tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74493892024-02-28T10:20:25.360-05:00MS and MoreThis is my story of my life with MS and more.Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-14690232628737784982014-08-24T01:17:00.000-04:002014-08-24T01:17:02.479-04:00Flawless Future Powered by Ceramide Caplet Serum.... Try it!I was recently sent a sample of the Flawless Future Powered by Ceramide Caplet Serum by @ ElizabethArden and <a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/116322248095798705095" target="_blank">+Influenster</a> to try for free!<br />
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#FlawlessFuture #ElizabethArden #InfluensterAngie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-32345399130573632782014-02-28T00:00:00.001-05:002014-02-28T00:00:45.593-05:00So, I got a tattoo..I've wanted a tattoo for years but just never did it. So last Thursday I went and talked to the Wicked Needle folks, took a painting that a friend did for me and said when can we do it. Zach Freeman took control, took the painting and added some things here and there and told me to come back the next afternoon. I did and this is what I got:<br />
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It has a lot of meaning for me.... with the MS and the cancer, I'm still going so I have to have 9 lives like a cat, the wings are wings of the Phoenix, which is also my Grandsons name. The snowflake at the top is for my Grandaughter Wynter and the music not is both for my Granddaughter Aria and my love of music.Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-91547573691507622852014-02-07T01:06:00.001-05:002014-02-07T01:06:25.944-05:00Shop my AVON store!<a href="http://avonsocialtools.com/modules/landing/165/eb/5255c10019cb4e34261e0f95d50419c2?gig_g=1&gig_n=blogger">Shop my AVON store!</a>: Here's a sneak peak at some of the latest products available at Avon. Be sure to clickAngie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-3666257073536818642013-08-28T01:01:00.000-04:002013-08-28T01:01:31.443-04:00Next!!!!!So a few weeks ago I was having some problems with what's known as the MS Hug.... or at least that's what I thought it was. Took a trip to the Neurologist which led to an MRI which was okay except it led to a CT scan because they were seeing something funky on my spleen. After some consulting and comparing an older scan, then another scan.... you still with me?..... it was decided that for now I have some lesions on my spleen but they are most likely benign so we are just going to keep an eye on them for now.<br />
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Other than the fact my balance seems to be a little off I'm doing pretty good health wise for now and hopefully it will stay that way.<br />
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So what else is going on with me? Pretty much nothing, as usual. I'm officially single and some wise ass signed me up for Cougar Life.com..... And while I do appreciate the younger men I prefer to do my hunting in real life ;) However I'm not much of a hunter so I don't see any wild game in my future.<br />
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So I'll just keep hanging with my friends, watching them perform and getting the 10% band discount at the Waffle House... Life is good.... except when one of the cats insists on sharing my chair...<br />
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Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-38813930304476115392013-08-02T00:26:00.000-04:002013-08-02T00:26:13.284-04:00And hypodense lesions on the spleen do what...???<br />
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Last week had an MRI done to check my MS progress. While that is stable at the moment they found something new for them to alarm me with.. they were seeing lesions on my spleen, that meant a CT scan was in order. Two days later got that done... for future reference and in case you ever have to drink the barium for this type test.... make sure to add a bunch of chocolate syrup to it and just pretend it's a semi-solid milkshake. It's the only way to get it down without throwing it back up. Oh and make sure that about 4 hours after you are near a bathroom because you're gonna need it. TMI I know, but it's a public service announcement.<br />
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The ct showed the aforementioned hypodense lesions on my spleen. If you Google these things it tells you everything and nothing. Lots of times they are benign but lots of times they aren't.... let's go over my track record, one malignant cancer, one minimal to no malignancy, odds are for a malignancy though hopefully it is contained to the spleen and can be removed. Yet another possible scar, if their are men out there with a scar fetish... I'm your girl ;)<br />
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Will be seeing the Gastro Doctor tomorrow afternoon to see what happens next. <br />
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If I have internet I'll try to update what is going on but with all the doctor bills piled up on top of the regular bills I'm pretty sure I might get off the first of the week since I don't see them waiting until the 14th when I can pay... oh well I've got plenty of books and dvd's. Of course I'll have to wait to put up any more Ebay stuff since I kind of have to have internet for that... yet another catch 22.<br />
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Girl Interrupted is playing at Friendz in Boiling Springs SC on Saturday night, luckily being the whammy bar specialist means I get a ride down and don't have to pay to get in... plus the music therapy is free.<br />
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Ohhhhhh... I am officially divorced after 7 years!! here's a picture of my celebratory lap dance preformed by the funnest girl I know...<br />
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Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-80040417427131608572013-07-04T01:13:00.001-04:002013-07-04T01:13:14.499-04:00You and TequilaHad a super fun weekend!! Friday night was the much anticipated JunkPuncher reunion show at the Moose Lodge. As expected the place was packed!! We had the newest kids in town Shotgun Fox there to open for them. Amazing talent in these kids!<br />
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And then the men took the stage and rocked our asses off once again!!<br />
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And my brother from another mother finally got up and rocked the house with "Cumbersome"!<br />
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I didn't take these pictures, I borrowed them from friends. I was too busy dancing, drinking(a lot of tequila dranks), talking, laughing, hanging with people I adore and just having a blast. I hope these guys do this again sooner than later. I might even rank this as my #1 night ever at the Moose.<br />
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Saturday night was Girl Interrupted at Friendz at Lake Bowen. They always have a great crowd there but this time it was an amazing crowd. I think we drug a lot of people out of Rutherford County who normally wouldn't leave and we were glad to see them! Chris, Bart, Lee, Young and Joel rocked as usual and made my soul sing. I'm proud to call them family and not just friends, I love them all with every part of my being.<br />
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Now all I need is a WhiteKnuckle Joyride fix and I'll be set!<br />
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I firmly believe that music and my musician friends are why I'm still alive and doing as well as I am health wise. So if you are feeling sad or feeling sick, get out of the house, head to a local bar, club or restaurant with a live band or acoustic set and get some of my kind of medicine, I promise it will soothe your soul.<br />
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Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-81597383158668866162013-06-27T00:15:00.000-04:002013-06-27T00:15:44.617-04:00Feeling blueI'm feeling sad tonight... well actually I've been feeling sad for a couple of weeks. And the bad thing is that I don't have to feel this way. All it would have taken was a sit down face to face talk with someone I care about and who said they cared about me. But apparently it's easier to just walk away and not talk, not give a reason, not give someone closure. <br />
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I very rarely ask for anything from anyone.. It's just the way I am, I don't want to be a bother but sometimes answers would be nice. As it is I don't know if it's something I said or did or if the person just thinks it would be harder on THEM to actually be honest with me. it seems like the cowards way out.<br />
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All I want is to watch my friends live the lives they want to live and would never do anything but support them in their dreams so it hurts to be cut out with no explanation. I'm not wired to cut my feelings off and on like a light switch and people who are, are just enigmas to me.<br />
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I'll always be here for you because I love you, anytime day or night I'm just a text or phone call away. I want you to be happy but I want me to be happy too... It may take some time but things will get better, there's no where to go but up.<br />
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Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-6366483358797217852013-06-24T21:27:00.002-04:002013-06-24T21:27:28.562-04:00I don't say it enoughThank you... I grew up as an Army brat, you kind of learn not to make deep friendships because you know sooner rather than later you or they, are going to be moving. Because of that I learned to amuse myself and be independent, among other things. of course it also made it hard for me to form real friendships once my dad retired and we settled down in North Carolina.<br />
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It's really only been recently that I've made what I consider to be real, true friends. People who will be in my life for the rest of it. For once I have people who I know will be there when I'm sad, happy, sick, lonely, bored and crazy. People who took the time to see beneath what others see as shyness/snobbishness/ whatever they see me as. I don't like to bother people so I'm usually waiting on someone to call or text me first...most people figure that out, others think it means I don't won't to talk to them when that is usually far from the truth.<br />
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I'm not always the easiest person to get to know but I think I'm worth it in the end. So thank you for being my friend... all of you.... but especially you!!!<br />
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The series is the story of Grace who has lost her belief in God slowly finding her way back. <br />
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I normally don't talk about religion, everyone has their beliefs and I think that's the way it should be. Believe in what/who you want and respect how others choose to believe. I don't go to church, but that doesn't mean I don't believe or that I don't pray, because I do, every day, sometimes more than once. And I've read the Bible cover to cover. I've also read the Book of Mormon and several other spiritual texts.<br />
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I was talking to a friend and they asked me had I ever cried while I was praying and did I think it was a good thing or a bad thing. Yes, I've cried while praying. I guess it just depends on why you are praying to begin with. Sometimes they are tears of joy, sometimes of sadness or forgiveness. Praying is a way of giving yourself, your soul over to a higher power and sometimes that can be overwhelming.<br />
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I honestly don't know where I'm going with this post. I guess it's kind of like my life, I never know where it's going either, I just hang on and hope for smooth sailing. Sometimes I get it, sometimes I don't. But I'll never give up, that would be too easy.<br />
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Honestly, did you think I could be totally serious?Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-45752206938009078482013-06-19T03:03:00.000-04:002013-06-19T03:03:28.930-04:00It's almost 2:30 a.m. so why am I still awake?I could understand still being awake if this was Friday or Saturday, hell I'd more than likely being headed to the Waffle House but tonight?! My mind doesn't want to shut down so maybe if I ramble a bit I will eventually nod off.<br />
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Ten years and two months ago was when I finally got my official diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis. People ask me how that felt, was I scared? No, I was relieved... I finally had an answer to why I was freezing in place, falling down, passing out and going numb. It took 4 Neurologists before one would actually say "You have M.S." something I knew in my heart even as I saw the first one. I was tested for everything they could test for and then some. For me the diagnosis was a blessing... I could finally get around to doing something to get the problem under control. I've learned what causes me to have exacerbations and I do everything I can to avoid and prevent them. It seems to be working along with my meds that I take.<br />
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Just five months after that diagnosis during an MRI on my spine to check for MS lesions the tech stopped the scan, went and called in a doctor and they proceeded to put me in yet another machine. Usually they won't tell you what they see, you have to wait for the report to go to your doctor and the doctor calls you. Instead they told me that they saw something in my neck and needed to check it out. It was a mass on my Thyroid. I went almost immediately for a biopsy which came back cancerous. Again there was no sense of panic, just a calm acceptance of let's get something done about this so I can go back to living. A week later I had surgery, they took the entire thyroid and two para-thyroids. Supposedly I have two left but they don't work. I did radiation treatments twice. The kind where you swallow a pill and then have to be in total isolation for days. I was in a hospital room where I could have no visitors... they could come to the door but not come in. Not even the nurses were allowed in the room.. they set my food on a table just inside the door and everything went into hazmat bags when I finished. I did wake up one morning to find my bed surrounded by a doctor reading my chart to a group of interns. I just opened my eyes, looked around and said " Did I die or did you not read the DO NOT ENTER patient is RADIOACTIVE sign on the door?" I've never seen a room clear that fast...lmao.. After two rounds of that and about a half dozen or more less radioactive but still radioactive scans I was finally cleared. Other than the fact that I have to take massive amounts of vitamins and minerals to keep my blood a pumping I'm doing good from that.<br />
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And of course my last round with the 12 pound 8 ounce tumor and the removal of most of my innards. I'm not going to rehash that at this point, you can go back about a year to read about that if you want to refresh or if you just got here. I've got a pretty humongous scar from that, I just tell people I got it in a drunk monkey knife fight if they ask... not that many people ever see it :)<br />
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I had kind of a stressful week but the past couple of days have been better and hopefully it will keep getting even better. Stress is a trigger I try to avoid. God has kept me here for a reason, I think I know what it is... if I'm right it's an amazing gift if I'm wrong, it's an amazing lesson. Either way I'm here for the ride.<br />
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Since here lately I've been posting pictures of my friends and things that mean something I guess I need to see what I can find tonight.<br />
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Goodnight y'all see you next time!!!Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-32694287994007433222013-06-11T02:17:00.000-04:002013-06-11T02:17:05.094-04:00My guilty pleasureWell... one of them, is the Canadian t.v. show Trailer Park Boys. It's never been a secret that I love Sci-Fi but TPB is my fall back when I need to laugh. So it should come as no surprise that I am super stoked that they are filming a new season!!!!! SQUEEEEEEE!!!!<br />
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I had a really great weekend hanging out with two of my favorite bands, Girl Interrupted and Ask Alice at the Wounded Warrior Rally at the AmVets Post 75 in Roebuck S.C. It was a great day and they raised a lot of money for a good cause. Bikers from various clubs showed up to show their respect for those who have fought for our freedoms and left their differences at the door. That's what these things are for peace and honor... I'm still playing with my camera but I kind of liked these pics.<br />
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I proud to say that these people are not just my friends, they are my family and without them I would be lost.....and for sure wouldn't laugh as much as I do.<br />
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Sunday was a lazy day but an evening with a friend followed by lunch on Monday made my life a whole lot brighter. I'm looking forward to what the future holds for once. <br />
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Luckily even though it was hot on Saturday there was a breeze and enough shade that it didn't cause any problems with the MS... knock on wood. Music is the best therapy anyone can have, I firmly believe that and I'm blessed to have a number of "therapists" in my world.<br />
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Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-91809663669537975532013-06-07T00:30:00.001-04:002013-06-07T00:30:52.895-04:00Everybody wants toEvery once and a while you just feel this urge, this anger, this need to just slap the stupid out of someone. Any one that really knows me can tell you that I never resort to violence, but that doesn't mean it doesn't cross my mind from time to time.<br />
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But I'm a lover, not a fighter. I want the people I love to be happy and feel safe. Lately I see a lot of people put into conflicts they don't deserve to be in. Why people insist on being vindictive and petty with other people is beyond me. I'm not saying I'm Mother Teresa...again I'm sure some of my friends can attest to the fact that when someone really upsets me, I do get mad... but I walk away from the conflict, end the relationship, whatever I need to do to calm myself down. Things either sort themselves out or they don't but I'm not going to let someone else dictate my feelings.<br />
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I have people in my life, people I see every day and people I've met and maintained friendships with on-line for years, who I have watched be hurt and manipulated by other people for no other reason than because the manipulator was miserable and wanted my friends to be miserable too. It's hard to watch but all I can do is be there when they need someone who cares and loves them to encourage them. It hurts me to see them hurt and all I want to do is wash it all away.<br />
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I've always been the sounding board for people. For as long as I can remember people have come to me when they need to talk, to work out the problems that are holding them down. I think in a previous life I must have been a psychologist ... if I'd had the opportunity that's what I'd be doing today.<br />
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I know this post is kind of rambling but I'm in a rambling kind of mood right now. It's been one of those days you want a hug and want to hug someone... but you didn't do either. <br />
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I guess I should say something about my MS since that was going to be my main focus when I started the blog, hence the name MS and More. It just seems that the More effects me more than the MS... <br />
I'm still on Copaxone and while I hate the daily shot it seems to be doing it's job. I've been pretty much stable for a while. I have a bad day every now and then but with my meds, trying to eat right, and not pushing myself I am pretty much keeping myself on an even keel.<br />
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Maybe it's time to change the name of the blog?<br />
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Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-75086150154175827182013-06-04T01:35:00.000-04:002013-06-04T01:35:54.572-04:00Two days in a row?? Obviously aliens have taken control of my body as I am doing this two days in a row. As long as they don't probe me we'll get along just fine.<br />
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Got my blood work results back today and both my CA-125 and CEA levels are normal! Great news but they are still going to keep an eye on me for a while just to be on the safe side.<br />
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On a more personal note...what could be more personal than my health trials and tribulations you may ask? My New Years resolution was to finally file for divorce this year. I've been separated for I don't know, 6 or 7 years, and since he showed no interest in paying for it I decided that filing would be a good Birthday present for myself. So the week of July 15th I will be taking back my maiden name! Is this something I should feel sad about, because all I feel is a huge weight off of my shoulders. This is something that should have been a long time ago. Marriage should be a happy thing, it should be two people and a give and take kind of relationship. Mine was never really any of that and the only thing that saddens me is that I ever let things be as bad as they were. So I'm going to let this ending be a happy one, because I deserve it.<br />
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I see a week of Tequila Sunrises in my future and time with some of the friends that I love...<br />
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Here's to the future....it's gonna be even better than the past!Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-44704513354536746542013-06-03T01:50:00.001-04:002013-06-03T01:50:24.123-04:00Life is good...for once<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm going to say it again.. for what seems like the thousandth time, I'm going to try and start blogging way more than I have. I promise!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">To get the health stuff out of the way, last week I went and saw my OB/GYN Oncologist for my 1 year follow up. The exam and ultrasound looked good and had some blood work to keep an eye on some of my CA levels but so far no results.. no news is good news!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">On to life in general... I've got a lot to be happy about.. family, amazing friends, people I love and people who love me. I am lucky enough to have friends who are musicians, damn good ones at that, I truly believe that music can heal anything if you open yourself up to it and let it in body, mind and soul. I know it has gotten me through a lot and without it I'd be lost in a sea of hopelessness.</span><br />
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One of the boys who Interrupted, Joel<br />
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Another boy Interrupting, but Bart is married to Chris so I guess it's okay<br />
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And of course Young, yet another boy!<br />
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This is the youngest talent On the local scene Trina, she rocks! And me and Chris.. don't ask<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I've got a million and one things I want to say here but I'm just not ready to say them. I'm making some big changes and taking some big steps. I think things are going to be interesting around here....I hope!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It's amazing how one thing can absolutely change your life and give you new reason to fight...and it's wonderful.</span>Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-6321821161169521022013-03-26T02:27:00.001-04:002013-03-26T02:27:14.873-04:00Ups and downs<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Once again it's been a while so I guess it's time to do some rambling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Seems like some parts of my life may be looking up. I'm not ready to talk about the possible good stuff yet because I don't want to jinx anything just yet. Just keep your fingers crossed for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And of course since this is me, there has to be a down. Had some lab work last week and my Iron and red blood cell levels are low again, and my red cells are smaller than they shoud be. The oncologist thought that the surgery last year should have resolved the problem but once again I'm an oddity. So Wendsday I'll be reporting to the Chemo suite for an Iron I.V. infusion. Hopefully this will help and maybe kickstart my system, otherwise it's test city once again to see if we can find a cause. I'm hoping I'm not carting around another 12 pound tumor, I guess we'll see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And of course since I wasn't expecting all of this, I am turning in change and selling crap on Ebay in hopes of making enough money to pay my bills. Oh well, it's not like I'm not used to being poor, but I'm starting to get sick of soup!!</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've been thinking a lot about feelings lately. Not just emotional feelings, though I've got plenty of those running through my head too, these are more, lets say psychic feelings.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I've always had a sixth sense, a small one but it's there. I wake up knowing who I'm going to hear from during the day, stuff like that. It also extends to my health issues. I usually know when there is something wrong with me way before the doctors do. I've even been know to just tell the people doing the tests what they need to look for and they almost always find it.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I knew that I had something serious going on when they found the tumor back in April, I almost hate to say it because I don't want it happening again but I've been having that same feeling again. Both in my mind and in how I feel physically..</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Hopefully my spidey sense is off this time. I'm seeing the oncologist March 20th so we'll see then. Until then I'm going to live my life and enjoy life.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Now the emotional feelings.... I'm one of those people who laugh at funerals because I think people would prefer us to remember and celebrate the fun parts of their lives and not be all mopey and stuff. I cry when I'm mad or when someone I love is hurting. I hurt when people I care about and claim to be my friends cut me out of their lives because they have a new "toy". I hurt when I go out of my way to help someone with a bad situation and get left behind. I'm good enough to help them but not good enough to take a chance on. I guess it's their loss ans someday they will realize that. Maybe it won't be too late.</span></strong><br />
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Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-57940942134732759912012-11-22T01:32:00.003-05:002012-11-22T01:32:39.209-05:00I should really be asleep<strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yeah, I really should be asleep considering that I have to be up in 4 hours and 50 minutes to go eat breakfast at the Cracker Barrel followed by a trip to Hamrick's. If you live in my part of the South you know what Hamrick's is, if you don't know you are missing out on the Mecca for maw-maw clothes. It's going to be a LONG Thanksgiving day.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">However I guess I shall just be thankful that I am able to go and spend time with my family, at least the part that didn't up and move away leaving me here to miss them all desperately. Hopefully a little guilt goes a long way.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm thankful that that big azz tumah they took out of me in May was low-malignancy with only a tiny chance of reoccurence. And that they took out all my girlie parts while they were in there. While I don't recommend the tumor i do highly recommend having all your girlie parts removed. And your appendix.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm thankful that I have an amazing family even if some of them could be classified legally insane(not going to point any fingers).</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm thankful I finally have a decent car that has a working heater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm thankful for some of the best friends a person could ever have. Some of you have been around for over 30 years and I still love you just as much now if not more. And those I have made recently have kept me from going insane.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm thankful I am surrounded by people with musical talent because watching and hearing them play and perform keep me on an even keel even when I feel like I'm taking on water.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm thankful for Basset Hound puppies that remind me how much I loved my childhood, at least until my brother came along, it went downhill from there :)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm thankful that I've learned to somewhat control my M.S. and haven't had many bad days this year and I'm thankful for 4 years of remission from thyroid cancer. I know too many who didn't make it through this year. I always wonder why I am still here when others who were so much better people than me aren't. But that's a blog for another day, when I have a box of kleenex handy.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></strong>Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-13668706329039426802012-09-19T01:50:00.000-04:002012-09-19T01:50:22.904-04:00It's been one of those lifes......Yeah, yeah I know...... its been a while. So let's hit the high points. I'm still having problems with the anemia but not to the point I need another transfusion. I'm hoping that never happens again, it was not an enjoyable thing to go through. My M.S. isn't bothering me too much right now, mainly because I am trying to keep things nice and calm in my life. Drama=stress=gigantic tumahs!<br />
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What else is happening in the land of Small Town Friendly? My mom has spent the past 6 months or so living with my brother in TN keeping an eye on the two best nieces anyone could ever hope to have. Speaking of which If anyone can help out my niece Paige with her 2nd grade project I would greatly appreciate it. This is what is needed from you: And a pic of Paige so you'll feel guilty if you don't help <br />
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<b>The 2nd grade classes are studying the United States of America. We
need information about different states. If you'd like to participate
all you need to do is send us a postcard telling us about where you live
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receive from different states (postcards from other country's would be
nice as well). Also if you visit different area's during the school year
that may be of interest to our students you can send one from there as
well. Please mail the postcard directly to the school and have it
addressed to the child you are sending it to in care of their teacher.
Please print instead of using cursive so the student can read the post
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participate in this exciting learning activity. Thank You Mount Carmel
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<b>For me the financial aspects of all my health issues are what weighs the most on my mind. Even with insurance, that I have to pay for, I've still got several thousand dollars worth of bills from the surgery, transfusions and multiple doctor visits. My car is on its last legs, or at least thats what I think of when I hear the screeching/screaming noise and see the smoke coming from under the hood. If I had anything worth selling, it would be gone !</b></div>
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<b>I need an artistic person to draw me a picture. I want a cat with wings of fire sitting in a patch of Kudzu vines. Why would I want a picture of that? My mother told me that she wanted us to get a tattoo as one of her bucket list items. I'm down with that but wanted something that means something to me. With all my health issues it just hit me: cats have 9 lives(I think I've used 3 of mine) , the wings of fire come from the Phoenix which always rises from the ashes and so far I keep coming back for more(plus my Grandsons name is Phoenix) and the Kudzu as any Southerner can tell you is almost impossible to kill. I'll need a snowflake and a musical note in there somewhere too to represent my Granddaughters Wynter and Aria. But this will probably won't be happening any time soon, monetary priorites ya know.</b></div>
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Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-30511759433105916592012-06-03T01:41:00.001-04:002012-06-03T01:41:24.360-04:00Yeah yeah, I know.....<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So, after convincing my surgeon that</span></span> I really needed my birthday weekend before they cut me open like a watermelon, my surgery was scheduled for May 9th. As you can see I'm still alive, either that or Cynthia Wilson has hijacked this blog. It's easy to tell us apart though, she smells like Clorox and I don't.<br />
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We hit the hospital at 5:00 only to be told that my 7:30 surgery had been pushed back to 9:30..... WHY IN HADES DID NO ONE CALL ME I COULD HAVE GOTTEN 2 MORE HOURS OF SLEEP!!!! Eventually they sent me and my mom upstairs to get me ready. They actually got my first i.v. in pretty easy, which with me is AMAZING, usually they have to try numerous times. So we headed to the o.r. and at some point between them starting my first i.v. and putting in the second i.v. I asked my surgeon to take a picture of my tumor! Now anyone who knows me can tell you I do not like gross stuff, at all, but apparently my subconscious thought it would be a great photo op. So yes, I have a picture of my tumah.<br />
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The surgery went amazingly well, they did a total hysterectomy, removed my appendix and of course removed the tumor. Did I mention that that sucker weighed 12 pounds and 8 ounces! They had to cut from above my bellybutton all the way down into the nether regions in order to get it out in one piece. Staples, staples and more staples.<br />
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Final verdict was a low-malignancy muscinous tumor. While there were some bad cells I won't need chemo or radiation and there is only a miniscule chance of recurrence so YAY!<br />
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After a 3 day hospital stay I finally got to come home to my own bed where I could get some sleep. Well, except when my mom woke me up EVERY SINGLE MORNING wanting to know what I wanted for breakfast when she knows I never eat before noon. Except for the chocolate pudding I eat when I take my morning meds.The first week was not fun, I couldn't eat for the nausea and it took a while to find something that was going to work. At my two week check-up I was down 27 pounds. I did finally get my appetite back and started feeling a bit stronger.<br />
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After my 2 week check-up I finally got to be able to drive again, thank the freaking lord cause I was going stir crazy sitting here all day with no one to talk to, not even my cat who went to stay with her grandparents because I didn't need her making biscuits on my stapled belly. Still not allowed to pick up anything over ten pounds at least until June 25th which is my next appointment with the surgeons.<br />
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I'm 3 and 1/2 weeks out from surgery and and really doing well for the most part. My incision is healing really well and while I'm still sore, okay, very sore at times, it gets better every day. I never knew sneezing could hurt, it can.Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-25294218392213432742012-05-02T00:31:00.002-04:002012-05-02T17:11:26.005-04:00Here comes the moreI tend to neglect my blog because usually what I want to say just doesn't come out the way I want to say it. That I really have a very boring life.<a href="http://gan.doubleclick.net/gan_click?lid=41000000028505128&pid=EKB1019_7088608&adurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wayfair.com%2FMikasa-Sports-Competition-Volleyball-Net-VBN-2-VBN-1-L3665-K%7EEKB1019.html%3FPiID%3D7088608&usg=AFHzDLu1c2ohBZfYiOxbSRXygNRXo6Abtw&pubid=539793" rel="nofollow"></a><br />
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Fortunately for you, I now have something new to talk about. Unfortunately for me it's that once again I am facing that yucky C word. And not the four letter C word. The 6 letter C word, yep that one.<br />
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About a month and a half ago I went in for my regular bloodwork at my endocrinologists office. A couple of days later I get a call from her telling me to take myself to the ER because according to my bloodwork I needed a transfusion. So I headed for the hospital with a blood count of 5.2 which is about a third of what it should be. They admitted me and went to work. Four pints of blood, a colonoscopy , an endoscopy and a couple of days later they finally sent me home with an appointment with the oncologist as they couldn't find a reason for the anemia.<br />
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A trip to the oncologist finally got someone to look at my stomach which over the past 4-6 months has slowly grown. And nope, dang sure wasn't a baby. So off to the hospital for a Ct scan and pelvic x-ray. That so amazed the doctor that they followed it up with different ultrasounds. Not being one to do anything half assed, I am the proud owner of a volleyball size cyst in my abdomen. Besides making me look 18 months pregnant, at least to my eyes, it is pushing all my organs back and down and round and round.<br />
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With the second ultrasound my oncologist told me he felt I have Cystic Ovarian Cancer, which from here on out I will call COCk. So today, or yesterday since it's after midnight, I headed up to Asheville to meet with a GYN Oncologist who specializes in this sort of stuff. After 2 more ultrasounds today he found that my cyst has several nodules inside of it and he does think it may be attached to at least the right ovary. Of course he also said that there is also the chance that it may not be cancerous, but I get feelings about things and my feelings are pointing at the fact that this volleyball is not benign.<br />
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So... on Friday i will head back up the mountain to get my pre-op stuff done and then on the 9th I report to the hospital at 5:30 a.m., which is a time of day no decent human should be awake, and will go into surgery at 7:30. At this point he plans on removing the mass, uterus and right ovary. They will send a sample out to pathology and if need be will take out whatever needs to come out. TAKE IT ALL!!!!!!!<br />
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So here we go again, I'll try and really keep this updated even on those days where all I do is sit on the couch and watch t.v. I've still got 126 episodes of Dark Shadows to watch before I will let myself go see the Johnny Depp version.<br />
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***note to self*** make next entry about all the reasons I can't die anytime soon.Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-82074368358289276132012-01-30T01:29:00.002-05:002012-01-30T01:29:17.613-05:00I love cats but.......<i><span style="font-size: small;">Everyone knows I love me some cats. My cats keep me sane and drive me crazy all at the same time.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">However I also have a habit of feeding all the neighborhood strays. This wasn't a problem until the past few days. A beautiful yellow tom has shown up and while he is actually the only stray who will let me pet him, he has decided that the entire outside of my house must be sprayed by him so that everyone knows that this is now his territory. So my house right now smells liike a big ole ball of stank. He's gonna have to go, nothing else is gonna help.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The landlord put out a cage today and caught one of the stray females, so 1 down 6 to go. Maybe if we can get rid of some of them Tom will hit the trail back to where he came from. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span>Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-24671167963681821462012-01-23T00:45:00.001-05:002012-01-23T00:45:56.108-05:00Here we go one last time<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you have been reading any of my previous posts you know that I am in the process of having some major dental work done. It's not a cosmetic thing, it's a necessity. It's take care of this now or take a chance that my infection could move to my heart and pretty much stop me in my tracks.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks to some wonderful people I have been able to start the process and have had some work done on the left side, I go back the 8th of February for the right side then they will do what they can to save some of my front teeth. </span></span>Once everything heals I will then be fitted with partials and hopefully everything will be hunky dory.<br />
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My problem is that I may still be about $2000 short even with the previous donations through the Wish Upon a Hero Foundation, If you have never heard about WUAH then I urge you to check it out. There are people there who like me need medical help, help saving their homes or just wanting a card to brighten their day.<br />
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The link to my personal wish is <a href="http://www.wishuponahero.com/wishes/?id=1127353" target="_blank">http://www.wishuponahero.com/wishes/?id=1127353</a> If anyone is willing to help, even if it's 5 dollars, that will be 5 dollars that will help me be able to get everything done that needs to be done. I will gladly scan and email you a copy of the estimate from the dentist and receipts showing what I have had to pay thus far. If you don't wish to go through the WUAH site I will also accept help through PayPal at voodidit@gmail.com.<br />
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I hate having to ask for help and my friends and family will testify to the fact that I would rather go without something then ask for help but it's become more than I can handle. If you can't donate that is understandable but I would greatly appreciate you passing this on to other people who may be able to help in some way.<br />
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Thank you and now back to our regular scheduled programming :) And if you haven't checked out my friend at <a href="http://www.tamaratattles.com/" target="_blank">http://www.tamaratattles.com/</a> and are a fan of The Real Housewives of Atlanta take a minute and check out her blog. She's a funny and amazing lady and really knows her tea!<br />
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Peace and love y'all!Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-73455597337685451722011-12-30T01:00:00.003-05:002011-12-30T01:00:54.216-05:00Misty river colored memories<div style="color: yellow;">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And of course a trip to Gran's house for lunch and presents with Mom's side of the family. It wasn't so much the presents as just spending time with people with didn't always get to see. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But people pass away and kids grow up and have their own families and things just change, not always for the best. I always thought that when my Gran passed that my mom would take charge and demand that we continue the family tradition of Christmas together, just at her house instead of at the old home place. Instead everyone goes their own way and we rarely see anyone on Christmas at all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">While I understand the need for people to want to create their own holiday traditions, it seems that all it does is pull families farther apart. I want my nieces and my grandchildren to have what I had growing up.Knowing that Christmas meant spending the day with their cousins eating dinner with their entire extended families and opening presents together and just being kids. I miss that more than anything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Instead this year, Christmas Day me, my parents and one of my aunt and uncles went to the local Italian restaurant for an early dinner.Then the next day we went to my daughters house so that the Grands could open their presents.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">While I was happy to see everyone it just wasn't the same as we were never all together.Oh well, there's always next year.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I hope everyone has a safe and happy New Year!</span></span>Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449389.post-33546340844477851102011-12-28T00:25:00.001-05:002011-12-28T00:25:50.510-05:00There are a lot of sick peoplein this world<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I was wandering the internets in yet another drug induced stupor I ran across this article <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/45795486/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/?google_editors_picks=true#.Tvql2fIatB5">http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/45795486/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/?google_editors_picks=true#.Tvql2fIatB5</a></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So mom moves her kids to a trailer park so she can help her sex offender father, a trailer park apparently filled with other sexual predators. She then gets one of these fine upstanding citizens to babysit. He proceeds to kill and dismember this poor little 9 year old girl. Why? Well I guess he just felt like it.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">While I feel such sorrow for the family for what has happened, I think the anger has overwhelmed that emotion in my heart. Anger towards the man who killed this innocent girl and anger toward her mother who placed her in the hands of this monster.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Having 3 beautiful Grandchildren myself I can't imagine even entertaining the idea of putting them in the hands of a convicted sex offender of any type. What was this woman thinking? </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The world is slowly going to hell in a hand basket. </span></span></b>Angie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05685988506156044454noreply@blogger.com0