Friday, December 05, 2008

My Fish Tanks



System: 75gal, crushed coral, ~75# Live Rock, Pro Clear Aquatic wet/dry filter with skimmer, Koralia 4, Koralia 1, modded maxijet 1200

Lights: T12 actinic, T12 magtinic (and that's it for now until I fix this hair algae problem and/or get a new light solution)

Fish, etc: foxface, maroon clown, royal gramma basslet, lawnmower blenny, skunk shrimp, margarita snails, red legged hermits, two mexican turbos, seabe anemone

Corals: pink and yellow toadstool leathers, devils finger leather, misc mushrooms, misc ricordia, zoanthids, button polyps, various star polyps, bubble coral, frogspawn, pulsing xenia, carnation, closed brain coral & a cristmas tree rock

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System: 75gal, sugar sized sand, ~35# Live Rock, sump/fuge with skimmer, (2) Koralia 3's & a Quietone 1200 for some water flow.

Lights: PC 50/50, T8 daylight (this sucks I need real lighting)

Fish, etc: clarkii, blue hippo tang, six line wrasse, margarita snails, red legged hermits, blue legged hermits, seabe anemone, coco worm

Corals: blastomussa, sun coral, acan lord, blasto, favites, misc mushrooms, zoanthids, button polyps, star polyps, frogspawn & a possible carnation

Monday, September 08, 2008

The Amazing Clown Fish


A little over two months ago I woke up one morning and found that one of my Clown fish was missing. I was so sad, thinking that maybe she jumped out of the tank or was attacked and killed by my Coral Banded Shrimp or just died for some reason. We never found a body that definitely looked like a Clown fish body but we did find some fleshy substance which we assumed was her after everything else ate her.

Ever since there the male Clown fish stayed in the upper right hand corner of the tank by the overflow box. I started thinking I had one of those weird Clown fishes that hosts something strange like the corner of the tank instead of an anemone (which I have two of).

A month went by and I wanted another fish to replace the void that I now felt after losing a fish. Since I couldn't buy another Clown fish because not only did I have a mated pair, but they are Maroon Clown fishes which are the most agressive type and are sure to kill each other if they're not a mated pair like I had.

I went out and bought a Fox Face.

Then I bought a Six Line Wrasse a couple weeks later.

A few weeks later I bought a Royal Gramma Basslet.

So the other day Bryan and I are watching Notre Dame get their asses handed to them by San Diego State, I was somewhat bored and sickened by this game and decided to clean the filter in the overflow box of the fish tank. (The overflow box is the first part of my filtration system, which includes a wet/dry filter and a protein skimmer.)

SOOOO I stand on something to look into the back part of the overflow box (behind the tank), which I never do because it's not easy to see it... I pulled the filter thingy out of it and looked into the box and said "HOLY SHIT! THERE'S A CLOWN FISH IN THERE!" Bryan thought I was joking, and I thought maybe the male Clown somehow just got in there. I checked the tank and he was there, and there was still another Clown in the overflow box. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Bryan got me a spoon to fish her out with. I got her out and into the tank. The two Clowns began swimming around like nothing ever happened. The male no longer hosts the corner. I think he was actually staying by her the whole time, since she was only 3" away the entire time. Crazy stuff!! I'm still in shock!!!

Above is the two of them a couple minutes after I "saved" her... The female is on in the front (left) and male us rear (right). She looks pretty good for living in the filtration system for over 2 months!!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Ugggh my back... ZÜCA saves the day!


Every day I take quite a load of stuff with me, laptop, medical bag, paperwork, a book or two, food and my purse. The last few days my back has been killing me, couldn't really figure out what was causing that until I started observing some of the nursing staff where I work.

Many of them are pulling bags on wheels behind them. Duh. Makes sense. In this business the amount of stuff we have to carry around with us is unreal.

I saw this bag on wheels once and thought it looked cool. The brand is ZÜCA and although I thought it was expensive at the time I now know that it is way worth it. The ZÜCA is the most wonderful bag I have ever seen or used. I asked the sales lady if I could return it if it didn't fit all of my "stuff" and she laughed and said "sure, but you won't have that problem" and wow, she was right! I got home and started filling it with my work stuff and I still have so much room!! I now have everything in one heavy duty, yet very light and deceivingly large bag, not to mention that my back is recovering!

I would recommend this bag to anyone! I love my ZÜCA!!!

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Caring about a child molester...

Some of you may know me, many of you probably don't. Regardless you may know that I have a son of my own, 9 yrs old, and two "step" daughters, 7 & 9. How could I care about a child molester? Interesting question...

About three years ago I received a notification from Family Watchdog that I had two offenders move in three houses down from mine. Not only are they offenders, but they have been charged with offenses against children and there are two living in the same house! My house is on an extremely quiet street near a dead end at a graveyard. I love it here. Child molesters, and two at that?! WTF?

Over the past couple years I've watched them closely. There seems to be the controlling one, and the subservient one, Ralph.

Ray just gives off this evil icky sicko molester vibe. Everything about this guy is wrong and I've never even had to spend any time looking at him except when he drives by or I see him maybe coming out of the house or something. Ray drives a really shitty car with no muffler and never has Ralph in the car.

Ralph walks to the bus stop at the corner every day for work. He has always waved and smiled at us while walking down the sidewalk in front of my house. For the first year or so I never waved back. After all, he is convicted of a crime against children. Ralph never gave up on waving to us. Bryan was the first to wave back at him, I asked him why he waved back, he said he just thought he'd be nice. Ralph seems "slow" you could say. Like his IQ is lacking significant points and he does the best he can just to function. I give him props for his persistent waving and going to work every day. Bryan and I decided that since he's "slow" maybe he did something stupid because he's slow and he's not some kind of hardcore premeditated sicko child molester.

About a week ago there was a shopping cart full of "stuff" in the front yard of the "molesters house" as we and the children call it. Upon further inspection I noticed a sign on the cart, printed from a computer saying "RALPH'S HOME" - at first I laughed. I'm sure when Ralph got home from work that night things were not good for him. The cart stayed there a few days, then it moved to the side of the house. We then noticed Ralph was sleeping on the front porch at night. This was sad. Bryan said I should call the cops, I decided not to stating that "it's none of our business" - two more nights went by. I couldn't stand to see this any longer. Bryan and I decided that if anything we are helping Ralph. He needed to either go back in the house and live, or go live at a shelter. Who knows what his mental condition really is, it might be our duty to help at this point. I called the cops and reported "a homeless guy sleeping on my neighbors porch" of course pretending I knew nothing. The cops came out, talked with Ray & Ralph, I could not hear the conversation. Ralph did not end up sleeping on the porch that night. We didn't see much action at the molester house for the next few days. A couple days after all of this, Bryan called me at work, (speaking in a tone I cannot describe, not sad, not somber, I don't know what it was) and said that Ralph is walking down the road towards the bus stop with a suitcase and a backpack. While we were talking he said Ralph had just looked back at the house almost as if "well that's the end" and never looked back. We have not seen Ralph since. So, I wonder, did we care about a child molester? Did we help him?

He never seemed to be drunk or on drugs so I really really hope to God that he is safe at a shelter somewhere and not on the streets. I want to feel that we helped him, not hurt him. I'm going to assume I helped unless I learn otherwise...

(He is still a registered offender at the address by my house, I will be monitoring this for an address change.)

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

I'm tired of Brett being the subject of my blog.

I want my blog back so I've made another place to type about current Brett things. I am tired of him taking over my blog so I'm taking this elsewhere. I'll get some stuff posted there soon. Comments, suggestions & submissions appreciated! http://brettmoliphant.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

New stuff....?

People keep emailing me wanting to know if they're anything new going on with the good 'ol boy Brett Oliphant. The only things that I've been told recently that I don't think I've posted here are:

1. He bought a Mercedes recently.
2. Went to Vegas earlier this year.
3. Now works at McAfee HQ.

Anyone else have anything to share? You all come to me wanting infos but here I am in Indiana pretty far from California, I have to rely on all of you for the latest scoop!

Monday, June 02, 2008

Ok Security Profiling Guys...

A few of you have responded on this blog stating you used to work there. So... what's the story? What happened there? Fill us in!

Sunday, June 01, 2008

#20 Brett's Greatest Skill

Scam, con, victimize, swindle, defraud, rook, goldbrick, nobble, diddle, bunco, mulct, gyp, gip, hornswoggle, short-change, cheat, rip-off or chisel. Whatever you want to call it... it's Brett Oliphant's specialty.

Monday, May 26, 2008

The funniest thing I've ever read...!!!!

You guys gotta check this out. How funny! I've heard a lot of the lies he's told some of you people, this has to top them off for the moment... [CLICK HERE]

#19 The Horse Whisperer

Nuf said...

Friday, May 23, 2008

half asleep

Okay people I see that you all keep coming back looking for new stuff. I've been working so much (at work now) and have not had much time to be on here. I have a few more photos of the day to post. If anyone has pics that I don't have go ahead and let me know and I will use them as well. We would also like any info you have that might help others realize who Brett really is so don't be afraid to post or email me at apetersen219@yahoo.com

I have however been working on my post for Yetanother's Brett Oliphant womanizer blog, just not finished yet. I think she and I have been doing well to manage our home lives and work lately, let alone think about Brett crap. Keep checking back...

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Coming Soon...

Since the responses by Brett Oliphant's past and present girlfriends has been so tremendous, a friend of mine, past girlfriend of Brett, and current writer of this blog has started something new.

Monday, May 19, 2008

In a Few Months...

Brett,
I wonder how many of your exes (and by exes I mean ex-girlfriends, ex-business partners, ex-associates and friends) will be at your hearing. I know I will be there. I have to say, it will be a great day when I get to be there to watch you get yours. I want to be clear. When I say "get yours," I mean you getting exactly what you deserve. I am not out for revenge or malice. I simply would like to see you reap what you sow for a change.
See you in November! I will be looking forward to it!
PS. You know(...) this isn't going to disappear no matter what you keep telling people. You can dress it up as much as you want, but if you look like a duck and smell like a duck...

Hi Brett Oliphant

I'll make sure I'm there to see you on November 18th. I hope you pay for what you've done, to everyone. The investors, your family, your multiple girlfriends any everyone else you've managed to touch err... I mean RUIN the lives of. Guess what. You'll never get the pleasure to know you ruined my life. You only made me stronger.

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2008/05/19/hacker_safe_researcher_charged/

http://www.pcworld.com/businesscenter/article/146078/mcafee_antifraud_researcher_charged_with_fraud.html

http://www.0x000000.com/?i=574

Monday, May 12, 2008

Mommies & Knees

Well I want to say thanks to "YetAnother" for her Mothers Day post. I hope the rest of you mothers out there had a nice weekend. Here it was really cold and rainy but at least I didn't have to work! I realize some of you had been anticipating the photo of the day since the weekend. I however have been sick and dying all weekend yet still managed to have a nice Mothers Day. My man made me my favorite food, lasagna, which I at all weekend in between the massive amount of sleep and general rest.

So as some of you know I've been jogging, it started out by just getting an urge one day to just run. I feel really out of shape and overweight and it sounded like a good idea. I mentioned it to an acquaintance (a Brett Oliphant ex girlfriend oddly enough) who said I should participate in a 5k late this month, as she will be running in as well. Excitedly I signed up! I always hated running because since my knee structure is odd it always made me look odd when I ran so it was more that I was self conscious about it rather than the running itself.

A week and a half went by and I was doing fine, then one day my knees started bothering me. We are now on the anniversary of the third week. Today I barely made it through my training session (only 21 mins) and made it into my house on pure adrenaline. I sat on the couch in extreme pain and had to ask my son to go find ice packs (a first). About 5 minutes later after laying on the couch in extreme pain I tried to walk 15 feet to the bathroom for some Alieve, after holding on to furniture and walls I finally made it, ate some Alieve and back to the couch.

I don't know if I can keep running or not let alone run the 5k so I'm really frustrated and this sucks. I've been seeing the fat melt away as well as inches and although I have the option of the elliptical machine at the gym, it's just not the same. I'm going to make an appointment with the orthopedic doctor and see what he says. I'm frustrated, and you all know what happens when I get frustrated ... I vent here!!! ( ... that was for you, yes, you)

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

I know there are at least two of us mothers that contribute to this blog and some that read it. So Happy Mother's Day to all! Hope you all had excellent days with family and for those of you not yet receiving home-made flower pots and other cute little gifts from your children, I hope you had a good time visiting your mother or equivalent today!

Friday, May 09, 2008

#18 Still hope?

Maybe there was still hope at this point....? Maybe? Or not.

I guess I've always been one to give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes we need to open our eyes and try to use some discretion, especially when those around us can sense things we are ignoring.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

#17 People are stupid according to Brett.

Please... how lame can he get here? First of all, if you know him at all you can tell it's not him. Second, don't you think he'd have to original and not have to steal it from consumption junction?

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

#16 Contemplation

I didn't realize it at the time that this was Brett's favorite place to go and contemplate a master plan, err I mean, master scam. He would come up with it, then bring people there to sell it to them.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

#15 Super Slick

You know how he is... Smarter than everyone else!

Monday, May 05, 2008

#14 Holiday Inn

Chillin at the Holiday Inn... Many of us pre-2008 girlfriends know all about this Holiday Inn in Downtown South Bend!! Eeew!

Sunday, May 04, 2008

#13 Hiking in the name of deception...

I suppose when someone gives you $500k or $650k or whatever it was as an investment into a project, you better pretend like you're going to do something with it other than wine and dine your bitches (and skip town).

Saturday, May 03, 2008

#12 "Allergies"

"Ooohh poor me, I can't help on the farm because of my allergies, if you need me you can find me on the Commodore64." (Umm... by the way, who doesn't have allergies?)

Friday, May 02, 2008

#11 Chick Magnet

This pic is often used to get people into the web of deceit. He's so hot in that other guys car, it makes feel funny down there! No wonder I got stuck in the web for so long! Too bad after 2 years I never got to see or ride in it!

Thursday, May 01, 2008

#10 The Farm

Old Mr. Brett had a farm E...I...E...I...O...

ooh typing the "..." creeps me out, you all should know what I mean

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

#9 Denial...

If Brett supposedly doesn't have a brother, ask him who the guy on the right is. If Brett never had anything to do with a company called ESRC, why is he standing in front of it with his brother who doesn't exist? I wonder what kind of story he can make up for this one.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Come out, Come out, Wherever you are!

I wonder why so many people who share similar accounts with the person who created this blog, myself and many others, read and comment, but don't post. I find this so confusing. Do some of you feel a certain debt to Brett Oliphant? Maybe he treated you like a queen and you now feel indebted because of all the expensive things he purchased for you. Maybe you were not aware that he had at least seven other girlfriends he was doing the same things for at the same time. Did you ever wonder where all of the money he spent on you came from? Maybe some of you have moved on or "have more important things to do." I have many important things to do as well. But I take my place in this world very seriously and some of those things include acting on a sense of responsibility I feel for helping people to not fall into the same traps I did. I feel a responsibility for making people accountable for their actions in any way possible and speaking out against people who for whatever the reason, actively and maliciously destroy the lives of others. I have felt this sense of responsibility when I mistakenly introduced this man to some of my friends and watched him manipulate and mislead them the same way he did me. I will not pretend it didn't happen just to help him save face. And I also refuse to let one or two people take the burden for all of us. And there are alot of us.

I am so appreciative to the people I have met through reading and visiting this blog the past couple of months and I encourage all of you to write a little bit. It doesn't take much. The more we write here, hopefully, the less people will fall for his lies and manipulations. And anyone else's for that matter. Just think, if this blog had been here three years ago, where would all of us be? Most of us didn't have this information to help steer us away from making some of the biggest mistakes of our lives.

We are not here to destroy a man's character. Firstly, he has nothing to destroy. You must first have values and morals to have your character destroyed. Secondly, the purpose isn't as much to bad-mouth someone who has wronged us as much as it is a coping mechanism and more importantly a warning label for future girlfriends, business partners, and associates. We don't want anyone else to suffer the way his is making his own family suffer. It has to stop.

#8 The Tub

It looks so clean, it wouldn't hurt Mr. Hygiene to take a bath once and a while.

Monday, April 28, 2008

#7 Importance

Brett looks really important here!

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Brett Oliphant has a brother named Bryan.

Okay it's starting to get amazing how many people are saying "I asked Brett if he had a brother named Bryan and he said no" I am not just talking about current women that he is screwing, but business acquaintances and others that he has met since he moved out to California.

PEOPLE: DO NOT BELIEVE HIM. BRETT HAS A BROTHER NAMED BRYAN OLIPHANT AND BRETT IS FROM INDIANA. MY BLOG IS TALKING ABOUT THE BRETT OLIPHANT THAT WORKS AT SCANALERT / MCAFEE AND HE NOW LIVES IN NAPA, CA.

If you don't believe me, then why am I posting pictures of the Brett Oliphant that you know? Why do I have pictures of him at his job? Why do I have pictures that he sends his prospective girlfriends? Why do I have pictures of where he lives? Are things starting to not add up? That's because he's LYING!

If any of you would like to share a story he's told you trying to discount anything I've said or anyone else has said go ahead and post it as a response here or you can email me at apetersen219@yahoo.com and I will point out the lies and holes in the story.

Nike+ Sportband


As some of you know, last week I started running every night. At first I could barely go 1/8th of a mile and that's just a guess. I'm not up to around 3/4 of a mile. This sounds pretty pathetic to anyone who is in shape but I'm excited with my results so far.

Since I have these Nike's with this "+" feature I looked into what it actually is. It used to be for people who had Ipod's, they could monitor the time, distance, pace and calories. Well I don't have an Ipod and apparently recognizes those of us who use other brands of MP3 players and have come out with the Nike+ Sportband. After you go running you plug it into your PC and it shows you graphs and all kinds of stuff letting you know details of your jog. It is so cool that I had to order one. I can't wait to go jogging then come home and fulfill my dorkness by uploading the data to my PC. It should be here sometime this week and I can't wait!

#6 Too Cool

Way too cool in this pic. I dig those loafers!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

#5 The Cars

Brett's cars that don't seem to exist except for the pictures. Oh wait, according to him, they're in storage.

Friday, April 25, 2008

#4 The Crib

The Crib

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Jogging, Lightning & Angst

I now weigh more than I ever have before (except for when I was pregnant) and it's disgusting. Although some people say "oh you're fine" I know the truth, I'm getting fat. One of my clients says to me "oh you're just soft" and then giggles.

Part of it has to do with comfort in my life having somewhat of a 'normal' family life makes me feel better and less stressed most of the time, I guess I should say it's a different stress. It used to be that when I was stressed and raising my son alone it was a kind of stress where I just didn't need to eat much. Well now I'm not sure why but the stress makes me want to eat, seemed as if the worse the food is for me the better it tastes. It's almost like I was getting some sort of adrenaline rush off of eating something I knew was going to add cellulose.

For now things have calmed down in the stress arena, probably until next month. So that leaves me looking at my fat ass and about wanting to puke. I decided last week I would start jogging, that started Monday night after my night shift that ends at 11pm. Holy shit my legs felt like lead as I ran on and off for 10 minutes. Today is the third day of my nightly jogging and it's starting to feel real good. My legs aren't as incredibly painful the next morning and I feel like I'm doing something productive. Sure, eating ice cream at 11:30pm then passing out is always fun, but so is knowing I have overcome my hatred for running at least for now. It also helps me control the angst I have for Mr. Brett Oliphant.

Tonight on my way home from the jog it started raining, at first I thought "damnit" however it felt really good because I was pretty hot. Then the lightning started, it was in the distance so no, I didn't feel much risk for getting zapped. It was so cool to watch it as I ran that distance back home which luckily was west, right into the lightning. So now I'm sitting in the porch just typing and listening to the rain and watching the distant lightning. Seems as if the good stuff either missed us or isn't here yet. Probably missed us like it usually does.

Oh yea, I want to thank the reader of this blog who gave me the tips on the three exercises I can do every day that will also help tone my body. By the way, my pecs are killing me from the pushups and I can't do squats right now with my legs still in pain from the running. Thanks a bunch!!

The feedback I've received on the Brett Oliphant Photo of the day has been tremendous so I will continue to post them. Just one a day my friends, I know you might be anticipating the next one already but I'm waiting until the morning to post it.

;)

#3 Only 15?

You're only 15? BTW I have Ferraris!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

#2 Superbrett!

Here I come to save the day!

Picture of the day... #1 I'm Too Sexy

Everyone keeps asking me to post here yet I don't always have too much to say so that's why I've just been doing the weekly updates. I see there are A LOT of people who come here consistently, usually every day, looking for updates.

I have also had a few people who have been asking about some of the photos you have and some that you've seen online. I have gathered some of them and decided to do the Brett Oliphant photo of the day.

Enyjoy!

Click here for #1 "I'm Too Sexy"

Sunday, April 20, 2008

9yr old girls like Halo...?

Two years ago when I first met Bryan's girls, my son was playing his xbox in the conference room at ESRC on a Saturday. The girls were introduced to Eric and seemed to have very little interest in his mission on Halo. Well now the oldest one is almost as in love with the game as Eric except now they are into Halo 3. Sometimes while I'm in the kitchen I can hear them downstairs plotting out their gameplan for annihilation of the monsters or whatever they are. I just never would have guessed after seeing the extreme lack of interest that day two years ago.

It makes me think back to when I was a kid, playing on the Coleco or on the Compaq 8088 then finally we got a Nintendo. These kids now would think those games were so lame. Heck, our kids in particular are literally ADDICTED to webkins. We have to demand they go out and play and stay away from the computer because they are constantly trying to do the activity of the hour and then head off to the next mission on Halo 3.

When we were kids going outside was entertaining and we knew how to entertain ourselves, these kids act like they don't know what to do with themselves. In a way I just wish they'd go be mischievous or something, just go FIND SOMETHING TO DO! I find myself saying often that it's not the adults job to entertain you after they ask us to come outside too. Shit, when I was a kid I literally remember the neighbors had a dinner bell and when they'd ring it for their son Joe, I'd have to go home too. They had to ring a bell to get us to come home... now we have to argue with our kids to stay outside! I have train tracks behind my house, live three houses from a graveyard on a street that dead ends. You can't tell me that kids <10yrs old can't find SOMETHING to do. They even have walkie talkies that have a range of several miles! Can't you kids do something with what's given to you? At least play hide and seek or something? Damn! Although it doesn't really have anything to do with lack of going outside my ranting has made me think about that Socrates quote...

"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for
authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place
of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their
households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They
contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties
at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers."

Now in regards to some of the Brett Oliphant bullshit that's going on I have had some people asking about when court is, this and that, etc... At this point it's looking like the ball will start rolling in May. Stuff keeps getting moved up date wise so really we don't know at this point. Several people have been contacting me stating that they hope that Brett goes to jail because they too were deceived, lied to, etc... in business and in personal lives. I just find it AMAZING that not one person, NOT ONE PERSON has had anything nice to say about Brett Oliphant. The outpour of concern for Bryan is tremendous and the level of hate for Brett is just out of this world. I sure do pray that the the legal system sees what really went on here! Oh speaking of praying, I heard that the church that his dad attended before he moved to Napa was "praying" for Brett. LOL! I wonder what the load of bullshit the church was fed that would make them want to pray for him! What a bunch of shit! I feel sorry for anyone that wasted a thought on him. You know what though, now that I say that, being raised Christian I feel as if the good thing to feel is that he should be prayed for. He is a sick sick bastard and maybe if people pray for him he will destroy less lives in the future. Personally I do pray for him, for him to be held legally responsible for this stuff and therefore cannot hurt anyone ever again. I have a bad feeling that at 29yrs of age he has plenty of time to screw over some more people. I hope this blog lives on and can help those in the future...

Saturday, April 12, 2008

An update or something...

Well just thought I'd give you all an update. I see that I have some people visiting daily that seem to be seeing if there's anything new here. Well things have been much better especially after we had the girls last weekend, the girls of course being Bryan's girls. He has since started a new job which is in a factory making a minimal hourly wage. At least it's something, hopefully this will help fend off the ex wife now that he can begin to pay support on a weekly basis. We still are not sure how we are going to come up with $3,000 in the next two weeks for what he owes for her back support and attorney fees. I guess we'll worry about that then. Don't know what else to do. At this point it looks like he's going to jail in a few weeks. Oh well. Maybe some miracle will happen and we'll be able to figure something out. It just sucks that he has to worry (well we have to worry) about this support stuff now since next month he has to go to court for the securities stuff. Even if we could come up with the 3k needed to keep him out of jail support it's too bad we can't put it towards an attorney for the "important" stuff.

I still can't help but wonder what my purpose is in all of this. I've been reading a book called The Purpose of Your Life by Carol Adrienne which has been nice and has given me different ways to look at all of this. Many times I think about the day that I didn't have electricity at my house in the middle of January, Brett wouldn't let my son and I come to his house because his girlfriend was there so he suggested I call his brother, who I didn't know barely at all. Brett said "I normally wouldn't do anything like this" and something else like not to disappoint him or something. It was like some sort of warning, really what it was is that he knew he would lose control of me if I got to know his brother. Which is what happened of course. At that time is that when my destiny changed? Or was it when I met Brett on IRC? Or was it in 1995 when I first got on IRC? Why am I here? What is my purpose? Is it my lesson or Bryans? Where would I be if my electric was never shut off that cold night? Where would I be if Bryan's ex wife never fucked his best friend? I guess it doesn't matter. I'm just rambling.

I have to go fold some laundry then go to bed. So anyways to sum things up things are going alright now, still of course not like they were before the whole 8 days left drama, but better than I'm concerned as long as we're taking steps forward, even though if there's a step back once and a while, any forward progress is good for me.

To Gary: Thanks for being there...
To TC: Thanks for contacting us, he'll contact you at some point.
To Lisa: Hope your new job is going well, thanks for all of your support!
To Jenn: Thanks for letting me bla bla bla to you and keeping me from thinking I'm crazy!
To Ava: We await your comments!
To the rest of you that I didn't mention: Thanks for everything! I'm just tired, sorry I left you out!

Anne

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Stronger than you think we are....

This is for Brett. Again. I bet you do like to read this stuff don't you. You would. Just wanted to let you know that we are all a great deal stronger than you think we are. There is a new person born after getting over the things you have done. A wiser person who can see past all of the Brett Oliphants in the world.
I ran into someone today who used to work with you. I won't reveal any names but I will tell you that they were as thrilled as I was to know that you are finally in a comprimising position (I do mean legally although I enjoy the play on words) and that you are finally having to answer for yourself. I wonder what you did to them. I also wonder what you did to the Masons in Lafayette and why you are no longer welcome. Must have been pretty shady as the reason was that you "became" one in the first place. Even if you don't get all that you deserve, you will have to sit in front of people who likely have a more sensitive "bull-shit" meter than I did and have to explain yourself for a change. I bet they all see right through you. I hope they get to see you crumble and I hope I am there to see it all as I plan to be.
But whether or not I can be there I do want you to know, along with anyone who is trying to get over the chaos that follows you, we are all stronger now and you don't scare us like you hoped you would. EVERYONE you know is finally seeing your true colors and you should be getting very nervous about now.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

I wasn't alone...

I have gotten several questions about whether I slept alone that night or not. Luckily he was able to come home. We now have to come up with $3,000 within the next 30 days so he doesn't have to go to jail with work release. We aren't really sure how we're going to be able to do this. What a cold hearted bitch, she knows everything he's going through and she's worried about $1,600 in back support (the rest of it is her attorney fees).

I know she wanted him dead last month, that's why she was going to go through with this even with his threats. Someday she'll pay for her greed and selfishness. She's the one who has to live with herself.

Some of you may be feeling like "oh he must pay support, I don't feel sorry for him" well I totally understand those feelings. Some of you who read this know that I am owed over $18,000 in support and definitely do not side with deadbeat dads however Bryan is not a deadbeat dad. He is trying very hard amidst all this other bullshit. He has a job that is 100% commission based with no leadership and can't seem to make any money. He would like to find a job where he can make some sort of hourly wage however everyone looks at him and says "overqualified" or whatever sounds good for them at the time. At least he is trying, he's always tried. He used to even pay her support up ahead. Now that he's just a little behind she wants to nail him to the cross for it. Guess what Christy? You're the one who has to live with yourself.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

I wonder if I'll sleep alone tonight.

Well since Bryan was in the hospital during what was supposed to be his court date on March 11th, it was continued until today. Last night the attorney’s office called and said “by the way you have court at 9:00am tomorrow for the child support continuance.” It’s like thanks assholes for letting us know15hrs ahead of time that he might be going to jail in the morning.

This last two weeks have been really shitty actually, or has it been three weeks? I’ve lost track at this time. He spent the first 5 days out of the hospital just wonderful. One day he just totally turned into a dick, for I think almost two weeks I didn’t know why. You can imagine I was totally confused and upset why he was acting angry at me for what I considered “no reason.” A few days ago he reminded me that he said he’d hate me if I ever got him help, well being a man of his word, this is what is going on. Every day is getting better however, he doesn’t hate me, he’s just still angry, however it’s not really just at me, its at everything. I forgive him for this and we have been doing fairly well considering the circumstances. Yesterday was good, the day before was horrible, the day before that was good. Last night he told me he realize how horrible and hard for me to never know what the next day will hold, regarding his anger. Well at least he realizes it, I want to think he can control these feelings however I really don’t think he can.

So last night after the attorneys office called he says “well that just ruined my night” and I was thinking “oh great, there goes my decent day with him” well luckily he didn’t turn into an ass, we had several good conversations last night and communicated well. We discussed plans in case he didn’t come home today, like things I have to do and stuff like that. I told him he should take his sleeping pills with him and shove bottle in his pants in case they arrest him he can at least have his meds. Damn jails are such a pain who knows how long it’d take them to get him his pills if I had to take them.

He owes somewhere over $1,000 in child support, it’s really not that much. In Elkhart County, Indiana however they are very harsh on child support and everything else for that matter. I really hate his ex wife, Christy, for being such a cold heated bitch in all of this. At least he TRIES and loves his kids and does anything he can for them and is wonderful father.

I live in St. Joseph County, Indiana and my sons father owes me something like $18,000 in child support, he went to jail for 15 days in October, got out and said he wasn’t going to give me any money so I might as well send him back. Well guess what, the prosecutors office is so fucking pathetic they want to give him “a chance” to get a job so they’re not doing anything. Let me not forget to mention that he hasn’t paid ANYTHING since last March. He hasn’t had a job since then and has since had 3 more kids and they want to keep giving him chances. I sure wish I was in Elkhart County where they would have thrown the book at him YEARS ago.

So anyway, I really hope I don’t have to sleep alone tonight. Nothing is worse than your partner being in jail. I’ve experienced this before with my worthless sons dad, and that did suck but nothing is like experiencing this with someone who I truly believe shouldn’t be there. Yes I agree he owes her that $1,000, I am not trying to say I support dad’s who don’t pay, but given the circumstances, what the hell. Can’t she have a heart? Guess not, I mean, she did fuck his best friend and all (literally) so how can someone like that have a heart?

I feel like shit this morning. What a wonderful day it’s going to be. I went to medpoint the other day because I have some weird rash all over, which they say is caused by either an environmental allergy (I can’t imagine what that would be), or a viral rash (since I work at retirement centers I think that could be it) or stress related (well shit, duh). So I’ve been on prednisone, it gives me horrible heartburn and is making my face puffy. I am now getting symptoms of a UTI. I’ve never had a rash like this or a UTI. I think my immune system is taking a shit on me. Gotta love stress. All I can do is hold on to the idea that things will be better some day and all of this will just make me stronger… What else can I do…?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Thank you for opening my eyes!

When I first found this blog site I was shocked and amazed at what I read. Not because I didn't believe it, but because I have lived it. I too am an ex-girlfriend of Brett Oliphant.
I want to begin by saying that I am absolutely sickened by what he has done to the ONLY person in his life who has always stood by him and believed in him! Brett, your brother was there for you even when everyone else knew you were slime! How could you do this to him? How could you drag him into your world of lies and deceit and watch him suffer for it? He, unlike you, has a family, has children, has love in his heart and goodness in his soul. And you fed off of him until he had nothing left. And now that he has nothing left and the legal system is about to punish him for YOUR disregard for others and the law, you are leaving him to the wolves. Yet again. You should be providing him with legal support at the very least!!!! But why would you when you can just let him take the fall for you right? SELFISH BASTARD! You have it all coming to you in this life or the next and you know it. And when it does, I hope you have the opportunity to seek help from any friends that you may have left in your life. I hope you will reach out and realize that nobody is there. I hope you truly see what you have done to those who have loved you and I hope you are very sorry.
To those of you who know Brett, you may already know that he is very good at what he does. I was with him on and off for a few years too many. He used to brag about manipulating people. "I know how to get you what I want you to do...." he would say. His work involved "finding weaknesses and exploiting them." He would find these weaknesses and use them to get work. Inform his potential clients of the weakness and then use it to gain contracts. He does the same thing in personal relationships. Finds weakness. Exploits it. Uses it to his benefit. Again, he used to brag about it. He would tell me that I was "easy to manipulate" and that most people are. You just have to find that one weakness. He is sick. He uses people in pawns in a game of his own. In business, in relationships, it doesn't matter. It is rather sad in a way that that is all he knows. He is not capable of love or integrity. Keep this in mind when dealing with him. He knows what he is doing.
At the end of the day sometimes, he would tell me about what his day had involved. "Business transactions of(he would emphasize the following words) questionable legality," is all he would say. I always thought he was kidding or exaggerating. Now I understand that he may not have been exaggerating. Do I think he knew what he was doing and had intent to commit crimes? Absolutely. Do I think he intentionally dragged others including his only brother into his "business?" I have no doubt in my mind. I also believe that he thinks he is above the law and will work this recent brush with it in his favor. I have experienced his behavior on a deeply personal level and know what he is capable of. And I have heard from his own mouth what his views of the law are. I hope it bites you square in the ass, Brett.
I could go on and on about the disdain I feel for the person who is behind many broken hearts and bank accounts. But I want to end on a positive note and tell Bryan, I am glad that you are doing better. Stay strong, pray, and love on that incredible family of yours! You are a wonderful father and friend and you always will be. Look for strength in your love for your family and all will be well with you. You will all get through this and whether you believe in karma or God, someone has to be seeing this and you will come out stronger and better than ever! To the person who began this blog and gave Bryan a second chance at life, you are one of the strongest people I have ever encountered. Your courage is admirable as is your ability to keep your family together and strong. Keep on keeping on, girl! And thank you for all you have done so far to help us ALL heal!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Why? Because people should know.

Recently I've gotten some emails from people regarding what I've typed here. Most of them are concerned for Bryan and at the same time want to express their hatred for Brett. I have been told a few times now that it was "brave" of me to type these things about Brett Oliphant. You see, Brett Oliphant has this thing he does, he gets people to be scared of him. Various threats, everything from making you think he can see everything you do on your computer to threats that he has "people" if you make him angry.

Of the emails I've gotten some of you want to end that part of your life so you don't want to talk or think about him, and others are just scared of him. I also want that part of my life over with, however Brett Oliphant haunts me because of the fact I live with his aftermath of destruction, his brother. I want people out there to see who Brett Oliphant really is. I guarantee that anyone who confronts him about this blog, the State of Indiana page of the Yahoo article will be lied to, and made to believe whatever Brett Oliphant's current lie is to get out of that situation.

To all the women out there... Please don't fall for his crap. We've all been there before, if you do this, you will be making a terrible mistake, if you don't believe me then keep this in mind a year or so from now. I promise I won't tell you "I told you so" because I won't need to rub it in.

To all the businesses out there... You should be using objectivity in your decisions before emotions, don't give in and fall for Brett Oliphant's BS!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I just thought I'd share this...

One of the people who has contacted me in response to this blog had something to say that just made me feel a little bit better about my personal ignorance in dealing with Brett Oliphant. To the person who wrote this to me, I hope you don't mind, and if you do just let me know and I'll delete it. I now feel validated after what you wrote, as you have said about what I wrote. This is just one more outside view from the previous inside view of Mr. Brett.

"When I read your entries regarding brett, I felt so validated and releived that I hadn't been crazy those [*edited #] years tho he tried to convince me otherwise. He always acted like it was me who had the problem but everyone else was on his side. I just felt like, wow I was right. I knew he was crooked. I knew he was a bad person and I know how he treated me. But I had no resources to find out what else he was doing. I am glad that you did and I hope those things come out during trial.

I am just so sorry that he has dragged Bryan into this. I always admired Bryan. [*removed sentence] Brett fucked up constantly. Your definition of sociopath and narcisist including him was right on the money. "

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a note to my many visitors to this blog... I am sure that some of you may wonder if what I'm typing is true, or if I'm referring to the Brett Oliphant that you know. I will say that there is a Brett Oliphant hockey player in Canada and this is NOT him. I am referring to the Brett Oliphant who works for Scanalert which is now McAfee in Napa, California.

*For confidentiality reasons parts of this have been removed.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I am just wondering...

I have been getting an ABUNDANCE of hits to this blog from California, Oregon and Texas. Most of which are related to the same corporation. I would have to say that they consist of 75% of the hits. I am starting to wonder why this is, are you guys just blown away and surprised at what I have to say and keep coming back to read it because it just amazes you?

I have also gotten some anonymous and not so anonymous messages sent to me by Brett Oliphant's current and former girlfriends. Do you even realize how many of you that there are? I imagine that the ones who have contacted me are just a small fraction of those who exist. Any of you who feel you want to contact me you can email me at apetersen219@yahoo.com

Someone posted something on a yahoo message board the other day and I'll paste it here for anyone who hasn't already come across it. http://messages.finance.yahoo.com/Stocks_%28A_to_Z%29/Stocks_M/threadview?m=tm&bn=12468&tid=24730&mid=24730&tof=1&rt=2&frt=2&off=1

Once again, I hope justice is served and the law sees who Brett Oliphant really is. That is all we can hope for at this point.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Quite a nice comment...

This was posted as a response today on here. It was so very nice to see and we are great to know we have the support of yet one more person.

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Please stay strong both of you. Bryan I am here for you. No matter what, you are a good man. You know what I have faced in my life and if for no other reason, please stay strong for your girls and the woman that loves you so unconditionally. You have taught her what it means to love again and she needs you. No matter what, I am here for both of you. My thoughts and prayers are with you. L.B.

9:45 AM

Thursday, March 13, 2008

How disturbing...

To Mr. Brett Oliphant,

What is wrong with you? Seriously, do you get some sort of sick twisted enjoyment when you read about the lives that you have destroyed? Yes I said lives, and no, mine is not one of them. I wouldn't give you that pleasure.

Whats sad is that like most if not all of your random women I really bought into your BS. I really cared about you for quite a long time, way too long. It's too bad that your slick, suave and charming behavior leads to such devastation.

People say that the easiest to con are doctors and attorneys. Well you've gotten them down plus family and a bunch of other people. Damn, who's left? Maybe you'll get your dad next or something, hell, maybe he'll con you. What's cooler than conning the con man? I'd laugh my ass off. That would be *classic* to say the least.

I also have to admit, I get some sort of sick enjoyment out of seeing you visit here.

I can't wait to start phase two...

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

hi brett

I know you're reading this. Don't think you're slick. I'm not slow you fucking asshole.

0 days left (a big mac or some long john silvers)

Well today was supposed to be the day I started to plan a funeral, instead it is the day that I will be able to plan the next phase of my life with him, it is a celebration of life. This has been the most emotionally draining rollercoaster of my life. In a way, I don’t remember how it was said he actually thanked me for saving his life today. I never thought that would be said to me, what a wonderful wonderful thing to hear.

I thought he was going to stay a few more days but according to all the doctors and himself they all feel he is truly able to go home. I was shocked at first, because yesterday he didn’t even think he was ready yet. It is amazing what those people have done with him, they have helped him get his life back in so many ways. He said that now he feels like his old self again, no longer living in his “shell.” I can only imagine how great that feels to him.

I told him I better get cleaning the house then since he’s coming home, he told me to just leave everything be. He just want to lay around with me and relax and eat a Big Mac or some Long John Silvers or something. That is fine with me. Whatever he wants.

The coming weeks and months will be very challenging. I’m sure I’ll be back with random updates whenever I have to type about the dysfunction in my mind. I want to give thanks to all of those who supported me through this the last 8 days, especially Keystroke, Icebrew, Jason, Dan and anyone who would listen. There were times where I felt I needed to get “checked in” and during those times were the times my friends came through. I feel like I could never express my gratitude enough. Thank you.

1 day left (i was gonna swallow a bullet)

Today was the first day where things felt a little bit closer to normal, whatever that is. I went to work and things went well, it was the first day I didn’t feel manic at all. What a feeling. I am so thankful now that the one day left doesn’t point to the definite death of my man, that it now signifies the first day that he has a chance of getting out of the hospital. Much better than the day I would start planning a funeral.

I went for visitation and he informed me that instead of letting the hospital decide whether or not they’d let him out tomorrow, he made the choice to sign to keep himself there. How strong of him to do something like that. The improvement I have seen over the last four days is just amazing, something that I could not imagine that could happen. Heck, I never thought he’d speak to me again, let alone show such progress.

He told me about a conversation that he had with two other people today, one who was emo kid who ate a bottle of Tylenol PM’s then told his mom, and the other who OD’d in a hotel room and was found by someone. He told me they asked him when “the day” was which he said was “tomorrow morning” (being March 11th) they then asked how he was going to do it. He told them he was going to swallow a bullet. He said their faces were something of horror, like they had just seen something just horrible. He was confused about their reactions and asked them what was wrong. One of them said “but, that is permanent” well of course Bryan tells them that when he’s going to do something, he does it. If you want to die, what’s the point in fucking around? Just get it done. That kind of struck me in a strange way. It just goes to show that most people who want to die, including Bryan, really don’t want to, they want help.

Everyone has their own way of saying it. In this case it wasn’t eating a bunch of pills and getting sick, it was a week and a half of him warning me. Don’t ignore the warnings of those around you who are really crying for help, whatever the form of warning may be.

Much of what has disturbed me about his healing process is the fact that he keeps talking about how he views himself, which is, as nothing. He claims to not like himself, to see himself as nothing and sees no reason for existence. Yet goes on to tell me about all these great and wonderful compliments he gets from everyone around him, whether in a group therapy or not. He acts all surprised about these compliments. These are things that anyone who knows him would have always said. These are things I thought he knew, realized and would have never imagined that he just tossed them out the window. I myself have been depressed before, hell, maybe I am still, probably, and I don’t have the greatest self esteem or view of myself, but damn, seeing him like this and hearing him talk down about him so much is just, well, disturbing and when someone you love is like this, it really hurts.

He then tells me that he learned about forgiving himself today. He said the exercise was to look at ourselves and figure out why we don’t forgive ourselves easily. Most people find that they can forgive others easier then themselves. He said that I therapy he told them he feels he puts himself on a higher level and expects more from himself. He was then asked something to the effect of “why would you be on a higher lever then anyone else?” He said that really made him think.

So then we’re talking some more and we get to talking about how he was upset that he didn’t get his weekend with the kids. I had to once again say how I felt like I was upholding his wishes by not calling to get help sooner. I said I wanted to wait until Monday to get help (as I stated in an earlier post) so we could have our weekend and I knew he’d be mad at me, which he was. He then said in reference to the day I had him committed “well how could you not have it done that day.” Well damn, apparently he doesn’t know the mental anguish I was going through prior to that Thursday. If any of you have read the first few days of the countdown you’ll understand. ……. How could I not have? Shit. Think about it! I was sick in my head too at that point! How can you blame me for my thoughts?!?!!!??!?!?!

At one point he said excitedly, “hey guess what!? I know what one of my fears is!” I then ask what it is. He said he’s afraid of making money because he might lose me. I was thinking “wtf?” Well he says when he made a lot of money his ex wife turned into a bitch, and ended up cheating on him and destroying his family.

Driving home I started to think about the last two awakenings he talked about. I really was able to put those two things together. He was blaming himself for making a lot of money, which in turn he thinks changed his ex wife into an arrogant bitch who then cheated on him. Realistically, the ex wife would have done this regardless of the money. He needs to forgive himself for this, even though he never realized it, he’s been blaming himself. It just kind of hit me, like “whoah” he just told me what one of his major issues is, without really saying it.

Tonight when he called me I made sure I mentioned the conclusion I had made and he said “wow, that makes sense, I never thought of it like that.” It’s amazing some interpretation can do.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

2 days left (this is my annie)

This morning was all messed up. I have been in such emotional distress that I totally forgot that I had to work. In m job I have people to depend on me so that they can do their normal ADL’s (activates of daily living) and if I’m not there, stuff can get crazy. I got a call from my work saying that I was supposed to be at my client’s house at 10:00, this call was at 11:00 or so I thought. When I got to their house I realized that it was really now 12:15 where I thought it was 11:15. This daylight savings stuff is stupid, I wish we could go back to how it was my whole life, no clock changing at all. How dumb.

I was able to get off work in time to get to visitation at the hospital. Tonight Bryan introduced me to some more of the people on his floor, each one by saying “this is my annie” and then saying their name. That was odd to me, it made me wonder what he says about me or how he refers to me. Not in a bad way, I just thought it was kind of cute. One of his daughters calls me Annie, and he does when we’re playing around. It was just something that caught me off guard. Still not really sure why.

One of the women he introduced me to looked familiar, when I told him he said that she worked at the high school I went to, now that I think about it I think she worked in the front office. Emo kid also goes to the same school. I bet that would kind of be strange when they get out and see each other in the school, what a connection they will have after all of this. By the way Emo kid is no longer his roommate, they moved him because they had to monitor him thinking he had some blood infection from his OD attempt. Now his roommate is some weird freaky guys that he stays away from.

I have been asking Bryan where the gun was in the house so I can see if it was still there, or if the cops took it, well, he had been saying he forgot where it was. What a load of crap, finally today he said didn’t forget but he’s not ready to tell me where it is. He said the cops probably found it because it wasn’t hidden too well. I’ll find out in the morning when I go to police station to find out what all they confiscated from my house without informing me. I still don’t understand that.

He told me he is upset because he claims “I am not able to smart my way out of this one” which means really that the people aren’t buying his fake acts of “feeling better” I’m so glad that they’ve seen it all. I can’t express how much I wish he could be home, yet I want him there as long as he needs to be. I told him he better start showing he really wants to start feeling better or he will keep buying more days in there. He claims he genuinely feels better but not to where he should be.

He told about a therapy session yesterday where he had to describe how he feels via an element on the periodic table and how others see him and what he wants to be. He said he feels down low, like lead, a toxic cheap metal. That people see him as silver, by their complements and all of that, and how he wants to be gold. I asked why gold, not platinum? He said he figured people wouldn’t get it. Doesn’t everyone know platinum is worth more than gold? *shrug*

Upon my departure he said “well, I’ll see you tomorrow” so even though he doesn’t come right out and say he’s happy that I visit, with that statement apparently I am valued.

I came home to a big hug and immediate question about how Bryan is doing. My son has been so strong through this. I never knew a 9yr old could be so mature. Sometimes I forget to see how valued I really am, most importantly, by my son.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

3 days left (bring some mountain dew and my fuzzy pants)

Well today was another long day. While at the barber shop this morning with my son, your mom called to see if I’d talked to you yet. You still hadn’t called me so I was telling her I wasn’t sure why, if it was because you hate me for getting you help, or you just didn’t know what to say or you were embarrassed or something.

I called to see how you were doing; they were reluctant to tell me anything even though you had signed a release of information to me. That kind of pissed me off but eventually I got a little bit of info, at least that you were doing ok and that I should call you about 4:00.

So I called back, that minute of waiting for them to get you was torture. I was so scared you’d refuse the call or act like a total dick or something. Well I was disappointed when your tone was still very depressed. You told me you had been refusing meds because of the “side effects” honestly, Ativan sounds kind of fun, I wish I had some right now. I wish you’d take it to start feeling a bit happier or whatever. It made me kind of sad when I told you how happy I was you took my call and you told me that if you refuse any calls or visits its bad for your “record” so that’s why you did it.

I asked if you wanted me to come visit tonight, you said “I don’t care, whatever” and then “if you do I want some Mountain Dew and my fuzzy pants” so I took that as you wanted me to come, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

I got there and you looked different. Your aura was different. It was much lighter, not as dark; you just seemed a lot different. Even though you said the therapy sessions are “gay” and you are refusing meds, something has changed with you. You told me that you felt that I did what was right, even though you were angry at first. That made me feel so relieved, at least you know I was just trying to help. You said it is too early to say thank you, yet you are glad I did what I had to do. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to hear that.

When you told me the reason you hadn’t called was because you didn’t know what to say made me feel better, at least I know it wasn’t because you hated me. You can’t imagine what I have been going through the last couple days. Everyone told me that when people say they’ll never talk to you again 9 times out of 10 they still do, I was so scared because you aren’t like everyone else. I am so glad they were right.

It was nice meeting your new “roommate” the emo kid. I am not sure if you guys told me his name or not, all I know about him is that he ate a whole bottle of Tylenol PM and failed his attempt at suicide. His girlfriend seemed to be grateful as she cried during her visit I could also see her pain. I wish suicidal people had the ability to understand how much they mean to those around him. You will probably learn a lot from each other, just as you did with your cell mate in jail in December. It’s amazing how things play out.

The woman in pink was odd, constantly pacing around, then coming in to tell you she finally got “the nicotine patch” so she can stop having nic fits. Something about the fact that she had missed a few smoke breaks and is losing her mind. She seemed all fucked up anyways so it was sad that she couldn’t even get her smoke.

Near the end of our visit I told you how much I wanted you to come home, but at the same time how I want you to stay as long as possible to make you better. You nodded your head in agreement and did not disagree. That’s one more thing that makes me realize that you were really just crying out for help this whole time. One more thing that reassures me that I did do the right thing, as hard as it was. I do realize however that you are still very sick, you still want to die and you are still very depressed. It has only been two day, I can’t expect you to be better yet, please hang in there and I’ll be there for you along the way. As I’ve always promised I’ll be there to help you through all of this and I mean that.

Friday, March 07, 2008

tonight I'm having anger issues and I need to vent, Brett, this one's for you.

Sociopath
so·ci·o·path
–noun
(1) a person, as a psychopathic personality, whose behavior is antisocial and who lacks a sense of moral responsibility or social conscience.
(2) Brett Oliphant

Narcissism
nar·cis·sism
–noun
(1)
inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity.
(2) Psychoanalysis. erotic gratification derived from admiration of one's own physical or mental attributes, being a normal condition at the infantile level of personality development.
(3) Brett Oliphant
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I was just in the shower and started having all these thoughts of rage. I feel like I need to type some more about what you, Brett Oliphant, have done to everyone. Maybe I should start telling people about this blog, what about that attorney you ripped off, Mike Segal, or your Security Profiling ex-partners.

I will be there at your hearing to help the state convict you to the highest possible degree. I wonder if the state even knows about what you did to the Security Profiling people, or the $750k you scammed Mike Segal for, or how you not only scammed so many people on a personal level, but scammed all your girlfriends. Or what about the minor you were having sex with. It's not right to have sex with a 15 year old when you are 26, now wonder she's now into porn.

Your brother is 6 years older than you, he didn't even know what kind of person you really were. That phone call ruined his life. He thought your idea here was great therefore he got his friends to invest money into your company. It's a shame he didn't realize at the time that you were needing to run from Lafayette because of Security Profiling. It's so sad that people tie you two together, like how the state calls you two the "Oliphant Brothers" your bother never thought you would betray him like this. Family just doesn't do that to each other. I guess in your family they do, let's just look at Darrell for instance. Your mother is a wonderful, honest woman, apparently Bryan took after her and you followed your fathers footsteps.

After all of this ended I was in shock, all of the pieces started to come together and things started to make sense. That is, once you were gone and people were not longer afraid to talk to each other. How could one person possibly be so unbelievably greedy that they could create such a complex plan of lies and deceit. You had everyone believing your lies, you had people thinking your brother was in on everything with you. There were things you told me while we were at ESRC about your business dealings, such as the fact there was no datahosting company in Chicago that you purchased before your brother even knew! I remember the day he found out that was a lie. He was devastated and furious. The fact that I already knew that for MONTHS by that time made me start to wonder what all I knew that no one else knew, especially the one who made do all the dirty work, your brother. This was all one big pre-meditated scam because you needed money and somewhere to live when you had to run from Lafayette. All you know how to do is run. Thats what scammers do, the scam, they run. There's always fresh meat around the corner.

People say the easiest people to scam or con is doctors and lawyers, which you have successfully gotten both. Hell, you're a pretty impressive con artist since you were not only able to con a family member, but one who was in the financial arena and extremely intelligent. If the State of Indiana does not do everyone justice here INCLUDING your brother, don't worry, you'll get yours someday.

Why would Bryan leave his successful investment career for something like this? If he was involved in your scam, well, 1.2 million isn't much compared to how much he was making per year and could have made until he retired. Why would he risk everything for your scam? BECAUSE YOU SCAMMED HIM LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. Why did you tell me that you prefer to have your brother make the cash withdrawls for when you need money for your cash deals? Why didn't you do it? All he did was give you the money bag, I saw it, well, now I see that you were not only being lazy, which is what I thought at the time, but this was part of your scam, you didn't want to be the only person making withdrawls. Why didn't you ever even give him one paycheck? You paid more then he ever got. Did you think he was an endless pit of money? We now get the credit card bills at my house that you ran up. It's disgusting.

One thing I keep saying to those who have questioned Bryan's role in this. If he was such a part of this scam, why did you end up with all of the money? Why did he have to file bankruptcy and move in with me in my 2 bedroom house? Why did he get his car re-posessed? It's amazing that someone who was so well off is now on foodstamps. To all of you who know about this situation, just keep this stuff in mind. Brett's the one who moved to a very expensive prominent neighborhood in Napa, CA. Bryan filed bankruptcy and moved in with me. Trust me, if he had money we wouldn't have come close to having our gas shut off this winter.

I swear to you, you will pay for this. Maybe everyone thinks you two were together on this but God knows the truth. You will pay for this in the end, fate will get you if no one else takes care of you first. I can't wait to help the state prosecute you. I just hope they take in consideration all the other people you have scammed, outside of ESRC and 85 West. It's only a matter of time and justice will prevail. I just pray that they see how horrible of a person you really are and you don't con them as well. I am so glad I got your brother help, if he were to die I'm sure you'd make up a bunch of new lies to put everything on your dead brother to lessen your sentence. Fuck you, I hope you rot in hell.

4 days left (I miss you, I just wish you’d call)

Tonight I am having anger issues. I’m going to bypass that for now and make another post about that.

I sure wish you would call me, I know you are most likely upset with me but it is killing me not to hear your voice. I was only trying to help. Please forgive me. Tomorrow night I may call and hopefully you will talk to me, I hope I can visit.

Today was a blur. My body clock woke me at the usual 6:00 even though I didn’t get to bed until 2:00, I can’t ever sleep when you’re not here. I awoke on your side of the bed, I was probably trying to cuddle all night. I was still so exhausted I kept falling back asleep this morning until I got up at about 11:30. Amidst all the phone calls and the TV on I was able to go back to sleep 4 or 5 times.

Madison Center called and told me I had to sign something for Eric’s therapy sessions at school that they forgot to have me do yesterday. We decided to eat lunch at some sandwich place across from where you are at. It was so hard to see that building knowing you are hurting so, that I had to have my back to the window. I feel so bad that you are there; I wish you could be better and come home. I hope they are nice there and you are getting better. It hurts so much to think about what you are going through.

The neighbors called today and wondered if I was okay, they saw police blocking all the roads near our house and the alleys, they wouldn’t even let them enter the front of their house. They saw the police enter the house with guns drawn. They saw you get taken away. I know you were so scared, please forgive me, I was only trying to help.

Your ex bitch wife had the kids call so many times last night to try to talk to me, I can’t believe the bitch will use the kids against me like this. How traumatizing. I never returned any of the calls, they are too innocent, I will not be a part of their damaged mental state from ex bitch Christy.

I have been so sick all day, my stomach is in knots and churning and I’ve pooped like 6 times today, a record for me. I just wish you’d call. Maybe you don’t know what to say, maybe you are embarrassed or scared of what I might say, or maybe you are angry. I just was only trying to help. I hope they are helping you see that. Please don't be mad at me.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

5 days left (please, wait until monday, let us have our weekend)

Well the morning started off normal I guess, whatever that is. I told my every day 7-10am client that I might not be in next week. She wanted to know why. We've grown pretty close so I thought I'd fill her in. Oh by the way, the man I was with last night, happens to be her relative by marriage. Ironic. She wanted to know how I could be calm while dealing with something so devastating. I told her I can only cry so many days straight. I'm starting to become numb. She grabbed my hand when I left, knowing I won't be back until Monday, begged me to hang in there and be safe.

Three weeks ago I had made an appointment at a local mental institute place in the area (Madison Center) for my son because he's been having problems in school and "dad issues" with his real father who is dysfunctional to the max. I will mention right now that the counselor at his school is one of the people involved in Bryan's lawsuit, so helping my son can turn into a conflict of interest.

I went to get my son early from school, saw the counselor (we will call him HB), I stepped into his office to warn him of the horror my son may go thru next week if Bryan kills himself on Wednesday as planned. He got angry and said not to mention Bryan's name, he will pretend like I never said anything and told me my son can talk to the principal about his problems because he will not help him with any problem having to do with Bryan. Isn't that some fucked up shit? I'm feeling like I should talk to an attorney. Not only did he refuse future treatment of my son, but he was told of a suicidal person and said "I am going to pretend you never said that" - I don't think certified therapists/counselors etc. can do that. Especially refuse treatment of my son because of their outside ordeals.

So we get to the therapist and she says they have a therapist at the school that my son will be able to meet with and also HB at school. At this point asked my son to leave the room. I had to tell them that HB can't be involved in my sons care. Particularly because my boyfriend is going to kill himself next week, partially because of the legal case with HB. They thought this was just off the wall crazy and told me that he won't be working with HB and "oh by the way, we now have to call the police because you mentioned this suicide thing."

This weekend we were supposed to take our kids to this indoor water park hotel thing and it was going to be Bryan's final weekend with the kids. I begged these people to not call police yet, that I can go along with it if we do it Monday, but please, let us have our weekend. They then stated that no one is safe now, that what if he killed everyone and himself? I knew that he wouldn't do that but they had to call police anyways because of course liability issues.

By now I'd been crying for quite some time. Convinced I had made a mistake by telling them this. What a dumb fuck I was, or maybe it was some sort of divine intervention working through me. After all I have been praying my ass off, I've prayed more in the last 5 days then I have in 10 years. And this is only once a night, shows how religious I am. I still could not convince myself I did the right thing, I was so scared he would kill himself before the police got to him, scared he would hate me as he promised and just all out freaked out. I felt as if I betrayed him, even though I saved him, I guess my depression at this point has my thinking messed up too.

There was an unknown amount of time between when they called the police and when they were told he was safely detained. It felt like an eternity. It might have been 45 mins. Oh my, was it a horrible 45 mins. I was angry, scared, upset and blaming myself. How could I do this to him?

Finally a phone call, the police were with him and he hadn't blown his head off. Oh okay you'd think that when you get the police to detain a suicidal person they just do it. HELL FUCKING NO ITS LIKE PULLING TEETH. Bryan was so at peace with his decision it was simple for him to act all cool, calm and collected when the cops were there, acting as if nothing was wrong, they believed him. So at this point police are refusing to take him to the hospital without a signed thing from the doctor, who would not sign it because he had never met the patient. What the fuck is this, I wondered, as I told the people "I told you this was a bad idea, they are gonna leave him and he'll kill himself as soon as they walk out the door." I told the therapists that he would do that to the cops and the hospital when they got him there, they kept insisting to the police department that he was not stable even though he appeared so. After about 4 hours of talks with police department, going through a judge, and then the police chief who finally signed a 24 detention form so they could bring him to hospital (since doctor wouldn't) ... finally ... finally ... finally he's going to be seen. They brought him in and took my statement so they could guarantee a now 72 hour detention. This does not include weekends so he's in there until a minimum of Tuesday night.

He swore to me he would never speak to me again if I got him help, he would hate me forever, etc etc. Well... he won't talk to me if he's dead either, so fuckit. After getting checked in, they came to me and said he signed a release for me to get information on him. I felt such a relief, if he hated me that much for helping him, I couldn't imagine him signing this release. When they told him visitation is only two people at a time he said "well she's the only one who will come to see me anyway" I feel like thats saying he does want to see me. He didn't call me tonight, which he could have, however thats fine I need to give him a few days to get it together. I wish he would call but I know he wont, and probably can't. I'm sure he's heavily sedated this evening. He asked them if I could bring him some clothes and his glasses, so I did, plus his toothbrush, etc all of that shit. I also went to the bookstore and bought him shit to read. One book by a Tibetan monk named Thich Nhat Hanh on Anger. I think I mentioned this author in one of the other posts. Okay I've been going on and on. Time to wrap it up.

I really wish he can forgive me, if not, well then so be it. In the meantime I will be envisioning positive thoughts and energies entering his body while he begins to heal. What else can I do...

As much as I was hurting 12hours ago, I am so so so so thankful I made the decision, even if it wasn't actually conscious.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

6 days left (crying because of a kiss)

Well Christy, the ex-wife, called Bryan today (as she said she would) to arrange for visitation times this weekend. She told me last night she would “think about” the court thing on the 11th and call her attorney again. This does not mean shit because she doesn’t want the court date cancelled so calling the attorney is just a lie. So the dumb cunt calls him, asks about what time he’s getting the kids and doesn’t mention anything else. The bitch wants him dead. How could she possibly want her kids to suffer like this? I will make sure when they are old enough to understand that she is a selfish cunt and they will know everything and hate her.

With this being said, we have decided to continue on with our plans to take the kids to the indoor water park hotel thingy this weekend. Bryan will use what money he has left on a weekend of fun with the kids. I am not sure how I will be able to enjoy this time, knowing that these kids will no longer have a father come Wednesday.

I feel somewhat numb the last couple days, especially after talking to Lillie last night. Is that how I should feel? I feel like I’ve done everything I can, begged & pleaded, expressed my love, spoken with suicide hotlines and attorneys, tried to reason with ex wife and begged his mother to figure something out. It’s starting to be more and more clear that I really can’t do anything. I just have to sit back and hope I am strong enough to get through this. I am no longer crying most of the day.

Speaking of crying, tonight I am working with a husband and wife, the wife has Alzheimer’s disease. We were all watching the news together when she just started losing her mind, literally. Freaking out in her wheelchair, screaming, kicking, yelling and moaning. We took her too bed, as I finished covering her and ensuring her comfort her husband leaned over and gave her the most tender kiss. It reminded me of the kisses that I give Bryan while he is laying down. It’s like trying to comfort someone who seems to be in such despair. I felt the same feeling from her husband just as I watched. I actually had turn away because I couldn’t bear to let him see me cry. He might wonder what my problem is.

I cleaned the kitchen and sat down with him while he watched Wheel of Fortune I told him I had to work on what I am typing. He wanted to know what it was, wondering if I’m in school, or if I’m some sort of writer. Well, neither Dr. Fromm (he was a dentist back in the day). I asked if he really wanted to know, he insisted. I felt weird because I don’t discuss these things with my clients. It’s just not right, there’s something wrong about that.

I briefly told him what's going on and he agreed, there's nothing I can do but go on and be strong. I assured him that I know that my son is the most important to me in all of this and forever, this I know, and this I will never forget.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

7 days left (thank you Lillie)

Well Christy is playing games about canceling the court date. Doesn't look like it's going to happen unless she has a change of heart tomorrow.

As I sit here with my client, Irene, born in 1921 and now bedridden and dying I decided to write. It's been rather challenging in a way taking care of someone who is naturally dying and someone who wants to die. Earlier after talking on the phone with Bryan, I went into Irene's room to turn her (she gets turned every two hours to prevent bed sores) I was crying and trying to hold it in. She noticed, and for her to notice something is odd since she is not far from being comatose. I expressed to her that I am having a hard time right now in my life. Earlier Bryan had suggested I read to Irene tonight, so I told here I'd read to her a little bit out of a book I'm reading suggested by Bryan's mom (who he won't speak to) it's called 'Being Peace' by Thich Nhat Hanh - a Buddhist monk. Not so sure how much she took in but she fell asleep after about 10 minutes of reading, if that. At least she was resting peacefully.

I left her room and still could not hold myself together. I thought it was time to call another suicide hotline person. The other time I called the guy wasn't that great so I was hoping for someone better. I got Lillie, she was wonderful. She let me know that if Bryan wants to do this there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop him. Even if I try he will find a way. It was at times hard to hear and I almost felt it was harsh, however it's the truth, and that is what I wanted to hear. Lillie helped me realize that even though I want to feel that this is all my fault, and even Christy's fault, or TRULY BRETT'S fault, it's really no one's fault but Bryan's because it is ultimately his choice. It's terribly mean and selfish.

I thought I had a wonderful man, after previous men some mentally abusive (most) and one physically abusive, I thought I found a wonderful one. On the outside it looks great like we have a great life together, yet in reality I am being mentally tortured, not like the other men in my past, but worse. It is amazing how blind I have been, how blind love can be.

My eyes are still burning from the crying I did on the phone with Lillie. I am still miserable and will be until I can close this shit chapter in my life. I hope that he doesn't do this, I hope that some higher power can make him realize he's wrong but I'm not counting on it. I never thought that I would have to go through something like this. What did I do to deserve it? Is it because I have always chosen men who ultimately hurt me? And why do I do that? Was it the mental abuse from my mother and father? Why did they do it? Their parents? Who do I blame? No one because there is no one to blame. It is up to ME to change the cycle of violence here. I have to be strong and teach my son to love and be loved and love life. I don't want him to grow up miserable like I did, to choose bad relationships like I did, to have to go through what I'm going through.

As much as it hurts I am ready to face this. I have no other choice.

Monday, March 03, 2008

8 days left (part 2)

Okay, I'm typing this for some sort of self therapy I guess. Here's how it all begun, if anyone really cares.

About 3yrs ago I met someone online, OMG online yes, in #phreak on IRC (undernet), no no, not yahoo! personals or anything like that, but at this point what does it really matter? His real name was Brett Oliphant. Brett was living in Lafayette, IN at the time, and planning to move to Elkhart, IN to start a ISP and datahosting company (85West). Sounds cool huh, randomly meet someone online that is planning to move near me. Since we hit it off so well, it was awesome.

Brett, claiming to be well versed in the computer security world (which turns out he really was) also claimed to be, without saying so, rich. Now, I'm not a woman who goes after rich men, it just seemed nice since I was a not so well off single mother. Brett claimed he had just sold a company and was moving up here. That company was called Security Profiling. It existed, however he didn't sell it. He also claimed to have some Ferrari's which are shown here http://digitalparanoid.com/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=4097 - turns out none of them were his, although to this day, he still claims they are even though where he lives in California he doesn't even own a car. Funny how that works.

The more and more I got involved with Brett, the more I believed his narcissistic ways, beliefs and living style. It was amazing. I even started a company with a friend of mine, who I'll refer to as Mr. S where we rented space at Brett's business. Oh of course, this was not at 85West, this was at an electronic recycling company (ESRC). Which brought me closer to the world of the Oliphants.

What happened to 85West you may wonder? Well to begin with, Brett's brother Bryan, was a local investment broker in our area, had many friends that he wanted to help out and get them more money. He let them know about his brother's idea for the internet company in Elkhart, so they invested a lot of money, I am not sure of the exact amount, maybe $750,000 or something, Brett worked with Verizon and the city of Elkhart to get fiber ran to it's location however it was not possible due to I believe some sort of infrastructure issue. Brett then paid someone to find another datahosting company for him to purchase with the investors money so there was a return on investment. Well, Brett told Bryan that that was purchased. Bryan then found out that was a lie. At that time is when he said in his own words his "heart sunk."

Since there was no 85West (and supposedly purchased another company in Chicago) Brett figured he'd start an electronics recycling company for more profitability. Got Bryan to borrow some more money from investors, I want to say $250,000 or so, not quite sure. This money was to start ESRC which had a great ROI if run correctly.

Little did anyone know, except Brett, he had been spending the original 85West money on himself to live like a king, and also used some of it to pay off the ESRC investors. This left 85West people screwed.

During all of this, with my company located at the ESRC building, I started to learn I was one of 8 other girlfriends, ranging from Indiana to Maine, to wherever else. Who knows, I only know of 8 of them, so there must have been more. I was scammed just like his brother, Bryan, and these 85West people. At the time of course, the lies said to me led me to believe 85West people were fine and there were no problems. Until the day the Indiana State Police served some papers. More lies were fed to make me think everything was okay. I wasn't quite sure, things were sure looking shady. There were times that Brett even paid my gas bill and other utilities with his 85West debit card. Had I known then what I know now, there is no way I would have went along with that.

Brett's shadyness was escalating and I was having less and less to do with him, one night I got home and found I had no power in February, due to lack of paying my bill. I called him, he was busy with his girlfriend so wouldn't have me over, but told me to call his brother, Bryan, and my son and I could stay at his house. I thought that was very weird because I didn't know Bryan at all, just in passing at ESRC. That was the night my life changed.

With Bryan I saw what a real man was, a caring, loving and compassionate man. Over the next few months we became good friends and I distanced myself from Brett even more, although it was tough with his extreme narcissistic ways. I started learning more and more about was really going on there at ESRC and it was amazing. I then knew why Brett always tried to keep me from his brother (even though he offered him to me in a way that night in February) ... sometimes I think that was one of those odd works of fate.

In late June of 2006, one day Brett just packed up everything and left town. Yes, that simple, left all his employees and his business behind, drained the bank accounts and left no money for even payroll. I was left with a few others to run his business and try to figure out what to do next. Bryan was devastated and scared to death, not only did he invest an ungodly amount of personal money into this project, but so did his investor friends, and now, it was over, Brett was gone, gone with all the answers, all the money (what was left), and all the documentation from the last few years.

Bryan had never been cut a paycheck in the 3 years he worked with Brett on these projects, and had stepped away from his investing career to help his brother. He was now stuck with $100's of thousands of dollars in credit card bills his brother had run up, no income, no savings (he put that into the companies) and no family. No family you wonder? Well his wife of 8yrs slept with his best friend, so they divorced, he also has two little girls. Bryan felt his life was over, betrayed by all who meant anything to him except his innocent children.

He had to sell his house that he could no longer pay for, he even sold it for a loss and sold the hot tub separately to make up for the loss. Having no one except his mother down state, there was no where to go. With the relationship we had built I felt that I could invite him into my home. It was a hard decision for him, to go from a successful investor to someone who was completely broke and having to move into a house with a broke single mother. Although the depression had already existed, it then hit a new low.

We have had a wonderful last 1.5yrs here, at least I have, learning what it's like to have a functional family, what a real man is and how to love again. Although Bryan knew there was impending doom for his 85West/ESRC investor problems, we tried not to think much about them because we needed to live our lives as normal as possible.

That was until December 7th, 2007. One morning we awoke very early, 5am or so and were just laying in bed talking, about 6am there was a loud pounding at the door. Bryan was under arrest for the sale of unregistered securities. You can find more information about that here. http://www.in.gov/newsroom.htm?detailContent=7315_13501.htm

As you can see Brett, who is a Vice President of Security Services at a very well known company, ScanAlert in Napa, CA was also arrested. Unfortunately he doesn't have as many charges as Bryan does, it's sad because all of this was Brett's doing. You may wonder why Bryan got stuck with the unregistered securities charges? Well, he's the one with the securities license, and these were his clients that he borrowed from. Which was, unknown to him at the time, a pre-meditated plan by his brother to rip off people for over 1Million dollars. Good scam huh.

Bryan has to go to court to file his plea in April, and find out his prison sentence. He has been threatening suicide the whole time. On February 25th his attorney told him to expect 3-5 years or so and he was relieved, thinking he was going to do 20 years or more, 3-5 years, although unbearable to think about was something he thought he could face. Although in a deep state of depression at this point he was willing to face it. I was so proud of him when he told me he felt better about it.

That was until the next day, when we got a subpoena on the door. The ex-wife was taking him to court for contempt of paying child support. He is only behind $1,000 ish. He has no money, has filed bankruptcy, finally found a job, which is 100% commission based and he hadn't made any money yet. He then lost it, he said he's not going to jail for her, he's not paying the money (that we don't have) and that he's going to kill himself. I wish I could say he isn't serious but he is.

He feels that it's one more blow that he can't take. He has always looked out for her and now she wants him in jail over $1,000. He just can't take it, he's not mentally able to take it and won't be able to for quite a while. It may seem petty, but to someone so extremely depressed, on more straw like this on the camels back is enough to crush all his bones, and that is what has happened. If she cancels the court date, he will live. If she doesn't he will die. I know he's not joking or making false threats. I know him well enough by now.

Christy, I beg of you, please please please cancel the court date. All you need to do is get it canceled and the father of your children might be around for them as the grow older. I know you want your money, as a mother who doesn't get any child support and is owed $18,000 I do know the feeling. I know you won't read this but this is one more of my prayers. It's all up to you to save him.

Well he's waiting for me in bed, I had better go. I just needed to type this, for some strange reason it helps me face this. I will pray that Christy changes her mind and pray for everything in general to help him, and us, get through this. Suicide is never the answer, to the one who wants to do it, they know no better at the time. They just want that terror at that time to go away, and thats the only way they know. I hope I don't have to devote my live to supporting others like myself. I want to thank the SOLOS yahoo! group for their support. And of course, my long time friend, Jason, for listening.

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8 days left

It's been 2 1/2 years since I've written here. Now I have a problem, and no one to talk to. I am desperate.

How does one prevent what seems to be an inevitable suicide? I have 8 days to figure it out. My wonderful man that I always felt truly blessed to have has guaranteed death by the 11th of March.

I'll be back later to elaborate. And yes, I've spoken with crisis hotlines, his attorney, family, everyone.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Hell must have frozen over...

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term.


Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you, and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

Saturday, August 20, 2005

self induced insanity

I wanted to share this song that really is awesome, it’s U2 and Frank Sinatra singing a song called Skin.  I meant to put it in the post earlier but I forgot.  Oh yea also was doing something naughty, drinking Canadian Club from a Crown Royal flask… eh… you’ll have that sometimes.

running out of strength

Tonight is just one of those nights for me, where I feel like I don’t know where to go next.  It wasn’t a bad week, I just worked my ass off.  Mentally I feel fine just tired…  Tonight is one of those nights where I came home and got totally inebriated.  I wanted to type earlier but I couldn’t concentrate.  Sometimes I wish I could just cry but I cant as I must go on, no time to cry.  Fear has taken over my mind in many ways lately, I realize it, I see it, I hate it but its there.  I’ve never been so scared in my life as I am right now…  As much as I don’t want to say it I’m just running out of that pseudo strength that I portray daily.  I’m totally lost and I can’t believe I’m typing this.  I better hit save before I kill it.

Friday, August 19, 2005

RIP Hayes Hamlet

It’s been years since I’ve seen you, we weren’t ever close friends but we had some good times, the few that we did share.  Whether you wanted it to end or it was a mistake it was apparently your time to go.  Until we meet again, may you rest in peace…
     

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Another night of the same…

…manic insomnia as I call it. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s not even insomnia. It’s more like my time of the day to do as I please and entertain my brain. As late as it gets I never want to stop, eventually my body will begin to shut down, if I haven’t already forced myself to surrender to the sandman for the simple fact I have to get up at 7am. I have a rule with myself not to stay up past 2, and I’m 8 minutes from that.

It was a strange week, more injuries to friends and others, good ol zotob worm and just shit in general. People have been assholes this week but I’ve put on a happy face and chosen to ignore them. I got this cool Blogspot add-on for Word and I can post from within Word! How cool!

I am going to start another blog which will be a log of things to do with my sons father and their relationship, since he’s not taking him every other weekend (as his ordered visitation) yet says he never gets to see him, owes over $13,000 in child support, causes much headache to me in general and I figure I could use this info in the future in court. Indiana now figures child support partially on the amount of time spent with the child (the less time you spend with child, the more support you pay) and my goal is make him pay the price of not giving a fuck about either of us over the last 6yrs. When I take him back to court I will have some kind of documentation stating how often he actually spent with his son… He thinks he has it bad now… I’m tired of the bullshit, the promises, the lack of respect… I’m sick of not being able to go to the grocery store you pathetic motherfucker as you work “under the table” so neither my son or the daughter of the amazon bitch can get any money. You often talk about going to Arizona… well you know what? Do all four of us a favor and fucking go.

Wow… what happened there? I think I just went psycho a little bit. It’s past my bedtime.

Yea um one more thing, I also want to make another blog, just for people who don’t know me in real life.

Okay I must sleep... I feel like I'm getting a cold, my throat is scratchy and hurting kinda.

Ugh.

Monday, August 15, 2005

It's been awhile...

It's been awhile since we've really talked (like we used to), I even started to think you didn't care anymore, even though when we talked briefly you acted like it was all good. Now youare back almost acting like the recent past hasn't happened... I had written you off so you couldn't hurt me, there was no way I was going to be hurt again, not even by you. As much as I didn't want to I had to get you out of my mind... although you were never totally gone, I got enough of you out to stay sane. I still don't know if I can do this, it will be quite a journey. You heald me and told me how you missed me, how you were so sorry... As much as I want to make you say for what, I don't want to think about it, I'm just glad you are here now. I have always considered myself a strong person, as you do yourself, however neither of is ever strong enough to resist each other... How am I supposed to resist this? It's so hard... especially since it seems to good to be true... Does the mindset of thinking something is possibly too good to be true inevitably result in the truth of the saying?

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. -Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

people are people and I still love em...

Yes, its just a sickness that I have. I love people and I guess thats what gets me into trouble. I'm hyper, talk too much, think even more and am trying to enjoy this insanity of life. Had a couple of firsts yesterday and as they seem weird and small to most people they were somewhat eventful for me. Many of you know that I quit watching TV earlier this year, well last night I actually sat down and watched a TV show for the first time since then. The show happened to be House, I liked that show when I watched TV so it wasn't painful and grueling to watch it like most of the shit on the TV. Then I posted on hektik.org which I've never done before. It was very weird typing on a site considering the amount of traffic it gets. At least here there aren't too many people who read this. Well I better finish getting ready for work. Have a good day people!

Sunday, August 07, 2005

this time it was someone I know...

...again. I just got a phone call from a cop friend of mine that a friend of mine from work has been badly injured in a motorcycle accident. Those crotch rockets are so dangerous... they are fun but so dangerous. Neither him or his girlfriend were wearing a helmet, both are critical and were air lifted to the hospital. I am so glad they are alive at least, although his teeth are knocked out and has a broken neck and his girlfriend has a skull fracture they are still with us. Just a week ago this same guy tore an abdominal muscle while training for an extreme fighting tournament in Brazil, which he didn't get to go to. He was wearing a chest compression thing at the time of his accident.

So many people have been hurt over the past month or so, it is very strange. I don't know whats going on and I hope it ends soon. I keep thinking that it's going to stop but it isnt. It started with a guy at work who accidentally backed over a guy with his truck (pedestrian was being stupid) and crushed his legs, a week later I broke my foot, two days later my brother got stitches on his face, AJ tears his abdominal muscle and now wrecks his bike. I hope its over... Get well soon AJ

Saturday, August 06, 2005

essence of baby puke

I'm sitting here in a baby puke/drool soaked shirt eating a bag of honey roasted cashews and Coke slurpee and I decided to type. I never cared for small children too much until I had my own who is now too big to baby. (I am not even allowed to stay at the barber shop when he's getting his hair cut.) Now that he's older I don't want a baby, but my maternal instincts really like them. It's always great to be around a small baby to hold and smell and cuddle, makes me feel almost.. hmm... complete in a way for the time bieng.

I got to see my 3 month old nephew today and yesterday and I'm so happy. Yesterday I let his mom mop and scrub my floors to earn some money so her and father and the baby came over. Before they came over, we were at their house, where they were arguing and fighting pretty bad about some stupid shit. On the way to our house my son started crying in the car about how his dad and I aren't together and how he dosen't know why we used to have to fight like we did, etc... Basically my son was having issues because we just witnessed their craziness.

We got home, they got there too shorltly after where they continued to argue (and I started to wonder how she was going to do my floors while they faught). I left and had some errands to run and came back to them fighting some more. I leave for almost 2hrs and they faught most of the time and she didn't get much done like she could have. (Keep in mind they would be evicted if they didn't pay their rent by this morning.)

When I was with my sons father, Eric, he was a total jerk to me and treated me like Keith was treating Melissa last night. Keith (Eric's brother) always told me how he'd never treat his girl like that, especially his kids mom. Well, after Keith called Melissa a fucking bitch one more time last night I finally went off on him. How could he talk to her like this, how could he treat her like this? She was scrubbing my kitchen and bathroom floors to help pay rent because he got laid off... How could he be such an asshole? I finally told them how they way they were acting earlier caused my son to cry about his dad and start getting all emotional and how they are just going to end up with the same thing. These two have been dating for like 8 years, why can't they just get along? Why could people get married back in the day and stay married forever? It's called communication. COMMUNICATION PEOPLE ... WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So anyways, I am still sitting here in my now dry puked on shirt and I think I'm going to change...

Friday, August 05, 2005

they must know I don't watch tv

...everyone dosen't watch TV but we all buy things with UPC's. Okay wow, I was wrong about them sending me some kind of kit for TV wactching, or my lack of, instead they have sent me a device to track my shopping habits. After reviewing their propaganda, I have found that they want me to take this thing to the store, scan every item I buy, enter the price, let them know if I have a coupon and other stupid questions, then go back and transmit this to them via whatever. Nice try guys but I don't think so, instead I have chosen to take this thing apart and check it out...


3.7V 600mAh Lithium Ion


Ribbon cable goes to laser


Blurry shot of laser while lifed up


Another shot... LCD faces down


Scanning my leg


Prepare all you want...

Hopeflly they don't want this thing back, although there are instructions on how to send it back if you want to, nothing says I have to nor does it say I will be billed for keeping it. I've already managed to break the ground wire for the speaker off the pc board - it was annoying anyway...

Thursday, August 04, 2005

wow what a strange day

Today was very interesting, a lot of werid things happened today. People at work being weird, friends being weird, many encounters with the injured and odd interaction with others just to name a few things. I won't go too much into detail because theres no reason but it was just crazy. I laughed a lot too today, mostly at the insanity of the day.

I was pretty excited when I got home because there was a package on my porch. I got in the house turned on the light so I could finally see what my prize was... wtf... it's something from AC Nielsen, some big box of shit apparantly. I am assuming that it's some TV thing or something but how the hell did I get picked for this? I quit watching tv in March, if thats what's in the box, I'll be glad to tell them that. Now I'm curious as to whats in it... Holy shit it's some weird little computer scanning thing... it says AC Nielsen Home Scan. WHAT IS THIS!?!?!?! Now I have to take a pic of this... I cannot believe this, how did I end up with this thing and what is it?!!??!!? Well heres a pic of it, now I'm going to find out what this is... Wow... what an end to my day.... not a bad day but an odd one...




TRICLOSAN - What is it and why should I care?

Registered by the EPA as a pesticide, Triclosan is commonly found in many household items such as soaps, cosmetics, lotions, mouthwashes, toothpaste, etc... The overuse of Triclosan has not only made many bacteria resistant by gene mutation but it also kills off the good bacteria that our bodies and environment need to survive. Many of the bacteria that gets immediately destroyed by the Triclosan would normally be killing off bad bacteria, but is now dead, whereas the now resistant bad bacteria not only lives after the Triclosan contact but also becomes stronger and even more resistant.

Triclosan is a chlorophenol, which is a class of chemicals believed to be carcenegic - especially when combined with other things many of us come in contact with daily, such as chlorine in our cities water supply. Did you know that combining Triclosan with chlorine
will produce a nice chloroform gas in your body. Triclosan actually would burn your skin if the "phenol" wasn't there to numb your nerve endings. The sad thing is that many people are mistaken by Triclosan and even though they think they are doing the best for themselves or their families, they are really hurting them and the rest of our us terribly.

Next time choose the product that dosen't boast it's anti-bacterial features and while you're at it, if perscribed antibiotics, take all of them and do not quit taking them until they are gone. If for some reason you don't finish them do not give them to other people and don't throw them into our water supply! Thank you!

Please check out this really informative site that my friend made:
http://www.stoptriclosan.com

I am glad I am now aware of the issues with Triclosan and I hope you are as well.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

we're not all that stupid

It just really bothers me when people treat me like I'm stupid, especially when they know better.

:D

Sunday, July 31, 2005

/disconnect


Fire, water and fresh air are some things that really excite me. As I sat late at night watching my masterpiece in awe, thinking of all kinds of things and occasionally looking up into the dark country night sky and gazing into the galaxy, I started thinking about why I was here. I was here to disconnect from the bullshit and the not so bullshit that consumes my brain on a daily basis. It was nice to /quit the real world for a while and only think about my fire and my tan, even though the right leg will not be so lucky. Even though I am so tired now I can barely type, I would do it again in a heartbeat. Hats off to Cheri for her master chef skillz...

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

lack of control when I thought I had the most

Often times I refer to being able to turn off things. That all started when I turned off being tickleish. My uncle would tickle torture us until we couldn't breathe and it sucked so I learned how to turn it off. Anyways, yesterday, a guy at work brought his dog in for a few hours, as I sat there in the same room as this 12+yr old chocolate lab she found much interest in my cast and my toes. She kept insisting on licking my toes which tickled the hell out of my toes. It was rediculous and I almost enjoyed it in some weird way, as I kept letting her lick them however I was totally unable to turn off the tickleishness. It was totally crazy and not only am I not used to being tickled, I'm definately not used to that lack of control over my own mind!

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

mind ownage

I tried so hard and even fooled myself for a while. I wasn't am not yet able to turn it off, how I feel about you. You dissed me in a weird way, although I totally undersand it hurt terribly, and for a moment you were "that guy." I wish you knew how much I can relate. I accepted it and decided to go on. As much as I claim to be able to turn it off and not let things bother me, really, I am weak. The way you made me feel was like no one ever has before... every minute of that day was almost like a life I didn't know. I guess thats why it made it so hard, maybe it would have been better if it was some bitter ending, maybe thats the way things should be. As much as I keep trying to block this out every day, it keeps haunting me like the old man in this house who I've grown to accept. This is a new type of acceptance for me, this is not something I am used to. The way I felt that day (especially when you helped me up out of the chair on the sidewalk and heald me in your arms) was not a way I am used to feeling. This is all just crazy, I didn't think I still had issues with this but I do and I just thought it would feel good to type about it... Maybe now I can finally get over this madness. I sometimes wonder if you read this site, if you do just know that I'm not psycho obsessed, I just have issues too... May I ask one thing of you if you do read this? When you get that :) occasionally, please do what it wants you to... smile...

and with the world comes misery... confidant sums it up nicely...

I better post this before I kill it. ugh!!

Sunday, July 24, 2005

I can't stand you, but I didn't realize it

With the Jim Deka Trio playing in the background I sat near the farmers pond's waters edge talking to some people I don't know very well, and a couple I didin't know at all. I spent a couple hours talking to this girl who finally asked me if I went to school with her. Turns out we went to elementary, middle and part of high school together. When she told me her name I literally said something like "haahah holy shit!" because I really couldn't stand this bitch in school. She was one of those who I hated with a passion, one of those who I fatnasized beating to a bloody pulp. This bitch not only gained about 50lbs (to a normal weight/size) from what I knew her as which was a tiny skeletal figured I could easily break in half. In school this bitch was a lower end cheerleader who thought she was cool as hell and eveyone loved her because she was popular. /me gags.. Anyway, she spent a while telling me about how in high school she learned that her popular friends weren't good friends at all and started waking up. She then tells me about how she ran into some other popular bitch that I hated too, about a year ago, who talked down to her and degraded her to her face about how she works for a daycare. She said she couldn't believe how fake these people could be. I just thought the whole thing was insane, I mean I seriously hated this bitch in school to the highest degree, and here I am talking to her about life and enjoying the conversation. It was very crazy and hard not to constantly think about how much I had previously hated her, it was werid. I felt almost as if I should still hate her but it was if I was almost tricked, like I couldn't hate her now, I had already spent hours talking to her before I realized I hated her...

Friday, July 22, 2005

another one of those things to make one stronger...


So I've been dealing with this broken foot now for a week, a week as of yesterday 6:00pm. Last night at the same exact time, exactly seven days later I destroyed the ankle of my good foot. I have been crawling since last night, trying to heal this sprain as fast as possible. Currently the "good" foot feels better then the broken one. As I layed on the floor at work last night, I almost started crying, I just wanted to give up, then I rememberd how that is not an option. This just another one of "those things" in life that will make me stronger. Even though my scabbed knees (from original fall) are now torn open and my back hurts now, I must go on. I will not let anything get in the way of my goals, yes, men and now this have slowed me down the last few weeks, but it will not stop me!!

FEAR MY UBER HEALING SKILLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL PERSEVERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Tuesday, July 19, 2005

a thanks to the men who have given me hope

As I stood in the shower just a few minutes ago, I started to think about the previous post. Although I don't regret anything I typed there, I felt as if I should give a thanks to some of the men who have given me hope, instead of focusing on those who have attempted to crush it.

Joey, technically you were the first crush I had, I will never forget those days back when we were a mere 3-8yrs old. The seemingly endless summers we played in the corn fields, caught tadpoles in the retention pond, played in the sandbox and tortured our younger brothers. Coming home when we heard the dinner bell, outside from dawn to dusk, we knew nothing but play. I have a picture of you when you were three, that I keep, framed, and I will never let it go, for it reminds me of those times of no worries. Do you remember how we used to keep the TV on in your livingroom and constantly check to see if the Smurfs were on thru the outside window?
You taught me everything from your anatomy playing doctor to how to play with GI Joe's and He-Man to the sweetness of childhood crushes.

To that boy that I met in Cancun, I forgot your name many years ago, but even at age 12 or however old we were, we seemed to fall in love that night on the beach. Your parents were with the PIA (Printing Industries of America) at a convention as were mine. It seemed as if we talked all night as our parents got shitfaced at the bar together, every year after that I looked for you in Hawaii or wherever the PIA confrences were, and I never saw you again. Short lived experience, but one I'll never forget.
You taught me that magical feeling you get when you are near someone you care about deeply.

To Kevin, you are my mom's friend's son, I will never forget the few times I did spend with you, and especially the night where both of us decided to lay in the snow (actually on the snow since it had that ice coating) and look at the stars. We just talked about life and stared at the stars for so long that night, although I never had feelings for you as a boyfriend (you didn't live close anyways) I felt a connection with you, you were a true man, a boy then, who would become a real man. I remember the time we rode in your moms station wagon somewhere and were so embarassed we ducked when other cars drove by. You taught me that there can be people in your life that are not meant to be there forever, but are there enough times randomly to remind one of the sweetness of life.

To Josh, you were my first long term boyfriend, I just want you to know, whenever I complain about my previous asshole boyfriends, I don't really mean you. I think you think that sometimes, but it's just that I find it easier to categorize you all together. I am so glad we are still friends, even if it took several years.
You taught me how to love and hurt at the same time, how to deal with it like an adult and how to go on.

r2a1g9e (JD&Mondo), I will always remeber the fun we had as teenagers terrorizing our local mabell and other insane shit, the times were great. I am glad that after so many years of seperation we are now together again, even though it's online and not here in real life. I tremendously value you guys as friends and am blessed to have you in my life. You both have taught me so many things. You guys are there for me when I'm down and when I'm an arrogant bitch.
JD, you have taught me not to ask, but to google and bailed me out of hard times, and Mondo you have always been there for me and taught me some invalueable life lessons amongst many other things.

James, you let me type to you for hours on end, you never judge me for who I am or what I believe, I feel like I can tell you anything and I've known you forever, even though over the last 10yrs, 99% of our relationship has been online. I was never afraid to have you come stop at my house for the weekend although I'd never met you, fuck all of them for thinking you could be a serial killer! This isn't YAHOO! personals! Thank you for letting me type my insanity to you, you have taught me that there are sweet and caring men out there, even if they're not for me.

For Kenny, you know the hurt in life all too well it seems and have always been there for me when I needed someone to talk to. You always seem to make me happy when I've got something to complain about. You've given me strength when I had little or none at all. I first fell in love with your site and almost cried earlier when you said you were taking it down this year. Thank you for sending me to the bathroom to take care of that. The things you type on the site gives me this warm fuzzy feeling inside, it's almost comfort in insanity. Thank you for encouraging me to type my hurt, even if it's in .txt to myself, it has saved me many times. Between the site and our PMs I have to say that you have taught me that life can suck badly, but it's never THAT bad, someone always has it worse or has been there before, done that and succeeded, that I should quit fucking complaining and handle my business.

Kavan, as you started as my brothers childhood friend, I never really knew you that well. I am glad we started hanging out a few years ago and I could help you with your girlfriend issues. Sometimes I wish I could take my own advice better. Thanks for being there for myself and my son so many times, keeping your cool with me, teaching me and guiding me. It has helped me a lot bieng able to observe you and your mom, as I feel some sort of security knowing that you, your mom and brother have been through a lot of what I'm going through right now. Thank you for being there for me, for answering the phone when when you won't for others and in general bieng there for me if I need a hand. You have taught me to calm down, relax, step back and chill out and take my own advice and as a single parent life dosen't have to be so bad.

To Bryan, I never expected for this to begin, nor did I ever expect it to end so fast. The times we spent together I will never forget, nor will the things I have learned from you. Even though that was a really crazy situation, especially then all ending on the phone last night, I am so glad I met you. Never have I been saddened how I was the other night because it was a dis how I've never been dissed before. I totally understand and hope I didn't fuck you up too bad, never has anyone made me feel like you did that day. I will never forget it.
Don't worry, you aren't "that guy" yet, but if you let your hurt drive your life, you will be. You also taught me that all men aren't assholes and that one dosen't have to hurt all the time. I only wish you could understand that dosen't have to be that way... In time my friend... in time... Thank you.
...

Now is the point where I begin to feel guilty, as I sit here and type I realize how many more good men I've had in my life then bad. There are many of you that I didn't type about tonight, I simply am tired and must sleep. So many of you have gotten me through thick and thin and I just can't name you all. This was simply a way for me to remind myself that I am wrong when I say all men are evil. I couldn't be more wrong. It's all in how I choose them... Somehow it's just hard to change that. So for now guys, cheers to you for having some kind of positive influence in my life. I wish I could name you all... I better hit save before I re-read this...



Strangers are just friends waiting to happen.
- unknown

the ability to turn it off

I thank my parents for messing with my mind as they raised me, and my past friends and boyfriends who have mindfucked me to the point of no return. Thank you for making me learn how to turn it off. Whether it's turning off my tickleishness because my uncle tickle torturing me to the point where I couldn't breathe, or my friend accusing of liking her boyfriend (who I've known longer then her), or from the all the men who have ripped my heart out, threw it on the ground and spit on it. All this has made the last few years so much easier for me. Now all I have to do is just turn it off. Just like anything else, a lightswitch or my pc, I can just turn it off.

Sometimes I get scared and wonder if becoming cold like this will hurt me in the end. It's become so easy to just turn the feelings off it almost feels wrong. Is one supposed to live their life feeling like this? As much as it hurts deep down, it really is much easier, on the outside.

I have no regrets in life, and in order to have that I had to learn how to make my experiences whether good or bad life lessons. Many times we don't learn our lessons even after much repititon even though we might even realize it. Kinda reminds me of a saying... If you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you always got.

"To gain that which is worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else."
-Burnadette Devlin, The Price of My Soul, 1969

Saturday, March 12, 2005

there's a first time for everything

Today was the first time I have ever colored my hair in any way. I got a hair cut and some great highlights from a really great ex-coworker. I was tired of my dark blonde (once very light) hair and couldn't take it anymore. I always had this thing against putting chemicals in my hair (except those for which are used for cleaning) but today I broke one of those little rules I used to live by. I am reallyglad I had it done because it looks so much better and I wish I would have done it sooner! Thanks Ecko!

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Back in the day...

I was going to type something here but it was corny and I changed my mind.
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No words needed for this pic.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

cha cha cha changes

well bc has been bugging me to post something in her blog, so i have now been up the past few days writing rough drafts, revisioning, making sure the article is in proper APA format and cleaned of spelling mistakes. it's tough work to write a blog, or even, uh, help write a blog. real hard work. and i dont get paid by you freeloading blog browsers. a little compensation would be nice. i'll post my amazon wish list sometime so you can alleviate your guilt for all you moochers. anyhow, i decided to take all those revisions and drafts and burn them so i can keep warm at night since the heat is off (thats what i get for writing a FREE blog) and instead decided to give you some shit about trillian.

what is trillian, you ask? its a program that links together multiple instant message programs all into one nice little package so that you dont have to run thousands of message centers on your pc eating up resources on that slow pentium ii 200mhz with 64mb of ram that you have sitting on your desk at work while you unproductively chat away at your bosses expense. i think you can get it here at http://www.ceruleanstudios.com/downloads/ for you lazy bums that still want a free ride.

i installed the basic version. why? because i dont want to get used to the pro version and then have it disable on my later. i'll have grown accustomed to the "speacial features" (like video chat or whatever) and then i'll want them more and more, yearning for those pre-trial days of yor. so instead, i'll just use the stupid lame version and live with it, never knowing if the food could have tasted better, the grass was greener, etc etc etc...

well, it actually works pretty well. im surpised. except it does some stupid things once in a while.. like, it says im in "brb" state when im not. or maybe it only shows that to me. i dont know. it doesnt save some preferences. its kinda buggy. but i guess thats what i get for being a freeloader, right? jeah. so dont ever compain about misspelled words in my blogs.

functionality wise, however, the thing does very well. it delivers on what it promises to do and is pretty easy to use and figure out, incorperating all the nifty features from both the chat clients nicely. i really need that, too, because i have dissed some chicks hardcore on yahoo that i still need to stay invisible from, and let me tell ya, im not letting them see me online. if trillian didnt support this, there would be no chance in me using it. it also underlines nifty words which took me a bit to figure out. i was like "i didnt spell 'belief' wrong you stupid chat client" when it popped up a wikipedia entry for "belief". now THAT is handy. no longer will i be chatting with a psuedo-intellectual hipster who brings up some obscure reference to Rheostatics and not know who the fuck they're talking about.

what im really curious about, however, is why people use msn. thats why i got trillian to begin with, so i could use yahoo (the superior feature and bot laden chat client) AND use msn (the buggy and moronic interface chat client that doesnt even send offline messages) since i have some idiot friends that use only msn. i refuse to even associate with an aim user.

and fuck you if you know who Rheostatics are without having to look it up.

~jd~

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

fake people

Yeah. You know who you are. I know you can't help it, you've gotten to the point where you don't know any better and it's beyond something you can control but you need to realize that you aren't so special. I'm tired of these fake ass people that I have to deal with constantly. From backstabbing co-workers to other parents at my sons school... they're everywhere. There's no where to run. The only thing I can do is accept them for what they are and that I can't change them.

I wonder why this jerk is sitting across the street with his beats in the car turned all the way up. You'd think he'd think about the fact that it't 10:30PM and people in the neighborhood might be sleeping. Why would he car anyways? How do I know it's a he?

I'm glad someone else called code enforcement about my neighbors non-moving cars/trucks. I was tired of bieng the mean one. I hope he gets the junk shit towed for good this time. We got 13" of snow that isn't properly being plowed because this fool cant get his junk shit off the street. I tell ya...

People annoy me.

Monday, January 17, 2005

GE imagination at work - i love you

I just want to let everyone know how much I love GE. I have recently fallen in love with their line of Reveal light bulbs. I often watched the commerical with the guy in jail being interrogated where the cop talks about the felons "seafoam" colored shirt and wondered how their bulbs could possibly make such a difference. I bought a pack a few months ago, and finally installed two bulbs in my bedroom light. I could not believe the difference, the true color and textures of everything really does come out, it's just amazing. I will never ever buy another kind of light bulb ever again and I really hope GE starts to make the Reveal bulbs in some of the more uncommon sizes as well.

While I'm at it I'd like to let everyone know Imagination Cubed - it's GE's really really cool drawing board plus much much more! It's in flash and its just an amazing example of technology.

GE, can I come invent for you?

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Eat shit and die Saddam!

Saddam can eat shit and die. He had millions of people murdered, raped, poisoned etc. for no reason. Saddam, Kofi and the UN in general stole the Iraq people's oil for food money and lived rediculously lavished lifestyles. To me I don't see too big of a difference between him and Hitler, who murdered over 6 million Jews.

The majority of the Iraqi people are now happy that they are no longer persecuted by that asshole. It's sad that the majoity of our media wants you to think otherwise.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

trans-dimensional experience

names changed to protect the insane...

here's a good description of what it was like
imagine that scene in the matrix when neo gets sucked through
but there were also tons of shit like trying to pour through THIS way and i was just kicking ass stopping them
when i woke up?
i was fucking pissed off that i didnt astral project
i mean *REALLY* pissed off
it was like whatever the things were were trying to prevent me from doing it and at the same time break through
so i was like "fuck you bitches" and went ballistic on them
hahahaha
man at first i wasnt sure what was up to be honest and i WAS a little freaked out
for maybe like 1 minute
then when i realized i had a far greater mental capacity i just started fucking their shit up
i would describe it as like my mental capacity fighting against the mental energy of, say, a squirrel or a chipmunk
well, hundreds of chipmunks
i tried to meditate and trance out right after but with absolutely no success whatsoever
i wasnt the least bit tired, either, so i couldnt fall back asleep
come to think of it, maybe i couldnt breath.. well, not couldnt breathe, but just plain "didnt need to"
breathing was not a concern, it was like kinda like "i dont need to breath in this state"
i could tell my physical body was okay, i wasnt concerned with it, i knew it was in my apartment in my bed, i was just concerned with my mental energy and, really, i didnt need to be at all because i was *FAR* more powerful then whatever else was anywhere near me
it was truely like if there was a small ant colony in my kitchen and they decided to attack me, so i just start smushing them with my fingers

Sunday, January 09, 2005

To you:

If you are reading this, I just thought I'd let you know, that the previous post was for you too if you didn't figure it out. Thought we were friends but many times you burned me. I told you my issues with other people and ironically described in detail to you on of my biggest personal ordeals at the time, and now you act the same way. Don't msg me, don't email, and damnit you better not come to my house. It's a shame we can't be friends, but you have proven over and over and over and over again that you do not trust me, although I've done nothing wrong. Take your insecurities and your lack of trust somewhere else, have a good life, and quit blowing up trillian with your meaningless propaganda. Had you wanted to truely be my friend you would have thought about your rediculous actions that you repeated over and over again. I don't fuck around when it comes to people and you should know that. Now leave me alone.

Thanks.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

no shame...

First time shame on you.
Second time shame on me.
Third time no shame.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

A night of Chicago adventure...


I spent New Years Eve in Chicago this year, thank you Carlos, and it was great. After much walking, train riding and tons of food we made it to Navy Pier, it was wonderful! Suprisingly it wasn't even that cold right on Lake Michigan, the place was thick with people who were drunken and happy. I smoked my first Cuban cigar (only the 3rd cigar I'd ever smoked) and whew... that thing was awesome and so hardcore. I got the craziest buzz of it and it smoked for a long time. So long that I think I accidentally inhaled it a couple times while I walked and puffed it while walking a couple miles from Navy Pier to the CTA train. Then as I sat on the train I started feeling sick for some reason, as I watched all the people packed on the train, and half were drunk as hell and wanting to puke themselves, I thought more and more about puking. The guy in front of me that was so very close to puking on this packed train got off, and about 30 seconds later it was all over. I looked down at the floor and barfed all over the floor. I felt so bad, I meant this train was PACKED and I stank it up like puke so bad, the unfortunate lady behind me managed to get my puke on her leg somehow - wherever you are ma'am, I'm sorry. :) Carlos, thank you so much for the great time and I'm so glad I didn't spend this New Years Eve at home again this year. Pics are here ---> http://gallery.bc219.com/ChicagoNYE2004

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

0wn3d by shitty daytime TV shows...

So I am off of work this week on vacation, no real VACATION, just not working. Every morning I keep watching these stupid talk shows and I can't help it. They're addicting and it's not fair. All I want to do is get motivated to clean, but first Maury, now Jerry, and who's next?! I love seeing these people with more disfunctional lives than mine! I decided to sit down and type about these damn shows in hopes that while I reflect on whats going on I will come to the conclusion that I need to get off my ass and do something today. How does one become so addicted to these shows so fast? It only takes a couple minutes to get hooked and it's over. I wish I was one of those who can just choose not to watch them because "they are trash" maybe I'd be a little more productive. Maybe maybe maybe I wish I wish I wish Coulda Woulda Shoulda...

The story of my life...

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Touch my back to kill a sneeze.

Today I was standing in the kitchen with my son as he started to tell me something I felt a sneeze coming on so I said "wait I'm gonna sneeze" and all of a sudden I felt something lightly poking the center of my back and my sneeze went away. I turned around and my son still had his index finger extended, I asked him "what are you doing?" and he replied with "mom I didn't want you to sneeze, so I made it go away." I love the childhood innocence too bad his is slowly fading away...


Monday, December 27, 2004

Moral Dilemma: Trash Can Ice

So today I took the trash out and realized that there was a huge block of ice in the bottom of the trash can. I managed to flip the can over and dump it out, but that happened to be in the middle of the alley. I don't know what I was thinking. So all of a sudden I have this huge (approx. 24"x12"x8") block of ice in the alley right behind my house. Now I don't drive back there, but others do. I tried to move it off to the side but it was so heavy and there was no way I could get it completely out of the way.


After consulting a few people I decided to go with what I considered in the beginning, salt and hot water. First I dumped an entire thing of salt on the block which sounded really cool as it crackled but that didn't do very much... I shoulda known... well I did but I tried anyway...

While this was going on I boiled some water... Now I knew that one pot of water wasn't enough to kill this thing but I knew it'd at least dent this beast. It did... but not by much.

So after all that I have decided that I'm done messing with it. I told the only friendly neighbors that I have about this, and to the rest of them... well... I'm sorry to the poor bastard who runs it over.

Will I go to hell for this? I hate moral dilemmas. At least I tried.

Sunday, December 26, 2004

...and so it begins.

For some reason today I just decided to jump on the blogging band wagon and start my own. I'm not sure why. Sometimes I think I drive my friends crazy by bitching about my problems to them on irc so maybe I cant vent here.

As I sit here my son is running around the house on a sugar buzz from Coca-Cola and all the various candy he's eaten this morning - I don't really care though, it's Christmas... why not. I can hear vehicles being launched from one of his toys that keeps hitting what sounds like the glass doors of the entertainment center... oh well. Sometimes, well all the time I think I am too hard on him, but then people tell me how good he is and how they love having him around, so does that justify me riding his ass all the time?

I love lake effect. I was excited to wake up this morning and see it snowing. I guess it all falls into my obsession with extreme weather.