Sunday, May 31, 2009 - Where has May gone? It flew by. Charlie and I are doing very well and I am so pleased to be with him. For weekend breakfasts I made pancakes. I made the barbequed meat again, and yesterday also a meat loaf that was good: mostly meat and eggs with a little minced onion, celery and carrot (mire pois). We have been watching movies and eating Haagen Daz ice cream at home, saw "Private Benjamin", "Outsourced" and "Taking Chance" - all were good.
I just read a book on eating and it seems that short fat glasses cause people to drink more - this would be good for water glasses. It says that larger plates cause people to eat more food than they do when food is served on smaller plates. People who chew longer eat less. I knew this because the gut hormones, ghrelin and leptin have more time to act.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
"The World's Fastest Indian" movie on Burt Munro
2005 movie: We watched Anthony Hopkins re-enact the true story of part of Burt Munro's life focussing on his speed record still standing today. At age 68 in August 26, 1967, Munro set the world's record for SPEED in the category of under 1,000 cc engines. Munro still holds the world record, no one has yet gone faster. Can you believe he went almost 200 miles per hour (190.07) at the Bonneville Salt Flats, Utah, and he was 68 years old !!! Born at home (Herbert James Munro) on March 25, 1899, with a stillborn twin sister, he died in his sleep from heart failure on January 6, 1978. He married in 1927, and fathered a son and three daughters.
Even more astonishing is that Burt set his current world speed record on an old 1920 Indian Scout motorcycle manufactured to reach speeds up to 54 miles per hour. Munro worked on it for years and tinkered it up to higher and higher speeds with parts he personally made in his garage. Truly amazing !
If you decide to see this movie, be sure to first watch the Special Features interview with the real Burt Munro, it will make you appreciate the movie even more.
AND the movie is an excellent psychology study of the human spirit, and is inspiring in every category. Anthony Hopkins said it was his best role ever.
I think that Jami just had a tooth filled. I do hope that they correctly sized and placed the filling correctly so that there is no toothache pain from the filling pressing on the nerve root. May we have a calm and pain-free Jami.
Even more astonishing is that Burt set his current world speed record on an old 1920 Indian Scout motorcycle manufactured to reach speeds up to 54 miles per hour. Munro worked on it for years and tinkered it up to higher and higher speeds with parts he personally made in his garage. Truly amazing !
If you decide to see this movie, be sure to first watch the Special Features interview with the real Burt Munro, it will make you appreciate the movie even more.
AND the movie is an excellent psychology study of the human spirit, and is inspiring in every category. Anthony Hopkins said it was his best role ever.
I think that Jami just had a tooth filled. I do hope that they correctly sized and placed the filling correctly so that there is no toothache pain from the filling pressing on the nerve root. May we have a calm and pain-free Jami.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Freedom Day is May 27
Today is my liberty day, a day of thankfulness for my freedom. I intend to relax and be mindful in the moment. I will keep a smile on my face, joy in my heart, and sunshine on my body.
I love life and feel gratitude for love, life, and liberty.
Thanks for my children and family and friends and neighbors. Last, but not least, thank you for my Charlie.
And on a sad note, Clayton mailbox vandalism, sheriff notified, and mailbox has been replaced. Now tv, phone, inet cable cut, I will just cancel these services to Clayton.
I love life and feel gratitude for love, life, and liberty.
Thanks for my children and family and friends and neighbors. Last, but not least, thank you for my Charlie.
And on a sad note, Clayton mailbox vandalism, sheriff notified, and mailbox has been replaced. Now tv, phone, inet cable cut, I will just cancel these services to Clayton.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Charlie bought some blue mouthwash and after I gargled with it, my teeth were blue. So you know what I did next. I made my own mouthwash. I recycled my green Carlson's cod liver oil bottle, put vodka in it, added just a few drops of peppermint oil, wintergreen oil, and eucalyptus oil. It came out wonderful but strong so I added a bit of water. I made my own label and taped it on the bottle. Great!
For years I have made my own toothpowder. I purchased some toothpowder for the container and when it was used up, I re-filled the container with Arm & Hammer baking soda which is alkaline and good for teeth. For general household cleaning, I also use baking soda instead of Ajax, Comet, etc. However, I do buy Bar Keepers Friend because it is oxalic acid and when the sink does not clean up well with the alkaline baking soda, the acid Bar Keepers Friend will do the job. I plan to find a source to buy oxalic acid and then I will re-package it in my own container and label.
We went to the ballet "Tune In and Turn Out: Dancing Our Way Through TV Land" ( www. abileneballettheatre.org) at the Paramount Theatre and they are really, really good. Two of the dancers will go on to the Joffrey. One of the choreographers (Lindsay McGill) is as good as it gets, she could work on Broadway. I love live entertainment.
For years I have made my own toothpowder. I purchased some toothpowder for the container and when it was used up, I re-filled the container with Arm & Hammer baking soda which is alkaline and good for teeth. For general household cleaning, I also use baking soda instead of Ajax, Comet, etc. However, I do buy Bar Keepers Friend because it is oxalic acid and when the sink does not clean up well with the alkaline baking soda, the acid Bar Keepers Friend will do the job. I plan to find a source to buy oxalic acid and then I will re-package it in my own container and label.
We went to the ballet "Tune In and Turn Out: Dancing Our Way Through TV Land" ( www. abileneballettheatre.org) at the Paramount Theatre and they are really, really good. Two of the dancers will go on to the Joffrey. One of the choreographers (Lindsay McGill) is as good as it gets, she could work on Broadway. I love live entertainment.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
5-22-09 - Muffler Day
Friday, today is another beautiful day in Paradise and Charlie got off work early so it is even better. He is off work Monday, 5-25, for Memorial Day, so we have almost a four-day holiday. The muffler of the Blazer fell apart, so he went to Pep Boys and bought some parts and crawled under and fixed it in just a few minutes, he is a genius.
We went browsing-shopping in several stores, and did not buy much but looked around a lot.
In the evening, after dinner, we watched DVD movies from the public library and ate ice cream. The movies were bad, but we enjoyed being at home together.
We went browsing-shopping in several stores, and did not buy much but looked around a lot.
In the evening, after dinner, we watched DVD movies from the public library and ate ice cream. The movies were bad, but we enjoyed being at home together.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifUneventful so far.
Today is warm but pleasant, about 85 degrees. The weather is similar to Los Angeles but even milder. 85 here feels cooler than 85 there. An uneventful day so far. My liver and onions came out great. And I want to recommend www.responsibletechnology.org which was started by the author (Jeffrey M. Smith) of "Seeds of Deception" and "Genetic Roulette", two excellent books and the website has a list of GMO foods and many, many scientific references to proof of dangers and toxins in the food offered to us today by the profit-motivated giant food companies. Please note that I am all in favor of capitalism and "caveat emptor" (buyer beware). Because of the poisons deliberately put into the DNA of our food, I refuse to buy any genetically altered foods such as non-organic corn, soy, squash, tomato, and others.
5-27: My Annual FREEDOM FROM HELL Day
WARNING: Avoid this post ! This post contains unpleasant, sick material. It is very personal may NOT be helpful or entertaining to you. You may want to just skip it entirely. I believe mental illness is contagious, and this post describes depraved mental illness. I recommend that you go to a different post. Here goes: When I was young and dumb, a virgin at 18, I married a devil, Gene. Being young and stupid about people, I did not even recognize that he was a bona fide paranoid schizophrenic with severe BPD - personality disorders as well as multiple drug abuse. I had no idea that it was possible for people like him to even exist. I had been loved and pampered by my parents and teachers and was praised and admired by everyone for eighteen years. I won awards and contests and was first in everything, your outstanding "good girl". Imagine my shock and surprise at the first abuse when I was suddenly back-handed hard, right across the face, unexpectedly and without reason. An instant transformation from Teachers' Pet to Prisoner-Slave. I had no one to guide me, no parents, no aunts, no uncles, no grandparents, no friendly adults to tell my troubles to, only three younger siblings with their own problems.
It worsened from there, my life was in danger many, many times with knives, guns and physical abuse. I miscarried from his beating me and kicking me in the stomach with hard boots. He loved to put out cigarettes on my torso where the burns would not show. He strangled me unconscious several times. He loved to play Russian roulette, pointing a gun loaded with one bullet at my head and pulling the trigger. He would put a thin towel on me and beat me with whips and belts and sticks on top of it since he explained that this would keep some of the bruises from showing. He kept a constant watch on me since he knew I wanted to escape, I could not even defecate unless he was standing over me with a loaded gun, usually cocked. His beatings would come without any cause or any warning or any schedule and in between them he would sometimes apologize profusely. He repeatedly threatened me and told me of the different abuses and tortures he intended to do to me. He would drive me to work or school and be waiting to pick me up, always stalking around the work or school peeking in and watching me. I was simply his prisoner. Although I did now know it at the time, I was conditioned into Pavlovian constant fear of death.
He was also a pedophile for young girls, age 6 or so and he would often go out and say he had been at a school or playground. I sat next to him in a Shakey's Pizza restaurant when he groped a young girl's vaginal area for a long time (she was too shocked and confused to do anything ) when he saw her father go to the restroom. When the father returned from the restroom, the girl told on Gene. The father called the police and Gene ran out to the car with the father chasing him. I silently prayed for the father catch him and for the police to arrive in time, but he got away. I was horrified at Gene and at one point was able to report to the police from a college phone but the policeman answering the phone refused to take his information and instead made fun of me. At that time I was too much of a young greenhorn to know what to do next.
He had many more sick depraved inclinations. He liked to hurt animals. After he tortured Jaspar, a gold cat I acquired, I made sure never to have any pets. I was properly brain-washed into constant fear of death. There is much more that I could say, but I will stop here because it is sickening relive this. Let me just say I wish Gene literally to burn slowly in hell. He was human in his body but not in his soul. He deserves to never have been born.
I finally escaped from him on May 27 wearing a blonde wig. I had arranged with a friend of a psychiatrist to get a ride to California straight from the last exam. I had met a psychiatrist at college in the lunchroom and told about my situation. I asked for help to escape. Gene did not work, like a pimp, he always took all my money from my work but over the years I managed to sneak some money into hiding so I paid the friend out of money I had secreted in the hem of a coat to let me get a ride with him. I had lied to Gene and told him the last day of school was the next day. Back then, it was difficult for me to tell any lie even when my life was in danger. This is how stupid young people can be. Needless to say, I had a bad case of post-traumatic stress disorder for many years.
So you can see that May 27 is a holy day to me, a sacred day of freedom and liberty and healing. For years now I use this day to feel joy and to meditate and be grateful. I know now that "No one can do anything to you unless you let them" ( a quote from Eleanor Roosevelt who did not live by it) and I regret my stubborn promise to myself to stick with it and make my marriage work. I strongly believe in divorce. I wasted years of my life with unnecessary suffering but I am grateful that I finally ran away. "Geography is everything" - a quote from the serial murderer Ed Gein. Joy, optimism, meditation/prayer, moderation, mobility, service, love.
It worsened from there, my life was in danger many, many times with knives, guns and physical abuse. I miscarried from his beating me and kicking me in the stomach with hard boots. He loved to put out cigarettes on my torso where the burns would not show. He strangled me unconscious several times. He loved to play Russian roulette, pointing a gun loaded with one bullet at my head and pulling the trigger. He would put a thin towel on me and beat me with whips and belts and sticks on top of it since he explained that this would keep some of the bruises from showing. He kept a constant watch on me since he knew I wanted to escape, I could not even defecate unless he was standing over me with a loaded gun, usually cocked. His beatings would come without any cause or any warning or any schedule and in between them he would sometimes apologize profusely. He repeatedly threatened me and told me of the different abuses and tortures he intended to do to me. He would drive me to work or school and be waiting to pick me up, always stalking around the work or school peeking in and watching me. I was simply his prisoner. Although I did now know it at the time, I was conditioned into Pavlovian constant fear of death.
He was also a pedophile for young girls, age 6 or so and he would often go out and say he had been at a school or playground. I sat next to him in a Shakey's Pizza restaurant when he groped a young girl's vaginal area for a long time (she was too shocked and confused to do anything ) when he saw her father go to the restroom. When the father returned from the restroom, the girl told on Gene. The father called the police and Gene ran out to the car with the father chasing him. I silently prayed for the father catch him and for the police to arrive in time, but he got away. I was horrified at Gene and at one point was able to report to the police from a college phone but the policeman answering the phone refused to take his information and instead made fun of me. At that time I was too much of a young greenhorn to know what to do next.
He had many more sick depraved inclinations. He liked to hurt animals. After he tortured Jaspar, a gold cat I acquired, I made sure never to have any pets. I was properly brain-washed into constant fear of death. There is much more that I could say, but I will stop here because it is sickening relive this. Let me just say I wish Gene literally to burn slowly in hell. He was human in his body but not in his soul. He deserves to never have been born.
I finally escaped from him on May 27 wearing a blonde wig. I had arranged with a friend of a psychiatrist to get a ride to California straight from the last exam. I had met a psychiatrist at college in the lunchroom and told about my situation. I asked for help to escape. Gene did not work, like a pimp, he always took all my money from my work but over the years I managed to sneak some money into hiding so I paid the friend out of money I had secreted in the hem of a coat to let me get a ride with him. I had lied to Gene and told him the last day of school was the next day. Back then, it was difficult for me to tell any lie even when my life was in danger. This is how stupid young people can be. Needless to say, I had a bad case of post-traumatic stress disorder for many years.
So you can see that May 27 is a holy day to me, a sacred day of freedom and liberty and healing. For years now I use this day to feel joy and to meditate and be grateful. I know now that "No one can do anything to you unless you let them" ( a quote from Eleanor Roosevelt who did not live by it) and I regret my stubborn promise to myself to stick with it and make my marriage work. I strongly believe in divorce. I wasted years of my life with unnecessary suffering but I am grateful that I finally ran away. "Geography is everything" - a quote from the serial murderer Ed Gein. Joy, optimism, meditation/prayer, moderation, mobility, service, love.
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