brother in law got on the phone and cussed you out and told you to leave his mother alone?
As usual, YOU can make all the phone calls and write all the letters YOU want, but nobody else can.
And just why were YOU writing to my mother in law? Tell your blog readers why: the sole purpose of breaking up me and my husband.
How about a formal apology from you for that? mmmm? You write about the "pain" you and your adoptive mother went through? What about the pain YOU caused other people?
Where is YOUR formal apology for writing me a letter and lying and saying my husband got the next door neighbor pregnant?
So where IS your formal apology? yeah, I knew it. You can't. Because deep down in your black heart, you know yourself for what you are: a lousy hypocrite. and LIAR! So go ahead, preach again about lying. BAH!
Morals? Values? You don't know the meaning of those words kiddo.
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