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Thursday, January 16
what fucked version of hello kittie are you?
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Wednesday, January 15
I was about 4 or 5 years old. I was told over and over not to walk away from the house, no real explantion, just don't do it, "cuz I said so". If I wanted to play in the front yard, I had to stay in “my yard”. My parents were really good friends with the people that lived directly behind our house. They were older than my parents, more like a young grandma and grandpa to me. We had a connecting gate in our back yard that would go directly into their back yard. Often, that gate was left unlocked or open, and we would go to their house via the back yard. Or visa versa for our neighbors. Life was different then, neighbors were a good thing. Not people you wanted to stay away from at any costs.
One day, I had wanted to visit with these neighbors (I always visited with people way older than me, I’ve been told I have a “old soul”), but this time the gate was locked. No biggie I thought, I know I’m not suppose to walk away from the house, but these are good people, my parents wont mind this time, it's not like they are strangers. So I walked around the block, I’d say no more than a quarter mile if that, right to our neighbors house to visit. And there they were, out front doing some yard work.
At any rate time flew and next thing I hear is my father yelling at the top of his voice “Laura Elaine”…..LOUD. I heard it as if he was right there next to me. I knew I was busted. Big time. But didn’t know just how bad, until I met up with my parents walking the opposite direction to come get me.
First thing my dad said was, “what in the fuck are you doing all the way around the block”? I said “just visiting”, not a good answer I guess, because he proceeded to kick my ass, and said, “you better get your little ass home” “right fucking now”. Well you don’t have to tell me twice, I started running. There he was behind me…..walking faster and faster (I was only 4-5 years old, couldn't run fast to save my life), he caught up to me, and kicked me again. I almost fell. But didn’t. Once I made it home, I ran to my room. Thinking that was the safest place. I was wrong. My dad walked into the house, yelled “Laura, get your ass out here”. I was so scared. I never thought he’d get this pissed. I’d never seen this before. I walked out into the living room, and he told me to go to the chair and hold on to the arms so that I wouldn’t fall down. He was holding a piece of wood, like a stake you put into the ground to hold up trees, it was about 2 ½ feet long, and about an inch thick. (Later on this stick was called “the stick”.) So I did what he said, but I guess I was so scared, more than even I knew, I started to piss my pants. All over me and the floor, this pissed my dad off even more. He told me to grab the arms of the chair, and he started spanking me so hard with “the stick”, over and over. I’m thinking to myself, my god, what did I do? I thought ok, he’ll stop once Mom tells him to, she’s just got to make him stop.
My mother started to yell and plead “what are you doing, stop hitting her, your going to really hurt her”….after he hit me for what seemed like hours, he told me I was grounded for a month, and I would spend it in my room. I really fucked up this time. But he never came to explain why he was so pissed. I just guess because I did something he told me not to do. Period. Not that someone could have kidnapped me, I could have been hit by a car. Nothing. Next day it was like nothing ever happened. Yet I was still grounded. Never once did he say sorry, or explain his actions.
My dad had just started what was 18 years of drinking. And I got the first of his anger fits, he often got from his drinking. This was only the beginning of my hate for him. To this day it continues. Little things will dredge up old feelings.
Tuesday, January 14
Let me first start off by saying a big WHOOO HOOOOO to my boys for whippin the JETS!!! Ohhh yeah baby we did it!! I'm still in shock. It ain't over yet, we still have one more game. I'm not gonna go gettin' my hopes up either. I've been a Raider fan por vida and I KNOW them too well.
And in other news .....my Monday nights have gotten 110% better thanks to the Discovery Channel and my new most favorite show on this earth, Monster Garage. Is it still against the law to be married to two people? Cuz ummmm I'm a lovin' Mr. Jesse James. BIG TIME. But he's married already, and so am I....so shizznit, that dream is squashed. But damn damn damn....there is just something about a tattooed man ridin' a tricked out chopper!!!! This latest ride the guys modified is the best yet, I think. The "Satan-bulance"!! Fucking awesome!!! A ambulance doing wheelies!!!! Wonder if Jesse would adopt me?!??!?!
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