It's a GOING..

I don't remember what I wrote on the last blog, I don't even read it now an' days. I use to to see if I need to do something or remind myself of certain things.

I have been pushing myself (literally) physically to do things even though I catch heck at the end. I keep telling myself "Have faith, believe in yourself" and it seems to be working just fine. I can walk further, I can do things without my 'Oxytank' for up to half an hour (physically active) but on down time, I can do without for about 2 hours. When I'm weak at something, I keep trying and trying until I do it.

Some of my memories are coming back. I remembered my other nephew and neice.. my neighbors I remembered their names. It's still in recovery process, but it's going.

Upon my return from the hospital, I got a message in my inbox on myspace. It was a grapevine thing from an old friend of mine from way back when. I was surprised she stopped drinking and was converted to LDS, and married in the Temple. She was telling me about the church and how I should go back despite my differences from the past. I actually remembered why I quit going to church. I remember that. How can I not?

It was the first time Hubs and I started having problems, and since he didn't feel comfortable talking to me alone he asked the Bishop to intervene. So we went to his office to talk. I knew I was going to be the target here. I am a minor, and a woman. Two white well educated men can try to manipulate a woman to change her views, but not this one. He said I should be more submissive and one day I will understand and accept hubby as he is. The Bishop was stern with his deep voice.. and he's a big man. I said "I don't think so, and no I will not accept this kind of spousal behavior." One thing lead to another, and I downright just blew up and told him off. He yelled back at me and said he will NOT have that kind of language in his office. I told him something else, and slammed the door after me. That was it. I thought you had to be a mighty fool to put up with shit like that. I did at one time, and I lost my son. I sure as hell NOT going to go through that again. NEVER!!

TroyKing is back in our house, and he is being pleasant to be around and helps out with chores and such. He is delighted to be here, and we let him make his own decisions.. he needs to, he will be eighteen next year. I tell him education is so important, and then a career.. Yesterday, I talked to him about going back to church or have some kind of sense of religion. Aside from the childish behavior we need to have a higher power in our lives.

O, dinner is here..so is the rest of the crew.. SO.. ttyl.


Crispy clear in Farmington, foggy in Bloomfield.


I like this old Barnhouse. I wish I lived like these people.