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On the flip side of that, there was an interesting case back when I was in high school. This woman (a night nurse) got called to work because of an emergency and her boyfriend was the only one who could watch her kid. Well, she got to work and it turned out the person on duty had panicked prematurely, so she was able to go home early. When she got home she found the boyfriend masturbating over the sleeping child--and she killed him. No prison sentence or public outcry for "letting her" get away with it either.What ticked me off to no end is that often when a child is killed or severely injured by the mother's husband/boyfriend the mother is arrested for child endangerment because "she knew or should have known he was a threat". Why were there no similar charges? Is it just blatant sexism, since the genders were reversed?
This is, my social media site, so I can't spread the word, but I did donate as much as I could. (It's not much, I'm afraid, we're still watching every penny, but it's all I can do.)I am glad that everybody seems to have a wonderful Mothers' Day.
I have been busy setting up a GoFundMe page for my son and his family.
Ray is a long distance truck driver with an impeccable record of 15 years. For once he took his son Chris, age 26, with him on the truck to show him what it's like to be on the road for 10 days straight. He also keeps a small dog with him to guard the truck when he is absent (potty breaks, meals etc) or sleeping.
On Friday he was involved in a bad accident near Beaver in Utah on Hwy 15, authorities are surprised that anyone survived as the truck turned over, Ray actually was already out of the truck by the time authorities arrived, looking for his son, they both had their seatbelts on, and both of them ended up in the hospital: Ray with a cracked vertebra and lacerations that took 10 stitches on his head plus some more, also bruises all over. Chris has a compound fracture on his femur, two cracked vertebrae, his scalp was torn off his scull, lacerations and bruises all over. Ray has been released from the hospital and Chris is out of ICU. Chris has had his leg set with a rod in it, his scalp has been replaced and sewn back on and he will have a skin graft on Monday where the skin was torn off his leg and hip. The dog suffered from burns from hot motor oil on his body and face and is utterly confused, he had spent two nights in a shelter of the Humane Society.
Ray's wife Laurie had come from their hometown of Reno, NV to see both of them, a nine hour trip. She and Ray will go home after Chris' surgery on Monday, they can't afford to stay in a motel until Chris can be released, who knows how long that will take, weeks probably.
Ray will not be able to work for a while, Chris suffers with severe Aspergers and is unable to hold a job and Laurie has a lung disease that also keeps her from working. Ray does not know if he will still have a job when he is able to work again as he had started with this company only a month ago. In the meantime the bills are piling up. He is also beating himself up over the accident and having caused the injuries to his son by taking him with him.
If anyone can help this family while Ray is unable to work they can donate at
Click here to support Ray's Medical & Emergency Fund organized by Irena Weygold
please spread the word. I have also put it on my facebook page
For me this is not a good Mothers' Day, it must be worse for Laurie.
All those who have family around them today send a few good thoughts to Ray and Chris and if you can then donate, any amount will help. Thank you.
What is Fear Thy Neighbor? I've never heard of it. (Then again; I don't watch much TV.)Watching a Fear Thy Neighbor rerun, sometimes on this show when one neighbor is being interviewed for their side, they lie through their teeth in a clumsy attempt to make you hate the other side, but it's so clumsy of a lie that they sound ridiculous. The one I'm watching, the old woman just sounded so stupid when she tried to make you hate the other side by saying "My cats never crossed the property line to their side!" Yeah, sure, cats are super-respectful of human created property lines. Suuuuuure. It was not a surprise when the other neighbor said "They were using my garden as a litter box."
(I found the smileys again!)oh, my Dears! I have Done a Terrible Thing. I went into the utility closet to put some things away, and someone crept in behind me and hid, and I Locked the Cat in the CLOSET! Oh, there were pitiful meows, and scratchings at doors, and yowlings! Took me a minute to find her. Let her out, apologized abjectly, but was held hostage emotionally until Temptations were forthcoming. I am happy to report that All Is Forgiven now.
Man, we had a terrible time with Slipper doing that. She'd get locked in closets, drawers, bathrooms, bedrooms, and somehow even got shut in the linen closet once (which is quite a feat since the door doesn't close properly and is always cracked). I miss her.I have a worse one for you;
It was when I first Adopted Artie. He was so frisky, and inquisitive.
I was working, and out of the house 12 hours per day.
My morning routine was: Up early to feed, play, brush Artie, get ready for work. I went into my store room to get a bottle of water for my lunch.
I left wet and dry food out for him all day. Artie usually greeted me at the door when I came home.
Fast forward 12 hours later: I came home, no Artie greeting me. Looked ate the food area, nothing eaten from either dish. Looked at the litter box, not used.. Started calling him everywhere!
"Artie, Artie, Artie, where are you?"
looked under the bed, under and behind furniture, in my clothes closet..
NOTHING...
Kept on calling him.. looked again in clothes closets, under bed, in corners, under furniture...
Even looked outside the apartment, on my floor, to see if he was hiding in a corner.. I was getting frantic..
Opened the doors to my laundry area.. even looked in washer and dryer.. behind and underneath the water tank. NOTHING...
Finally, I thought I heard a faint meow...
I opened up the store room... the only place I did not look earlier... and Artie was there!!
He must have snuck in when I was quickly getting my water..
It was pitch dark in there, and he had jumped on top of my 'granny' cart, making it fall halfway across the entrance. He was hiding on a shelf in there..
As soon as I opened the door, he ran right out!! Yelling at me..
I felt terrible..
The sweet, scared little boy.. and such a good boy. He was locked in there for 12 hours, no food, no water, no litter box.. He managed not to pee or poop for 12 hours!!!!
To this day, Artie is still kind of afraid of that closet. He wants to go in to investigate, but when he sees me come near it, he runs out.....
Needless to say, I cuddled him, covered him with kisses, and felt so bad..
Since then, when I leave he house, I make sure I know where he is....