tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58526726582068839082024-03-05T07:22:13.112-05:00Mimi The GreatThe obsessive compulsive delusions of a Mommie,pug enthusiast and resident wise ass!Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-20020648544096582212012-09-03T00:02:00.001-04:002012-09-03T00:14:53.622-04:00Well played Untrustables, well played!The flat faces in Mimiland have been oddly quiet as of late. It was almost refreshing after the whole "Operation Fuck up Mommies Blinds" of late August. <br />
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Hurricane Isaac's remnants are hitting Mimiland and a good monsoon seemed to be the perfect recipe to actually super clean my house. <br />
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Honing in on the kitchen, I mopped the floors MYSELF. I fucking hate mopping the floors but I did it spectacularly in cute shoes. Not heels, but Vera Wang ballet flats nonetheless. Really, mopping and vacuuming rank right up there with going to WalMart on purpose or a public colonoscopy. The floor dried and the untrustables gathered at my feet as I gathered and bagged garbage and sat it by the door to be taken out the moment the torrential downpour eased. Feeling slightly accomplished, I took a selfish moment to pee. What in the blue hell was I thinking!?<br />
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I peed, washed my hands and returned to the kitchen where I interrupted mass fucking destruction of the garbage! LuLu's fat ass is sitting IN a pizza box licking any nibble of cheese she can find, Bella and Joey are ripping apart roughly two boxes of Kleenex that has been disposed of this week and Cullen and Petey are balls (well, empty ball sacs) deep in watermelon while Trudy goes sibling to sibling, graciously accepting and shredding their trash scraps.<br />
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They pause slightly to take in my reaction of,"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" before proceeding to chew the hell out of the trash. <br />
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Dogshaming! Puhlease. Amatuers!<br />
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Pacey loves classical music, hard rock, punk, pop and rap. He loves soundtracks and Muse is his go-to band along with Linkin Park. Ashton is my old soul, The Beatles, The Monkees,Green Day, Run DMC, My Chemical Romance, One Direction and Jay Z. Miss Sophie Anabelle is a full on Bieber enthusiast but adores GaGa, Taylor Swift, Carly Rae Jepsom and Jay Z. <br />
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Judge all you want but two things you'll never doubt about my trio and I---we love GLEE and JayZ. Boom. I'm not ashamed. <br />
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Once Sophie asked why a song being played sounded so sad and I had to explain to her that it was country music. Bah. I digress.<br />
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After two long football practices and a trip to grandmas, we finally came home and I started dinner while Thing One,Thing Two and Thing Three put Michael Jackson's THIS IS IT on the tv to watch. <br />
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They love this movie and watch It daily only TODAY Sophie asked of we could go see Michael Jackson in concert. <br />
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I replied simply that no, he wasn't alive anymore so the best we can do is watch this. Now, the kids and I have discussed his death time and again with Sophie present and never once did we encounter an issue. Not today buddy. Her jaw drops, hands on her hips,"HE'S DEAD!? Forever!?!"<br />
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At this point, her chin is trembling and the diva sob is working its way to fruition,"I LOOOOOOOVE MICHAAAAEL JACKKKKKSON! He can't be dead! I love him! Please can we go, please!?"<br />
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Now look, I snuggled her, brought her tissues and a glass of water and she's still crying Oprah style with hiccups ad I'm just OVAH it. <br />
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Apparently, I should have been able to facilitate a meet and greet PRE death and I failed. <br />
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It's 11:30 pm, she's no longer crying but she's decided she's going to the concert anyway. I imagine the concert in question is to be determined!Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-50162183758574080722012-08-21T12:55:00.001-04:002012-08-28T23:22:30.693-04:00Shame The Untrustables--Blog StyleLet me just take this moment to say that the past few weeks have been a chaotic blur that can be best described as an ass massive CLUSTERFUCK!<br />
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We went from being balls deep in summer, late bedtimes, water parks, drive in movies and the addition of Petey Pablo and Lulu to our crew to attempting to get on a school schedule and two football practices a day.<br />
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Last week, my trio started school in grades 5, 4 and Kindergarten. In all the back to school shopping, preparing and starting, we have yet to adjust or manage our time in a sufficient manner. Suffice it to say, I'm fucking exhausted---picture a zombie fromThe Walking Dead but slightly more alive and the stress level of some CEO with a sex scandal on his hands.<br />
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With a few hours free, I decide a nap is essential and snuggle in for a peaceful dose of much needed recuperation. I flung my jeans off and hopped in bed, switched my iPhone to silent and dozed the hell off. <br />
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Now just before I reach the portion of heavenly rest where Hines Ward and I unite for kissy time, a symphony of LOUD AS SHIT barking and snorting commences in the family room, followed by a bang which I imagined was Trudy running into the wall....again. Oy vey. <br />
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With my eyes still shut, I sincerely hope the barking will cease and I can drift back off into dreamland. Does it cease? Oh HAIL NAH, no it does not. What it does do is become louder and more incessant. I have no choice but to haul my ass outta bed and see what these felons have done now. Truly, I didn't expect anything atrocious....JOKES ON ME!<br />
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I walk through the hallway of disheveled blankets that they've pulled out of the laundry, down the hallway and into the family room that should be dim considering that I hadn't opened the blinds but hell nah, it's bright. Like, the clouds parted and Jesse Jackson looked down upon me and cursed me with brilliant light and that's when I realize what these assholish jagaloons have done. <br />
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Before I share with you the utter decimation that these jerks have caused, let me first tell you that Trudy Loo AKA Tru has long held the title of #1 deviant. Trudy was named after my favorite Reno 911 deputy Trudy Weigel and has lived up to this name if not superseding the bullshit and ignorant quota associated with this name. She licks windows, always has something in her mouth-whether it be a squinkie, hot wheel, q tip, VS panties, socks, wrappers to anything, toilet paper, socks, cat and dog shit ( she doesn't discriminate) and tampons. Yes, used fucking tampons. That particular discovery happened at a family gathering right through the house with my daughter screaming hysterically because she was sure Tru caught a naked mole rat. *thud* suffice it to say, Tru has always been the main mischief maker in Mimiland. However, her title is hanging in the balance after what I just witnessed with Petey Pablo and Cullen Carlisle. Nutless bastards.<br />
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Picture this, blankets strewn about through the hallway and living room and a blinding light in the family room, barking, snorting and Cullen SCREAMING bloody murder is getting louder and louder and that's when I get a full view of my blinds. Holy fucking shit. It wasn't just my blinds but the two fat, flat faced fucks stuck IN my ripped to fucking shreds blinds and the four "innocent"(and i use that term loosely) going batshit crazy around them.<br />
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At this point, Cullen bolts out of the blinds and Petey's harness gets caught in the blinds and he's just stuck. I managed to get one photo that won't upload for shit but I will not rest until it does. <br />
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During this ruckus and the slew of profanity that exited my mouth with perfect fluidity --Trudy pisses all over the hardwood floors. That little tinkle sent them to "DA BIG LOCKDOWN" as opposed to being baby gated while I assess and reconstruct damage. Rarely are they ever subjected to such torture. If you look really closely at the one photo that will upload that there are also nose and ass prints all over the window as they were going HAM, barking at our mail carrier. Classy. <br />
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Anyone want to pug sit!?<br />
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Jay stumbled across Brando on eBay classifieds and couldn't deny this fella a real forever home. His previous owner neglected him grossly, bred him incessantly and simply got rid of him when he no longer suited her particular needs. I think she's a wretched DOOSH. Just sayin.<br />
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Upon saving this baby, he wasn't feeling well and was taken to the bet where it was discovered that in his lifetime, Brando simply existed. The way he carried himself indicated he had spent his life in a crate, very little interaction and sick with heartworms.<br />
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Heartworms are easily tested for and quite preventable. There's no excuse for a pug, or any pet for that matter, to suffer with such an easily preventable disease that can kill them. My crew of ill behaved untrustables are on a monthly pill, trifexis, which is their flea and heartworm pill combined. I pay $18 dollars a pill a month to ensure this fatal disease remains at bay---an extremely small price to pay for the peace of mine and health of my flat faces. <br />
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Poor Brando has heartworms, a yeast infection, ear mites in addition to hookworms and "whips". This poor little guy had never experienced REAL love and companionship OR a healthy existence....UNTIL NOW! <br />
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Jay and Jeremy have opened their hearts, home and finances to do anything it takes to heal Brando from the inside out. These guys are my heros, not only saving Brando's life PHYSICALLY but giving him the love and family that he so desperately deserves!<br />
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From myself, Pacey, Ashton and Sophie Anabelle (my human miniatures) and Bella, Cullen, Trudy Loo, Joey, Petey Pablo and Talulah Eloise and even that stinkin feline Sookie: GET WELL BRANDO! We love you and send all the juju and shenanigans imaginable for a speedy recovery and a lifetime of love and snuggles from your daddies! My untrustables have it on good account that Uncle Jay and Aunt Jeremy are two of the best people on earth! Psssst: a gift from us will arrive soon :) <br />
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Now y'all have surely seen the episode of The Office where Michael hits Meredith with his car, cracks her pelvis and it's at the hospital that it's discovered that she contracted rabies from an unrelated issue when Dwight trapped her head in a bag with a bat, right? This fear is totally founded and logical. So what if I have short hair now, bats are still very futile vermin.<br />
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Picture this, we're at my moms house catching up and whatnot and she tells us there's a bat upstairs and it's hanging from my sisters bedroom doorframe asleep. Naturally, my hooligans want to see this flying terror in its upside down, sleeping state. I fucking don't. <br />
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My sister instructs them to be silent and they trot upstairs to take in the vision of this nocturnal mother fucker in all it's glory. I do not. I'm not above letting my kids see Mommie has a little bit of sense and a healthy amount of fear. <br />
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It takes roughly thirty minutes of me obsessing over this little bastard before I decide I need to see this shit in real life. I sneak up the stairs all on my tip toes....cause you know that's the most quiet way to go about not waking a bat. I look to the right and sure as shit, that sumbitch is hanging from the doorway. And my hand to Oprah, Tom Cruise, Tim Tebow and God---the fucker IMMEDIATELY TURNED ITS HEAD TOWARDS ME AND OPENED ITS MALICE FILLED EYES!<br />
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Mind you, it's still hanging but that hate machine is awake. I HAUL ASS down the hallway, turn the corner and gently knock on the bathroom door in an immediate plea to get someone to catch this rabid bitch before I meet my end. I wanna swim with dolphins, kiss Hines Ward and strive for world peace while vacationing in Australia and New Zealand----none of which can be accomplished if I die at the will of a bat.<br />
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It is MID-FUCKING-KNOCK that this homicidal bitch flies around the corner and straight at my mother fucking face. AT MY FACE. <br />
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I know everyone thinks I'm exaggerating but I shit you not fella's, STRAIGHT FOR MY FUCKING FACE.<br />
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I do what any reasonable girl would do when a bat on bath salts decides to go HAM on me, I screamed bloody murder people---bloody effin murder---and hit the g'dayum floor.<br />
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BOOM-Mimi down! Mimi down! I didn't stop there! Still screaming *and crying* real fucking tears, I army crawl (in a sundress) down the hallway, tuck myself in the tornado position against the bookcase.<br />
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Shame was lost on me. I hear my sister Lillie coming up the stairs and I manage to look up and yell,"NO! GO DOWNSTAIRS,IT'S ALIVE!" <br />
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Apparently, this greedy bat bitch has now heard my plea for help and we make fucking eye contact and he swoops again. I almost threw up, I went from the fetal position with my hands covering my head to down flat, praying Oprah,Gayle and Nancy Grace would show up and save the day! <br />
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Alas, the bat was caught in a net and set free to terrorize someone else. Now, not only do my trio regularly like to tell my tale of horror BUT they also know that Mommie will scream like a little bitch if a bat apocolypse should ever occur. Nice.Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-76579671601813277332012-07-28T00:19:00.001-04:002012-07-28T00:58:35.431-04:00Petey Pablo and Talulah "LULU" Eloise and their ANGELS!I believe in fate, kismet...in everything happening for a reason. Whatever should be, will be.<br />
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If you asked me ONE WEEK AGO what I'd be doing, I can assure you that driving to Michigan to rescue two 7 year old pugs that were essentially confined to a hallway was not on my agenda.<br />
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With my foster, Emma Bea, happily settled into her forever home, I did have an emptiness that nagged at me but I knew that fostering right now wasn't an option. <br />
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My twin in profanity & pug adoration,Laura, came across a friend of a friend who had two bonded pugs that she needed to rehome. Two pugs, two small girls and another on the way left little room or time for this dynamic duo. <br />
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An instantaneous outpouring of fosters and homes were offered and I couldn't help but immediately offer to take these two in and love them every single day for the rest of their lives. <br />
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After two days of emails, calls and texts, I was blessed beyond belief when I was chosen to be Petey and LuLu's Mommie!<br />
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Within hours, Laura and I planned a road trip to Michigan to pick up my additions and bring them to Mimiland! <br />
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Laura, without hesitation navigated, encouraged and gave so selflessly of herself to being this pair of flat faces to their forever home. <br />
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Now, I'm not saying that profanity wasn't spewed at bad drivers or that shenanigans were not had but that's an R rated....potentially X rated story for another time. <br />
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It was love at first sight! Their names it them to a T so I tweaked middle names to welcome them into the warped world I live in. Petey is now Petey Pablo and LuLu is Talulah Eloise. Formal names because we're all fancy and shit!<br />
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Without any pause in the untrustables behalf, the dynamic duo was welcomed with open food bowls and tons of toys to share. It was kismet, fate.<br />
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Petey Pablo needed neutered and palette surgery will be required for one, if not both of them. I knew this going in and it was a burden I knew was mine.<br />
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I've always said that pug people are the best people in the entire world. I'm incredibly lucky to be a part of a group devoted to our flatties and each other. <br />
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Unbeknownst to me, these incredible people rallied together and called our trusted Vet and donated generously towards "The Parrow Pugs". These amazing souls, from all over the country love Petey and LuLu so much and gave so selflessly of themselves that even now, I'm stunned.<br />
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Today as I dropped off Petey to be neutered, I was greeted by the entire staff at some point in the visit. Everyone wanted to meet the pugs that so many people love and adore.<br />
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Angel and Megan had tears in their eyes, telling me that my friends were angels on earth and miracles workers. An understatement. I can never in a million years express the immense gratitude and overwhelming sense of love I'm filled with at this moment. <br />
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Dr. Radcliffe said that he had never seen such an outpouring of generosity and unity towards a rescue and for me, THIS GESTURE of unconditional love and teamwork has humbled me and taught me so much about the true human spirit and how much good our furry friends bring out in one another.<br />
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Petey was a trooper and recovered well, I literally couldn't wait to pick him up. <br />
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Pacey and I went in and were greeted by another tech to check us out and reunite us with our little guy. She smiled, shook her head and handed us our paperwork and said that we had quite a credit on our account. <br />
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*thud* <br />
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I'm the luckiest girl on earth. This was far and wide a TEAM RESCUE and these babies have such a phenomenal and selfless family. In this experience, I learned something that I'll meet forget and I'll always strive to do for others---I was rescued in so many ways. I'll never be able to repay the kindness, love and generosity of so many selfless people! Thank you from the bottom of my heart <3<br />
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I have three human miniatures (kids) ages 10,8 and *almost* 5. Two boys and a girl, yeah. Now that we've established that, we can now establish that yesterday we celebrated super awesome Independence Day with the family at my brothers. It's my FAVORITE holiday! It typically entails drinking but the responsibility of driving home killed that dream. Oy vey.<br />
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Swimming,hottubbing,eating, fireworks, karaoke and insane amounts of shenanigans were had until about three in the morning when this SOBER Mommie loaded the children and all their accessories and belongings into Lucie Lancer and drove home and into the garage. At this point, I can HEAR the Untrustables (pugs) going HAM because they hear us and the boys are running around willy nilly tormenting one another while I carry a very limp diva to the door and unlock the sumbitch. Teeth are grudgingly brushed and within ten minutes, silence has commenced but I'm too tired to care and I go the hell to bed too. Damn. <br />
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I told you that, to tell you this. This group of party animals slept in until about noon, for real! It sounds great and really, it was except that I had to get up way earlier to take pugs potty and feed and water the insatiable freaks and I attempt to go right back to bed. Not easy, it's light outside and I have a monstrous headache so after some aleve and water, I'm snuggled in my bed exhausted but not able to sleep. <br />
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I get on the iPhone, get Netflix goin and plow through several episodes of Weeds season 6 until I doze off, which gained me about forty five minutes of mediocre sleep before the troops have woken with an intense sensation of hunger and irritation. Eh, I'll take it. <br />
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Still with me? Long and drawn out I know but you really need to realize the level of irritation I was in and take not that my nonsense intake was not in a charitable mood. <br />
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Things One,Two and Three are fed and watching a movie because apparently Indiana has reached it's peak in HELL setting. I'm just saying if I break a sweat yawning outside, we are staying inside or going to a water park and I didn't have the ability or motivation to tackle half dressed people that have no damn business being anything but mummified to protect my gag reflex. Inside it is. <br />
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After twenty minutes of arguing over which movie, who sits where and who is breathing too loudly or sitting too closely or whatfuckingever, there is a calm. This is my cue to go shower and listen to music that is not only inappropriate and filled with profanity but also makes me happy. I firmly believe anytime you can combine Manaj, Jay Z and Kanye with dirty words and the phrase,"I'm a MUTHA FUCKIN MONSTA!" it's a win. <br />
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Any parent that says they don't use the restroom as an escape at least once is a bold faced liar. I don't care if you're super nanny, Mary effin Poppins, we need to get away from these mouth breathers sometimes! I'm in a towel, brushing my teeth listening to a naughty song and acquiring mental "swag" and the damn door flies open and Pacey immediately starts in on some comic book coming out in two weeks. I'm looking at him just waiting for him to realize that he just busted in on his Mom in the bathroom wrapped in a towel and nothing else and be traumatized and get the hell out! Does he? Oh hellllll nah. He pauses for a nano second, just long enough to hear Jay Z drop the f bomb. Great. <br />
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He grins, totally my kid,"Mom, is that Jay Z?"<br />
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Now I'm just proud, the kid has taste!<br />
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"Because he just said the f word. We can't say that."<br />
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He has a point but so do I and dammit I'm kinda over it! Get out, fuck.<br />
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Me:"Yes, it's Jay Z and yes he said the f word and Mommie is REALLLLLLY close to saying it too if I can't get dressed alone!"<br />
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I'm still utterly dumbfounded that his sense of modesty hasn't kicked in yet. This is the same kid, along with his younger brothers assistance, lodged a complaint with me because their friends said I was cute. Apparently, they wanted me to ugly it up a bit. Gawd. Jerks. These SAME kids have no compunction about entering the bathroom with the force of a DEA raid!<br />
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Pacey:"Will you make me popcorn?"<br />
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What the hell! As if I could facilitate a massive popcorn popping festival from the bathroom, really!? And you're ten, walk into the kitchen, open the cabinet and get the popcorn and proceeded to the microwave and pop the hell out of it! Damn!<br />
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I'm sure you're asking why I didn't lock the door and I admit, you make a great point. I'll tell you why. In the tenish years I've had children, I've had each one lock themselves inside (more than once) and proceed into a full meltdown. When I say "meltdown", I do not mean a little crying and a slight panic. I want you to envision one of those homely, morally compromised women on Maury that are seeking DNA testing and upon learning the nineteenth guy tested ain't "da baby daddy" and loses her shit. Wailing, speaking in tongues, convulsions....that kind of shit. Not to mention the inevitable breaking into the bathroom to rescue them and the clean up afterwards. No thanks. <br />
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With Pacey gone and the door cracked, Ashton and Sophie make their move! Do I know how to spell Justin Bieber? Will Green Day tour here soon and if so, will I take him (Ashton) and only him? <br />
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It's at this time that Sophie has decided to give me a play by play of her favorite parts of The Avengers with a mini reenactment. She's totally The Hulk punching Thor, pretending to punch Ashton in the side of the noggin and he appropriately throws himself on the floor in defeat and then enlisting her lamby to show me how The Hulk made Loki his bitch and threw him around like a ragdoll. Pretty creative and whatnot but I'm in a dayum towel! Get OUT!<br />
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They retreat to create new nonsense and the Untrustables enter and sit to stare at me and occasionally lick my leg. <br />
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I realize peeing without assistance may be just a novelty but c'mon, let's not make a social gathering of it! <br />
Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-36461765575612824302012-07-02T21:35:00.001-04:002012-07-02T22:46:09.794-04:00The Hardest Goodbye- Aunt Emma BeaWhen I say I'm writing this through tears, please know that I'm under exaggerating the sheer disastrous sob that's really occurring. The "I can't breathe, there might be snot all over my face and f*ck, now I've got the hiccups" kind of cry.<br />
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Two months ago, my heart was changed in such a miraculous and incredible way. I walked into an animal shelter and left with an eight year old, partially blind pug named Aunt Bea. <br />
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Her skin was a disaster, she was covered in fleas and her eyes crusted with God knows what. Her stench was tolerable and the look of absolute gratitude as I scooped her into my arms was the most heartwarming thing. <br />
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Weary and confused, she trusted me to put her in the car and take her home. She trusted me to love get unconditionally and take her to the vet, cook for her and treat her wounds around the clock. <br />
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Weeks passed and with each day she grew more confident and trusted me more. At meal times, she'd linger so Sophie would inevitably hand feed her, which she adored. <br />
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I've said time and time again that pug people are truly the most amazing people in the world, my pug group really rallied around Aunt Emma Bea and sent her love from all around te country! Love that encouraged her and brought out her tenacious spirit! <br />
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Within the last two weeks, Bea's true personality emerged in such an astounding way! She began to walk with confidence and wiggle her entire body when she was happy and bark and "talk" when she wanted to express herself. <br />
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She MASTERED the art of begging. Winking, barking, talking and telepathically willing me to give up my people yummies to her, you've seen that face---who could resist!? Not I!<br />
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From day 1, I knew this day was coming and I had managed to push that out of my mind and heart until the very last second. Today, Aunt Emma Bea went to live with her forever family on her very own Happy Tail. <br />
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She has two brothers, Buster and Charlie and a sweet human kid name Daniel who is spoiling her beyond imagination as we speak. <br />
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I wish I could say that I handled her departure with grace, composure an maturity but I'll be honest, I'm devastated. I'm lost. I feel numb, empty and distraught. But overall, I feel rescued. Aunt Emma Bea gave me a gift that I could never repay her. She gave me her trust, her love and her complete willingness to give second chances. She rescued me. <br />
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I already miss you immensely Emma Bea, I miss your snuggles and your funny barks but I cannot wait to see you again lovey girl! <br />
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I want to thank Suzanne and her family for giving Bea the fairytale she deserves. 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I've blogged about her before as Otto's Mommie and and again as a former Scientologist whose adult children have been forced to disconnect from her because she has a critical view of the Church of Scientology and have continuously and relentlessly harassed her in a failed attempt to keep her silent. If you're unfamiliar with her story, please look into my past posts, you'll be riveted and heartbroken.<br />
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Today is her son Jeremy's birthday, his 19th. This marks the second birthday that Lori has missed with her son, that she loves and adores more than life itself. It is for him that she continues to speak out, to share her guy wrenching story in an attempt to save others from this heartache and end the cruel and inhumane abuses that run rampant in Scientology. <br />
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On June 9, 1993, Jeremy James Leake was born at 6:30am weighing in at 9lbs and 6oz. As a mother myself, I know how life changing and absolutely overwhelmed with love you are the second you hold your child in your arms. After caring for and nourishing this little person inside of you for months, you finally lay eyes on the little soul you've dreamt of since the second you found out you were pregnant. It is a dream realized. <br />
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Lori and Jeremy shared a special,close bond, one that has been TEMPORARILY disconnected. I consider Lori family, my sister. Her mom is a second mother to me. From personal experience, I can tell you that Lori and Nonie are two of the best people in the world. Kind, generous, loving and filled with honesty and integrity. There's nothing they wouldn't do for anyone in need, nothing. <br />
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It's devastating to me to know that Lori and Nonie and their family must miss Jeremy on his special day, the second birthday that they've spent apart. <br />
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I can't fathom their anguish and heartbreak but in true Lori fashion, she's not giving up. Her tenacity and unbreakable spirit inspire me every single day. She has a message for her son, memories he has missed in their time apart. <br />
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Dear Jeremy, <br />
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These are memories of your 18th birth year that I wish so very much we could have shared together.<br />
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Last September CR and I bought Jeans house across from Papas and a new Ski Nautique boat that you would just love. We can change the wake for wake boarders or skiers. <br />
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Last summer Auntie Jenn and Uncle Chris moved back home to Santa Cruz to be close to us and Lil' Brooks was born in October. Your little cousin. I saw a picture of you holding him when you said goodbye to Papa and Leanie and Jennifer and Brooks. You looked so sweet holding lil' Brooks. I know he loves you and would love to see his cousin Jeremy more.<br />
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In December Val and Nonie renewed their wedding vows and we had a big family celebration to celebrate their day. You would have enjoyed the yummy dinner and fun family reminiscing's.<br />
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Christmas was very sad with out having my boy and my Jessie there. We all missed you both so very much. I cried all Xmas eve and most of Xmas day.<br />
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In February for my Birthday and CR's birthday and Valentines day we went to Hawaii. Oh how you would have loved it there. We went to Kauai and CR and I went Zip Lining. I even went backwards on one of the Zip Lines. I thought about you a lot when I was in Hawaii because we were gonna do that together. We both love the beach and Ocean and just hanging out together there by the ocean.<br />
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Also in February Pappa had his big 75th Birthday and it wasn't the same not having you and sissy there to honor Papa's big day. We all went to that fancy restaurant in Almaden that had delicious desserts. It was a very special night and Jennifer, Justin and I bought him a special clock with our names engraved on it. I know Papa missed you not being able to be with him on his 75th.<br />
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In March I did an Enduro race at Hollister and it was 70 miles long...phew tough, but I finished. You would have been proud of your mom.<br />
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In April I did the Crosscut Enduro here at the lake and I finished that one too! i I trained for that race for a whole year and finally got strong enough and experienced enough to finish. I even had a bad crash at the mile 15 mark and got back on my bike and rode another 40 miles. I was in so much pain that it took my fear away and I rode like the wind. I was so determined to finish because I knew you would be proud of me. Remember 3 years ago that was your 1st Enduro and you took a bad fall and hurt your eye, but you got back on your bike and finished. Mommy was jumping for joy when I found out you finished that hard race.<br />
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In April Nonie and Val sold their San Jose house and bought a house on the same street as me and Papa...ain't that something were all here. Nonie and I live at the lake most of the time and only go down to San Jose a few days a month to work. I'm able to phone coach my clients up here at the lake. What an awesome job I have as I can motivate my clients and at the same time look out at our beautiful Clear Lake.<br />
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Now if only you and sissy were here to share with us in all these special memories it would have been perfect.<br />
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How about for your 19th birth year we can share some great memories together? I miss you Jeremy and love you very much.<br />
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HAPPY 19th Birthday Son.<br />
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Loving you forever and always,<br />
Your mom<br />
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It is my hope that somehow, some way Jeremy will see this, that he will see a crack in the belief system he is currently being restrained by and finds his way HOME! To a Mother and Grandmother that will never give up on him and will love him unconditionally until the end of time. <br />
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Please keep my Lori,Nonie and Jeremy in your thoughts and send them love and thoughts today. As an eternal optimist, I believe they'll spend his 20th birthday together, with your thoughts and prayers, maybe our wishes will come true!<br />
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With the xy chromosomes safely deposited in testosterone filled competition land, and my daughter gardening with her Grammie,I knew this was my golden opportunity to finish my hand crafted teacher gifts before pick up time. <br />
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I came home to a quiet house, made the pugs breakfast of scrambled eggs and kibble and went into full crafty, gift finishing mode. Despite my great intentions and hard work, I decided these gifts would be perfect ONLY with a few additions that I could easily acquire at Target. With my arms full of gifts and empty gift bags and tissue paper, I managed to lock the kitchen door and shut it behind me with my foot and I won't lie, I felt like a fucking rockstar. <br />
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I walked through the garage and it was at this point, I realized my keys weren't in my hand and they were probably in my black hole of a bag. Shit. Sigh. <br />
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I carefully place my unfinished gifts on top of my car and look through my bag. Nothing. I sit on the garage floor and dumb that bastard out, no keys. I did find starbursts though,WIN!!<br />
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It is at this point, the wheels in my head start turning. I know exactly what I did, I locked myself out of my house AND my car. F U C K. <br />
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Get the hide a key, you suggest and I admit, it's a fantastic suggestion EXCEPT that I used that sumbitch last week and in pure Mimi fashion, I didn't put it back outside. Sawheeeet! So now I'm going window to window, assessing whether or not I can squeeze my ass through the window if by some miracle one hasn't been locked....which by the way is highly unlikely since I'm OCD about locking things just in case a psychotic, midget clown decides to break in and slaughter me. In fucking with these windows, I have annoyed the pugs to the point of actually waking up and now Cullen is SCREAMING and his cohorts are barking and howling. Great!! By the way, there were no unlocked windows. <br />
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Refusing to admit defeat, I go back Ito the garage and drink my bottle of water and brainstorm. I ponder kicking in the back door but I'm in flip flops and I'm pretty sure I'd just destroy my pedicure and injure my pride and remain LOCKED THE FUCK OUT. <br />
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Thank GAWD my iPhone was charged because some semblance of common sense kicked in and I remembered I gave my mom an extra key for emergencies such as this. I call her while she and Sophie were gardening and she graciously agreed to save my absentminded ass. Booyah!<br />
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Now that I've got a glimmer of hope, I decide to try the car doors JUST IN CASE, I don't much enjoy sitting on the garage floor unless I'm so drunk that I don't give a shit....problem is, I was stone cold sober!<br />
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All four doors are locked BUT the trunk is open and you can lay down the back seats and get into the car that way, WIN!! Never deny my resourceful nature and prowess! <br />
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I've now got my ass firmly planted in my lovely car waiting for my Mother to arrive and save the day! While I waited ,I organized the gifts in the trunk, cleaned out my car, found gum,mints,Cheetos and a bra and two pairs of socks. As I finished, my mom pulled in and I could see Sophie's giddy and smiling face in the backseat! I open the door to greet her and my heart SINKS! She has cut her hair.....AGAIN....in the form of haphazard and bedraggled bangs. My mom didn't even notice, oy vey!!!<br />
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After all that ruckus, we did haul ass to Target, perfect our teacher gifts and wrap them just as I had envisioned and still made it for pick up on time. Now, what the fuck am I going to do with Princess Fashionista's "bangs"? Shit. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMYB02vSJOcoN_ZEIXI1LeQ8T7Q8db84Gb0ggyVzC74P8x70J3Ac1bkAwJOoPJ1NegTCWhNjr9briiHtD-e1TGd1xVGhriM8ZjglPCbg5WcepICJQS_uMdyCw1j9iTjj36kuhMY3zI4o/s640/blogger-image-868122732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMYB02vSJOcoN_ZEIXI1LeQ8T7Q8db84Gb0ggyVzC74P8x70J3Ac1bkAwJOoPJ1NegTCWhNjr9briiHtD-e1TGd1xVGhriM8ZjglPCbg5WcepICJQS_uMdyCw1j9iTjj36kuhMY3zI4o/s640/blogger-image-868122732.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Os5PGLbqBd_fBZy5eGmq6qBCzfVZ591J0XVJ6ic7UeYWvzKlAbGbAYHFOPGeunAfjuWrXyMK4IB8PrIy9niNaG9K0OeI8HHBG3BAESEb-NB5YfesdA4MEkN4Z2Pi6JRIB3wZ8i2CbZc/s640/blogger-image--201238746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Os5PGLbqBd_fBZy5eGmq6qBCzfVZ591J0XVJ6ic7UeYWvzKlAbGbAYHFOPGeunAfjuWrXyMK4IB8PrIy9niNaG9K0OeI8HHBG3BAESEb-NB5YfesdA4MEkN4Z2Pi6JRIB3wZ8i2CbZc/s640/blogger-image--201238746.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj444QtavyNaIoWYyAhwb0iuO1LBrMpcWv3iMhfsbHLjw5Bdqw7kHdURvvTq0Dx7Q0bt5aqlgMy6NnjwvsRH6J5c7MrQMe3bm5lU-NZ3rGGm6EkoS6L_N1G4E1WIriEh5v8gxPg2LNXGEU/s640/blogger-image--548083547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj444QtavyNaIoWYyAhwb0iuO1LBrMpcWv3iMhfsbHLjw5Bdqw7kHdURvvTq0Dx7Q0bt5aqlgMy6NnjwvsRH6J5c7MrQMe3bm5lU-NZ3rGGm6EkoS6L_N1G4E1WIriEh5v8gxPg2LNXGEU/s640/blogger-image--548083547.jpg" /></a></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-48773734446463406122012-05-10T12:30:00.001-04:002012-05-10T12:33:47.614-04:00About Last NightI enjoy a good prank, any sort of shenanigans....I fully support. Typically, I'm the ring leader and mastermind of these endeavors and truly, that is the most hysterical position to be in. Last night,however, I was pranced and had NO IDEA. <br />
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As y'all are well aware, my mother is a very strict catholic, right wing conservative gal and I am....well, I'm the fallen catholic,Kumbaya kinda girl which continuously leads to many heated arguments. It's a lot of fun fellas, lemme tell ya. <br />
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In this clusterfuck, we share a mutual friend,Erick. Oh yeah asswipe, I'm calling you OUT! <br />
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Yesterday, Our President announced his support for gay marriage and equality. Love him or hate him, ALL PEOPLE should share equality. Period. <br />
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I posted his statement on Facebook and didn't think much about it. My mom isn't my Facebook friend but Erick is and I know that anytime Erick has a chance to stir up some shit, that's what he is going to do and it is almost ALWAYS hysterical. <br />
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Last night, I receive a barrage of texts from my mother about Obama. AN OVERHAUL, I didn't click in any of the links. I told my Mom she was cute and that I loved her and no argument ensued. I figured Erick told her I posted his statement and that riled her. Eh, normal Weds in Mimiland. It wasn't until this morning that he fessed up to her what he had done and I BOW DOWN, this shit was MASTERFUL! <br />
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Apparently, Erick photoshopped a statement from me on Facebook announcing my adoration to Our President which then caused her to have an aneurism and partial coronary and text me relentlessly. <br />
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Please take a look at this gem! Well done Erick,well done:) psssst PAYBACK IS COMING!! <br />
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In any event, I found myself scouring petfinder.com in search of flat faces that need a forever home. Now let me say, my home is at flat face capacity but I'm more than happy to enrich the lives of others by finding and rescuing a flat face that will forever change their lives. I maintain my douchebag status but I do have a small glimmer of decency hidden beneath my sarcastic and assholish attitude. <br />
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Two nights ago, fifteen minutes into my Ambien hysteria, I come across Aunt Bea, a stunning 8 year old, partially blind, black pug and my heart MELTED! Not only that, she was only fifteen minutes away, I immediately emailed the shelter and within a few hours, I had planned her unelaborate bust from shelter land!<br />
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With a harness,leash,treats and a tummy full of anxious butterflies I couldn't wait to meet this sweet face. By all staff accounts, she's a model citizen and the most lovable companion in the world. <br />
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It crushed my soul to see her all alone in a kennel but the second our eyes locked, her curly tail took over in complete wag mode and she almost leapt through the kennel and into Sophie's arms! <br />
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With about an hour to kill before I had to pick up my clueless xy chromosomes from school, we headed for a walk to allow Aunt Bea to roam and get an idea of her leash manners, which are phenomenal!<br />
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She's visually challenged but manages nicely! My crew of flat faced Untustables welcomed her and she immediately made herself at home. <br />
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I'm not trying to push Ambien on you BUT I am eternally grateful for my Ambien web surfing because sweet Aunt Bea is asleep in my lap and I will find her a forever home that consists of complete adoration and love! <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQHJ6v-zadWPIlYiWwf93zCowApdvQOJioKbj8feBDxK55Q9B01iV1eAKxg_nhW6tlsiWnz-nMwgQvMyYiP-F1oScez53mUVugbUhJD_PNLzDp70O3w4-Tr5azCqOj0rbeUezhIZLHJY/s640/blogger-image-1217388660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQHJ6v-zadWPIlYiWwf93zCowApdvQOJioKbj8feBDxK55Q9B01iV1eAKxg_nhW6tlsiWnz-nMwgQvMyYiP-F1oScez53mUVugbUhJD_PNLzDp70O3w4-Tr5azCqOj0rbeUezhIZLHJY/s640/blogger-image-1217388660.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtiBAWaLyt3Qf56PbM4xIYDIhaESZknaAZ4M4iLI16grhc4QmH8w4ViXD9QORzzwvUks8RooGzwMGTBLDOQb3H5J5oyl7SHjzJIc6SZxFqnqUwvzM89m6513bb2Ueb2RY5M4_6L4_kq0/s640/blogger-image--220319954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Well, not really. It wasn't a big deal but I wanted big things! I got a black pug puppy (that is coming home very very soon), the most magnificent sprinkle cake every baked and tickets to see my favorite comedian in Chicago. Now, if you haven't seen Bret Ernst, allow me to assure you, your life is fucking lacking major shit. He is HYSTERICAL, pee your pants hysterical, giving you abs of steel hysterical. Take my word for it, HYSTERICAL! Shoot, hold on, watch this:<br />
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Still with me? Go pee? Ready to settle in and read about the most amazing night of my life? So, the four hour drive and ticket prices were totally cool with my dream going experience because, in my head, I had already determined that I would be in the front row, he would most definitely do the "Tony" bit and I would leave Chicago the most fulfilled a woman can be.<br />
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I purposely purchased tickets to the late show with the thought that he would surely be around afterwards for a possible meet and greet and *IF* I got my photo with him....this would be icing on my sprinkle covered cake. My boys love him too, I know, at 8 and 10, it may not be the most appropriate comic entertainment but dayum, they have me as a mother, humor is a gift that I must pass along. Both boys were quite envious that Mommie was seeing our dream comedian without them but I promised that *IF* given the opportunity, I would relay the messages of adoration to Bret personally.<br />
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Upon arriving in the FAH-REEZING and windy city, and killing a few hours, I arrived at Zanies to wait in line to see Bret Ernst *squeal*. Of course, my front row dreams were dashed because others were way earlier than I was. We quickly made friends with the couple behind us who had never heard of Bret, I gushed about his comedic genius and we youtubed videos until they were almost as excited as I was.<br />
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The doors opened at 10:15 and we were shown our seats, second row, still a little disappointed but ecstatic. That is when Andrea and her boyfriend (the couple behind us) turned and offered us their front row seats. Who died and went to heaven, THIS GIRL! I hugged them with all my might and thanked them at least a billion times!<br />
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He came out, and WOWED us all. FUCKING HYSTERICAL. We even got to hear a new joke that will HOPEFULLY make his new Comedy Central Special because it is beyond hilarious! I laughed so hard that I lost my voice and now have abs that would rival that of that sadastic wench, Jillian Michaels. Afterwards, I couldn't wait to buy a shirt that said, "F*CK TONY!"<br />
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And there he was, greeting every single person leaving the show and personally selling shirts and taking photos. I bought my shirt and he offered to take SEVERAL photos! *swoon*, I fulfilled my promise to my boys to pass along their messages and he gave me a shirt that says,"Bret Ernst" to give the boys. I tried to pay for it and he refused. This man adores his fans. If you have a chance to see him live, GO! I must say, I was just as impressed with his HUGS (plural bitches, plural) AND KISS ON THE CHEEK as I was with his comedy. He is humble and phenomenal.<br />
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Mimiland is a place of euphoria!!<br />
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<br />Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-55375652405521242882012-04-23T20:30:00.001-04:002012-04-23T20:34:56.252-04:00GratitudeIt's almost astonishing to believe that a resident selfish,spoiled brat like myself actually has sentimental moments of reflection that leave me absolutely speechless in gratitude. Of course, I never get there in a genuinely warm hearted way, sigh. <br />
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Here's how the story goes: a month ago, I fell head over heels IN LOVE. Swept off my feet, straight seventh heaven , love at first sight nonsense. That's right fella's, Mimi got an iPhone 4s. *swoon*<br />
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In describing my love for this devise, I may have said that now that I own an iPhone, I feel like before (with all of my other phones) I was like one of those starving Ethiopian children on the infomercials that I can't watch without sobbing uncontrollably and now I'm feasting on the most gourmet, devine foods. <br />
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Apparently, that made me an asshole. I was not making light of the starvation of anyone, I'll admit that being hungry is an agonizing feeling and that's just how I feel in the morning *sigh* <br />
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I will always remember my high school history teacher,Mr. Tyner, collecting toys for the children's hospital at Christmas time. The same hospital that would save my oldest sons life when he was three months old. Mr. Tyner taught us that you give for the feeling you get inside, not the recognition you get from those observing. I've never forgotten those words. At the time, I worked after school at a petstore, usually wasting my cash on movies,bowling and cassette tapes but that week, I spent my entire check on barbies, hotwheels and art supplies. After school, I carted my purchases up to his classroom and deposited them amongst all the other gifts that he would take to these miniature humans stuck in a hospital on Christmas. <br />
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That moment, that feeling, I still have when I donate time or money. You can't help every cause or every event but if you do what you can, it's magical. <br />
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You can volunteer at a pet rescue, help transport fur babies to their new homes or sponsor a pet still searching for their family. It's hard to choose your charity but follow your heart and you will realize, it's more rewarding than any material item you may acquire. <br />
Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-76094443176100416782012-04-22T13:55:00.001-04:002012-04-22T13:57:33.664-04:00PugarazziIn pure Mimi fashion, I harass my children and flat faces with less than Kodak quality photographic assault. It's what I do. These are a few of my favorites from the past week or so :)<br />
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Allow me to tell you about my darling Laura. To know her is to live the ahit out of someone and know that only this other person will make you a fucking gift basket when you spend the night! Martha Stewart has *nothing* on her! She is impeccable in the kitchen, the perfect hostess and has the most giving heart in the entire world. Um, if she's reading this she knows I'm secretly calling her a DOOSHBAG out of sheer love and adoration for her. We can have full conversations at length using only profanity. Seriously,without an ounce of sarcasm, I do aspire to be more like her. Truth. <br />
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That being said, she's also a magnificent pug Mommie. She makes her boys scrambled eggs in the morning, yummy homemade food with their kibble at lunch and dinner and devine homemade treats. While feeding my curly tailed nephews, I realized that this level of momminess *might* be attainable for my crew of untrustables! <br />
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I've started making them scrambled eggs in the morning and for this, they adore me more. After ONE meager attempt at lopsided and hideous looking homemade treats, they appreciated my effort and gobbled them up. <br />
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With my momentum growing, I was determined to try again. I even bought cookie cutters. *sigh* <br />
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With flour in the kitchen, my lovely Bella climbed up Sophie's stool, knocked the flour over and proceeded to silently signal to her cohorts that shenanigans were now available to be had. <br />
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Mimi The Great was unaware until Trudy walked into the bedroom, hopped on my king sized hug from Jesus and looked up at me with innocence in her eyes and flour covering her mother f*cling face. Oy flippin vey dudes. Once she made her entrance, the other three felt pretty dayum confident in making their presences known. Flour faces and all. <br />
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This is kinda a sign to me that I deserve people to do this nonsense for me. Wouldn't you agree??<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0NOtwJ65GUCAtx-4BHqBHsBdVruHv8kkDz_8cWaKJZYPMcB3Y90FKKez5PjyKpfuvZWRwgQaSy63cN3umGK-msrCwkmkPub_p717f0Qvz5KfPTnhkmhwKGuyPRVRys8wABUvydUdOGs/s640/blogger-image-249696659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0NOtwJ65GUCAtx-4BHqBHsBdVruHv8kkDz_8cWaKJZYPMcB3Y90FKKez5PjyKpfuvZWRwgQaSy63cN3umGK-msrCwkmkPub_p717f0Qvz5KfPTnhkmhwKGuyPRVRys8wABUvydUdOGs/s640/blogger-image-249696659.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXEnd1v6F_ds7k7DxkcxrzTx1_brUJkoRdNcYQM8Cg2hKxBQTAr5PpOiZR8SdM_TAsAml4eMLrYWMLBhRGj4RUzdXUjwNbH2GLSpi5_S5TdP4phaBg5L7n2bo-EqZCUl7ptOnGpCiMCI/s640/blogger-image-2018166166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXEnd1v6F_ds7k7DxkcxrzTx1_brUJkoRdNcYQM8Cg2hKxBQTAr5PpOiZR8SdM_TAsAml4eMLrYWMLBhRGj4RUzdXUjwNbH2GLSpi5_S5TdP4phaBg5L7n2bo-EqZCUl7ptOnGpCiMCI/s640/blogger-image-2018166166.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeH6nOvvylbaH6SISmw9zfrj3fGZtyGjV4YOIhIRjVVElFLSwhjZY7x2V2CNEn007DmZZdVeuTr5Sp72XSHujix47bd25sQEUPZHdNKR7eLVZi5XspkG4jnrdWn2Xxod3kjL4RWSXcCTM/s640/blogger-image--391508161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeH6nOvvylbaH6SISmw9zfrj3fGZtyGjV4YOIhIRjVVElFLSwhjZY7x2V2CNEn007DmZZdVeuTr5Sp72XSHujix47bd25sQEUPZHdNKR7eLVZi5XspkG4jnrdWn2Xxod3kjL4RWSXcCTM/s640/blogger-image--391508161.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlzkCfd_C0rZzuomIlRrPo1OT_7AoAwHr4wpOOPlp-_Dy-lWlp5wiAA2doHRxhccPU_IDo39HTwz1XK6SX9mI2GxajKxWmTcTjE0esYGEnEIK9pJjk56hYnqJIpSi9_ur-sn4t79z7aY/s640/blogger-image--343913192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlzkCfd_C0rZzuomIlRrPo1OT_7AoAwHr4wpOOPlp-_Dy-lWlp5wiAA2doHRxhccPU_IDo39HTwz1XK6SX9mI2GxajKxWmTcTjE0esYGEnEIK9pJjk56hYnqJIpSi9_ur-sn4t79z7aY/s640/blogger-image--343913192.jpg" /></a></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-86227855570056672012-04-19T17:56:00.001-04:002012-04-19T17:59:27.052-04:00I'll confessI'm not a gardener. In fact, I'm the antithesis of a gardener. My favorite pug rescue has a Flower Power fundraiser and me, in my typical deluded fashion thought to myself,"who says you can't plant a garden!" <br />
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I'll admit, this was after a RedBull or two so I was clearly over zealous in this thought process. Feeling all holy and charitable, I *almost* couldn't wait for these magical blossoms to arrive. Well, Fed Ex arrived and my ego was still fairly balls to the wall. I borrowed a shovel and changed into a tank top,jeans and Vera Wang sandals and the nonsensical belief that I had this shit under control. Seriously, if 80 year old women do this for fun, surely I can too. Right? <br />
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I went outside with shovel in hand and realized quickly I'd have to perform manual labor. While I excel at so much in day to day life, I will never accept that I'm capable of manual labor. Bribing myself with wine, I dug *A* hole. Good gawd, this is taxing and I'm parched....where's the wine? <br />
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I dug one more small hole, this dumb ass shovel flipped back and got dirt all over my mother effin Vera Wang sandal and I look down just in time to see a gdayum worm and a scary as hell centipede. Um, f*ck this noise. Do I appear to you like I require a garden to fulfill some whimsical dream? Why no, no I do not. <br />
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Suddenly my detailed dreams of a tiny "pug garden" are dashed in my vain attempt to stay dirt free. All the while, my flat faced crew of untrustables stand at the door and watch, toss each others salad and lick the damn window. <br />
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Long story short, these magical flowers are planted, I'm slightly dirty and super thirsty for a multitude of alcoholic beverages. Please don't expect some flowing garden of sweet scented loveliness, at best I'll spray you with febreeze just before you walk outside,deal? <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxuwpjI8N0To39Ba41WD7PDu2UJ76uUmvUm0LmUZoShlOQakU7JzT2Gl45vV8WBOeYGxwPHkIqoRYcRMbYWG3SicwSVTGy-nZyklzonaVY-ZDMV8KyifbFOVBSp49yHvQUEMDQxAi2lE/s640/blogger-image--154252393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxuwpjI8N0To39Ba41WD7PDu2UJ76uUmvUm0LmUZoShlOQakU7JzT2Gl45vV8WBOeYGxwPHkIqoRYcRMbYWG3SicwSVTGy-nZyklzonaVY-ZDMV8KyifbFOVBSp49yHvQUEMDQxAi2lE/s640/blogger-image--154252393.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0EeUIqkXhLoEkAfi9O0OgF3QsOKr7Gvx6vSO4NSQDJmuxoPp47gsyfn6UqGTPRIShDrN_8KEYLXHGsKiFBiyexMki3qcTaTXmjX50ot_5XDc1mi750vPGbYkdUVXr62cx1qBtq1jr3g/s640/blogger-image-845655078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0EeUIqkXhLoEkAfi9O0OgF3QsOKr7Gvx6vSO4NSQDJmuxoPp47gsyfn6UqGTPRIShDrN_8KEYLXHGsKiFBiyexMki3qcTaTXmjX50ot_5XDc1mi750vPGbYkdUVXr62cx1qBtq1jr3g/s640/blogger-image-845655078.jpg" /></a></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-81448310181213845992012-03-31T00:22:00.001-04:002012-03-31T00:22:05.371-04:00NOH8 Pug StyleIn Mimiland, most matters are not taken seriously. Most often, they are quite nonsensical to me. Two things that matter immensely to me are equality for *everyone* and my sweet flat faced, curly tailed pugs. Eight days ago, I was fortunate enough to combine these two passions of mine and attend a NOH8 photo shoot with an amazing group of "pug people" that I will now refer to as family! <br />
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A few of us gathered at The Living Room Lounge for lunch on the patio! Little Gus Gus was my date for the day and was such a well behaved little bit! I was immediately welcomed with a big hug from the most lovely Cindy, Jess and Vikki! These are my Indy gals! Cindy is the Mommie to Ellie and Brutus and Jess has the sweet Mia. Vikki has an entire crew of babies but Romeo melts my heart. After much anticipation, I FINALLY got to meet Sarah and my newest gay husband Jay! <br />
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Sarah and Jay are from Tennessee but made the drive to Indiana with Jay's precious little Charlie, she reminds me so much of my Bella at 6 months old! I knew I was going to adore Sarah right away and I did! She is so funny and her accent just makes me smile! Jay on the other hand....it was MARRIAGE AT FIRST SIGHT! He is my heterosexually challenged husband and I'm his homosexually challenged wife! <br />
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Of course, between Jay and I, it was pretty fortunate that we were seated alone on the patio, otherwise I am rather sure our language and topic matter would've created an uprising among the publicly proper type and we would've been asked to leave....not before our photos were taken and posted on the door under a DO NOT ENTER SIGN! BWahaha!<br />
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After lunch, we headed to Vikki's to pick up Charlie, Vikki's Bella and Romeo and go to the ultra fabulous Laura's house for a little mixer she put together! Laura made little cupcakes for the pugs and human cupcakes too along with cocktails to keep us hydrated! Toby and Salinger met Charlie and Gus Gus and played with Luna,Ellie,Brutus and Mia. Everyone had so much fun and we all dreaded leaving ! Laura is always the perfect hostess!<br />
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With everyone ready,dressed in white shirts (some of us wearing spanx *cough* JAY *cough*) we drove to the NOH8 photoshoot in complete excitement. Once we arrived, we filled out out paperwork and received our NOH8 tattoos on our cheeks and waited jn line for our group shot! Six of us and seven pugs! <br />
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Once moved up in line, duct tape was placed on our mouths. This was excruciating because me being quiet under any circumstance is damn near impossible....duct tape on the mouth and Hines Ward isn't involved and shirtless? Um, no. We did our group shot with our flat faces first, then our individual shots, Gus Gus in mine, where he didn't even bother to wake up! It'll be a few weeks before we receive our photos but I know they'll be stellar! <br />
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It truly felt amazing to see so many people of all races,ages and orientation come together to support silica an amazing cause. I was overwhelmed with pride for knowing such an outstanding group of people that I love with all of my heart! <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7cuR45SedSXY6jIEdh0sSdHjD_6-no4oRIw90QBlw45TVY3uSHmOg4MdeoBATiGT1Yk0_yC5XwbonnTRNm4bNx76x1wH4iG3reK8mUiHMxJpelq8M5F8-4B8DtrLGRJenZ4TRpxTIfY/s640/blogger-image--1861565880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7cuR45SedSXY6jIEdh0sSdHjD_6-no4oRIw90QBlw45TVY3uSHmOg4MdeoBATiGT1Yk0_yC5XwbonnTRNm4bNx76x1wH4iG3reK8mUiHMxJpelq8M5F8-4B8DtrLGRJenZ4TRpxTIfY/s640/blogger-image--1861565880.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wnre6TNLqfuNfD9VGTzs3VGs9Y59r0wBrG9wM77ma04W4lHzen545PofTbcDeBEbRimo-1wKjgerk0mbiOcAewlfL_DfWV7oCvOK42EAcY5rxqPiBG7x00bIaO3WkbZJwsFJnzKMRRw/s640/blogger-image-1836917992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsyyddEikIWir1XxrBrTW0LWpJ4p8LYK4kImS-nnCIk65h85P5Q_DCpmUeKlWOt12mfAIoGq5I0jb7qk0oOXprhzn5XDLrZP0WTAF1Iy6dNVBcYVYw_bO9E9ePXVDoF4CIuTTkUaWYUg/s640/blogger-image-219454928.jpg" /></a></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-9103689867056852132012-03-20T18:45:00.001-04:002012-03-20T18:45:41.753-04:00Completely Devastated<div><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIG70lFtK48&feature=youtube_gdata_player">Watch "Hines Ward Retires A Steeler" on YouTube</a><br></p>
<p> Today is the day I've dreaded, a day that I hoped would never come. I distinctly remember standing in Target, mid shopping trip and receiving an alert that Hines Ward had been released from The Pittsburgh Steelers. The news literally took my breath away, then the tears started. Oy vey. I cried in flippin Target. Truth. </p>
<p>I made my decision, I would support Hines *ANYWHERE* he went. I was/am so angry and disenchanted that the team and organization that Hines gave his heart and soul for just tossed him aside. He dedicated his life,his passion and everything he had to leading The Steelers when no one else could and *this* is how they treat him? I'm still bitter. </p>
<p>I had come to terms with the fact that my new Ward jersey would have different colors but what was important was that he still had my support and I could cheer for him during the games. That, I could live with. </p>
<p>I sincerely hope the Steelers learned the true meaning of LOYALTY and CLASS today from the man that they cast aside. A man that they would be nothing without, a man that was willing to do ANYTHING to stay with the team that he would do anything for. </p>
<p>The love, respect and appreciation for the team and his fans came before his personal desire to continue his professional career. Today, Hines Ward announced his retirement through tears, retiring as a Pittsburgh Steeler. </p>
<p>*sigh* </p>
<p>I tried not to cry but that only made my tears fall faster. I'm so sad, crushed, utterly devastated. I know logically, it is a good ending. He is retiring with the only team he has known and loved. He is giving his fans the best possible thing that he knows how but I'm just destroyed. </p>
<p>I'm so thankful for all he has given of himself. Football Sundays just won't be the same without his hot ass or his insane smile. </p>
</div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-63468177911353022482012-03-19T17:51:00.001-04:002012-03-19T18:45:13.221-04:00Politics,Religion and My Mother<div><p>*sipping wine*</p>
<p>Think back a few months ago and you will remember when my mother "unfriended" me on Facebook. Oy vey. Yes fella's, THAT happened. In a nutshell, I requested that my posts not turn into a brutal political debate that will inevitability turn ugly, my mother said her voice won't be silenced, blah blah blah *snore*</p>
<p>My mom is a Catholic, right wing kinda lady. I'm the polar fucking opposite. Not religious at all and not republican AT ALL. AT EFFIN ALL. </p>
<p>I will admit that it hurt my feelings but it also amused me greatly that I'm being the more mature one in this matter. Me! Mature! Bwahaha!</p>
<p>Suffice it to say, I do try to avoid political and religious discussions with her but if I'm forced to respond to her shenanigans, I do keep booze on hand. </p>
<p>I realize that is the wrong way to handle these matters but dammit,I'm right and I'm going to say what I think. I never resort to name calling or insults,she does...it eggs me on. I admit,not the right way to handle it. </p>
<p>Most recently, I posted this status on Facebook: "Whenever I find myself in the midst of a pickle,I ask myself,'What would Michele Bachmann do?'  Then I realize that even my worst decision couldn't be as ignorant and moronic as her very best idea on her very best day . It's a win/win. You could also replace Bachmann with Santorum, you are welcome. </p>
<p>Keep in mind, she is no longer my Facebook friend and has no access to my page. With me? We have a mutual friend that shall remain nameless, he knows who he is. He enjoys causing a ruckus amongst us because it is funny....even I admit that. This wise ass sends her a screen cap of my status and HOLY MUTHA OF GAWD, MOMZILLA ENACTS THE TEXT WAR OF 2012! And I saved that shit!! </p>
<p>Momzilla: "Are you a fucking retard or are you just looking like it for you pretend (Facebook) friends."</p>
<p>Word for word people, word for word.</p>
<p>Me: Nope, all true.</p>
<p>Momzilla: Oh pecangroup is your source? How fucking pathetic is RHAT!</p>
<p>(I'm not correcting spelling errors)</p>
<p>Me: Oy vey! You can't unfriend me again, I'm already unfriended!</p>
<p>Momzilla: For very good reason. People who don't know what the fuck they are taking about shouldn't fucking talk. You are a progressive socialist candy ass wanting everyone to conform to you and your barack Obama agenda and it is sickening.</p>
<p>Me: Just because someone disagrees with you, doesn't make them "fucking stupid". I would think that you would appreciate that you raised me to believe what I believe in and stand by it and I do.</p>
<p>Momzilla: No politics on your wall. Remember? Oh wait. Jus no CONSERVATIVE politics. Well fine. Kumbaya and let's all read Lenin and Marx and wait for our cattle car to arrive to take us to our new home.</p>
<p>Me: Okie dokie. You aren't supposed to be on my wall, remember? Besides, you can have views without personal attacks of your daughter.</p>
<p>Momzilla: No I can't. Personal views are only as valuable as their source and appears to me all your kumbaya 99-er friends are not worth a piss because they have no clue what they are talking about. So. Whatever.</p>
<p>Me: That's your choice. Anyone that doesn't agree with you is not worthy. Got it, logged it away.</p>
<p>Momzilla: Be careful whose side you choose. Real friends or pretend Internet friends. Real people or outlines of characters.</p>
<p>Me: I personally find it astounding you'd support anyone that you would choose a "leader" that refers to your son and son in law in such horrible ways but ya know, your choice.</p>
<p>I believe what I believe and I say how I feel. </p>
<p>(Yeah, my spellcheck failed me too.)</p>
<p>Momzilla: You are SO full of crap. No one said anyone is horrible. If you are talking about homosexual crap. All religions believe it is a sin. So is ANY sex outside marriage. Masterbation is also a sin. But master actors aren't seeking to change the constitution. What is wrong is wrong. You can twist it and tur n it anyway you like but it is what it is. Because it is a sin, it no worse a sun than any other and since we are all sinners no one is any worse off tha n anyone else. Just some ask forgiveness and others dont. Because you have activist crazy gays on you pretend friends list doesn't make it any more right or correct.</p>
<p>Me: If your intention was.to force me to drink or make me analyze how I ended up so insanely awesome with such a crazy, right wing, close minded mother, than you have succeeded. Furthermore, your opinion is so insignificant due to its childish tone, asinine thoughts and lack of pictures. It is clear that I am right, you are wrong. </p>
<p>Mad Momzilla: You HAppy peeps keep your messiah Barack in office to keep all of us outdated people that finance everything in line and see how long they all survive when the people paying for everything are GONE. GOOD LUCK.</p>
<p>That was the end of the text battle. HOWEVER, shortly thereafter we shared margarita's and got into religion. Ah, Fuck me. Turns out, my mom thinks that you cannot be a moral person if you don't believe in God. I disagree. That led to an hour and a half of nonsense that I did capture on audio but cannot figure out how to post. </p>
<p>In any event, I said all of that to give you a little background of the true tomfoolery that takes place and to tell this story. </p>
<p>During the last presidential election, my mom put McCain signs in her front yard and bumper stickers on her car. </p>
<p>As you can imagine, her political chatter was at an all time high and my lack of jackassery was taking its toll. One night I thought it would be funny to remove the McCain signs and replace then with Obama signs. Then I put Obama stickers over her McCain stickers in her vehicle. Bwahaha. The signs were noticed the next morning HOWEVER, stickers were AT LEAST a week or more before being noticed. I consider that a win! </p>
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ot%20know.%20They%20also%20feared%20that%20further%20contact%20with%20me%20would%20most%20definitely%20lead%20to%20a%20disconnection%20from%20their%20family.%20My%20children%20are%20being%20told%20by%20the%20%E2%80%9Cchurch%E2%80%9D%20that%20I%20am%20crazy%20and%20that%20I%20am%20spewing%20lies%20about%20the%20church.%20%20The%20Church%20of%20Scientology%20is%20a%20dangerous,%20paranoid%20and%20unjust%20organization.%20They%20utilize%20fair%20game,%20which%20in%20their%20opinion%20means%20that%20they%20can%20lie,%20trick%20and%20do%20whatever%20it%20takes%20to%20utterly%20destroy%20me%20as%20an%20open%20critic%20of%20the%20church.%20I%20have%20been%20harassed,%20threatened,%20stalked%20and%20continue%20to%20be%20fair%20gamed%20even%20now.%20%20They%20also%20use%20disconnection%20as%20a%20means%20of%20power%20over%20their%20members.%20Having%20thoughts%20that%20are%20not%20favorable%20towards%20Scientology%20will%20inevitably%20lead%20to%20losing%20the%20ones%20you%20love%20through%20this%20forced%20policy.%20%20I%20did%20find%20value%20in%20some%20of%20my%20Scientology%20courses%20and%20counseling.%20After%20leaving%20the%20%E2%80%9Cchurch,%E2%80%9D%20%20I%20was%20unsure%20of%20whether%20or%20not%20to%20continue%20my%20belief%20in%20Scientology%20without%20the%20interference%20of%20the%20organization.%20%20I%20sought%20help%20and%20counsel%20from%20Marty%20Rathbun.%20He%20is%20a%20phenomenal%20counselor%20helped%20me%20greatly%20in%20decompressing%20from%20my%20time%20and%20struggles%20within%20the%20COS.%20%20For%20that,%20I%20am%20truly%20grateful.%20After%20leaving%20the%20church,%20I%20spent%20a%20lot%20of%20time%20researching%20LRH%20and%20the%20policies%20of%20disconnection%20and%20fair%20game,%20both%20of%20which%20I%20struggle%20to%20deal%20with%20daily.%20I%20am%20no%20longer%20a%20Scientologist%20in%20any%20capacity.%20%20Not%20a%20second%20passes%20that%20I%20don%E2%80%99t%20miss%20my%20children%20with%20every%20fiber%20of%20my%20being.%20That%20I%20don%E2%80%99t%20ache%20to%20hear%20their%20voices%20and%20make%20new%20memories%20with%20them.%20I%E2%80%99m%20telling%20my%20story%20to%20shed%20light%20on%20the%20abuses%20that%20continue%20to%20go%20on%20within%20the%20Church%20of%20Scientology,%20to%20bring%20my%20children%20back%20where%20they%20belong,%20with%20their%20family,%20with%20me.%20%20%20%20Lori%20Hodgson%20%20%20%20%3Ca%20href=%22http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/10/scientology_disconnection_lori_hodgson.php%22%3E%3C/a%3E%20%20%3Ca%20href=%22http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/07/scientologys_do.php%22%3E%3C/a%3E"&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;i&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;I'm rarely serious, I'm just not good at it but I'm going to give it a whirl. This is my friend Lori's (Otto's Mommie) personal story with Scientology and her daily struggle almost two years after resigning from The Church of Scientology. She has taught me so much about integrity,strength and love. In return, I've taught her many inappropriate dirty and how to curse like a trucker in the most lady like and profuse way. Fair trade, right?&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/i&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g_P5ZaiLbdY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/iframe&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/10/lori_hodgson_scientology_disconnection.php"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; A Mother's Heartbreak by Lori Hodgson February 6, 2011 is a day that I will never forget. A day that haunts me daily as I struggle with the insurmountable anguish and heartbreak of being “disconnected” from my children at the hands of the Church Of Scientology. My children, the very essence of my being were forced to choose between remaining in contact with me after my resignation from Scientology, or their eternity and good standing in the church. I could have never imagined that the belief system I once valued, would actively recruit my minor children to work on staff and induct my son into the Sea Organization, (a dedicated group within Scientology in which one signs a one billion year contract to serve Scientology for this lifetime and future lifetimes as well) against my wishes, restrict my contact with them and force my son to sign a three million dollar gag contract, silencing him from speaking out about his time within the Sea Organization, before he could effectively route out. Unfortunately, this is my reality. If I had known in 1976 when I joined Scientology at the age of thirteen as Lori Moore. That if I chose to leave one day, that I would lose my children, my family and friends that remained in Scientology; I would have never participated in such a cruel organization. When I first joined I liked Scientology. I felt it enhanced my communication skills and improved my life. After two years at age fifteen, I signed a five year contract with the Church of Scientology Stevens Creek Mission, as an employee on a part time basis. At the age of sixteen, I was actively recruited to join the SO myself. I had a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. Something didn’t feel right and my instincts told me to say no. In 1982, my fourth year on staff, I witnessed many odd things. I was being instructed to help the full time staff wash their cars and donate money to them. It seemed so crazy and I wanted to get out of there. I stayed one more year finishing my contract with the church and went to college for six years. I struggled in college due to the fact that I did not receive a full high school education, but I persisted and received my BA. While being away at college kept me away from actively participating in Scientology courses, in 1987 I returned as a public parishioner, positive that I did not want to be on staff. In the years that followed, I married a fellow Scientologist thus becoming Lori Leake and we had two children, Jessica and Jeremy. Bearing children while in the Sea Organization is forbidden. However during my pregnancy with Jessica, I was approached once again to join the SO. I told the recruiter that my then husband Jim Leake, was not qualified for the SO and the recruiter said that joining the SO was for the greatest good and not to worry about my husband. I looked at her with disgust and thought to myself, you can take your greatest good crap and shove it!! In 1995, my children were two and four and a half years old and I became the preschool director of a Scientology school. I remember an instance where I saw the owner of the school crying. I approached her and asked her why she was crying. I’ll never forget her response, “My daughter is joining the Sea Organization and there is nothing I can do to stop it!” I thought to myself, Wow, that is strange! Why would she be unable to stop her fifteen year old daughter from signing a billion year contract with the Sea Org? I went home that day and shared the incident with my then husband, Jessica and Jeremy’s father. I told him that I would never approve of or allow our children to join the Sea Org. I thought it was nuts and had heard horror stories of parents never seeing their children again. Our opinions on this matter differed. His step son from his first marriage, Chris Leake, had joined the Sea Org at the age of twelve or thirteen and went “Over the Rainbow.” This meant that he had gone to a place within Scientology with an extremely high level of security (a secret place) and his mother was not even aware of his location. I couldn’t imagine how his mother felt. Incidentally, Chris ended up marrying LRH’s granddaughter Rhoanne. We divorced in 2002, shortly thereafter. I removed my children from the Scientology school and placed them in public school. As a single mother I could no longer afford the steep prices of the private Scientology school. After growing up in a Scientology school, Jessica and Jeremy had to transition to the different setting, but adjusted rather well after a few months. In 2005, my parental rights began to be violated. Jessica was fifteen and in her second semester of her sophomore year of high school. She was excelling in school, receiving all A’s and B’s, had many friends and was looking forward to college. However, after reviewing a staff recruiting film and speaking with recruiters at the Los Gatos Organization of the Church of Scientology, without my knowledge or permission, she came home repeating the alarming information that the film had suggested. Essentially, it was a film demonizing psychiatry and implied that public schools had a larger influence of psychiatric and street drugs. Cheap propaganda that public schools and the environment it provided was an unsafe place for her. After reviewing this film, she expressed that she wanted to drop out of school and obtain her GED, in addition to joining staff at the Church Of Scientology. My fifteen year old daughter, a MINOR was being recruited to join staff! To put her education aside and work for the “church.” I was shocked by her sudden change of behavior. I told her absolutely not! I told her that once she turned eighteen she could make that decision but I preferred she go to college first. The next nine months were a living hell. I was adamantly against Jessica joining staff, a feeling that was relayed to the church. While attending counseling within the church myself, I was pulled from what I was working on and put into “interrogation” counseling. The Church demanded to know “who” did not agree with Jessica joining staff, even after I told them repeatedly that I was the only one who did not want her to join staff. In Scientology they believe strongly that there is a Suppressive Person behind this. When the “church” couldn’t find their “who” they put me in extensive Chaplain meetings with the Chaplain, my daughter, her father and myself. This went on for a couple more months. After all the pressure I had from Scientology and her father, I finally gave in. We agreed that Jessica would go to a Scientology school and get her high school diploma before joining staff. Surprisingly, Jessica got her non accredited diploma when she was sixteen. I was still trying to persuade her to not join staff, but she did so against my wishes. She signed a five year contract and was told if she breaks her contract she will have a debt (called a free loader debt) for staff training and other”services” received while on staff. Scientology told Jessica that she would have to pay off her debt before she was allowed to do any more Scientology services. I reminded Jessica that this would be her debt if she left. She said “I’m not going to leave.” It was during this time I married a wonderful man on March 4, 2006. He is the love of my life and I was now Lori Hodgson. I met him outside of Scientology. He was not a Scientologist, but took a couple classes. After observing what I was going through with the Church and my children, he made the decision to no longer affiliate himself with Scientology. After Jessica was on staff for a couple months, she was sent to Florida for training. She was there three months battling homesickness before deciding it was not for her and came home. She then worked back at the Los Gatos Organization for a couple more months but came to the determination that she didn’t want to be on staff anymore. She had to have special “interrogating counseling” and do specific “conditions” before she left. When she left staff she had a $13,000 debt. Mainly from the counseling she was ordered to get because she wanted to leave. It was completely asinine. On top of her $13,000 debt (at sixteen years old) she had to do amends. This meant working 100 plus hours to get back in “good standing” with the “Church”. A couple weeks went by and the Los Gatos Org told Jessica that they have a “Minor Rates Special.” This was that if Jessica could pay off her debt in full in 3 days, they would knock her debt down to $6,000. It was rumored that fellow Scientologist were helping Jessica find someone to loan her the money. My Mom ended up loaning Jessica the money. Meanwhile, the Scientologist that assisted her most likely received a commission on Jessica’s debt. In 2007, Jessica was seventeen, working at a preschool and taking junior college classes in the evening. Jeremy was fourteen and beginning his freshman year in public high school and actively trying out for the football team. After a month in school he told me that he didn’t like public school anymore and wanted to attend the Scientology school his sister attended. This conversation was eerily similar to the one I had with Jessica not long ago. I was beginning to suspect an entirely new nightmare was about to begin. In November 2008, I went to the hospital for a knee replacement surgery. It was an extremely complicated surgery entailing four long days in the hospital. One week later on a Friday night, while I was in recovery, my son Jeremy, at fifteen years old, attended a Sea Org recruiting event behind my back. That following Sunday he came over to visit me and tells me he wants to join the Sea Org. That didn’t go over very well. At this time, I was in excruciating pain from my surgery and on high levels of pain medication and I was not functioning properly. Jeremy told me that joining the Sea Org was his sole purpose in his life and he is aware that it is a billion year contract. Scientologists believe one lives many life times, coming back with a new body and continuing their contract to the organization and the Church. I always thought that was totally crazy! Jeremy said that he needed to leave in a couple days. I was hysterical, distraught and felt that I was truly on the verge of losing it. The pain and high dosages of Percocet (a strong narcotic pain pill) didn’t help my state. I told him absolutely NOT! My daughter heard us and came to see what was wrong. She saw how upset I was and told me there was nothing she could do. That she was already in an upsetting situation with Scientology and she couldn’t get in the middle of it. I told Jeremy in no uncertain terms that he was not to join the Sea Org. He was a MINOR, a fifteen year old boy without the life experience to make such a profound decision. Later that evening, Jeremy came back and continued to ask permission to join. Every part of me ached, reeled and screamed from the mental and physical pain. Seeing me in such distress, my husband tried to diffuse the situation by asking Jeremy to leave and respect the decision as his mother. Upon Jeremy’s refusal, my husband contacted Pat Wehner who was the ethics officer and Mission holder where I took services. Pat told us there was nothing he could do, I had heard that before. In the following days I was harassed by recruiters trying to persuade me to allow my son to join the Sea Org. Once again, I contacted Pat in order to help me write up reports to Mark Warlick, the man in charge of Internal Scientology Legal Affairs. My reports stated that as Jeremy Leake’s mother, I was not allowing him to join the Sea Org and I wanted all recruiting to stop until he was eighteen. The church had their agenda, they wanted my son. Because of all the stress I was not physically healing properly. While at home, recruiters arrived and stood outside my living room window insisting that they talk to me. I told them to leave, I couldn’t talk and I had to leave for physical therapy. The interaction really startled me, I couldn’t stop shaking. My father arrived to take me to physical therapy just as the recruiters left barely missing each other. After physical therapy, my dad brought me home and put me to bed and left. Within minutes, the recruiters were back, pounding on my door for at least fifteen minutes. I was frantic and frightened. I tried to call my mom but she was unavailable so I left a message and the recruiters pounding on my door was recorded. I then called Pat Wehner and he verbally tried to calm me down. Although he lived right down the street, he did not come over to assist me. Seeing that the harassment and constant recruiting was harming my recovery, my life-long friend Mari met with the two main recruiters, Gerald and Alexis at a Starbucks. Mari took time out of her busy day to get them to understand my physical condition and state of mind. She got my drug list and details of my surgery which included the information of my leg, basically as the equivalent of being amputated and put back together. The recruiters told her that they heard I was watching TV and that if I was able to watch TV then I was able to handle a recruiting cycle of my son. After the Mission Holder, Pat Wehner, failed to assist my mother and I in our pleas to stop this insanity, my mother called Mari and met up with her to seek guidance in the situation. Mari is a smart person, she figured out how to best protect me in my condition and helped me secure a doctor’s note which she then promptly delivered to Mark Warlick, the legal officer for the Los Gatos org. Later, after the note had been delivered Mari went to meet with the recruiters who have been pounding on my door. She wanted to tell them that she orchestrated the contact with my doctor and obtained the note to have this situation corrected once and for all. Before she was able to tell them what had occurred, she was told that whoever got the physicians note is a suppressive person! The recruiting did not cease or even slow down. In fact, they went to my parents home twice late at night with Jeremy to get my Mom to “handle” me and get me to allow Jeremy to join the Sea Org. They also showed up with my son at my Mother’s place of employment to talk to her again My health was not improving, in fact it was deteriorating and I was rushed back to the emergency room where I remained for ten hours. I had an ovarian cyst rupture and was diagnosed with pneumonia in addition to my knee which was not healing from replacement surgery. A rupture of an ovarian cyst if not treated immediately can lead to death and I was admitted for three days. During this time, the recruiting did ease slightly and Jeremy and I were growing even closer. He told me he had changed his mind and no longer wanted to joining the Sea Org. Hearing those words filled me with such an immense amount of hope and joy! Although, that joy was short lived. Unbeknownst to me, recruiting was continuing behind my back despite the many reports I had written to Mark Warlick insisting the recruiting stop. Jeremy came back to tell me that he did want to join the Sea Org and they promised him that he would continue his schooling, obtain his driver’s license and his orthodontic treatment would progress as scheduled. They promised him his own computer and trips to play golf, as well as enticing him with the attractive girls there, knowing how badly Jeremy wanted a girlfriend. They also promised me that I could talk to him anytime I wanted to and he would be able to come home for his birthday and most major holidays. I fought the constant begging and the coercion by the COS and I felt hopeless. I felt as if the only way to keep my son and to keep in contact with him was to allow him to join. If I refused, he would surely disconnect from me. The recruiting within the organization is crude and filled with false promises and lies. These kids do not know what they are getting into. They are signing billion year contracts without having even lived to adulthood! On May 4th, Jeremy left for the Sea Org after signing a one billion year contract for the Church Of Scientology. I signed a power of attorney and guardianship to Bob Wright. Bob Wright is Jeremy’s uncle and worked very closely under David Miscavige, the leader of the Church. Because Bob is Jeremy’s uncle, I believed he would look after Jeremy’s best interest and well being while in the Sea Org. What I didn’t understand fully at the time is that legally Bob was Jeremy’s guardian but many of the decisions made were made by the “Church,” not Bob. The next two weeks I was preparing for my second knee surgery, to replace my initial knee replacement that had complications. During this time, Jessica went down to LA with her fiancé. She and her fiancé were heavily recruited while she was there to join the Sea Org. Her fiancé wanted to join, but she didn’t. The recruiters coerced her by screaming at her to join. They eventually wore her down and she did join under extreme pressure. They told her it was her only choice. While in the hospital, on my second day after surgery, Jessica visits and says goodbye to me and joins the Sea Org. She also mentioned that she and Justin (her fiancé) were going to get married in a couple days so they can be together in the SO. I was extremely distraught about not being there for my only daughter’s wedding and losing her to the SO, but she was eighteen and as an adult, had the power to make that decision herself, no matter how against it I was. She also signed a billion year contract like her brother. Now I had lost both of my kids to this corrupt and cruel, child stealing organization and the wedding is being planned while I’m in the hospital! I couldn’t wrap my mind around a “religion” being so cruel and heartless. I was so upset that the next day I went into shock. Luckily my Dad was there and he went to get help as he didn’t think I was going to make it. He ran down the hallway yelling for help! The medical response team came and pulled me out of the shock. I felt like I almost died but I got a second chance yet I ended up having to get a full blood transfusion. Since I made it, I was going to make some changes in my life. Little did I know what was on the horizon for me. On my fifth day post op, I was released to my house that used to have the presence of my two children. I was incredibly grateful that at least I had my wonderful husband, my loyal dog to greet me and my compassionate stepson Peter. I had a very difficult recovery, mainly from the loss of my children being gone and missing them so much! I remember many heartbreaking nights missing my kids and trying to cope with all the pain. My stepson Peter would bring me ice packs and just be there for me. At this time, my daughter and son were both in the SO and I tried calling for two weeks. The SO would not allow me to speak with them. Jeremy was almost turning sixteen and Jessica was eighteen. Jeremy’s sixteenth birthday was coming up and the SO promised me that my son could come home for his birthday. Birthdays are very big in my family and we were all going to have a lovely sixteenth birthday party for my son with his family who loves him. I finally got through after three weeks of crying because I couldn’t reach my son, on top of recovering from my knee with extensive physical therapy. Jeremy told me he could not come home for his birthday, that he was not done with his EPF (Estates project Force, boot camp type training) and the SO would not approve for him to come home. Jeremy seemed really upset when he called but was holding back. I knew how important coming home for his big day was. The SO monitored his calls and he was not allowed to show any negative emotions, but only positive emotions when in the SO. I was extremely upset and so was all my family. A month passed and Jessica called announcing to me, “I’m coming home!” She was not allowed to tell me until she had gained authorization from the SO to do so. Another fact I was unaware of at the time. At dinner a couple months later, Jessica told me what really happened. When Jessica was packing to go to the SO a day before she left, the SO said there is a problem with her fiancé going with her to FLAG. She and Justin had planned to marry once they had both arrived in Florida so that they could remain together while in the SO. Justin had an Ethics situation and was not approved to go with her but needed to go to the Mexico SO to get this handled before he could join her. Jessica was DEVASTATED about this as she was joining the SO mainly for him so they could be together. The SO promised her that her fiancé would be able to join her soon. After only two days, she could clearly see that her fiancé wasn’t coming soon and so she wanted to leave the SO and come home. They were able to talk and Justin decided to leave and go back home too. The SO tried to “handle” Jessica to stay and kept her there for a month against her will, while making her perform menial tasks like wash dishes. She told the people in charge that she reported to daily that she wanted to come home. Jessica is very feisty and was determined to get out of there. After one month of persistence, she was home and I was so happy and relieved to have her back with me. She told me that the SO in charge yelled at her and would not let her go home until she did her official route out. Then she said, “Oh mom please doesn’t tell anyone I said this, I could get in big trouble!!!” I was beyond furious! That they treated her this way and lied to her about her fiancé joining her, this was all so surreal and shocking to me. At the seven month mark, I still struggled to recover from my surgery but the emotional trauma from missing my son was not helping. I was still on pain pills when needed and Advil. In the time that Jeremy was in the SO, I was only able to speak to him five times. My husband would see me crying because they would not let me talk to him and he was infuriated and ready to fly me to Florida to get Jeremy, even though my immense knee pain rendered me unable to do so. During the minimal times we did talk, I could tell something was wrong and Jeremy told me a couple times that he was in school and doing well. On the contrary, Jeremy had sufficient schooling only a handful of times. A total disregard for the “Power Of Attorney for Care Of Minor Child” that clearly stated he would attend regular schooling. I didn’t believe he was doing well at all, I guess it’s a mothers intuition!! The Sea Org had also promised me, that Jeremy would continue his orthodontic treatment that he had been in the process of for the past three years and now he was ready for his final stage of treatment, braces. In actuality, he never got any orthodontic treatment. Another broken promise and the “Power Of Attorney for Medical Care Of Minor” violated. Jeremy had his drivers permit and needed to continue his hours of driving, another promise the church had ensured me of, yet he never had an opportunity to practice while he was there. Jeremy was in the CMO (Commanders Messenger Organization, a very high ranking section in the SO) and for three months was in the regular EPF and then went to the CMO EPF. In the seven month time period that he was a member of the Sea Org, he had only a few days off and was paid just $30.00 a week. Finally, I got a call from Jeremy that he wanted to come home and that he was going to leave the SO. I was so excited I was beside myself. Jeremy said it would be a couple of days. The very thought of having him home for Thanksgiving was overwhelmingly thrilling. A couple days later and he says, “I’m still going through the procedure of routing out and I won’t be there for Thanksgiving.” I was extremely upset! I called Jeremy on Thanksgiving three times, very angered because I couldn’t get through. When I did finally get through, I asked if he was having Thanksgiving dinner to which he replied, “No mom, I am not allowed to be on the SO base and around the SO members.” He was off the base in isolation and under guard. He had to stay away from the members in “good standing.” I was really pissed now and so was the family!!! The following week, I called three to four times a day attempting to get my son home. Jeremy was isolated and kept under guard for seven to ten days. Jeremy was only sixteen, held against his will and in isolation for seven to ten days. To a teenager, that must seem like forever. My multiple daily calls went unanswered while he sat in isolation wanting nothing more than to come home. Fortunately, he was finally able to come home! In leaving the Sea Organization, Jeremy was issued a “free loader” debt of $950.00. Until this debt was paid, he could not take any courses or services with the church. He got a job at a motorcycle shop and made payments with the church over a six month time frame, to pay what they claimed he owed them, in order to remain in good standing with the church. At seventeen, as a minor legally unable to sign, or be bound to a contract, he paid the debt in full. I was ecstatic!! I got to the airport early and sat by the gate with anticipation of seeing my son that I haven’t seen in seven months. As he approached, I was flowing with excitement to see him, we hugged and I cried. Then we went to our favorite place for dinner, Chili’s. I asked Jeremy about his seven months in the SO. He told me, “I don’t want to talk about it and what is important is that I am home now.” I kept trying to find out what he did there but he adamantly made it clear he did not want to discuss it. I thought this was very strange. Jeremy and I usually talk about everything so this was ODD to me. I was full of JOY to finally have both of my kids back home. Slowly, Jeremy opened up to me and said, “Mom, I know you had a really hard time crying and missing me, but I want you to know it was even harder for me.” I cried many nights wanting to come home and I couldn’t tell you because the SO said I shouldn’t tell you while you’re recovering from your knee replacement.” He said that being there was really hard on him and that he missed me a lot and was very homesick. I was furious that the church kept this from me. I got Jeremy back in school and found that he was very behind because he had no schooling when he was in the SO. Per the law, he was required to be in school and he only went approximately three days in the seven months he was in the SO. Another violation that the SO committed. A few months later, Jeremy mentioned that his toe was hurting. I asked him about it and he said, “I had an ingrown toenail and had a toe procedure done in the Sea Org by a doctor and it was very painful.” I told Jeremy that I should have been told about this being his mom. He seemed upset about this procedure, but he was quite reluctant to divulge any information regarding it. His toe continued to hurt and when I asked Jeremy if he wanted to go to the doctor he said “NO!!!” This put up another red flag for me as a mom. I had an uneasy feeling about this, “toe procedure.” Six months later, we went to Clear Lake for my Moms 4th July Birthday week. Jeremy was talking to his Grandma, my Mom. My Mom was asking Jeremy about his stay in the SO. Jeremy slipped and said, ” Oh Nonie, I am not allowed to talk about that… I SIGNED A 3 MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT TO NEVER TALK ABOUT WHAT OCCURRED WHEN I WAS THERE AND IF I DO TALK ABOUT IT I WILL HAVE TO PAY THE CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY 3 MILLION DOLLARS AND LOSE MY ETERNITY!” Additionally, he added that if he were to break this contract, he would no longer be able to take any Scientology courses. My mom said, “WHAT!!!!” That is not legal or binding, you were only sixteen years old. She asked if he received a copy and he said no. My Mom told me this and we both thought… HUGE RED FLAG ~ THIS IS INSANE!!!! I couldn’t fathom any reason why a “church,” would order anyone to sign a contract blackmailing them into silence. What could have taken place that was so damning and horrible that they required a gag contract? Effective August 30, 2010, my Mother and I resigned from the Church of Scientology. Neither of us could deny that we were obviously a part of a corrupt and manipulating organization and we no longer wanted any part of it. The day we resigned, my Mom and I met my kids at our office to explain to them that we resigned and why. Jessica got very upset, she voiced her concerns that her Grandmother and I would be declared suppressive (a bad person) and if she kept in contact with us, then she would be declared as well. Jeremy was more receptive and agreed with a lot of things we were saying. We told them to take a couple days to think about what we said. The next weekend was Labor Day and I was told by a friend that their father said to Jessica and Jeremy that… “If you don’t disconnect from your Mom, then I will disconnect from you, because no one is going to take my eternity away from me!” We were all up at the lake for Labor Day, a big family weekend for us and my daughter was very upset with me for resigning. My son was a little more understanding. After my mom and I resigned, Pat Wehner and Maryjoe Hyland came over to our work, to talk to my Mom and try to “handle her.” (Convince her not to resign) Pat told my mom, “This will be a shock wave across the planet!” My Mom said clearly, “Lori and I are done.” They both looked sick about this and left. In the following weeks Mary Joe attempted to try to handle my mom and coerce her to not resign from the COS and to not request a repayment of her unused money on account. She tried to show her COS policies and tell her the consequences of her leaving and getting her money back that was owed to her. My Mom and I have a lot of integrity and stayed firm on our decision to leave the COS. My Children were very upset with me and they would not listen to why I wanted to leave. I was extremely upset about possibly losing my children and what I had gone through the past five years with my kids. I was not doing well. I struggled trying to sort out my feelings in addition to figure out for myself if I could salvage what I did find helpful about Scientology initially. I found Marty Rathbun, a former high ranking member of the COS who counsels other ex members to help them with their betrayals from the COS and if they choose to continue their counseling. I visited him in December 2010. He was in Texas and I had not told anyone of my whereabouts or what I was doing. The COS strongly opposes anyone of their members (or ex-members) to practice Scientology outside The Church. They refer to it as “squirreling.” After arriving home the following day from my visit with Marty in Texas, I was harassed and threatened by John Allender, an undercover operative for the Church of Scientology. He approached me in the parking lot at my office in an aggressive manner and asked…“Do you enjoy beatings?” Apparently, he was aware of my whereabouts. This became obvious when he said, “You’ve been doing some squirreling over the weekend.” I immediately reported this incident to the authorities. It became rather clear to me that I was being followed. I decided to share my short story on Marty Rathbuns blog, “Moving on up a Little Higher,” and I went public about John Allender’s threats towards me. My children Jeremy and Jessica were coerced and manipulated by the COS and their father to disconnect from me because I had left the “church”, “squirreled” and went public about John Allender’s threat to me. At this time, I spoke to Pat Wehner to request a refund on the $11,000 that I had on account with the “church” for future services. My daughter met with my Mother and Myself and told us that if we aksed for our money back, I would become an enemy to her and to the “church.” I was also told that Pat had already spent my money, that he would have to pay it back out of his own pocket and that I shouldn’t have gone public about the threats made against me by John Allender. I told her that I wanted my money back, I would not be returning for any services and I had every intention of going public with details about the injustices that the COS has inflicted upon me, my family and my children! My children told me that unless I got back in good standing with the COS and take their steps to rectify the situation, they could not be around me. Since my mom and I could not be “HANDLED,” my children were manipulated and forced to disconnect from us as of Feb 6, 2011. My mom and I have not seen Jessica or Jeremy since that date and they both live near us. My father, stepmother and brother tried to talk to my children on Easter to get them to look at what the COS was doing to “fair game” me. Fair game is a cruel strategy the COS enacts on those who are blowing the whistle on the “church’s” abuses! Basically “anything goes” to harm us. My kids refused to look at anything critical of their Church. There is a video showing Scientology’s harassment towards me. My children are no longer allowed to be around any member of the family that is critical of Scientology or anyone that has tried to get my children to see how insane this “church” is. And that disconnecting from family and those who love you most is immoral and wrong! My parents are in their seventies and cannot be a part of their Grandchildren’s lives because of this disconnection policy. My sister is nine months pregnant and Jeremy and Jessica cannot be there to revel in the joy of seeing their new baby cousin and being a part of his life! I was so upset that I felt I needed to go back to Texas to get help from Marty. I was mentally unable to handle the pain from the disconnection and the abuses I received from the “church.” In April 2011, I went to Marty’s. On my first day in counseling, John Allender, the man who had just threatened me in December and Mark Warlick (the man that I asked for help to stop the recruiting of my son) from San Jose followed me across state lines to Texas to try to stop me from meeting with Marty. They showed up with two other men in heinous light blue t-shirts with Marty’s picture on the front saying, “Squirrel” and cameras taped to their heads with a camera man. They slammed on Marty’s door while I was downstairs having a lunch break. The slamming on the door was similar to how the recruiters slammed on my door when they were recruiting my son. I saw it was John Allender and was terrified. Marty told me to lock my door and stay inside. Then Marty called the Sheriff and we reported the harassment and the stalking of me across state lines (all the way from San Jose, Ca). I also reported this to the authorities that I am currently working with. This incident left me clearly shaken and even more determined to stop these abuses from occurring. Three days later, a Squirrel Busters van with the logo on the side drove down the street near Marty’s house and when we saw them and they drove away. Then one morning I saw a man watching me from across the Canal. Upon arriving home, I found sexual liable about me on the internet. It was a “blog” written by a person calling themselves Minerva, pretending to be Marty Rathbun and even uses his name for the website when it isn’t him. In addition to Minerva’s slander, a commenter on the blog uses my name to continue to perpetuate the lies. This “Dear Diary” article has very personal things probably taken from my confidential counseling folders and put on the internet for the world to see. It is cruel, sick and another fair game tactic Scientology uses on ex-members for leaving and speaking up. On May 27, 2011 I found a package in my mailbox with no return address which implies that someone physically placed it in my mailbox. Included were some pamphlets and a letter that read… ”It has come to our attention that Marty Rathbun is auditing PCs who are smoking dope. Perhaps you are not fully aware of the effects drugs can have on an individual. Therefore, I am sending you the Truth about Drugs booklets, which are very educational on the dangerous effects of drugs. Minerva.” My Mother and I have continued and will always continue to reach out to Jessica and Jeremy until we are reunited once again. On February 1, 2011 I received this text message from my daughter… “Ok. Honestly, I don’t feel comfortable going to you and CR’s (my husband) birthday dinner and sitting there acting like nothing is wrong when I am very enturbulated (upset) about what is happening. I do wish you and CR a very happy birthday, but I’m not going to come on Saturday. I will be there for Papa’s on Sunday to wish him a happy birthday and see the family.” On Easter my mom and I sent Jessica and Jeremy Easter cards with money and they both sent them back to us saying they could not accept them because we are not in good standing with their Church. This past Mothers day, I invited both of my kids over for a BBQ. They told me they could not see me. Jeremy turned eighteen in June and I could not share this very special day with my son. I asked him if we could do something fun together for his birthday and I got no response. Another birthday we missed together because of the COS! In July, my Mom turned seventy two and we had a family celebration at the Lake. My two children always celebrate this fun week at the lake with us. Jessica and Jeremy were across the Lake with my cousin but did not come over to see us. Jeremy sent me another disconnection text. On July 4, 2011 I received this text message from Jeremy: “Mom I’m having a very hard time too and I never thought in my right mind that this would happen to us and it is a big bummer. But you know what you and Nonie need to do to put this family back together and that’s that. I really hope you guys fix this and we are all a family again. I miss you very much and hope everything is better soon, but I can’t be around you guys with this going on. You are my mother I will love you and miss you too.” On July 15, 2011 I received this text from Jeremy: “Mom…Please just handle this situation. You know what steps you need to do. It’s that easy and if me and sissy aren’t worth doing that then I have nothing else to say. I do love and miss you but I can’t be around you with this going on.” On May 1, 2011 I received this text from Jessica: “I did. I even watched that video. I am a Scientologist and I expect that to be respected. I told you before that this would be a complete different story if u just decided not to be a part of the church anymore and went off and did ur own thing. But u are attacking my group. U are being part of a squirrel group. By definition and fact they are squirrels and are trying to put a bad name to my church. And I don’t see how we can have a comm line when u r attacking my group and committing suppressive acts and by definition in the ethics book u r committing suppressive acts and that is lrh. I really don’t want things to be like this and I’d like to handle it but we can’t have an OK comm line until this stop. Scientology and my friends that are Scientologists have helped me majorly in life. I believe in it 100% and that won’t change. This has even been a wake up call for me and made me realize how important it really is for me to get up my bridge now.” Jessica turned twenty one in August and I sent her balloons and a beautiful card to her place of employment and I got no response. I also asked her if we could do something special for her big day and not tell anyone so we could be together, no response. My sister is pregnant and just had a beautiful baby shower which Jessica was invited to, no response. This was the first summer at the Lake without my kids and it was so very sad for all of us. We all miss them very much and hope soon they come back to their loving family who cares so much for them. In July my son changed his phone number so I can no longer text him. In August my Facebook was broken into or hacked into three times from Texas and twice from Washington. I have pictures of this and reported this to the authorities. The San Jose Mission (where I used to take classes and where my kids are being coerced to disconnect from us all) just moved 1/2 block away from our office. My ex has my son working construction there, so my son is working a 1/2 block away from me and yet I can’t see him. I have also been trying to get my money on account (never used for services) back from the San Jose Mission of the COS. Pat Wehner, the Mission Holder of San Jose, will not give me my money back unless I sign a “Claims and Verification” form signing away my rights, and do the steps and “conditions” in Scientology that are required to get my money back. It states that I can’t go to an outside third party etc… This violates my constitutional rights. John Allender was watching me from his truck when he drove by me at the Pruneyard in Campbell in August 2011. Just yesterday members of my ex husbands family have disconnected from me fearing that staying in contact with me would jeopardize a member of their family, to what extent I do not know. They also feared that further contact with me would most definitely lead to a disconnection from their family. My children are being told by the “church” that I am crazy and that I am spewing lies about the church. The Church of Scientology is a dangerous, paranoid and unjust organization. They utilize fair game, which in their opinion means that they can lie, trick and do whatever it takes to utterly destroy me as an open critic of the church. I have been harassed, threatened, stalked and continue to be fair gamed even now. They also use disconnection as a means of power over their members. Having thoughts that are not favorable towards Scientology will inevitably lead to losing the ones you love through this forced policy. I did find value in some of my Scientology courses and counseling. After leaving the “church,” I was unsure of whether or not to continue my belief in Scientology without the interference of the organization. I sought help and counsel from Marty Rathbun. He is a phenomenal counselor helped me greatly in decompressing from my time and struggles within the COS. For that, I am truly grateful. After leaving the church, I spent a lot of time researching LRH and the policies of disconnection and fair game, both of which I struggle to deal with daily. I am no longer a Scientologist in any capacity. Not a second passes that I don’t miss my children with every fiber of my being. That I don’t ache to hear their voices and make new memories with them. I’m telling my story to shed light on the abuses that continue to go on within the Church of Scientology, to bring my children back where they belong, with their family, with me. 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A Mother's Heartbreak<br />
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by Lori Hodgson<br />
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February 6, 2011 is a day that I will never forget. A day that haunts me daily as I struggle with the insurmountable anguish and heartbreak of being “disconnected” from my children at the hands of the Church Of Scientology. My children, the very essence of my being were forced to choose between remaining in contact with me after my resignation from Scientology, or their eternity and good standing in the church.<br />
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I could have never imagined that the belief system I once valued, would actively recruit my minor children to work on staff and induct my son into the Sea Organization, (a dedicated group within Scientology in which one signs a one billion year contract to serve Scientology for this lifetime and future lifetimes as well) against my wishes, restrict my contact with them and force my son to sign a three million dollar gag contract, silencing him from speaking out about his time within the Sea Organization, before he could effectively route out. Unfortunately, this is my reality.<br />
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If I had known in 1976 when I joined Scientology at the age of thirteen as Lori Moore. That if I chose to leave one day, that I would lose my children, my family and friends that remained in Scientology; I would have never participated in such a cruel organization.<br />
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When I first joined I liked Scientology. I felt it enhanced my communication skills and improved my life. After two years at age fifteen, I signed a five year contract with the Church of Scientology Stevens Creek Mission, as an employee on a part time basis.<br />
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At the age of sixteen, I was actively recruited to join the SO myself. I had a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. Something didn’t feel right and my instincts told me to say no.<br />
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In 1982, my fourth year on staff, I witnessed many odd things. I was being instructed to help the full time staff wash their cars and donate money to them. It seemed so crazy and I wanted to get out of there. I stayed one more year finishing my contract with the church and went to college for six years. I struggled in college due to the fact that I did not receive a full high school education, but I persisted and received my BA.<br />
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While being away at college kept me away from actively participating in Scientology courses, in 1987 I returned as a public parishioner, positive that I did not want to be on staff. In the years that followed, I married a fellow Scientologist thus becoming Lori Leake and we had two children, Jessica and Jeremy.<br />
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Bearing children while in the Sea Organization is forbidden. However during my pregnancy with Jessica, I was approached once again to join the SO. I told the recruiter that my then husband Jim Leake, was not qualified for the SO and the recruiter said that joining the SO was for the greatest good and not to worry about my husband. I looked at her with disgust and thought to myself, you can take your greatest good crap and shove it!!<br />
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In 1995, my children were two and four and a half years old and I became the preschool director of a Scientology school. I remember an instance where I saw the owner of the school crying. I approached her and asked her why she was crying. <br />
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I’ll never forget her response, “My daughter is joining the Sea Organization and there is nothing I can do to stop it!” <br />
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I thought to myself, Wow, that is strange! Why would she be unable to stop her fifteen year old daughter from signing a billion year contract with the Sea Org?<br />
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I went home that day and shared the incident with my then husband, Jessica and Jeremy’s father. I told him that I would never approve of or allow our children to join the Sea Org. I thought it was nuts and had heard horror stories of parents never seeing their children again.<br />
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Our opinions on this matter differed. His step son from his first marriage, Chris Leake, had joined the Sea Org at the age of twelve or thirteen and went “Over the Rainbow.” This meant that he had gone to a place within Scientology with an extremely high level of security (a secret place) and his mother was not even aware of his location. I couldn’t imagine how his mother felt. Incidentally, Chris ended up marrying LRH’s granddaughter Rhoanne.<br />
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We divorced in 2002, shortly thereafter. I removed my children from the Scientology school and placed them in public school. As a single mother I could no longer afford the steep prices of the private Scientology school. After growing up in a Scientology school, Jessica and Jeremy had to transition to the different setting, but adjusted rather well after a few months.<br />
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In 2005, my parental rights began to be violated. Jessica was fifteen and in her second semester of her sophomore year of high school. She was excelling in school, receiving all A’s and B’s, had many friends and was looking forward to college.<br />
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However, after reviewing a staff recruiting film and speaking with recruiters at the Los Gatos Organization of the Church of Scientology, without my knowledge or permission, she came home repeating the alarming information that the film had suggested.<br />
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Essentially, it was a film demonizing psychiatry and implied that public schools had a larger influence of psychiatric and street drugs. Cheap propaganda that public schools and the environment it provided was an unsafe place for her. After reviewing this film, she expressed that she wanted to drop out of school and obtain her GED, in addition to joining staff at the Church Of Scientology. My fifteen year old daughter, a MINOR was being recruited to join staff! To put her education aside and work for the “church.” I was shocked by her sudden change of behavior. I told her absolutely not! I told her that once she turned eighteen she could make that decision but I preferred she go to college first.<br />
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The next nine months were a living hell. I was adamantly against Jessica joining staff, a feeling that was relayed to the church. While attending counseling within the church myself, I was pulled from what I was working on and put into “interrogation” counseling. The Church demanded to know “who” did not agree with Jessica joining staff, even after I told them repeatedly that I was the only one who did not want her to join staff.<br />
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In Scientology they believe strongly that there is a Suppressive Person behind this. When the “church” couldn’t find their “who” they put me in extensive Chaplain meetings with the Chaplain, my daughter, her father and myself. This went on for a couple more months. After all the pressure I had from Scientology and her father, I finally gave in. We agreed that Jessica would go to a Scientology school and get her high school diploma before joining staff. <br />
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Surprisingly, Jessica got her non accredited diploma when she was sixteen. I was still trying to persuade her to not join staff, but she did so against my wishes. She signed a five year contract and was told if she breaks her contract she will have a debt (called a free loader debt) for staff training and other”services” received while on staff.<br />
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Scientology told Jessica that she would have to pay off her debt before she was allowed to do any more Scientology services. I reminded Jessica that this would be her debt if she left. She said “I’m not going to leave.”<br />
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It was during this time I married a wonderful man on March 4, 2006. He is the love of my life and I was now Lori Hodgson. I met him outside of Scientology. He was not a Scientologist, but took a couple classes. After observing what I was going through with the Church and my children, he made the decision to no longer affiliate himself with Scientology.<br />
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After Jessica was on staff for a couple months, she was sent to Florida for training. She was there three months battling homesickness before deciding it was not for her and came home. She then worked back at the Los Gatos Organization for a couple more months but came to the determination that she didn’t want to be on staff anymore. She had to have special “interrogating counseling” and do specific “conditions” before she left. When she left staff she had a $13,000 debt. Mainly from the counseling she was ordered to get because she wanted to leave.<br />
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It was completely asinine. On top of her $13,000 debt (at sixteen years old) she had to do amends.<br />
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This meant working 100 plus hours to get back in “good standing” with the “Church”. A couple weeks went by and the Los Gatos Org told Jessica that they have a “Minor Rates Special.” This was that if Jessica could pay off her debt in full in 3 days, they would knock her debt down to $6,000.<br />
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It was rumored that fellow Scientologist were helping Jessica find someone to loan her the money. My Mom ended up loaning Jessica the money. Meanwhile, the Scientologist that assisted her most likely received a commission on Jessica’s debt.<br />
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In 2007, Jessica was seventeen, working at a preschool and taking junior college classes in the evening. Jeremy was fourteen and beginning his freshman year in public high school and actively trying out for the football team. After a month in school he told me that he didn’t like public school anymore and wanted to attend the Scientology school his sister attended. This conversation was eerily similar to the one I had with Jessica not long ago. I was beginning to suspect an entirely new nightmare was about to begin.<br />
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In November 2008, I went to the hospital for a knee replacement surgery. It was an extremely complicated surgery entailing four long days in the hospital. One week later on a Friday night, while I was in recovery, my son Jeremy, at fifteen years old, attended a Sea Org recruiting event behind my back. That following Sunday he came over to visit me and tells me he wants to join the Sea Org. That didn’t go over very well.<br />
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At this time, I was in excruciating pain from my surgery and on high levels of pain medication and I was not functioning properly. Jeremy told me that joining the Sea Org was his sole purpose in his life and he is aware that it is a billion year contract. Scientologists believe one lives many life times, coming back with a new body and continuing their contract to the organization and the Church.<br />
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I always thought that was totally crazy! Jeremy said that he needed to leave in a couple days. I was hysterical, distraught and felt that I was truly on the verge of losing it. The pain and high dosages of Percocet (a strong narcotic pain pill) didn’t help my state. I told him absolutely NOT! My daughter heard us and came to see what was wrong. She saw how upset I was and told me there was nothing she could do. That she was already in an upsetting situation with Scientology and she couldn’t get in the middle of it.<br />
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I told Jeremy in no uncertain terms that he was not to join the Sea Org. He was a MINOR, a fifteen year old boy without the life experience to make such a profound decision. Later that evening, Jeremy came back and continued to ask permission to join. Every part of me ached, reeled and screamed from the mental and physical pain. Seeing me in such distress, my husband tried to diffuse the situation by asking Jeremy to leave and respect the decision as his mother.<br />
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Upon Jeremy’s refusal, my husband contacted Pat Wehner who was the ethics officer and Mission holder where I took services. Pat told us there was nothing he could do, I had heard that before. In the following days I was harassed by recruiters trying to persuade me to allow my son to join the Sea Org.<br />
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Once again, I contacted Pat in order to help me write up reports to Mark Warlick, the man in charge of Internal Scientology Legal Affairs. My reports stated that as Jeremy Leake’s mother, I was not allowing him to join the Sea Org and I wanted all recruiting to stop until he was eighteen. The church had their agenda, they wanted my son. <br />
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Because of all the stress I was not physically healing properly. While at home, recruiters arrived and stood outside my living room window insisting that they talk to me. I told them to leave, I couldn’t talk and I had to leave for physical therapy. The interaction really startled me, I couldn’t stop shaking. My father arrived to take me to physical therapy just as the recruiters left barely missing each other.<br />
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After physical therapy, my dad brought me home and put me to bed and left. Within minutes, the recruiters were back, pounding on my door for at least fifteen minutes. I was frantic and frightened. I tried to call my mom but she was unavailable so I left a message and the recruiters pounding on my door was recorded. I then called Pat Wehner and he verbally tried to calm me down.<br />
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Although he lived right down the street, he did not come over to assist me. Seeing that the harassment and constant recruiting was harming my recovery, my life-long friend Mari met with the two main recruiters, Gerald and Alexis at a Starbucks. Mari took time out of her busy day to get them to understand my physical condition and state of mind. She got my drug list and details of my surgery which included the information of my leg, basically as the equivalent of being amputated and put back together.<br />
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The recruiters told her that they heard I was watching TV and that if I was able to watch TV then I was able to handle a recruiting cycle of my son.<br />
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After the Mission Holder, Pat Wehner, failed to assist my mother and I in our pleas to stop this insanity, my mother called Mari and met up with her to seek guidance in the situation. Mari is a smart person, she figured out how to best protect me in my condition and helped me secure a doctor’s note which she then promptly delivered to Mark Warlick, the legal officer for the Los Gatos org. <br />
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Later, after the note had been delivered Mari went to meet with the recruiters who have been pounding on my door. She wanted to tell them that she orchestrated the contact with my doctor and obtained the note to have this situation corrected once and for all. Before she was able to tell them what had occurred, she was told that whoever got the physicians note is a suppressive person!<br />
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The recruiting did not cease or even slow down. In fact, they went to my parents home twice late at night with Jeremy to get my Mom to “handle” me and get me to allow Jeremy to join the Sea Org. They also showed up with my son at my Mother’s place of employment to talk to her again<br />
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My health was not improving, in fact it was deteriorating and I was rushed back to the emergency room where I remained for ten hours. I had an ovarian cyst rupture and was diagnosed with pneumonia in addition to my knee which was not healing from replacement surgery. A rupture of an ovarian cyst if not treated immediately can lead to death and I was admitted for three days. During this time, the recruiting did ease slightly and Jeremy and I were growing even closer. He told me he had changed his mind and no longer wanted to joining the Sea Org.<br />
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Hearing those words filled me with such an immense amount of hope and joy! Although, that joy was short lived. Unbeknownst to me, recruiting was continuing behind my back despite the many reports I had written to Mark Warlick insisting the recruiting stop. Jeremy came back to tell me that he did want to join the Sea Org and they promised him that he would continue his schooling, obtain his driver’s license and his orthodontic treatment would progress as scheduled.<br />
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They promised him his own computer and trips to play golf, as well as enticing him with the attractive girls there, knowing how badly Jeremy wanted a girlfriend. They also promised me that I could talk to him anytime I wanted to and he would be able to come home for his birthday and most major holidays. I fought the constant begging and the coercion by the COS and I felt hopeless. <br />
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I felt as if the only way to keep my son and to keep in contact with him was to allow him to join. If I refused, he would surely disconnect from me. The recruiting within the organization is crude and filled with false promises and lies. These kids do not know what they are getting into. They are signing billion year contracts without having even lived to adulthood!<br />
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On May 4th, Jeremy left for the Sea Org after signing a one billion year contract for the Church Of Scientology. I signed a power of attorney and guardianship to Bob Wright. Bob Wright is Jeremy’s uncle and worked very closely under David Miscavige, the leader of the Church. Because Bob is Jeremy’s uncle, I believed he would look after Jeremy’s best interest and well being while in the Sea Org.<br />
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What I didn’t understand fully at the time is that legally Bob was Jeremy’s guardian but many of the decisions made were made by the “Church,” not Bob.<br />
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The next two weeks I was preparing for my second knee surgery, to replace my initial knee replacement that had complications. During this time, Jessica went down to LA with her fiancé. She and her fiancé were heavily recruited while she was there to join the Sea Org. Her fiancé wanted to join, but she didn’t. The recruiters coerced her by screaming at her to join. They eventually wore her down and she did join under extreme pressure. They told her it was her only choice.<br />
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While in the hospital, on my second day after surgery, Jessica visits and says goodbye to me and joins the Sea Org. She also mentioned that she and Justin (her fiancé) were going to get married in a couple days so they can be together in the SO. I was extremely distraught about not being there for my only daughter’s wedding and losing her to the SO, but she was eighteen and as an adult, had the power to make that decision herself, no matter how against it I was.<br />
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She also signed a billion year contract like her brother. Now I had lost both of my kids to this corrupt and cruel, child stealing organization and the wedding is being planned while I’m in the hospital! I couldn’t wrap my mind around a “religion” being so cruel and heartless. <br />
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I was so upset that the next day I went into shock. Luckily my Dad was there and he went to get help as he didn’t think I was going to make it. He ran down the hallway yelling for help! The medical response team came and pulled me out of the shock. I felt like I almost died but I got a second chance yet I ended up having to get a full blood transfusion. Since I made it, I was going to make some changes in my life.<br />
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Little did I know what was on the horizon for me.<br />
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On my fifth day post op, I was released to my house that used to have the presence of my two children. I was incredibly grateful that at least I had my wonderful husband, my loyal dog to greet me and my compassionate stepson Peter. I had a very difficult recovery, mainly from the loss of my children being gone and missing them so much!<br />
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I remember many heartbreaking nights missing my kids and trying to cope with all the pain. My stepson Peter would bring me ice packs and just be there for me. At this time, my daughter and son were both in the SO and I tried calling for two weeks. The SO would not allow me to speak with them. <br />
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Jeremy was almost turning sixteen and Jessica was eighteen. Jeremy’s sixteenth birthday was coming up and the SO promised me that my son could come home for his birthday. Birthdays are very big in my family and we were all going to have a lovely sixteenth birthday party for my son with his family who loves him.<br />
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I finally got through after three weeks of crying because I couldn’t reach my son, on top of recovering from my knee with extensive physical therapy. Jeremy told me he could not come home for his birthday, that he was not done with his EPF (Estates project Force, boot camp type training) and the SO would not approve for him to come home. Jeremy seemed really upset when he called but was holding back.<br />
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I knew how important coming home for his big day was. The SO monitored his calls and he was not allowed to show any negative emotions, but only positive emotions when in the SO. I was extremely upset and so was all my family.<br />
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A month passed and Jessica called announcing to me, “I’m coming home!” She was not allowed to tell me until she had gained authorization from the SO to do so. Another fact I was unaware of at the time. At dinner a couple months later, Jessica told me what really happened. When Jessica was packing to go to the SO a day before she left, the SO said there is a problem with her fiancé going with her to FLAG.<br />
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She and Justin had planned to marry once they had both arrived in Florida so that they could remain together while in the SO. Justin had an Ethics situation and was not approved to go with her but needed to go to the Mexico SO to get this handled before he could join her.<br />
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Jessica was DEVASTATED about this as she was joining the SO mainly for him so they could be together. The SO promised her that her fiancé would be able to join her soon. After only two days, she could clearly see that her fiancé wasn’t coming soon and so she wanted to leave the SO and come home. <br />
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They were able to talk and Justin decided to leave and go back home too. The SO tried to “handle” Jessica to stay and kept her there for a month against her will, while making her perform menial tasks like wash dishes. She told the people in charge that she reported to daily that she wanted to come home. Jessica is very feisty and was determined to get out of there. After one month of persistence, she was home and I was so happy and relieved to have her back with me.<br />
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She told me that the SO in charge yelled at her and would not let her go home until she did her official route out. Then she said, “Oh mom please doesn’t tell anyone I said this, I could get in big trouble!!!” I was beyond furious! That they treated her this way and lied to her about her fiancé joining her, this was all so surreal and shocking to me.<br />
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At the seven month mark, I still struggled to recover from my surgery but the emotional trauma from missing my son was not helping. I was still on pain pills when needed and Advil. In the time that Jeremy was in the SO, I was only able to speak to him five times. My husband would see me crying because they would not let me talk to him and he was infuriated and ready to fly me to Florida to get Jeremy, even though my immense knee pain rendered me unable to do so.<br />
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During the minimal times we did talk, I could tell something was wrong and Jeremy told me a couple times that he was in school and doing well. On the contrary, Jeremy had sufficient schooling only a handful of times. A total disregard for the “Power Of Attorney for Care Of Minor Child” that clearly stated he would attend regular schooling.<br />
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I didn’t believe he was doing well at all, I guess it’s a mothers intuition!! The Sea Org had also promised me, that Jeremy would continue his orthodontic treatment that he had been in the process of for the past three years and now he was ready for his final stage of treatment, braces. In actuality, he never got any orthodontic treatment. Another broken promise and the “Power Of Attorney for Medical Care Of Minor” violated.<br />
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Jeremy had his drivers permit and needed to continue his hours of driving, another promise the church had ensured me of, yet he never had an opportunity to practice while he was there. Jeremy was in the CMO (Commanders Messenger Organization, a very high ranking section in the SO) and for three months was in the regular EPF and then went to the CMO EPF.<br />
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In the seven month time period that he was a member of the Sea Org, he had only a few days off and was paid just $30.00 a week.<br />
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Finally, I got a call from Jeremy that he wanted to come home and that he was going to leave the SO. I was so excited I was beside myself. Jeremy said it would be a couple of days. <br />
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The very thought of having him home for Thanksgiving was overwhelmingly thrilling. A couple days later and he says, “I’m still going through the procedure of routing out and I won’t be there for Thanksgiving.” I was extremely upset! I called Jeremy on Thanksgiving three times, very angered because I couldn’t get through.<br />
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When I did finally get through, I asked if he was having Thanksgiving dinner to which he replied, “No mom, I am not allowed to be on the SO base and around the SO members.” He was off the base in isolation and under guard. He had to stay away from the members in “good standing.” I was really pissed now and so was the family!!!<br />
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The following week, I called three to four times a day attempting to get my son home. Jeremy was isolated and kept under guard for seven to ten days. Jeremy was only sixteen, held against his will and in isolation for seven to ten days. To a teenager, that must seem like forever. My multiple daily calls went unanswered while he sat in isolation wanting nothing more than to come home. Fortunately, he was finally able to come home!<br />
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In leaving the Sea Organization, Jeremy was issued a “free loader” debt of $950.00.<br />
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Until this debt was paid, he could not take any courses or services with the church. He got a job at a motorcycle shop and made payments with the church over a six month time frame, to pay what they claimed he owed them, in order to remain in good standing with the church.<br />
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At seventeen, as a minor legally unable to sign, or be bound to a contract, he paid the debt in full. I was ecstatic!! I got to the airport early and sat by the gate with anticipation of seeing my son that I haven’t seen in seven months. As he approached, I was flowing with excitement to see him, we hugged and I cried. Then we went to our favorite place for dinner, Chili’s. I asked Jeremy about his seven months in the SO. He told me, “I don’t want to talk about it and what is important is that I am home now.”<br />
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I kept trying to find out what he did there but he adamantly made it clear he did not want to discuss it. I thought this was very strange. Jeremy and I usually talk about everything so this was ODD to me. I was full of JOY to finally have both of my kids back home. Slowly, Jeremy opened up to me and said, “Mom, I know you had a really hard time crying and missing me, but I want you to know it was even harder for me.”<br />
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I cried many nights wanting to come home and I couldn’t tell you because the SO said I shouldn’t tell you while you’re recovering from your knee replacement.” He said that being there was really hard on him and that he missed me a lot and was very homesick. I was furious that the church kept this from me.<br />
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I got Jeremy back in school and found that he was very behind because he had no schooling when he was in the SO. Per the law, he was required to be in school and he only went approximately three days in the seven months he was in the SO. Another violation that the SO committed. A few months later, Jeremy mentioned that his toe was hurting. I asked him about it and he said, “I had an ingrown toenail and had a toe procedure done in the Sea Org by a doctor and it was very painful.”<br />
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I told Jeremy that I should have been told about this being his mom. He seemed upset about this procedure, but he was quite reluctant to divulge any information regarding it. His toe continued to hurt and when I asked Jeremy if he wanted to go to the doctor he said “NO!!!” This put up another red flag for me as a mom. I had an uneasy feeling about this, “toe procedure.”<br />
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Six months later, we went to Clear Lake for my Moms 4th July Birthday week. Jeremy was talking to his Grandma, my Mom. My Mom was asking Jeremy about his stay in the SO. Jeremy slipped and said, ” Oh Nonie, I am not allowed to talk about that…<br />
I SIGNED A 3 MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT TO NEVER TALK ABOUT WHAT OCCURRED WHEN I WAS THERE AND IF I DO TALK ABOUT IT I WILL HAVE TO PAY THE CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY 3 MILLION DOLLARS AND LOSE MY ETERNITY!”<br />
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Additionally, he added that if he were to break this contract, he would no longer be able to take any Scientology courses. My mom said, “WHAT!!!!” That is not legal or binding, you were only sixteen years old.<br />
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She asked if he received a copy and he said no. My Mom told me this and we both thought…<br />
HUGE RED FLAG ~ THIS IS INSANE!!!!<br />
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I couldn’t fathom any reason why a “church,” would order anyone to sign a contract blackmailing them into silence. What could have taken place that was so damning and horrible that they required a gag contract?<br />
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Effective August 30, 2010, my Mother and I resigned from the Church of Scientology. Neither of us could deny that we were obviously a part of a corrupt and manipulating organization and we no longer wanted any part of it. The day we resigned, my Mom and I met my kids at our office to explain to them that we resigned and why. Jessica got very upset, she voiced her concerns that her Grandmother and I would be declared suppressive (a bad person) and if she kept in contact with us, then she would be declared as well. <br />
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Jeremy was more receptive and agreed with a lot of things we were saying. We told them to take a couple days to think about what we said. The next weekend was Labor Day and I was told by a friend that their father said to Jessica and Jeremy that…<br />
“If you don’t disconnect from your Mom, then I will disconnect from you, because no one is going to take my eternity away from me!” <br />
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We were all up at the lake for Labor Day, a big family weekend for us and my daughter was very upset with me for resigning. My son was a little more understanding.<br />
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After my mom and I resigned, Pat Wehner and Maryjoe Hyland came over to our work, to talk to my Mom and try to “handle her.” (Convince her not to resign) Pat told my mom, “This will be a shock wave across the planet!” My Mom said clearly, “Lori and I are done.” They both looked sick about this and left. In the following weeks Mary Joe attempted to try to handle my mom and coerce her to not resign from the COS and to not request a repayment of her unused money on account.<br />
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She tried to show her COS policies and tell her the consequences of her leaving and getting her money back that was owed to her. My Mom and I have a lot of integrity and stayed firm on our decision to leave the COS. My Children were very upset with me and they would not listen to why I wanted to leave. I was extremely upset about possibly losing my children and what I had gone through the past five years with my kids. <br />
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I was not doing well. I struggled trying to sort out my feelings in addition to figure out for myself if I could salvage what I did find helpful about Scientology initially. I found Marty Rathbun, a former high ranking member of the COS who counsels other ex members to help them with their betrayals from the COS and if they choose to continue their counseling.<br />
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I visited him in December 2010. He was in Texas and I had not told anyone of my whereabouts or what I was doing. The COS strongly opposes anyone of their members (or ex-members) to practice Scientology outside The Church. They refer to it as “squirreling.”<br />
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After arriving home the following day from my visit with Marty in Texas, I was harassed and threatened by John Allender, an undercover operative for the Church of Scientology. He approached me in the parking lot at my office in an aggressive manner and asked…“Do you enjoy beatings?”<br />
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Apparently, he was aware of my whereabouts. This became obvious when he said, “You’ve been doing some squirreling over the weekend.” I immediately reported this incident to the authorities. It became rather clear to me that I was being followed. I decided to share my short story on Marty Rathbuns blog, “Moving on up a Little Higher,” and I went public about John Allender’s threats towards me.<br />
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My children Jeremy and Jessica were coerced and manipulated by the COS and their father to disconnect from me because I had left the “church”, “squirreled” and went public about John Allender’s threat to me.<br />
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At this time, I spoke to Pat Wehner to request a refund on the $11,000 that I had on account with the “church” for future services. My daughter met with my Mother and Myself and told us that if we aksed for our money back, I would become an enemy to her and to the “church.” I was also told that Pat had already spent my money, that he would have to pay it back out of his own pocket and that I shouldn’t have gone public about the threats made against me by John Allender.<br />
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I told her that I wanted my money back, I would not be returning for any services and I had every intention of going public with details about the injustices that the COS has inflicted upon me, my family and my children! <br />
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My children told me that unless I got back in good standing with the COS and take their steps to rectify the situation, they could not be around me.<br />
Since my mom and I could not be “HANDLED,” my children were manipulated and forced to disconnect from us as of Feb 6, 2011. My mom and I have not seen Jessica or Jeremy since that date and they both live near us.<br />
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My father, stepmother and brother tried to talk to my children on Easter to get them to look at what the COS was doing to “fair game” me. Fair game is a cruel strategy the COS enacts on those who are blowing the whistle on the “church’s” abuses! Basically “anything goes” to harm us. My kids refused to look at anything critical of their Church. There is a video showing Scientology’s harassment towards me.<br />
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My children are no longer allowed to be around any member of the family that is critical of Scientology or anyone that has tried to get my children to see how insane this “church” is. And that disconnecting from family and those who love you most is immoral and wrong! My parents are in their seventies and cannot be a part of their Grandchildren’s lives because of this disconnection policy. <br />
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My sister is nine months pregnant and Jeremy and Jessica cannot be there to revel in the joy of seeing their new baby cousin and being a part of his life! I was so upset that I felt I needed to go back to Texas to get help from Marty. I was mentally unable to handle the pain from the disconnection and the abuses I received from the “church.” In April 2011, I went to Marty’s.<br />
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On my first day in counseling, John Allender, the man who had just threatened me in December and Mark Warlick (the man that I asked for help to stop the recruiting of my son) from San Jose followed me across state lines to Texas to try to stop me from meeting with Marty.<br />
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They showed up with two other men in heinous light blue t-shirts with Marty’s picture on the front saying, “Squirrel” and cameras taped to their heads with a camera man. They slammed on Marty’s door while I was downstairs having a lunch break. The slamming on the door was similar to how the recruiters slammed on my door when they were recruiting my son. <br />
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I saw it was John Allender and was terrified. Marty told me to lock my door and stay inside. Then Marty called the Sheriff and we reported the harassment and the stalking of me across state lines (all the way from San Jose, Ca). I also reported this to the authorities that I am currently working with.<br />
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This incident left me clearly shaken and even more determined to stop these abuses from occurring. Three days later, a Squirrel Busters van with the logo on the side drove down the street near Marty’s house and when we saw them and they drove away. Then one morning I saw a man watching me from across the Canal.<br />
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Upon arriving home, I found sexual liable about me on the internet. It was a “blog” written by a person calling themselves Minerva, pretending to be Marty Rathbun and even uses his name for the website when it isn’t him. In addition to Minerva’s slander, a commenter on the blog uses my name to continue to perpetuate the lies.<br />
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This “Dear Diary” article has very personal things probably taken from my confidential counseling folders and put on the internet for the world to see. It is cruel, sick and another fair game tactic Scientology uses on ex-members for leaving and speaking up.<br />
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On May 27, 2011 I found a package in my mailbox with no return address which implies that someone physically placed it in my mailbox. Included were some pamphlets and a letter that read…<br />
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”It has come to our attention that Marty Rathbun is auditing PCs who are smoking dope. Perhaps you are not fully aware of the effects drugs can have on an individual. Therefore, I am sending you the Truth about Drugs booklets, which are very educational on the dangerous effects of drugs. Minerva.”<br />
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My Mother and I have continued and will always continue to reach out to Jessica and Jeremy until we are reunited once again. On February 1, 2011 I received this text message from my daughter…<br />
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“Ok. Honestly, I don’t feel comfortable going to you and CR’s (my husband) birthday dinner and sitting there acting like nothing is wrong when I am very enturbulated (upset) about what is happening. I do wish you and CR a very happy birthday, but I’m not going to come on Saturday. I will be there for Papa’s on Sunday to wish him a happy birthday and see the family.”<br />
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On Easter my mom and I sent Jessica and Jeremy Easter cards with money and they both sent them back to us saying they could not accept them because we are not in good standing with their Church.<br />
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This past Mothers day, I invited both of my kids over for a BBQ. They told me they could not see me. Jeremy turned eighteen in June and I could not share this very special day with my son. I asked him if we could do something fun together for his birthday and I got no response. Another birthday we missed together because of the COS!<br />
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In July, my Mom turned seventy two and we had a family celebration at the Lake. My two children always celebrate this fun week at the lake with us. Jessica and Jeremy were across the Lake with my cousin but did not come over to see us. Jeremy sent me another disconnection text.<br />
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On July 4, 2011 I received this text message from Jeremy:<br />
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“Mom I’m having a very hard time too and I never thought in my right mind that this would happen to us and it is a big bummer. But you know what you and Nonie need to do to put this family back together and that’s that. I really hope you guys fix this and we are all a family again. I miss you very much and hope everything is better soon, but I can’t be around you guys with this going on. You are my mother I will love you and miss you too.”<br />
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On July 15, 2011 I received this text from Jeremy:<br />
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“Mom…Please just handle this situation. You know what steps you need to do. It’s that easy and if me and sissy aren’t worth doing that then I have nothing else to say. I do love and miss you but I can’t be around you with this going on.”<br />
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On May 1, 2011 I received this text from Jessica:<br />
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“I did. I even watched that video. I am a Scientologist and I expect that to be respected. I told you before that this would be a complete different story if u just decided not to be a part of the church anymore and went off and did ur own thing. But u are attacking my group. U are being part of a squirrel group. By definition and fact they are squirrels and are trying to put a bad name to my church.<br />
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And I don’t see how we can have a comm line when u r attacking my group and committing suppressive acts and by definition in the ethics book u r committing suppressive acts and that is lrh. I really don’t want things to be like this and I’d like to handle it but we can’t have an OK comm line until this stop. Scientology and my friends that are Scientologists have helped me majorly in life.<br />
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I believe in it 100% and that won’t change. This has even been a wake up call for me and made me realize how important it really is for me to get up my bridge now.”<br />
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Jessica turned twenty one in August and I sent her balloons and a beautiful card to her place of employment and I got no response. I also asked her if we could do something special for her big day and not tell anyone so we could be together, no response. My sister is pregnant and just had a beautiful baby shower which Jessica was invited to, no response.<br />
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This was the first summer at the Lake without my kids and it was so very sad for all of us. We all miss them very much and hope soon they come back to their loving family who cares so much for them. In July my son changed his phone number so I can no longer text him. In August my Facebook was broken into or hacked into three times from Texas and twice from Washington. I have pictures of this and reported this to the authorities.<br />
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The San Jose Mission (where I used to take classes and where my kids are being coerced to disconnect from us all) just moved 1/2 block away from our office. My ex has my son working construction there, so my son is working a 1/2 block away from me and yet I can’t see him.<br />
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I have also been trying to get my money on account (never used for services) back from the San Jose Mission of the COS. Pat Wehner, the Mission Holder of San Jose, will not give me my money back unless I sign a “Claims and Verification” form signing away my rights, and do the steps and “conditions” in Scientology that are required to get my money back.<br />
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It states that I can’t go to an outside third party etc… This violates my constitutional rights. John Allender was watching me from his truck when he drove by me at the Pruneyard in Campbell in August 2011. Just yesterday members of my ex husbands family have disconnected from me fearing that staying in contact with me would jeopardize a member of their family, to what extent I do not know. They also feared that further contact with me would most definitely lead to a disconnection from their family.<br />
My children are being told by the “church” that I am crazy and that I am spewing lies about the church.<br />
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The Church of Scientology is a dangerous, paranoid and unjust organization. They utilize fair game, which in their opinion means that they can lie, trick and do whatever it takes to utterly destroy me as an open critic of the church. I have been harassed, threatened, stalked and continue to be fair gamed even now.<br />
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They also use disconnection as a means of power over their members. Having thoughts that are not favorable towards Scientology will inevitably lead to losing the ones you love through this forced policy.<br />
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I did find value in some of my Scientology courses and counseling. After leaving the “church,” I was unsure of whether or not to continue my belief in Scientology without the interference of the organization.<br />
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I sought help and counsel from Marty Rathbun. He is a phenomenal counselor helped me greatly in decompressing from my time and struggles within the COS. For that, I am truly grateful. After leaving the church, I spent a lot of time researching LRH and the policies of disconnection and fair game, both of which I struggle to deal with daily.<br />
I am no longer a Scientologist in any capacity.<br />
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Not a second passes that I don’t miss my children with every fiber of my being. That I don’t ache to hear their voices and make new memories with them. I’m telling my story to shed light on the abuses that continue to go on within the Church of Scientology, to bring my children back where they belong, with their family, with me.<br />
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<a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/07/scientologys_do.php"></a>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-14326387094246267172012-02-28T15:00:00.001-05:002012-02-28T21:26:26.576-05:00Parenting and Profanity<div><p>I'll be the first to admit, I've got one helluva mouth on me...shocking, I know. I do not, however, condone the verbal usage of this profanity by my three miniature beings that I call my children. </p>
<p>I won't tell you about the time I had to confiscate the penis haver's DSi's because they were calling each other ball faces, ball sacks and asses. I won't tell you about the time Pacey referred to a family member as a "mean bastard" without knowing it was a dirty word and I will not tell you about a more recent statement my angelic daughter blurted out during an insanity filled traffic moment in which she declared,"What is that douchebag doin' Mom?" </p>
<p>Oy vey. I must now consider douchebag as a dirty word in Mimiland and let me tell you, that fluckin sucks. I can't properly express my thoughts without a good ol F bomb or something similar in nature. I *can* control myself when need be but in all honesty, I prefer not to. It's part of my undeniable charm...well, that and my boobs but those are visual assets and of no use over the internet. </p>
<p>I'll admit freely that I spent hours (plural) programming my favorite dirty words into my phone so that when I type a specific dirty word, it doesn't get autocorrected to some tame word that clearly doesn't apply. </p>
<p>Now I ask you, imagine you open the freezer and a whole frozen chicken falls on your freshly manicured toes, will a harshly stated GOLLY GOSH DARN make you feel better? HAIL NAH it won't. Wanna know what will?? Gdayum mother f*cking sonofabitch smashed asshole! That will relieve pain and frustration, try it, you'll see. </p>
<p>It's my personal belief that anyone who never cusses will eventually explode and create a pipe bomb or go flucking bananas in a Target. Just cuss. Gawd. </p>
<p>Needless to say, there might have been a slip up or two in my career as a mothering, breeding mofo. Shit happens, I suggest we move on and focus in their lovely personalities, academic achievements and health, shall we?</p>
<p>So last night, Ashton is informing me that he heard some kid say a dirty word earlier that day. I asked which one & he said it started with a d. </p>
<p>Me:"Damn?"</p>
<p>Ashton: *shaking head*</p>
<p>Me:"d-i-c-k?"</p>
<p>Ashton:*shaking head*</p>
<p>I have no clue. We agree that he can spell it. </p>
<p>Ashton: "D-O-O-S-H!"</p>
<p>What was my reaction?</p>
<p>"Asht, that's not how you spell it," through uncontrollable laughter. </p>
<p>So, who wants me to babysit?</p>
</div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-62762233733778506672012-02-22T23:52:00.001-05:002012-02-22T23:53:53.286-05:00Ambien<div><p>I'm sure it will shock you all to know I have insane insomnia. It isn't that I don't want to sleep, on the contrary, I LOVE sleep. I love sleep with an unrivaled passion. If I were to imagine a perfect day, unlimited sleep would be included without question. The problem arises when the trio of lunatics are in bed, the pugs are snorting and snoring quietly and Mimi The Great is finally able to do (or not do) as she pleases that a second wind courses through her veins and wakes her the eff up. </p>
<p>Even the most resourceful procrastinator must sleep at some point, even me. At this point, Ambien is a hug from Jesus. One itty bitty pill and Mimiland will morph into dreamland and rest is achieved in a phenomenal way. I've mentioned my issue with procrastination,right? You're *supposed* to take this perfect pill and snuggle into bed, close your eyes and sleep. Well, guess what? Mimi is incapable of this. Now look, I know I've got about twenty to thirty minutes to play with before shenanigans will occur and in my ADD and OCD way, I'm going to cram as much in as possible which almost always leads to bad decisions. </p>
<p>I was fully aware that I might sleep eat, I was warned. I was also aware that I am not to drive or operate machinery under the influence. Um, duh. What they do not tell you is that you will text people, dayum near everyone and very rarely do you text them appropriate things. Oh hell Nah. Waking yo the morning after ambien and going through your texts is the equivalent to the morning after walk of shame....not that I would know. You may also be compelled to make phone calls,propositions and send emails, none of which are good ideas. I don't know about ya'll but the jerks I hang out with will save these texts,voicemails and emails for later use. Trust me on this......NO ELECTRONICS. </p>
<p>I was never warned to shy away from beauty decisions after taking this lovely medication. Here is a brief rundown:</p>
<p>*I'm not Whoopi Goldberg, waking up sans an entire eye brow is not an advisable look. </p>
<p>*Ambien will not instantaneously dry nail polish. Waking up to nail polish on your hands,feet,face, hair and bedding is not nearly as thrilling as you might imagine. </p>
<p>*Ambien showering....eh, I've had some success but waking up to conditioner still in your hair is never good. </p>
<p>*Let's get back to texting, just don't. You really are playing Russian roulette here. Texting gossip to someone only to find you've sent it to the person in question is awkward. Put the phone down. </p>
<p>*Shopping. Yea, something about Ambien makes you need random shit on eBay. ShamWow's for instance. </p>
<p>*Facebooking. Now this should be on Dateline. It isn't that I have an abundance of self restraint as it is, clearly. Facebooking on Ambien will without fail lead to a takeover of your wall because trying to watch ones language or being respectful of other peoples feelings doesn't even rank on the scale of nonsense I notice. </p>
<p>*Dress up. You WILL dress up, you will put on make up and you will take pictures. How you discover this....well, that's on you. </p>
<p>As I take ambien now, let me assure you, none of these mishaps will occur this evening :) Well, I have just one last text to send!</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAENfUt5cJQunv2y2HWJPyKqb04WmezEGDUiIdHW_Dz5M7KFfz1TNiQ7QFG4ZGmy0ctUsygWWIzB4nGxdm1gQrjGwpqBsI81eoCV_f8n94CPSsYvx1neHAoVX29CJ_rjDzHUR-nCJkiQ/' /></div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5852672658206883908.post-63738675203605277212012-02-11T16:25:00.001-05:002012-02-11T16:25:31.909-05:00Team Hines Ward!!<div><p>After a blissful night of ambien induced slumber, I awoke to an onslaught of texts informing me of a possible departure of my very unaware boyfriend, Hines Ward, from my beloved Pittsburgh Steelers. </p>
<p>When I say unaware, I mean he has no idea that I even exist or that I'm unwavering in my devotion and loyalty to him but I have made the official and delusional decision that we love each other and we are going to walk off into the sunset into fairytale happiness. I should let him know, eh, maybe not. I heard restraining orders aren't that fun. </p>
<p>That being said, he has given every ounce of himself to The Steelers. Blood, sweat and tears. Hard work, dedication, playing through pain and being a glowing reminder of what a true athlete is. He has pulled us through the most disasterous games with a positive attitude and encouraging words for his teammates. </p>
<p>Hines was drafted by the Pittsburgh Steelers in the 1998 draft in the third round and made his debut as #86! Let's take a brief moment here to list just a FEW of his endless accomplishments, shall we?</p>
<p>*He has earned three team Most Valuable Player (MVP) selections </p>
<p>*He is also a four-time NFL Pro Bowl selection (2001–2004) </p>
<p>*In 2002, he set a Steelers franchise record for receptions (112) and touchdowns (12) and was named to his first of two consecutive All-NFL teams. </p>
<p>*Ward has twice been named the NFL's dirtiest player, as determined by a Sports Illustrated poll of NFL players; the most recent was in 2009. </p>
<p>*On November 13, 2005, Ward became the Steelers all-time leading receiver with his 538th catch against the Browns on ESPN Sunday Night Football surpassing John Stallworth's record. </p>
<p>*On February 5, 2006, Ward was named MVP in Super Bowl XL as the Pittsburgh Steelers won 21-10. Ward became the second foreign born player to earn the accolade.</p>
<p>*On December 2, 2007, Ward became the Steelers all-time touchdown receptions leader with his 64th touchdown reception against the Bengals on Sunday Night Football. </p>
<p>*Then on December 20, 2007, Ward became the Steelers all-time receiving yardage leader in a game against the St. Louis Rams. </p>
<p>*On December 28, 2008, Ward caught his 800th NFL reception, extending his record for receptions by a Steeler receiver. Also in this game, Ward achieved his first 1000 yard season since 2004, finishing with 81 receptions for 1043 yards and 7 touchdowns on the year. </p>
<p>*In the 2008 Playoffs, Ward recorded 9 receptions for 168 yards. In the 27-23 win over Arizona Cardinals at the Super Bowl XLIII, Ward played a supporting role, catching two passes for 43 yards. He played the game with a sprained right MCL.</p>
<p>*On September 28, 2009, during the 2009 Season game against Cincinnati, Ward’s four catches for 82 yards vaulted him past 10,000 career receiving yards and made him the first wide receiver in Steelers’ history to achieve that plateau. </p>
<p>*In a September 12, 2010, home game against the Atlanta Falcons, Ward became the first player in Steeler history to surpass 11,000 receiving yards. He caught 108 yards worth of passes in that game to pass Hall of Fame Steeler receiver John Stallworth for most 100-yard receiving games all time for the Steelers with his 26th. His 6 catches against the Falcons gave him 901 for his career, making him only the 12th NFL player of all time to surpass 900 career receptions. </p>
<p>*On December 4, 2011, in a 35-7 home victory against the Cincinnati Bengals, Ward became just the 19th player in NFL history to reach 12,000 receiving yards. </p>
<p>*On January 1, 2012, in a game against the Cleveland Browns, Ward caught his 1000th reception, becoming the eighth player in NFL history to do so.</p>
<p>That is just a small rundown of his athletic  accomplishments that I found on Wikipedia and cross checked online. I'm not a human encyclopedia people. </p>
<p>In addition to his athletic prowess, he is one hell of a person. A role model for hooligans everywhere to look up to. He gives of himself and to his community, The Steelers have subsequently benefited greatly. </p>
<p>Now personally between you and I, did you see him on Dancing With The Stars? Gawd *fanning self* HE CAN DANCE! He has the.perfect ass, hips that move without effort, a flawless bald head and a smile that renders me speechless. Me, speechless? What the Fluck? The defining moment for me was when Kym.was hurt and they danced BEAUTIFULLY and at the end, he held her and.cried. </p>
<p>*swoon*</p>
<p>Who just died in an overwhelming surge of Hines Ward epicness? -THIS GIRL-</p>
<p>Naturally he won, that is what he does. He wins. </p>
<p>I've been a die hard Steelers fan since high school, I need not divulge my increasing age but I can assure you that it was BEFORE Hines Ward was drafted and as a former Georgia Bulldog, he had me immediately! </p>
<p>Do you have any idea what it is like to live in Indi-fucking-ana as a Steelers fan? Hoosiers are not a shy breed of people. I catch shit everywhere I go by the pony followers, AKA The Colts fans, Oy vey. I've remained loyal, vocal and proud. I've bought jerseys, flags, decals, purses, jewelry, cheer leader outfits, pug jerseys, a toothbrush, keychains, nail polishes and a flucking lawn gnome for Christ sakes! Try explaining to someone that fully doesn't understand the English language that I want microscopic Steelers logos pqinted individually on top of my French manicure, seriously, I did. If that isn't a fan, I don't know what to tell you. </p>
<p>In this moment, I have never been more crushed, disenchanted and furious with my team. Hines has expressed a desire to retire with The Steelers, pay cut included. If they cut Hines, they may as well cut me as well.....and the obscene amount of money I fork over for premium services to just watch the game over here in Colts country. </p>
<p>TEAM HINES!</p>
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Yesterday was just awful. You know those days, as good as your intentions are or as productive as you plan to be, absolutely everything goes badly. Badly is an understatement. It began as a small ball of clusterfuckdom that rolled rapidly into a big ass ball of clusterfuckedness and eventually morphed into the queen mother of all clusterfuckedness into full fledged FLUCKED. Yes, that bad. </div>
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I typically pride myself in my ability to laugh at everything, let things roll off my back or at least find the humor in the bad and forge through with a smile on my face and another story to log away into Mimiland history. However, I could have absolutely done without yesterday as a whole.</div>
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I don't like to discuss politics with people, certain people especially. It is my personal belief that everyone is entitled to their beliefs in this arena and I respect them whether I agree with them or not. HOWEVER, I find that when people discuss these matters, you'll often find that some people cannot speak about these things without resorting to name calling, belittling and attacks on another person and I just have no room or desire to read it, hear it or take part in it whatsoever. </div>
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With the State of the Union Address still a hot topic, I posted on my Facebook wall asking my friends to please refrain from posting politically related things ON MY PERSONAL WALL or ON MY THREADS. I don't care what you do on your wall, or newsfeed, whatever. I can skim past that without an issue. I just requested that there not be an effort to take a post and place it on my wall/timeline or take my non-political post and add political nonsense to it. I didn't feel as if I was infringing upon anyone's rights to say whatever they wanted to say, I just requested that it not be in my personal area in MimiLand. I still don't feel that this is unreasonable. </div>
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Upon posting this request, my mother immediately responded that she would be unfriending me and did so immediately. I'll admit, I was stunned. MY MOTHER, the woman who gave birth to me, raised me and helped shape the woman I am today just rejected me over a request.
I know it seems trivial, because it is just Facebook but I can assure that I having your mother publicly announce she is unfriending you, doing so and then posting on her page that she deleted me because she will not be silenced by any one and she still loves me. Of course, in doing so, she had her facebook friends begin to rail on me and glorify her. After all, she's doing the right thing since I'm "censoring" her, right? </div>
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Honestly, I had hoped not to many people "saw" the trainwreck but my people are certainly observant. I had messages, texts, calls, emails. It was apparent my humiliating and mortifying nonsense had been seen. I'm not a private person by any means but I'm never one to freely discuss this nonsense out in the open. Gawd. </div>
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I'm a strong girl, I hide hurt feelings for as long as I can but I will admit that I was and am CRUSHED. I don't agree with the vast majority of what my mom thinks or believes. I've been embarrassed on more than one occasion by things she has posted on my page, on my posts and towards my friends but never ONCE did I ask her to change her beliefs or silence them. My MINOR request was dealt with in this manner. I was belittled, berated and talked about on my MOTHER'S post and not even once did she defend me. Blood is thicker than water, right? </div>
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I wasn't going to cry. I hate crying and I damn sure wasn't going to allow her the pleasure of knowing how upset I was. As the minutes passed, I got more upset until I was devastated. It isn't facebook, I can live forever without her being on my facebook. Let's face it, 98% of it is either inappropriate or something she considers stupid and the other 2% is vaguely about her. That is a nonissue. I was rejected by a person that I should have been able to count on never rejecting me or talking badly about me publicly, with strangers and family members. I wanted to keep it in, brush it off, but it hurts. Reading what was said only made it worse and it took everything I had not to cry at that moment. I did relent, I cried and then I cried some more and I learned an astounding lesson. </div>
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Blood doesn't necessarily dictate family. My family is made up of people who love me no matter what I believe, who accept me at my most assholish times and respect my rights and beliefs.
I don't want to change who I am for anyone, I like who I am. Yes, I screw up. I make mistakes but I strive everyday to be the kind of person that I would want my children to be. I'm gullible, I give the benefit of the doubt and I do get screwed over. I have a temper, especially when my feelings get hurt. I cried a little more, I was totally unaware of how much I could actually cry, pathetic really! I had the ugly Oprah cry happening, then I got the hiccups, oy!! Then I posted on Facebook. In my way, it made me feel better since so many of my favorite people actually "saw" what happened.
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Wouldn't you know, at 32, I'm still learning. I pride myself in being a pretty strong girl, I can hold it together and keep my chin up and deal with the immediate issues at hand but there does come a point when the strongest girl has to admit defeat and let go.
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I'm not perfect. I'm the antithesis of perfect. I'm vain, selfish,demanding,prissy, undomestic, irrational,impatient,delusional and my ...art of profanity has made the crudest foul mouths blush. I have a million flaws but for every single one, there are stellar things that go unnoticed.
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I make misguided decisions, I laugh when I shouldn't, I joke when I should be serious but above all things, I accept YOU for who YOU and I wouldn't change YOU for the world. Uniqueness is the most magnificent gift, you are the only one there will ever be and people need to know you.
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The things I believe in, the issues that I'm passionate about, mean so much to me that I'll fight endlessly for them. I will not allow another persons beliefs or judgements to diminish or dilute how I feel but I will *never* cut you out of my life for disagreeing with me. This is why we live amongst so much sadness and hate. I won't live like that.
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The people in my world are my LIFE, there is nothing on earth I wouldn't do for them. Families are born in so many ways, none of them should be taken forgranted. Today, as much as it hurts, is an outstanding lesson. I'm loyal to the people that make my heart swell with happiness, that cry with me when I'm falling apart and don't judge me for caring about the things I do.
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l like being a dreamer, an idealist and a girl that acts with her heart first. I live to teach my children to love fully, laugh constantly and accept everyone. I might cry today but sadness is temporary, my rainbow is coming ♥</blockquote>
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I felt better just posting it, even if no one read it, just saying it helped. In return, I have never felt so loved. I was overwhelmed by the kind words, thoughts and sense of belonging. THESE people are family. My advice to you is, take every every heartbreak and feel every single ugly moment of it. Cry, cry some more and feel it, all of it and then share it because people really do care and they do want to make you feel loved and noticed.
If you've made it through this insane rambling, I THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU and you will ALWAYS be noticed in Mimiland! xoxo</div>Mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05481056577668000200noreply@blogger.com6