I recommend Dawn dish washing liquid for anything and every thing! It took half a bottle but it worked for the Vaseline that was globed in my little grand daughter’s hair… It took a few days to get it all out but it worked and her hair is shiny and soft… REALLY shiny… I think I might try it myself but not to the extreme were I need the dish washing liquid…

You know I pride my self on how clean I keep my house… So you can imagine my shock and disgust when my grand daughter handed me a tooth pick with a dust bunny on the end of it… I grabbed it from her hand and afterwards I realized that I hadn’t been so mortified at the fact she had a tooth pick.. No, what had really got me was that dust bunny! Where had that tooth pick come from?… And from the look of it, it’s home was fare to say, a little bed of filth. I haven’t found it’s hiding place yet but I will say that I have been over my house with a fine tooth comb looking for more homeless tooth picks and haven’t found any more.

Today I just can’t think of much to say… I’m taking my grand daughter to the zoo Sunday. This will be her first time. I’m taking my camera. She will not stop calling me Mommy!… I’m sick of correcting her… At first I just wouldn’t respond to her when she used that word but she took it as I was hard of hearing and she started screaming it at me… Now she sounds like a drone sometimes…. Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, …… pulling on my clothes…. Finally SHE got me to say “what”? and that was the point of no return….. The child protect service called me. They want to come and see if my grand daughter is in a good place and if I’m taking care of her properly… I said sure… this is my first time to deal with these people and I’m not afraid of them.. I know I take excellent care of her… ( except that toothpick!… That filthy nasty tooth pick!) … My daughter on the other hand is scared shitless… AND SHE SHOULD BE! Now she can tell them that she doesn’t like anyone telling her what to do…. She called last night and said that she has been working really hard and she was coming to get her baby this weekend.. Her really hard means …. For one whole week I have been working a mans shoveling job so I can get a motel room……. So I decided to tell her like the man at the child protective service told me… If she were to come take her from me they would take sweet Bonnie and place her in a foster home. They would then require her to have a job and a home and drug testing for 6 months to a year before she could have her back… And then I heard sobbing… She begged me to tell her what to do this time…. But I can’t make this choice for her… I told her that this is a life choice that SHE must make…I told her to weigh all the options… Is she willing to give up her child hood…. Or was she willing to give up Bonnie’s? And silently I was thinking…. This is effecting me too! This is my life too!… Maybe I wanted to see the world…. Maybe I wanted to find that special someone and run away… But I stayed silent… waiting for her to make up her mind… She hasn’t yet and I gave her the number to the people that called me… Instead of hanging up on me this time, she choked out a thank you for everything that I have done for Bonnie and asked if she would still be able to come visit her…. I was a little confused at that but I said sure she could… I still haven’t said this out loud yet but I’m telling yall…. THIS isn’t fare!!!! Not to me…. And really not to Bonnie!… First off Bonnie didn’t ask to be born…. And second… I didn’t lay down to make this baby!… I thought about putting it off on my son and his new little family and then felt like an ass…. No I think I will have to swallow this huge choking pill and take it with a smile…. A smile and a wink. …

How can I help you to say Goodbye:

Through the back window of a '59 wagon
I watched my best friend Jamie slippin' further away
I kept on waving 'till I couldn't see her
And through my tears, I asked again why we couldn't stay
Mama whispered softly, Time will ease your pain
Life's about changing, nothing ever stays the same

And she said, How can I help you to say goodbye?
It's OK to hurt, and it's OK to cry
Come, let me hold you and I will try
How can I help you to say goodbye?

I sat on our bed, he packed his suitcase
I held a picture of our wedding day
His hands were trembling, we both were crying
He kissed me gently and then he quickly walked away
I called up Mama, she said, Time will ease your pain
Life's about changing, nothing ever stays the same

And she said, How can I help you to say goodbye?
It's OK to hurt, and it's OK to cry
Come, let me hold you and I will try
How can I help you to say goodbye?

Sitting with Mama alone in her bedroom
She opened her eyes, and then squeezed my hand
She said, I have to go now, my time here is over
And with her final word, she tried to help me understand
Mama whispered softly, Time will ease your pain
Life's about changing, nothing ever stays the same

And she said, How can I help you to say goodbye?
It's OK to hurt, and it's OK to cry
Come, let me hold you and I will try
How can I help you to say goodbye?

How can I help you to say goodbye? Patty Loveless

Does any one know how to get Vasaline out of hair?... Gobs and gobs of it?...I left my vasaline on the counter and Bonnie got it... she used all of it in her hair... It's like grease or something!....

Deana use to be my neighbor when I lived in Dallas… And then one day instead of living next door to me she lived out back in the ally way… It’s amazing how fast life can change when you’re a drug addict. Deana was tall with long blond hair and blue eyes…Her smile took up most of her face and I have to say that she was extremely pretty…. And there wasn’t much more to Deana than that. Even before she succumbed to all the rocked coke her mind was nutty. Once she came to my house to borrow a “loaf” of bread… Not a few pieces but a loaf… I asked her why she needed it and she said she liked the middle……………… What!?

Now as all good rock stars’ do, Deana began to look the part. She became thinner and darkness formed under her eyes….. And she no longer bothered to bath. This in turn caused everyone in the neighbor hood to give her a “new” name… The funky col’ Madeana. Now it didn’t bother Deana to ask if she could borrow you micro wave or your car… and occasionally she found a fool that would go for it but mostly she begged for rides to the bad part of town so she could “stay” high…….. And THAT’S where this story starts really…

I heard the knock on my door about 10 that night… When I looked out the peep hole and saw Deana I thought she might need the phone so I went a head an opened the door. She came in and the first thing she asked was if I could give her a ride. I bet I told her no about 50 times… and then told her to “go on” about 50 more… but she wouldn’t leave. After begging she began to cry…. It was then that I offered her a loaf of bread… She had the nerve to look at me like I was crazy….. After an hour of crying and intense begging like a 4 year old and me trying to push her out of my house I finally gave in! We climbed into my car and I immediately had to put both windows down. I just can’t describe the smell that was hovering over her like a putrid dark haze. It was so sad to me because she had not always been like this… and she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed for having ended up in this situation. After getting directions from her and finally making it to where she wanted to go, I noticed we had ended up on not only the “wrong” side of town but at the wrong TIME as well.. And just as I was fixing to pull over at a store to make her get out I saw blue and red lights behind me. I looked over at Deana who was calm and cool as a cucumber… I wanted to slap her face. Slap it right across the mouth. Instead I pulled over to the curb. My fingers were taping on the wheel as one of the 2 officers approached us… one came up to my side and asked if we were the only two in the car… I thought that strange that he would ask that instead of for my license and registration. I said we were….. He asked us to keep our hands were he could see them as the other officer approached on the passenger side of the car… I was asked a few questions… I seemed to be giving all the right answers too until it came to this question…. “Why are you two girls over here at this time of night? If you know it’s a bad neighbor hood?” My reply was honest… I was just bringing my friend over here to drop her off and she couldn’t decide where she wanted out at… It was then that he leaned down and looked past me at Deana… and so did the cop on her side…I felt sick when the cop on her side said… “Deana?” Then he rose up and explained to the cop on my side that he had run her off from here the night before… “You just won’t take a break in life will you Deana” He said laughing… “Why are you back over here?” Everything seemed to hinge on that question…. They seemed to be in a good mood and we hadn’t really done anything…“Drug Treatment.” had been her reply…And that’s when the smile wiped off his face and he asked us to get out of the car. She had insulted their intelligence past the point of no return! After an intensive search of my car were they tore out the side panel on the passenger side because it looked like something “could” be stashed in there, I sat on the curb with my chin in my hand looking down at the street..… Where we got a speech that I felt like, I DIDN’T DESERVE! Things like… “You don’t look like an addict YET… but keep coming here and you soon will be”…That’s about when I asked how much longer the speech was going to run. For future reference that’s not a good idea so don’t try that yourself. Then we were told we could leave… I didn’t want to take Deana with me but the law made me.. We drove to the end of the neighborhood just out of their site and she asked me to pull over…Of course I did and she jumped out and ran behind some houses down an ally way… I drove off. To my knowledge Deana never became anything other that what she had been the last time I saw her… A dirty drug addict with no hope in life……….. And doesn’t it seem strange that she would out live my beloved mother and your beloved, past family and friends… That She would be left here to see the sun shine and breath the warm air…. So undeserving…

Your Life Path Number is 3

Your purpose in life is to express your unique self. You are a creative and artistic person with an interesting view on life. Witty and outgoing, you enjoy sharing your crazy ideas with anyone who will listen. A total social butterfly, you're the life of any party. In love, you inspire and enchant your partner. You are often an object of fantasy and desire. While you are very talented, you sometimes lack the ambition to put your talents in play. And while your wit carries you a long way, you occasionally use it to mask your true feelings. Your natural abilities can bring you all the success in the world ... if you let them

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What Your Face Says

At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced. Overall, your true self is creative and expressive. With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative. In love, you seem mysterious and interesting. In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.

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