Even good people get tired of doing good for ungrateful people.

 

I was supportive to the exBFF for years. Went out of my way to help her. Used tons of MY time, and even some of my sick time from my job to help her.

She started being a pain in the ass. Little things at first. Then 3 incidents occurred.

1. Her car was in my name for her to get cheap insurance. I didn't have a car. She dropped the payment off in person one day - handed it to me and ran. A friend of hers was in the car and they took off. I had to take 2 buses to the credit union downtown behind City Hall to put the cash in my account to cover HER bill.

2. She had stolen some of my pain pills.

3. In a drunken phone call she let it out that her son's car was in her boyfriend's name. I called her a few days later and ascertained she was sober. I then reamed her out. I brought up how she couldn't be adult enough to pay the dam bill to keep MY name and credit clean. And if her son's car was in her boyfriend's name, HER car can be too.

I told her she had 30 days to get the car out of my name, or I would go to DMV and cancel the registration. She got the car out of my name in less than a week.

She had more problems after that. Health problems. I saw her at a funeral, and she had trouble walking. I did see her stumble a bit, her left foot dragging.

I DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE.

And years later, when she contacted me on instagram, saying she missed me and wanted to be friends again - I sent her packing.

Because even good people get tired of doing good for ungrateful people.

Coloring Yule Pages

 I didn't do much for Yule. Just busy with other things.

I did take time out to relax by coloring two pages from a Yule coloring book.

What does 'Grey Rock' mean in dealing with narcissists?

 

What does 'Grey Rock' mean in dealing with narcissists?

In theory, Grey Rock is a method that's supposed to force toxic people and abusive partners to seek drama elsewhere. It means to be as boring as a grey rock, which supposedly compels toxic people to find you so dull, that they cannot get their drama feed from you. 

I guess I went Grey Rock with my narc 'best friend' who I always knew was conceited and a bit over-bearing. She also had turned to drugs to cope with having been the victim of a violent crime. I hand delivered her to detox, at her request, but she stayed with the counseling for only a month.

Her drug use caused her to do inappropriate things - like leaving long rambling non-sensical messages on my facebook. When she butted in a fb conversation I was having with a couple of my cousins, she told us to 'shut the F up.'

I unfriended her, but didn't block her. (grey rock).

She had already been banned from my house for stealing pain pills, now I was slowly banning her all together.

Why? Because she was my best friend, and I loved her. I didn't want to lose her.

But the day after my father's funeral (I didn't tell her about it, she found out and called me) She trashed my father to me on the phone. 

A year went by and one night she calls my house leaving a message on my answering machine - nasty - asking why I took her off my facebook? She kept calling from 11pm to 2am. I mostly ignored her until I had enough and told her I was reporting her to the phone company.

The next day, she called my job with lies to get me fired.

She knew that was my narc sister's favorite way to stalk and harass me.

I wrote my exBFF a letter of intervention, telling her things the bestest of friends should do - told her truths she didn't want to hear. She took me to court for harassment!

And the judge - turned around and issued a one year order of protection to me - ordering me to stay away from her!

It was so unfair - but at least the final cord had been cut.

I saw all the mistakes I made using 'grey rock' although I didn't know it was called that.

Now I believe in NO CONTACT all the way.

And in March 2022, 10 years after we were in court, the exBFF contacted me on instagram - wanting to be friends with me. She misses me. She left me her phone number.

Yeah I called her - told her in no uncertain terms I wanted nothing to do with her. She has not contacted me since. She got the message. I'm not putting up that BS ever again.

 

Walk away from someone who treats you like shit

 

And after you walk away, don’t look back. Don’t ever let them back into your life because a snake will never change.

Cat in Heaven submitted by PO2 Tricia Fendt to The Ari Chronicles

 From 1999 to 2012 I was part of a local Star Trek fan club, called the USS Ari. We were part of the larger fan club, Starfleet International. Each chapter was a ‘starship’  and ours was the USS Ari NCC 1723.

When I first joined the Ari in 1999, it was headed by an old high school friend of mine, Michelene Biber. I started in the group as an ‘ensign’ and quickly rose to the rank of First Officer. (Michelene aka Michelle, was the captain). In 2005, when Michelle was too sick to continue her duties as commander, I assumed command of the Ari - with the permission of the other members. 

The Ari put out a bi-monthly newsletter, The Ari Chronicles, which Michelle and I worked on together with submissions from the other members.

The following is a submission by member Tricia Fendt for an issue of The Ari Chronicles. I don’t which issue it was from - I have all my copies of The Chronicles up in the attic. I only found this on a scrap piece of paper when I was going through papers last evening. 

Cat in Heaven -- submitted by PO2 Tricia Fendt 

A cat died and went to heaven. God met her at the gates and said, “You have been a good cat all these years. Anything you want is yours for the asking.” 

The cat thought for a minute and then said, “All my life I lived on a farm and slept on hard wooden floors. I would like a real fluffy pillow to sleep on.” 

God said, “Say no more.” Instantly the cat had a huge fluffy pillow. 

A few days later, six mice killed in an accident and they all went to Heaven together. God met the mice at the gates with the same offer that he made to the cat. 

The mice said “Well, we have had to run all of our lives; from cats, dogs, and even people with brooms! If we could just have some little roller skates, we would not have to run again.” God answered, “It is done.” All the mice had beautiful little roller skates. 

About a week later, God decided to check on the cat. He found her sound asleep on her fluffy pillow. God gently awakened the cat and asked, “Is everything okay? How have you been doing? Are you happy?” 

The cat replied, “Oh it is WONDERFUL. I have never been so happy in my life. The pillow is so fluffy, and those little Meals on Wheels you have been sending over are delicious!”

Song of the Day - August 13, 2024 - have some fun!

 

Those who violate my boundaries should not be surprised by my actions. I won't put up with anybody's crap.

 

Truth. I had boundaries in place. Both Joan/Doris and the FJM, the exBFF, violated those boundaries. 

But why was there the need for me to put boundaries in place? Common decency and respect for me shouldn't mean that I had to put boundaries in place. 

Joan/Doris lied to me continuously. Stole money from me. Refused to repay me. When I showed my legitimate reason to be angry over the situation, she blew up, went ballistic and began her campaign of hate and retribution towards me. 

The situation with the exBFF was a bit different, but she treated me like I was nothing. Just a piece of meat to be used and taken advantage of. Worthy of gross disrespect. Continuously using me, lying to me, then resorting to stealing pain pills from a bottle in my bathroom. I was already tired and worn out from battling Joan/Doris. I didn't want to go through it from another person, so I tried distancing myself from FJM. 

What was her response? Long rambling nonsense messages on facebook (fueled by drugs). A crazed phone call from her the day after my father's funeral, wherein she TRASHED my father. Both she and I had tenuous relationships with our fathers. I understood her feelings towards her father. And when he passed away in December 2002, I attended his funeral. I showed great respect towards the entire family. FJM was distraught over her father's passing, despite her rocky relationship with him. 

And the same for myself. I had an on-again, off-again estranged relationship with my father. But I also loved him. When we received the call that he passed away in the hospital, my husband and I went to the hospital to join my family in his room to say our farewells. He had already made his plans, and everything was set. My husband served as one of his pallbearers. 

Arrangements were made that Joan/Doris was to NOT be attendance at the funeral home while the family was there. She was told that she could come to see him after we left. This was due to her continuous gross disrespect to all of us. She did come, and brought her current boyfriend, who under her instructions, wrote a disgusting message of hate in my father's funeral guest book. - an eyewitness, and old friend of mine and my one sister from when we were teenagers - witnessed it and called us to alert us to it. We took care of the situation before our stepmother saw it. 

I had not called FJM to tell her that my father had died. She read about it in the newspaper the next day and called me. I told her what Joan/Doris and her boyfriend had done. FJM said that my father should never have given FJM up for adoption. Excuse me, but this was not the time to debate my father's past actions. And did that justify the desecration of his funeral book? I grew angry and told her it didn't matter if she was adopted or not, she had no right to get someone to do that. FJM began arguing with me. I hung up on her. 

So was I supposed to put a boundary beforehand?

um, so listen up -- when my father passes away, you will not call me up and debate his past actions with me. 

NO -- decent human beings understand that when a person is grieving, you do not find fault with or criticize the person they are grieving. I could have found fault with FJM's father. I could have brought those up to her while she was grieving. But I didn't. Because you just don't do that. -- But she did. And got the phone slammed down on her. 

She chose to get 'offended' and ramped up her dumbass comments on facebook. I unfriended her. Then she got ‘offended’ again, and calls me up one night demanding to know why I took her off my facebook page. I was like, what - are we in 6th grade? I didn’t want to talk to her, so I changed the greeting on my answering machine that told her to stop bothering me, stop calling me, that if she kept calling me I would report her to the phone company. 

She called again and listened to that message and apparently when another boundary was put in place (stop calling my house) she went ballistic. The next day, Sunday, she called my job, finagled someone to find out my immediate supervisor's name, and the next day, Monday, she called my manager and told her that I was printing out her medical records. 

This was a serious accusation. In violation of federal HPPA patient privacy laws. 

My employer investigated me. Guess what? They found me innocent. Firstly, because my computer signon info gave me limited access to patients. I could only access the charts of the patients that I was assigned to on my current workday. If a patient was assigned to me on one day, but not the next, that next day -- I couldn't access their chart. AND I was given access only to a certain part of their chart - I could not access their medical history. Since FJM was NEVER assigned to me - I had ZERO access to her chart. 

Furthermore, my employer could track EVERY KEYSTROKE I performed on the computer on my job. 

Why did FJM call my job with this accusation? Because she thought I would get fired. 

See, the same thing happened to her some years before. She was working at a different hospital and signed out xrays for her sister in law. When the sister in law realized what had happened, she made a complaint to the hospital. FJM got called down to HR. And instead of saying 'well, I signed out her xrays last year, because she asked me, so I did it again, cos she needed them for an upcoming doctor appointment, so I didn't know there would be a problem." she created a problem.

The HPPA laws were new - just put in place a couple of months before she signed out the xrays the second time. In my opinion, the sister in law shouldn't have made the complaint, but it was her decision and her right to do so. 

So, instead of FJM telling her employer she made a mistake - and probably would have just drawn a reprimand -- she went ballistic in the office. (She called me up and proudly told what she did). 

They threatened her with disciplinary action - job loss. Her attitude didn't help. She had stood up so fast and hard, the chair went flying - she was screaming that she would kick her sister in law's ass. She was told then, that she was indeed fired. Well, duh, when threatened with disciplinary action, the correct course would be to say ,’sorry, it won’t happen again.’ But nope, she chose another route.

She stormed out of the office. She went to her work station and grabbed her purse and personal belongings and left before hospital security got to her work station. 

Meanwhile, hospital officials were alarmed at her threat, and called Buffalo Police and the sister in law that a threat had been made. 

So instead of feeling remorse at what she did - or at least confusion over the newly instated patient privacy laws, she went ballistic and called me up and trashed her sister in law - who had 'caused her to lose her job.' - uh, no, T. didn't cause FJM to lose her job. All FJM had to do was say "well, I didn't realize that I couldn't do that. But since you say I shouldn't, it won't happen again." The person who caused FJM to lose her job was FJM herself. 

So fast forward to the time she called MY job to report me for violating patient privacy laws. As I explained above, my employer investigated me and found me innocent. I did not lose my job. But what is troubling is that seeing how violating the HPPA laws caused her to lose her job, that's what she wanted for me. WHY? Because I took her off my facebook page? 

I was friggin paying a mortgage. When this happened, in 2012, I had been at my job for 40 years - and racking up a good pension. Which when I retired in 2015, I began receiving. I am currently getting a very good monthly pension payment, along with my very good Social Security. By trying to get me fired in 2012, she jeopardized my pension, my home, and my future. 

Not that I was ever worried about that - why? BECAUSE I NEVER COMMITTED ANY COMPUTER FRAUD ON MY JOB - despite what FJM and Joan/Doris like to spread around and then call my job with lies to get me fired. 

Who the hell does that to other people? Vindictive, jealous little evil bitches - that's who. They look over at my life - a secure marriage with a good man. A homeowner, someone who had respect at her job - and they look at their own miserable failed lives - and instead of lifting themselves up out their misery - they choose to break unmade boundaries of decency and respect - and try to destroy me and my life. 

But, they failed. And the mere fact that they tried - makes me see them for what and who they are and always were - pretenders, manipulators, liars, thieves, disgusting pieces of crap - not worthy of being in my life and around me. 

In 2022, the exBFF contacted me on instagram, wanting to be friends with me. I sent her packing. Why the hell would I want that disgusting person in my life again? 

I have peace and serenity in my life. I surround myself with good people. I spend my days gardening, improving my home, (mortgage is paid off completely). I like reading books, writing fan fiction, fooling around on facebook, I do fun things. I like to play computer games. I spend time with my cat. He likes chasing bubbles, and my husband and I both like to blow the soap bubble on the porch with him.

I go out on outings. Just the other day, my cousin and her husband, and I went to LilyDale, NY to see a fan presentation by actress Melody Thomas Scott of the soap opera "The Young and the Restless." 

And in a couple of days, that cousin, her husband, and another cousin, and a couple of other friends of ours, will be having our annual daytrip to LilyDale, NY. 

And me and some of my cousins have started our own paranormal investigation group. Yes, I am a 'ghost hunter.' 

My life is good. My husband and I just celebrated our 22nd wedding anniversary. I have a full, rich life, with several hobbies. I do not choose to have hateful and hate-filled people in my life. That is my boundary - violate it - try to violate it - and you can go straight to hell for all I care.

 

Ever wake up with a song in your head? I just woke up to a great song (link in post)

Good morning.

It’s 5:35 am. I got up a little while ago with this great song running in my head.
From 1976 - enjoy:
Bay City Rollers - ‘I Only Want to be With You’
by the way, I met my husband John in 1978. We were good friends and then in 1986, our friendship turned romantic. We moved in together in 1987, got married in 2002 and are still going strong. And yeah, I only wanna be with him.

John and I cutting our cake at our wedding barbecue

 

Nothing ever stops Godzilla

 

The Nameless One finds out we have African DNA in us, and she's off and running about she 'doesn't know how to be black.'

 

OK. I swore I wouldn't write anymore about The Nameless One, but.... I discovered another freaking bizarre piece of nonsense.

So I'm awake at 2am, June 25, had a little snack and winding down to go back to bed and googling stuff and something told me to google The Nameless One. And a blog post of hers from a year ago shows up. "Small bits of African DNA in my white-European genome." 

Well, this intrigued me so I had to go do a look-see. 

Okay, the post itself is a rundown of our genetic background and her reaction to it. Siblings share the same genetic background. I never had my DNA tested, but since The Nameless One had it done, and then one of my older sisters had it done (which both are identical), so why should I spend the money? 

I've known for awhile now that I'm a basic American Mutt - I got all sorts of ethnicities in me. Mostly German. But I don't identify as German. I identify as "American Mixed Mongrel" -- but actually - I identify myself as ..... ME. 

I just happen to be married to a black man. Whose ethnic background is (obviously) Black, and also Cherokee, and Latino.This does not make ME black, Cherokee, or Latino. 

The exBFF once remarked to me: "You're like me - black-oriented." -- huh? 

Um, I'm married to a black dude, I like the old time Motown Sound, I took a American Black History course in my senior year in high school -- doesn't make me black. 

My first husband was from Yemen. I've loved Arabian mythology since I was a kid, loved watching belly dancers so much, I decided to be one myself. I've read the Koran, learned a smattering of the Arabic language - none of that makes me Arab.

Whatever interests I have in my life doesn’t make me them. I like science fiction. Especially Star Trek and the Vulcan Mr. Spock. Doesn’t make me Vulcan. 

I like cats. I’ve had several cats as pets. Doesn’t make me feline. 

I like the music of the late Greek electronic musician Vangelis. I like souvlaki - doesn’t make me Greek.

So having a black husband does not make ME black or black-oriented. 

So let’s get back to The Nameless One. What does The Nameless One have to say about her finding out about having a smidgen of African DNA in her? 

She whines that she's been white all her life and DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE BLACK.

Okay, so now I find out that not only am I married to a black man, I’m part black myself. Hmmm. Interesting. Intriguing. -- But only to the point that it is a testament as to how human beings have migrated and mixed together for all these thousand of years. And in the wonderment of who my ancestors were, where they came from, that their DNA is a part of me. However - I am still ME. I am in charge of my life and live it the way I see fit. And I don’t live it to be black or white because of who I am married to.

Both The Nameless One and the exBFF sure have some crazy ideas about life. 

https://forbiddenfamily.com/2023/05/25/small-bits-of-african-dna-in-my-white-european-genome/

 

Jon Anderson (formerly of Yes) in concert with The Band Geeks ----------- I attended his concert yesterday (June 8, 2024)

Jon Anderson and The Band Geeks

I have been a fan of the prog rock group Yes since 1972, and have had a crush on lead singer Jon Anderson from that time.

I’ve been fortunate to see Yes a few times in concert and Jon as well since he left Yes. Sometimes solo, sometimes with former members of Yes. 

Yesterday afternoon, my cousin Cindy and her husband Paul treated me to see Jon and his friends The Band Geeks in Hammondsport NY.

Jon was amazing as usual. His energy is unstoppable, his voice is as clear and angelic as always.

I just adore this man.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iMXTGzhBBM

I was nice to Joan/Doris until she and her deadbeat husband stole from me. When I demanded repayment, I was now a 'bitch'

Having 700 bucks swindled outta ya just make ya turn into a bitch.

Finding out that some of it went to the deadbeat husbands addiction to a stripper joint made me a bigger bitch.

Having come to my house with 10 lousy bucks in hand and whining, 'can't you just take this 10? I don't want to go home and hear J. yell." This after they agreed to pay me back 50 bucks a month. That 10 bucks and a previous payment of $50 was all I saw of my $700 to this day.

But, yeah, I'M the bitch.

#NamelessOne #AdopteesWhoThinkTheyCanTreatOthersLikeAssholes
ps: 'Nameless One' - my pet name for Joan Wheeler/Doris Michol Sippel
and yes, she and her husband swindled $700.00 from me. Promised to pay me back, reneged on their promise, when I needed the money, they turned their backs on me, I got mad and told her to keep the fucking money, but she would NOT be in my life - I was no longer her 'sister' and wanted nothing more to do with her.

And because I had the nerve to set up a boundary (disrespect me by stealing from me, lying to me, breaking a promise to repay me, causing me to not trust her and forbid her to have contact with me) - she started her 25 years campaign of hate and retribution towards me.

But see, she had made her choice - she could have chosen to retain a loving relationship with me - she chose to destroy that. 

I had a choice too. To keep a lying disrespectful thief in my life? Or boot her out of my life? I chose the latter. And am happy for doing so.

I hate the phrase "Life is Short" - because people like to use it as a guilt mechanism

 

Found this on facebook. So.. what is a phrase that I hate? "Life is Short”

Because it is usually said to you by toxic relatives and people who pissed you off and after you've blown up at them, set boundaries, and kicked them out of your life. Used to make you feel guilty for standing up for yourself.

Ten years after the exBFF earned her spot on my virtual trebuchet - and got kicked out of my life - she shows up on Instagram with a half-ass apology and an "I miss you" whine. Trying to worm her way back into my life. I wasn’t buying it. Because disrespect will close doors that apologies can't reopen.

In her little whine, she had the nerve to say “Life is short.” Why? To remind ME that life is short and I should ‘forgive and forget’ the shit she did to me?

Life IS short - and she should have remembered that back in 2012 when she called my job with lies to get me fired.

Why did she do that? Because I had enough of her crap in my life, I distanced myself from her. I removed her from my facebook. Because I’m a grown woman and have the right to remove anyone I want from my social media. She calls my house one night and leaves a message on my answering machine - real nasty too! “Why’d you take me off your facebook?” Really? Then proceeds to keep calling my house. And then the next day calls my job to get me fired.

There is NO justification for her doing that. And in her message on instagram - she offers me some half-ass ‘apology’ - “I’m sorry for not understanding you the way you thought I should.”

What’s to understand? That I wanted basic RESPECT? Like someone not coming to my house and stealing pain pills. Like getting a little thank you after I used my PERSONAL LIFE TIME and SICK TIME FROM MY JOB to hand deliver her to detox? Or how about when I send a letter of intervention (like the bestest of friends should do) and laid out things she does in her life (for 30 years) that she needs to stop doing. She got ‘offended’ because I told her truths she didn’t want to hear, and claimed I was harassing her, and had the nerve to press charges on me. AND when we were in court, she walked passed me where I was sitting and in a low voice, threatened to beat my ass.

Her half-ass apology did not address any of that. Her half-ass apology was shit. Plain shit.She’s sorry for not understanding me??? what nonsense. That ‘apology’ was nothing short than another slap to my face. And then she’s got the nerve to tell me “Life is short.”

Well, life IS short, and I won’t spend my life with a low-down disgusting bitch like FJM.

Leaves a disgusting insulting message on my facebook about my husband. Trashes my father to me on the phone the day after his funeral. Threatens me in court. Bitches at me for taking her off my facebook. Calls my job to get me fired. Steals from my house.

Life is short FJM - and your short life is nothing but crap - of your own making.

 

 

When a toxic person TRIES to re-enter your life - you MUST refuse to let them back in. A snake is a snake is a snake.

 

This is very important. When you have succeeded in getting a toxic person OUT of your life - DO NOT LET THEM BACK INTO YOUR LIFE. 

When my exBFF turned to drugs, I did try to help her out. In 2005, I hand delivered her to detox, (at her request). She went into counseling. But instead of applying what she learned in counseling to herself - she applied it to ME. She would call me up and tell why I was addicted to chocolate. (uh, no. I have a sweet tooth, and I do not steal from friends to buy Reese cups). 

She came to my house and stole pain pills from me. I got tired of her disrespecting and suffocating me (see other posts in this blog) - so I distanced myself from her. When I didn't return her phone calls, she began leaving long incoherent messages to me on facebook and once inserted herself in a facebook conversation I was having with 4 cousins - she said that our conversation was all bullshit and we should shut the fuck up. I booted her off my facebook, but did not block her. (a mistake). 

Five years later, in September 2010, I ran into her at the grocery store and then I went to her house and we had a good talk. I had missed her and wanted our years long friendship to continue. 

BIG MISTAKE. 

A mere 2 months later - I was having a 3-way email exchange with my 2 older sisters and a question came up about social services (welfare) benefits vs disability benefits. (note, one of my sisters live in another country, so their system is different from USA). Well, I thought since the exBFF had been on social services, she could tell us. I added her to the conversation, and also, my niece. 

WELL - the exBFF got OFFENDED and emailed me back that I had no right to invade her privacy by putting her financial status out in public. And then she demanded to know why I kicked her off my facebook. 

I emailed her back - and explained that it was a PRIVATE email exchange (not facebook messaging) between family members, and I considered her family - and we were only seeking information. She fired back that she is NOT A WELFARE QUEEN. (I never said that she was, I was only seeking information). I also explained why I removed her from my facebook. 

I said that I thought we could re-kindle our friendship, but I saw that it was not going to work. I told her I did not want to associate with her anymore. 

Another mistake I made - was after this - I failed to block her on facebook. She didn't contact me on facebook for a year and a half - and I honestly didn't think of her. 

Until one Saturday night (around midnight) in January 2012, she calls me on the phone and left a message on my answering machine DEMANDING TO KNOW WHY I TOOK HER OFF MY FACEBOOK. (memory problems due to drug use).

She called my house a few more times, and one time I picked up the phone and told her to stop calling me, and I was going to report her to the phone company. (which I did the following morning and changed my phone number). 

She was also busy that weekend - she called my employer and finagled my manager's name out of someone. And called my manager that Monday morning and said I was printing out her medical records - a violation of hospital rules and federal patient privacy laws. My employer investigated me. And their computer security team determined that I did not violate any rules. (correct). 

The exBFF also contacted my niece on facebook AND ADMITTED that she called my job. I took a screen shot of it. 

I sent her a letter of intervention which included that screenshot - and I told her things she didn't want to hear. I tried to get her to wake up and stop the drugs and stop making poor decisions in her life. 

She got OFFENDED again and pressed harassment charges on me. 

2 days before our court date - she left a horribly disgusting comment about my husband on my facebook. (then I finally corrected my mistake and blocked her). 

We got to court - and my husband and I were shocked to see her appearance - she was dressed like a two-bit ho. She was arguing with her defense team in a loud voice, was told to shut up by the bailiffs, she did not, so they told her to leave. As she left, she passed me sitting on the end of the row of seats, and in a low voice, she threatened to beat my ass. I immediately summoned the bailiffs. "Excuse me - she just threatened me." She started to run - they caught her and removed her from the court room - and placed her in a private room down the hall - where she continued to scream at the top of her lungs and everyone heard her. Our lawyer got off the elevator and heard her screaming from behind a closed door! I mean - she was fucking losing her damn mind! 

As a hospital nurse's aide, I've had dealings with psych patients - and she was fucking screaming like one. SCREAMING. My husband and I were shocked. I wanted to cry. Because this was a once beautiful woman, our friend for almost 30 years and she was flipping out, a drug addict, dressed like a ho. It was terrible to witness, despite me being angry over her contacting my job, trying to get me fired, and then hauling me into court because I told her truths about herself - which is what a good friend does.

Anyway, despite her disrupting the court like that (and she should have been handcuffed and jailed)  - the judge (who was shown on the local news a few months later being sympathetic to drug addicts - but not their victims) - put a restraining order on ME for one year. Telling me to stay away from her. 

oh no problem judge - I've been trying to get the hell away from her for years. 

The restraining order expired in 2013 - and I have never even wanted to go near that crazy person. It was unfair for ME to have gotten the restraining order - but it worked - it did what I wanted - HER OUT OF MY LIFE. 

In March 2022, guess who contacted me on instagram - yep - the exBFF, claiming she missed me. oh boo hoo. She gave me her phone number - which I called and told her in no uncertain terms that I wanted NOTHING to do with her. 

BECAUSE I LEARNED MY LESSON -- that when a toxic person TRIES to re-enter your life - you MUST refuse to let them back in. A snake is a snake is a snake.

Comic Book Collecting and a puzzle for you

 

Haven’t had time to post lately. I spend more time on my facebook page (click on link to go to my facebook) than here. But I want to make longer posts - and this blog is a great place to do it.

I’ve been a long-time comic book collector. From the time I was a little kid, I loved comic books. I started out with the usual kiddie stuff: Richie Rich, Little Dot, Little Audrey, that sort of stuff. And I read the comic strips in the newspapers. As my reading skills progressed I started reading comic strips of Brenda Starr, Superman, and others. 

I had already been watching Superman on TV - The Adventures of Superman with George Reeves, so naturally, I began to read his adventures in the comic books.
Time frame here: 1959-1960, and I was 8 years old, and began spending my allowance on comic books. 

As time went on, I bought Superman in comic books titled ‘Action’ and ‘Adventure.’ Those books introduced me to Supergirl, Lois Lane, Superboy, and The Legion of Superheroes. 

As I entered my teens, I continued buying and reading comic books, along with other books. Science fiction and fantasy was my ‘go-to’ genre, although I read other genres. 

I continued buying and collecting comic books up until the late 1970’s - I had to stop because they were getting too expensive, and my collection was getting too much. I did continue buying some comic books during the early 80’s - but those were ones that were outstanding in a certain way to me. 

Lately, I’ve been purging things. And my comic book collection has been one of my targets. I’ve bought CDs that contain scans of the comic books that I have been collecting all these years. Some books I’ve been scanning myself. A tedious process, made easier by me listening to some music while scanning.

My comic book collection isn’t really worth anything. They were bought to be read and re-read. I never bought them to re-sell later at a profit, nor did I ever store them in fancy protective covers. Some were placed in specially sized plastic bags, and they and the ones that were not in bags, were stored in plain cardboard boxes, or plastic storage boxes. My comic books are old friends, not commodities. And they ain't worth anything - beat up, yellowed pages, ripped or missing covers. 

A few years ago, I put together about 4 boxes of comic books and comic magazines that I had on CD or scanned onto an external hard drive, and gave them to a cousin of mine. I also gave him my collection of Starlog magazine (a science fiction genre magazine). 

I still got lots of comic books to digitize and save. Last night I worked on an anthology series DC comics put out in the 70’s called ‘The Superman Family.’ They stopped publishing individual books of Lois Lane, Supergirl and Jimmy Olsen. And what they did was put out one ‘giant’ book (100 pages) that ran stories of those three. Every month they rotated between the characters, presenting a new story of one of them. The rest of the book were reprints of stories of the other characters. They rotated the characters so that they each were spotlighted every couple of months. The book also ran reprints of stories of other peripheral characters in the Superman universe - Krypto the Super Dog, Braniac, Lana Lang, Perry White, Bizarro World and even Mr. Mxyzptlk! (good luck pronouncing that). 

Anyway, last evening while working on The Superman Family issue 168 (published Dec-Jan 1974/75) I came across this ‘Super-Puzzle.’ A word search puzzle - that uses a lot of peripheral characters in the Superman Universe. 

Click on the picture (you may have to click on it a few times to enlarge it - this blog site has a glitch in seeing images). Right click on the enlarged picture to save to your computer and print it out to do the puzzle.

Enjoy.
copyright DC comics.

 

 

New day, new week, new year, new magick - time for a new direction for this blog. Stay tuned.

Happy New Year 2024
I have been thinking the past couple of months that I want to change the direction of this blog. And most likely the title. I’ll have to think about that.

I have gotten a lot of things off my chest on my old blog and on this one. I know from comments and being contacted by people on my old blog that I have helped others deal with the narcissist in their lives, or how to deal with an adoption renewal gone sour.

My old blog achieved what I wanted: I found lies in Doris Sippel/Joan Mary Wheeler’s book and refuted those lies. I have backed up my side of the story with photographs, scans of documents - police, court and personal ones - and proved that she is a liar.

The last time she called my job with lies to get me fired (in 2012), I told my employer that if she called again - I didn’t want to hear about it. When she called, they investigated me and found me innocent. But they refused to help me in my court case of harassment against her. The judge dismissed the charges (again).

A few months later, when FJM, my exBFF in a drug-fueled rage against me for removing her from my facebook, also called my job with lies to get me fired in 2012. I was called down to Human Resources again. Again they said, they investigated me and found me innocent. So I told them “if those two call you again, go ahead and investigate me - BUT DON’T CALL ME DOWN HERE AGAIN. I asked you for help in my case against my sister, but you wouldn’t give me a statement. What do you want me to do? I haul her into court, and the charges get dismissed. She calls again, or if FJM calls again - get YOUR legal team on it - I don’t care what you do - just leave me out of this. I can’t make them stop. My sister has been calling you since 1995 - YOU deal with her from now on.”

Did they call after that? I don’t know. If they did call, Human Resources did what I asked - they left me out of it.

I retired in October 2015. I took their toy away from them. I have no idea if they called my former employer after I retired. All I know is that it seems the two of them dropped off the face of the earth after 2012. I have had no contact with my sister for 12 years now.

FJM did contact me on Instagram in March 2021, saying she misses me and wants to be my friend again. I sent her packing. She left me her phone number - and I called it. And I told her in no uncertain terms I want NOTHING to do with her ever again. She listened to me (gosh finally, for the first time in 40 years she finally f’ing LISTENED to me). She has not contacted me again.

I have 12 years of peace and serenity. For the first time in my fucking life. I had an unsettled childhood. I was the victim of bullying all through school. As an adult, at my job, I encountered bullying. There was always someone fucking with me. Joan/Doris started her harassment of me in 1989. After she and her deadbeat husband swindled me out of $700, and she lied to me repeatedly - I told her to get out of my life. She left a message on my answering machine saying “money shouldn’t come between sisters” - she stole $700 from me - money that I worked for. Her husband had a crappy job, and was always getting laid off. She was too lazy to get off her ass and get a job. I worked at a job to pay for ME, not for HER, but she saw it differently - and refused to admit to what she did - STEALING. And then have the nerve to say “money shouldn’t come between sisters” -- right, she fixed her car with MY money, and when my car broke down, I didn’t have the money to fix it, and had to take it off the road. She drove around - I was stuck taking public transportation. And when I told her I was done with her and to get out of my life - she became enraged and began her years-long campaign to PUNISH me - by stalking me, harassing me, sending me lying letters (like my husband got the next door neighbor pregnant), writing letters to my husband and his mother - to get us split up.

These letters started in 1992. And in 1995 she started calling my job to get me fired. Her harassment continued to 2012. 

My exBFF, FJM, is another case. She had been disrespectful to me for YEARS and I finally put my foot down. I sent her a letter of intervention, to get her off the drugs. And I told her things she didn’t want to hear. So she too decided to PUNISH me - by calling my job to get me fired. As I said before, I was investigated and found innocent. 

So to sum up. I said I was bullied in school. I think it started in third grade. That was 1960-61. It continued all through high school. I graduated in 1970. Got my first job in 1971 and there were a couple of snobby mean girls there. I got bullied again. Got my job at the hospital in 1972. And from time to time encountered some idiots fucking with me. In 1987 my husband and I moved in together and there were some asshole neighbors and bratty kids and I was bullied and harassed again. That all stopped in early 2000s. Harassment from Joan/Doris finally stopped in 2012. 

So I have been fucked with from 1960 to 2012. For the first time in my life, I have peace and serenity now. I refuse to let any person to fuck with me anymore. Being retired helps a lot. I don’t have to go somewhere and deal with idiots. When I go shopping or other places, when I encounter idiots - they are strangers, and it is temporary. I don’t engage with them. I do what I have to do - and get out of the store or business. This does not mean I don’t wish cashiers a nice day here and there - I just mind my own business while shopping etc. and get out! And then get home to my peaceful sanctuary. 

I’m tired of negativity and I want this blog to reflect that. I will be posting more positive things from now on. This does not mean that I will be censoring myself - I speak my mind on things - be it good or ‘bad.’ 

Happy New Year