Broke @ MindSay 
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So, now I've got them taped up all dorky like 'til Monday when I can get my eyes checked and get new ones.
Which sucks because I really don't wanna spend the money and because I'm going to Detroit on Saturday for my brother's Graduation. I'll be looking all nerdy and stuff. oh well I usually look nerdy anyways so a little more nerdiness won't hurt. And besides I'd rather look kind of dorky then not be able to see.
Anyways, I've decided I'm gonna go for a little different but I don't know what that style will be exactly.
Mark
[Update: It turns out I won't be going to Detroit because I have to watch the shoe store that day and I also won't be able to get a ride up there so I rescheduled and will be geting my glasses sooner then I thought]
According to a story found at MJSite.com the singing Jackson family isn't doing so well for the most part. Sure Janet still has cash, LaToya is somehow making a living in Europe doing God knows what and Rebie was smart enough to quit after Centipede and marry herself a man with some bank.
But the boys are a hot greasy mess:
Michael: On the verge of losing Neverland ranch as well as the family's Encino, Calif., home. He's hiding out in Las Vegas and repeatedly makes promises to his brothers while sabotaging any attempts by them to ply their musical trade.
Jackie: The oldest son started an Internet clothing business and is trying to produce records by his sons. Nothing has panned out.
Randy: Does odd jobs like changing tires to support himself. He was Michael's business manager during the 2005 molestation trial but ran into serious problems with friends after he persuaded three people to take out lines of credits against their homes to help Michael pay his attorney fees and Michael stiffed them.
Marlon: Lives in San Diego, where he works stocking groceries at a Vons supermarket. He fell on hard times three years ago when he was forced to leave his foreclosed home and move into an Extended Stay America hotel with his wife, Carol.
Jermaine: Splits time between the parents' Hayvenhurst mansion and his girlfriend's home in the San Fernando Valley. With more than $5 million in federal, state and other liens against him and a 1995 bankruptcy filing, he doesn't work or have a regular income.
Tito: Formed a blues band several years ago and plays at small venues for $500 to $1,500 a gig.
These broke bastards better call VH1 and get a piece of that reality show money that's out there before it dries up. If a crispy critter like Flavor Flav can get women to fight over him then imagine the caliber of chicks that Jermaine can get with his California Raisin looking ass.
So, I was going about my day. I had finally stopped procrastanting (sp?) and got off of chat, neopets, mindsay, and a few other sites and got busy.
I finally finished dejunking my room. And while cleaning out my closet, I found one bat, one 12 inch softball and one 11 inch softball, my first catching pud, my last pair of highschool softball cleats, six batting gloves, one lefty mitt, and an equipment bag. With a suprise!:O I always wondered where that dayum box of condoms in my senior year had gone too! Now I know! At the bottom of my softball equipment bag!:D Looks like my mom only took the main equipment bag of my softball gear and handed over to my diabetic counselor. I put all the gear in the bag and it is sitting next to the mudporch door so I can hand it over to my mom's to give to my diabetic counselor. Once I meet my goals, THEN I can have all my gear back!
I changed my bed sheets (the bi weekly changing!:D), rounded up Randy's and my dirty laundry, put away clothes and had just gone down stairs to start a load of laundry when I got the phone call from the school!
Secratary: "Jackie? Can you come up to the school? DeLaney smashed her fingers into the class room door somehow!"
Me: "Dayum! Is she bleeding? Can she bend her fingers at all?"
Secratary: "No blood, but lots of swelling and discoloration. Hold on let me see if she can bend her fingers. It is on the first knuckles that got it. She can bend all her first knuckles with out pain but her left ring finger."
Me: "Dayumit all to hell! Okay, let me get dressed, call the doc's office to see what they want to do and I will be up."
I got dressed (it was cleaning/lounge day so I took the kids in my jam jams and was still in them!), put a call into the doc's office, called my mom and asked if she could look at the finger before I decieded to drive to the city with DeLaney. And got on the road.
Luckly by the time I got there, (they were icing the finger down) the swealing had gone way down and according to the Mission Secratary not the school Secratary, the discoloration had gone from angry deep purple down to a angry pink color. She still couldn't bend that left ring finger though and she had a good size dent in the finger with a bit of dried blood but nothing major. I signed her out of school and we headed down to the Tribal Clinic so Granny could take a look at her finger for me.
I didn't think it was broke but I wasn't taking any chances. My mom agreed with me that she didn't think it was broke but suggested I take her up to the doctor anyway. I again called the doctors office to let them know we were coming up, stopped back at the school and signed Coltin out. (Randy is on the road, my mom didn't get off of work till 6 this evening, and yay not really an emerency so my dad wasn't going to go pick my boy up for me!)
We were right. It isn't broke just badly brused. Doctor didn't even order xrays but we are going to buddy wrap the left ring finger to her tall man finger for a week. If her nail turns black or if she complains that she can't move it at all, then we are to take her back up to get the nail taken off and then get some xrays. The doc did clean out the dent and put a small gauze wrap around that and suggested we keep that on for about 3 or 4 days so it doesn't get infected.
What a day.
I treated the kids to what Randy calls "Dog Food" aka McDonald's for an early supper. When we got home, I dosed DeLaney up with some Motrin and made her ice down her fingers again. Then we went about our afternoon/evening chores.
I did manage to get a few more loads of laundry done, fiddled with my sewing machine (it is acting up) and managed to get one panel of a set of bottom curtains done for my kitchen.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that we have no more incidents of injuries at school this year. DeLaney is really worried about testing now for our next taekwondo rank. We have a couple of finger tip punchies that we have in our form and have to demenstrate on the bags. I told her not to worry if her fingers are still hurting when it comes time for testing we will let Mr. Johnson know that she can't punch with her left hand and he would understand. He is allowing mommy to forgo the jump kicks and take steps instead so I dont' injure my knee.
She seemed okay with that.
Now I am off to procrstanate some more.
So it is 8 am and my kids aren't at Mass with Grandma. Why? A) The kids don't know how to put their coats and snow pants up on the rack and threw them right next to the cat box. Can you say soaking in oxiclean and soap before being washed! B) Kids are now cleaning said mudporch
I was out side at 10 after 7 this morning. I woke up at 7. I was scopping my small lil piece of sidewalk that leads to my van. After I got that scopped, got a path all around the van scopped; I then threw out salt on the sidewalk.
Called my mom and said I could crawl right on out of the lane with the van and I am goign to have to because Randy and I stupidly forgot the no gel for the diesel tank for the truck. I need to pick some of that up and put in before I start the truck up. But the boy spawn of mine doesn't have a coat till I get it washed. She told me not a problem and don't worry about it, the kids will be at church Wensday twice no less.
In college, friends and I would talk about faith and money all the time. See my b/f at the time, his best friend, and I were non practicing Catholics. I was starting to really study the Celtic Spiritualities at that time and D and Mike just never went to church unless one of their mothers guilted me into making them go. My mom stopped badgering my brother and I after we were confirmed to go to Mass. Anyway, D, Mike, and I rarely put any money in the gift basket. And the few times our Baptist friends would come with us they were shocked and appalled that we never put money in the basket. All three of us, even though raised in totally different areas of the midwest, we raised by women who were very Devout Catholic but ALWAYS put family first. Meaning, if you were broke and struggling to pay your bills, you do NOT give to the church. You only put money in the basket if your bills were paid and you might have a few bucks in your wallet or purse. Well the three of us were broke ass college students. D and Mike's family's out in Shy Town and my family 4 hours to the south. Not like we could call the parental units up and ask for money and have them just hand it over to us. We tried explaining this to our friends. We had one friend T1 (three of our friends names started wtih T so thus 1 and such) gave all his cash to the gift basket even after we told him NOT to! He said that it was going in and staying in. We were boggled. The Priests don't shake us down at Church to give and give and give. Especially knowing that a lot of parishners are broke ass sturggling middleclass folks!
The three Ts, and N explained that you walk into any Baptist Church and the preacher knows you, they will pin point you and basically bagger you to give as much as you can during the service. Even knowning you might be broke ass! Tried explained to the three of us, that their churchs and preachers expect a certain amount of their parishner's income each year. D, Mike, and I were flabbergasted! That isn't how it works for a LOT of people. I do know some of the richer parishners and even D said is Granny and Step Grandpa put massive amounts of money into the gift basket, but usually how Catholics divy out their money to their Church is this:
1. They give what they can while living.
2. They get old, make out a will.
3. And no matter what money they get a 1/3 of that money from their Will goes to their parish.
This is exactly what my grandpa that I didn't get to meet did. Even though he still had one of my uncles home in jr high. Out of the money left in the Will, a 1/3 of it went to the Parish and the rest went to my Grandma and Uncle. When my Granny died last year at Thanksgiving time, 1/3 of her inheritance went to her Parish and then the rest was divied up between my Mom and her brothers. A lot of small town and rural area Christians no matter what faith does this. After they die a 1/3 of their inheritance goes to their church. Even if they only have 100 dollars! A 1/3 goes to their church! My dad is livid because my parents made out their wills after my dad was dignosied with Guillium Barrers Syndrome. To be on the safe side. My dad is a non practicing protstant and will NOT give to his Church because he doesn't go and he doesn't like anyone at the Church. The reason why he is livid is because my mom has specificated a 1/3 of her money that is left after burial expensese and such (which really isn't that much) will go to her Church and if her Church is shut down by the time she dies, it goes to the Mission School were my kids go to. My dad doesn't want her to give any money to the church, he says they don't need it and the family does.
Which brings me to what I really wanted to blog about and got off topic! Do you give to the church when you die or even while alive? Do you buy religious items even knowing that there is a good chance they aren't really religoius? Do you buy items that may be blessed but are kind of shady? A lot of people do! Just last month, my kids and my mom bought a few wood carving items from a gentleman after Mass. The reason why I didn't get to bent out of shape with my kids spending their 5 bucks was because this gentleman was known by the main Mission Priest and it was verified that the wood and the gentleman are from the Middleeast and is raising money for his Parish back home in the "holy land". Plus DeLaney bought a couple of broach type wooden doves (not necessarily a Christian thing) and Coltin choose out a cross and handed it over to Grandma to have. DeLaney is keeping the doves to give to Randy's mom next time we see her.
If I get too lazy and need to bless or cleanse my house and I don't want to bless my own water, I go into the Catholic Church and take a small bottle from their holy water stash that sits in the back of all Catholic Churchs for the parishners or anyone who wants some. My mom keeps a few bottles at all times as does a lot of the older Indian folks. I actually have two bottles of holy water from the Mission. One my mom gave me and one that F. Mike gave me when DeLaney told him we are getting ready for Winter Solstice and Feast of Fionn. I have no problem using holy water blessed by someone outside my faith. Doesn't mean it is straight Christian, just means that it was blessed and has protection in it. I have seen ppl take gallons of holy water to drink even. This really shocked a D and Mike when they came home with me one time! D called his mom and told her and she started laughing and told him that it was and is still common in areas that a lot of old customes survived. And told him to talk to my mom about it. Now mind ya D was already a bit nervous because he had a city boys tude about coming to a rural area and he kept claiming to be a lone black man in the country(which he promptly found out he wasn't and that there were a few black families in the area and the city has a large black population! That was fun rubbing his face in that one!) and now he had to go have a religious talk with his g/f's mom! My mom explained that water is a basic healing, cleansing, and blessing element amoung many tribal and older cultures so it is just natural that people would take the holy water to drink and to bless their homes with. A lot of the peyote ceromonies with older people are done with the peyote in water. It gives it a double blessing and makes it easier for the older people to consume the peyote and ten to one they use either blessed water from one of two churchs in the area. Either the Catholic or the NA Indian Church.
Which now finally brings me to what some companies are doing! Sorry it took me a bit to get to this! Some water bottling companies are selling "Holy Water"! I am not shitting you! They are bringing in Roman Catholic and Epsicpallion Priest and blessing the water, bottling it, and then slapping Christian pictures on the bottle and selling holy drinking water! To me this is going a bit far in the commercialism of our society! some of the advertising is not only is it good for you but it will make you a good person! PLEASE!
At first I was like oh that isn't to bad, but then it got me thinking about how a lot of Chruchs bagder their parishners in giving money they don't have, how everytime you turn around when you go to church they are asking for money to be sent here, money to be sent there, money for their parish, money for that parish and when something terrible does happen people are so tired of handing out money they don't want to give when it is needed! And now a companies not even apart of a Chruch are realizing the money potentional out there by decent Christian people and marketing "holy water". I feel bad for these people. They are buying water that has been blessed by a priest so a company NOT a church can make money! They can easily go into a church and get their on holy water with out paying for it or heck even ask their local preist/preacher to come bless their sink if they wanted! A lot of people around my area have that done on their wells! My mom did! When my folks had to have their well pump redone and put in a different spot, my mom asked her Priest to come out and bless the well! When older Indian folks have their homes recedard and saged they ask their Holy Men to bless their wells or their water lines! Why spend good money that can be given to other causes or used for household goods on "holy water" that your local or national church affilation isn't making any money on!
It is bad enough that Chruchs and Parishes shake down families and individuals for more and more money but now you have Christian based companies doing it to them also! This really irritates me and makes me 100% glad that I am no longer a Christian! A lot of "pagans" may be broke ass individuals but we don't care what faith organizatoin is in charge of something, if it is a good cause we give to them. Only after our families are taken care of! It makes no sense to be selling blessed water when a person can go to their local priest/preacher/holy person and have their own water blessed! But it also does show why Pagan organizations usually don't last the course also! We don't give to our organizations because we have our own families to take care of and if there is already an organization out there doing what we suggest it makes more sense to give to that organization instead! Counting that the Christian Org will take our money! Which is usually our problem, our money isn't good enough to a lot of Christian Orgs! Oh Well.
So if you are one of these people that are thinking about buying the Blessed Drinking Water, Stop! Think about the money you are wasting and could possibly give to your own Chruch and just have your preist/preacher/holy man come out and bless your water lines in stead!
... or let me make my decisions....
Sooo.... things have sort of fallen completely apart.
a) fights with dad have gotten more frequent
b) I have no money
c) I am having emotional problems that are affecting everyone
d) I had to drop out of college
Solution: Right now I want to get level headed; I think the best option for me right now is to go inpatient to a mental facility.
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