When I was 4 we loved on G st. My mother was a stay home mother so she watched a boy after he got out of Kindergarden. D B would come over always filled with news of what was going on in his classes. He would tell me everything! Everything to the point that I was learning right along with him. At the end of the year, I knew how to read as well as write and andd a few numbers.

When my mother took me in to go to Kindergarden I was bored. The teacher started asking what I knew and I read every book brought to me did the different math problems that were given to me. I knew so much they put me in first grade. But that is getting ahead of myself. After DB would share with me what was going on and have me read all the books he brought home we would play. He was my best friend. I can remember after we moved how much I missed him.

We were still in the same house. The one behind the Rupps in downtown Salida and I was about 2 and a half. The parents had just told my brother Tim and me that we were going to go to some place with water (a lake, pond or river that had a sandy area) where exactly I am not sure and neither does anyone else.

We, my brother and I, were so excited about going we ran across the alley to go tell the Rupps, just like any other excited 2 and 4 year old would do. I was right in front of Tim.

WHAM!!!!!

Time got hit by some kid on a dirt bike. Tim's head hit a rock in the alley and was bleeding all over. My mother was out in seconds. For some reason I remember the kid did a hit and run. He jumped on the bike and took off. His father, the owner of a motor cycle shop called and appologized.
My mother took Tim into the bathroom to wash him off so she coud see where the injuries were on his body. Seeing the hole in Thims head she took him to Penrose Hospital. Needless to say we didn't go to the water. But before shee took my brother to the hospital she made sandwiches to take along in case someone got hungry.

I think I am going to try and write a bit of my life story. I have been wanting to get it down so it will go here. Maybe using the writing I will be able to get more out of my time here and have it be good.

We will see

The highs and lows of my days seem to be extreem. I read them and think there is no way this happened so but I realize it did. I don't just go through life in a calm way. With kids that is impossible. With kids there are wars and rumors of war. Alliances, peace treaties and pacts. And in the blink of an eye all that is washed out the window and war has begun again. But in the calms things happen that are often funny. For instance....

Tonight B asked me what was in a bottle and if it was syrup. Before I could answer W said, "that is the food we bought to feed the bee mom is going to keep."

Of course I was laughing.....B managed to turn the bottle arond and read.

It was honey.

He laughed as well and said, "good one W"

We had a good day over all!!!

Sometime afer I was born we lived in a house right behind the Rupps house downtown Salida on C st.

I used to toddle over to their house to be played with, I say "to be played with" because that is exactly what I was. I was Laura, Jennine, or Sharron's doll in their individual games. Jennine' was playing with me and the always spoild Sharron cane in and wanted to play iwth me. So she grabbed me. Jennine wasn't don and a fight began. Me in the middle.
Tug-o-war was the game now and I was the rope. After a few minutes of this I went home. My mother didn't notice anything wrong till a bit later. I wasn't using my left arm much. As a matter of fact I didn't use it at all. So she took me to the doctor. I had my arm pulled till my shoulder was dislocated. I  remember the pain as it was popped back into place as I reached fore a lolipop.

I went home and was back to playing...and being played with. I don't know if anything happend to Sharron. I do know that Jennine was severly reprimanded by her mother for not letting Sharron play with me.

I am told on the day I was born, the admitance nurse told my father that the hospital wasn't going to admit my mother unless my father could prove he could pay for my birth. This was something he couldn't do. He couldn't pay in full.

And that was teh start of a very intersting thing that I call "My Life".

I believe I respond to live the way I do because of things that have happened in my life.

Two of my earliest memories are....

My mother talking to someone while I sat in  my hich chair. She was talkning about how I was a mistake. The diaphram with foam didn't work. I remember her saying "She is a mistake and now there isn't anything we can do about it! And I (my mother) am not over it yet."

The otehr was sitting on my father's lap as he mumbled wile composing one of his many poems.

Since then...Poetry has always been the way my father and I connected.

Do NOT make a habit of messing with my kids. I am like a feral lioness ready to spring and kill if you mess with them again. Why don't you go and pick on someone your own size. And what do you get some sick pervy feeling taking pictures of my boys and then looking at them later?

If you don't like kids move else where. There are loads of places that are for singles and just adults. This is a family community and you have forced people to cower in fear because you make so much noise and then the HOA calls them. I think we need to get you reomved from your post. You need to either direct your misguided "betterments" and use them to get rid of those that are teh ones really causing problems. It was the boys you defended today that stole a phone from a just barely adult. And chased down a 14 year old. It was those boys that my son pulled off of a 9 year old that they were "dealing with". What adult has to beat the crap out of a 10 year old? He was just playing at the park for fuckes sake!!!

Take care of the place.....not by making sure kids can't play but make sure it is safe for them to play.

We aren't allowed to play in the hose. Now the kids aren't able to play in the sripinkless...over my dead body will you intimidate my kids again. YES My kids will not listen to you because I have told them what they can and can't do NOT YOU..NEVER  YOU.

You are a pinched up old bat. You don't have anyone around because no one likes you or wants to be around you. The only reason the people above me are nice to you is because they want something from you... NO PROBLEMS with their house repairs. They don't want you running off to the board and screaming about them doing worng.....we are sick and tired of it all. We are going to rise up against you till you either behave like a human or you move to somewhere else.

Signed....

ME

Tonight at dinner D was gone with R at the beach and I had cooked burgers. E was silent as usual and untalkative except to reprimand the boys for silly little things like laughing with their mouths full or burping from the soda.

T, B and W were playing their silly game....

T---Then I throw a boomerang at you. (Legend of Zelda reference)
ME---and I use the force to make sure it doesn't hit one of us. (Star Wars reference)
T---Then I use the Master Sword (LoZ)
B---Then I use a light saber to slice the Master Sword (SW)
W---I curl up into a ball and drop bombs and roll away (Metroid)
ME---I use the cube and turn it into a mini robot (transformers)
T---Then I unleash a whirlwind (pokemon)
B---I run in the opposite way so that I make the whirlwind disapear (Zoom)
W---I run really fast and jump on your head and collect your coin (Mario Brothers)
T---Then I leave my body and take the shape of a wolf and chase you down to kill you (Twilight)

This conversation went on and on. The whole time we were laughing and at one point W laugh turned to a snort and 7up shot out of his nose. At this point T and B laughed even harder. B lost the bite he was eating and we are all laughing. This was a great meal. Not so much because of the food (BBQed Burgers are good) but because of the fun and laughter. I wish we could have more days like this.

Last night insted of sleeping I went over all the things I have written here and posted, some private, some protected and I realize I have lost my ability to use words. I used to post poetry, prose, stories, and such. I may just use this to go farther and post some of my life....

I'll see.

I was debating wheather I should close this down so I didn't take up space in the xanga world but then thought better of it. I have decided to keep this and use this for writing what I need to write. I know that no one comes and sees what is here so I will use this for my sanity. I will write what I need. Some of it will be true and some of it will be based on truth. I will write things like what I should have said. Or what I wanted to say but didn't. I want to write to specific people. I want to be able to rant and rave if I want. So if you really actually read this site....be respectful this is for me and not for you. This is the only space that is private from those in my family. I don't have my own computer to write a journal in so go away if you don't like what I say.

I hope to update this daily.

I have never been claustriphobic.....but today I feel suffocated. I can't get air. I know how to not feel this way....but I can't do what is needed.

If I write something here and no one reads it does it mean that the words I think I wrote don't exist??