I didn't realize anyone was still following this blog until a couple of days ago. I thought everyone had abandoned me when I moved over to WordPress. Many of my really good posts have not made the move over there. I don't know the reason. I've been working with those posts on here. You may see several of the past posts show up on this blog, a couple at a time, as I change the contents of each post. I'm removing anything that is too much personal information. I learned my lesson about that. These posts are some of the best ones I did over the years. They made a transition back in 2006 or 2007 so I'm guessing eventually they'll be fixed this time as well.
I've had three blogs in the past so I may continue with two blogs. One on WordPress and one on Blogger. Both have features I like but neither have all the features that work best for me. I'll have to make a decision but it doesn't need to be made right this minute.
If you'd like to visit me over at WordPress the link is here..... Anita's other blog.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Ok I will
I've given it a lot of thought. I've listened to my readers. I've really given my writing a blog a good going over in my mind and my heart. The reason I blog is because I want to be helpful and hopefully build up some angel points.
Another reason I blog is because I know the people of my generation have failed to teach the younger generations ways to live naturally without all the consumer driven economics we see today. If I can reach just one younger person and let them see a new way of living then I've accomplished my goal.
I had already checked into moving over to wordpress several days ago. I found it's much easier to write there but there's still a lot to learn. What I like best is the way readers can interact with each other through comment replies. If someone posts a question as a comment, anyone can reply with an answer. Not just me. Of course I will still be the one to screen the comments to keep out any negative or spam comments.
I decided to go ahead and start a new blog at wordpress. A fresh new start with a fresh new attitude. If anyone would like to join me there just click here Na Na's life and memories. Be sure to bookmark it, or join it, or whatever it is you do, so you can help me make the change. Wouldn't that be something? To have 50+ plus people join a new blog with only one test post? (giggle) Wordpress might wonder what the heck is going on.
Please consider joining me there. I hope to make it much more interactive among all the readers.
Another reason I blog is because I know the people of my generation have failed to teach the younger generations ways to live naturally without all the consumer driven economics we see today. If I can reach just one younger person and let them see a new way of living then I've accomplished my goal.
I had already checked into moving over to wordpress several days ago. I found it's much easier to write there but there's still a lot to learn. What I like best is the way readers can interact with each other through comment replies. If someone posts a question as a comment, anyone can reply with an answer. Not just me. Of course I will still be the one to screen the comments to keep out any negative or spam comments.
I decided to go ahead and start a new blog at wordpress. A fresh new start with a fresh new attitude. If anyone would like to join me there just click here Na Na's life and memories. Be sure to bookmark it, or join it, or whatever it is you do, so you can help me make the change. Wouldn't that be something? To have 50+ plus people join a new blog with only one test post? (giggle) Wordpress might wonder what the heck is going on.
Please consider joining me there. I hope to make it much more interactive among all the readers.
About the phone call
Let me tell you a little history first.
On more than one occasion I've gotten a phone call telling me that my child has passed away. To get one phone call that one child is taken from me was very hard. To get a second call that a child has died is devastating. To get a phone call that a third child has died is like you'll never catch your breath again. Each time it happens it's like your heart is ripped right out of your chest and you don't want to live anymore. Unless you are a very uncaring mother, the death of a child is something you never get over. You learn to live but you never, ever get over it.
Flash forward to last Monday. My daughter calls me while she and Ladybug are going down the road on the expressway. My daughter tells me she is feeling very drowsy from new medication she's on. We don't talk long because she wants to concentrate on her driving. Like any mother would be.... I'm worried. I tell her to call me as soon as she get there so I know she's alright. I say a prayer that both of them will get there safe.
A while later; the next phone call I get I'm expecting my daughter to tell me she and Ladybug arrived just fine. Instead it's someone claiming to be an operator with a collect phone call from my daughter. The woman gives my daughter's name. The woman says my daughter has been in a bad accident and is in the hospital. The woman says that since I don't have long distance on my phone she needs a credit card to accept the charges. My mind is going numb as I start praying..... God, please don't do this again. I can't loose another child. The woman on the phone has other personal information as well and doesn't hesitate telling it to me.
I know something is just not right when the woman asks for a credit card. Yet, I don't want to take the chance that my daughter could be taken from me without a last chance to talk to her. I don't hesitate for a second giving the woman my credit card number. If you were in my circumstances.... would you hesitate? A credit card is only money and it can be replaced. A child can not be replaced.
When I heard the dial tone on the phone I knew I had been had. I call my daughter to verify she and Ladybug are fine. Then, I break down to cry with relief. I say a prayer to God thanking him. Now I'm angry! How dare that woman be so cruel? There is only one place she could have gotten all the information that she had and that's from my blogs. If she took the time to get all that scattered information then she would have known about my deceased children too. That's what she used to get me to give her my credit card number.
I know that the banks are not going to pursue a credit card theft but an individual CAN. I won't go into details about that until after the woman is arrested. I don't want to give her information that could help her in any way to get away with it. There is only one way to stop me from pursuing criminal charges against this woman and I'm sure she will figure it out eventually. Maybe before she is arrested and maybe not.
I've lived a great many years in the ghetto. Life around gangs and prostitution and drugs and gun toting children will teach a person many things. The first thing you learn is that life can take one of two paths. For good or for evil. I choose to live for good. Even among all the bad things that happen around me.
I have hopes of seeing my deceased children again someday when it's my turn to leave this world. I started doing all the good deeds I could to build up what I called "angel points". My blogs were just another way of helping others because I had things to share that would be helpful in these economic times. As the saying goes.... no good deed goes unpunished.
Will I ever blog again? Right now I'm not sure if I will. I've already blogged more additional posts than I intened to. I'm simply answering remaining questions. I made no money from my blogs. It actually cost me quite a lot to keep blogging. I paid for photo storage. I paid for internet. I took time away from quilting to write. I took time away from friends and family to write. It cost me a lot to be helpful.
I can still write my journal for my decendants. I don't have to make it public knowledge through a blog. At different times through the day I find myself thinking..... this would make a great blog article.... then I realize it might bite me in the butt later. I'm keeping my blog for now. I may change my mind later IF I figure out how to make it better. Right now it's a clean slate just like a clean new paper journal. All the posts are gone. An opportunity for starting over. BUT...... do I want to?
On more than one occasion I've gotten a phone call telling me that my child has passed away. To get one phone call that one child is taken from me was very hard. To get a second call that a child has died is devastating. To get a phone call that a third child has died is like you'll never catch your breath again. Each time it happens it's like your heart is ripped right out of your chest and you don't want to live anymore. Unless you are a very uncaring mother, the death of a child is something you never get over. You learn to live but you never, ever get over it.
Flash forward to last Monday. My daughter calls me while she and Ladybug are going down the road on the expressway. My daughter tells me she is feeling very drowsy from new medication she's on. We don't talk long because she wants to concentrate on her driving. Like any mother would be.... I'm worried. I tell her to call me as soon as she get there so I know she's alright. I say a prayer that both of them will get there safe.
A while later; the next phone call I get I'm expecting my daughter to tell me she and Ladybug arrived just fine. Instead it's someone claiming to be an operator with a collect phone call from my daughter. The woman gives my daughter's name. The woman says my daughter has been in a bad accident and is in the hospital. The woman says that since I don't have long distance on my phone she needs a credit card to accept the charges. My mind is going numb as I start praying..... God, please don't do this again. I can't loose another child. The woman on the phone has other personal information as well and doesn't hesitate telling it to me.
I know something is just not right when the woman asks for a credit card. Yet, I don't want to take the chance that my daughter could be taken from me without a last chance to talk to her. I don't hesitate for a second giving the woman my credit card number. If you were in my circumstances.... would you hesitate? A credit card is only money and it can be replaced. A child can not be replaced.
When I heard the dial tone on the phone I knew I had been had. I call my daughter to verify she and Ladybug are fine. Then, I break down to cry with relief. I say a prayer to God thanking him. Now I'm angry! How dare that woman be so cruel? There is only one place she could have gotten all the information that she had and that's from my blogs. If she took the time to get all that scattered information then she would have known about my deceased children too. That's what she used to get me to give her my credit card number.
I know that the banks are not going to pursue a credit card theft but an individual CAN. I won't go into details about that until after the woman is arrested. I don't want to give her information that could help her in any way to get away with it. There is only one way to stop me from pursuing criminal charges against this woman and I'm sure she will figure it out eventually. Maybe before she is arrested and maybe not.
I've lived a great many years in the ghetto. Life around gangs and prostitution and drugs and gun toting children will teach a person many things. The first thing you learn is that life can take one of two paths. For good or for evil. I choose to live for good. Even among all the bad things that happen around me.
I have hopes of seeing my deceased children again someday when it's my turn to leave this world. I started doing all the good deeds I could to build up what I called "angel points". My blogs were just another way of helping others because I had things to share that would be helpful in these economic times. As the saying goes.... no good deed goes unpunished.
Will I ever blog again? Right now I'm not sure if I will. I've already blogged more additional posts than I intened to. I'm simply answering remaining questions. I made no money from my blogs. It actually cost me quite a lot to keep blogging. I paid for photo storage. I paid for internet. I took time away from quilting to write. I took time away from friends and family to write. It cost me a lot to be helpful.
I can still write my journal for my decendants. I don't have to make it public knowledge through a blog. At different times through the day I find myself thinking..... this would make a great blog article.... then I realize it might bite me in the butt later. I'm keeping my blog for now. I may change my mind later IF I figure out how to make it better. Right now it's a clean slate just like a clean new paper journal. All the posts are gone. An opportunity for starting over. BUT...... do I want to?
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
A matter of time
Thank you MJ for adding your voodoo prayers to mine. Some people don't know how powerful a voodoo curse can be.... but it is very powerful. Think about it. People have prayer chains praying to God even though they have never "seen" God. The power of a prayer chain works.
A voodoo prayer chain is just as powerful and works just as well. The local voodoo priest has several of the followers adding prayers as well.
The woman who telephoned me is going to have very bad luck until she does the right thing. She won't recognize it at first. It will be little things that seem to be odd occurrences and will continue to get larger and more frequent over time. I haven't spent nearly a lifetime living in the getto without learning a few things along the way.
A voodoo prayer chain is just as powerful and works just as well. The local voodoo priest has several of the followers adding prayers as well.
The woman who telephoned me is going to have very bad luck until she does the right thing. She won't recognize it at first. It will be little things that seem to be odd occurrences and will continue to get larger and more frequent over time. I haven't spent nearly a lifetime living in the getto without learning a few things along the way.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Last post
Once again I've become a victim of identity theft and it is all because of my blogs. This post is a courtesy post to let my readers know I will be removing my blogs from the internet. I had to calm myself down a bit and let my heart stop racing in order to write this post. What happened to me was very frightening and I don't want it to happen again....... EVER!!!!!
** UPDATE:
There is a very cruel sick person reading my blog. You know who you are because you phoned me today. After I posted earlier I decided to visit the Voodoo priest that lives nearby. All I can say right now is that nothing.... NOTHING.... will go right for you until you do the right thing. You may not believe in Voodoo but..... can you be sure? You will have extremely bad luck and those around you will have extremely bad luck. Especially the person in prison who's pulling your puppet strings.
Come on..... send me a comment..... I want to see it. We can add it to the investigation going on about you right this minute. You really don't know that much about me or what official investigators might be close relatives of mine now do ya? But you will.... oh boy will ya. You did the wrong thing when you brought in my family.
Ok for my regular (and ligitimate) readers, I appologize you must see me this way. When it comes to my own family I'm like a rabid dog when it comes to protecting them. A thing against me is one thing but when a person intentionally brings my family into it....... hell has no fury like a woman protecting her young. This cruel person had me believing my daughter and grand daughter were in the hospital seriously hurt. None of which was true. I'm a little upset for being so stupid and falling for it but I'm furious about the cruelty. Furious enough that I won't let this go. I'll be like an alligator with a death grip on a deer. Once I get ahold of it my jaws won't open. She fooled with the wrong person when she messed with this mother and grand mother.
The last time I was a victim of credit card theft I didn't get upset. I simply did what was required to get it straightened out. I let the bank deal with the thief. This time is different. It was just too cruel.
I would like to keep my blog but it will have to be drastically changed. Just what those changes are I'm not sure. I'm letting my relatives advise me about keeping it secure. The same relatives that are going to do an investigation for me. If they believe it best to give up the blog then that's what I will do. I will miss everyone but my family's security comes first. I'm sure you will understand. And.... you can always email me if you want to keep in touch.
** UPDATE:
There is a very cruel sick person reading my blog. You know who you are because you phoned me today. After I posted earlier I decided to visit the Voodoo priest that lives nearby. All I can say right now is that nothing.... NOTHING.... will go right for you until you do the right thing. You may not believe in Voodoo but..... can you be sure? You will have extremely bad luck and those around you will have extremely bad luck. Especially the person in prison who's pulling your puppet strings.
Come on..... send me a comment..... I want to see it. We can add it to the investigation going on about you right this minute. You really don't know that much about me or what official investigators might be close relatives of mine now do ya? But you will.... oh boy will ya. You did the wrong thing when you brought in my family.
Ok for my regular (and ligitimate) readers, I appologize you must see me this way. When it comes to my own family I'm like a rabid dog when it comes to protecting them. A thing against me is one thing but when a person intentionally brings my family into it....... hell has no fury like a woman protecting her young. This cruel person had me believing my daughter and grand daughter were in the hospital seriously hurt. None of which was true. I'm a little upset for being so stupid and falling for it but I'm furious about the cruelty. Furious enough that I won't let this go. I'll be like an alligator with a death grip on a deer. Once I get ahold of it my jaws won't open. She fooled with the wrong person when she messed with this mother and grand mother.
The last time I was a victim of credit card theft I didn't get upset. I simply did what was required to get it straightened out. I let the bank deal with the thief. This time is different. It was just too cruel.
I would like to keep my blog but it will have to be drastically changed. Just what those changes are I'm not sure. I'm letting my relatives advise me about keeping it secure. The same relatives that are going to do an investigation for me. If they believe it best to give up the blog then that's what I will do. I will miss everyone but my family's security comes first. I'm sure you will understand. And.... you can always email me if you want to keep in touch.
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