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Category: Anger
Being in a Wheel-Chariot…
SUCKS!!
Just thought I’d share! 😛
Support Patrick!!
This Friday, May 6th, is the trial for Kisha Curtis. She ‘allegedly’ starved Patrick, put him in a plastic bag, and dropped him from a 19th floor garbage chute. This was to be his ‘burial’, but on this day he was saved.
We need to show our support and let our voices be heard and STOP animal cruelty.
Animal abuse is a stepping-stone away from child abuse, and abuse on any person these monsters deem weaker. It is not about the animal or the person;it is about control and power over another living being. It is time to stand together and say, “ENOUGH!”
Please help The Patrick Movement by letting your voice be heard too.
URGENT! FAXES NEEDED
There is a link to a free fax service as well. So, please, take a minute out of your day and help us change the laws and make the abusers pay the price.
A special shout out to GSVS for the love and care you showed him and continue to show him!
Big mistake, HUGE!!
I have no problem if you want to talk crap about me… but mess with my friend, then we have a problem.
Being the person who I am, I will NOT mention your name, as you know exactly who you are. My blog allows comments too… yours does not, wonder why? Maybe you cannot handle the truth. Sad really. I commented on your blog, did not call you any names… ok may ignorant in a round about way, but when you call my bff a cripple, the gloves come off. Too bad your information is all wrong and you brought someone into this that had nothing to do with it. Big Mistake, big, huge!! Now I see you have removed comments… you make me lmao!!
If you read this, which I’m sure you will, please contact me and come out from behind your computer. I would love to ‘chat’ with you. I feel sorry for you that YOU seem to be making this an issue while blaming everyone else for your short-comings…
Sorry to my faithful readers for bringing this here, but since she has a habit of deleting and blocking people, had to be done!
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BTW, contact me at mztracyr@gmail.com … now you cannot say you had no contact info!
The Padded Room – Patrick
Starved to the point where he had no readable temperature, then thrown down a garbage chute like yesterday’s trash, this was the life of Patrick.
He is an approximately one year old Pit/Mix who was brutally mistreated by his owner.
This show is to spread the word about animal abuse and how, we as humans, can help!
**Graphic content warning due to the severity of his torture.
Please join us, Thursday March 31st at 11am PST, in The Padded Room!
Go to, A Dog Named Patrick , for more of his story and with links on how you can help.
A Dog Named Patrick…
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.” -Mahatma Gandhi
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Starved to the point where he had no temperature then thrown down a garbage chute like yesterday’s trash, this was the life of Patrick. He is an approximately one year old Pit/Mix who was brutally mistreated by his owner.
Animal Cruelty Charges Filed in Case of Brutalized New Jersey Pit Bull
But this amazing puppy has more spirit than many humans I know and he held on. He made it through the night to March 17, St. Patrick’s Day, and was given the name Patrick.
If these eyes could talk, most would probably not be able to listen about the torture he went through.
I will fight to help other animals that are abused.
Please help end this cruelty. Remember, it starts with animals and moves on to the children. Someone who could do this to a living creature, could do this to anyone.
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“Never believe that animals suffer less than humans. Pain is the same for them that it is for us. Even worse, because they cannot cry for help…” ~ anonymous
Please take a stand!! Sign the petition and help save other animals and make people pay for their crimes. It only takes a minute.
Pictures borrowed from Prayers for Patrick edited by me. Click to join this wonderful FB site for Patrick!
Giving up…
Those two words are not an option for me. I have three wonderful children that need me and a husband that loves me. So how does one deal with the emotions when their whole soul says, I want the pain to stop?
I wish I knew. Last night it felt like my bones were trying to some through my skin. I know no other way to explain it. My skin was crawling and my emotions were flying all over the place. What was I doing when this happened? Trying to go to bed. Yup, that’s it, just trying to sleep. WTF!!! Roger was trying his best to comfort me, dd#3 was scared and dd#2 was lying in bed holding on to me and crying.
I got so pissed. This MonSter isn’t only screwing up my life, it is killing my kids. I screamed at God, I screamed at the MS. If either were human in front of me, they’d be dead now!! If you wanna mess with me, go for it, but DO NOT mess with my kids. My faith is gone and nothing anyone says is going to change that for me. I believe in a ‘higher power’ but that’s it. And do not try and preach it to me… please. I’m no longer in the ‘politically correct’ mode. Okay, I never really have been, but now you’ll just piss me off.
I have no issue with the ‘believers’ out there. Keep it to yourself and we’ll get along fine. Push it on me and we will not.
I’m angry, I’m depressed, I’m fat, I’m lonely, I’m in pain [emotional and physical]. It’s not going to go away like the flu or a cold. I deal with it as best I can. I do not want to hear about that person with MS who ran the marathon, or any other success story. Not to be rude about it either, but they most likely have rrms and are in remission and have the funds to be able to do these things. I’m not and I don’t. I’m happy for them, but do not want to be compared to them. We are ALL different in our disease.
I am and have always been a fighter… MS HAS won the battle, but the war is still on!
Money, Money, Money…
They say money can’t buy you love, happiness, etc. I beg to differ, but not in the way most would think.
In my situation money would buy ‘comfort’. Money will not cure me, but it would make my life and my families much easier. You see the stars with MS and other chronic illness’. Montel has his own cook, nutritionist, physical therapist, child-care. Trust me, if I had that it would make life much easier and less stressful. So in this case, money would buy ‘comfort’! Most of he people on these shows with chronic illness depict the success stories. The ones who run the marathons etc. Their MS is the less severe form, and being in remission is a great thing and I am happy for them. But, where are the stories of the those with the severe forms, who have families and live on modest incomes with no extras like a cook, a nutritionist. You get the idea.
There are treatments out there that insurance will not cover, so in those cases money would buy me better health care.
Not sure where this is coming from tonight… maybe because I tried to take a shower in my partly done shower and realized it is not going to make that much of a difference. Roger got the seat and a couple of bars installed, which help. But I have to be careful as it is not all grouted and we have to be sure the water does not get all over the place. The shower itself was fabulous the aftermath, not so much. I am coming to the realization that even bars and a higher chair do not help me get up. My legs are near useless and I sat there and cried, why??? This was not supposed to be my life. Why not strike those who commit heinous crimes and those who do to want to be a giving part of society. WHY? And yes it is my right to ask why. There is no reason for this. I did nothing to deserve this, as many of my friends did nothing to deserve their illness’. So why?
I’m not naive and I know there is no answer for this question.
I sit here, again, wondering if I will be able to get in to my bed tonight. Will I be able to get up easier in the morning? I know these answers will not be ones I want to hear. I hate feeling this way. I am no quitter nor am I a whiner. But as of late I read people complaining about their colds and allergies and runny noses and want to scream at them, “Your piss ant issue will go away, mine wont!! So shut the fuck up and get over it!!” And that is not me either. I hate being this bitter, this angry. I think from all the times I hold it in, it is finally too much to take.
I’m lost and am slipping away from me more and more and I’m scared…
As Always…
Fuuuuuuuuck
I know, great title for my blog. Haven’t blogged in a bit and here it is, in your face…fuuuuuuuuuck!!
You may ask yourself, ‘Why?’ I’ll tell you why. It’s now after 11pm and I wanted to go to sleep. You know, lie down, get comfy, sleep. NOT! After 4 minutes of trying to lie down I gave up. I cannot seem to get my legs up on the bed. I get one up the other slides off. I pull on my jammie pants leg and my hand cannot hold on or lift my leg. Now I could scream for someone to help me, but they are all asleep and have to get up early for work and school. Hubby is on the pullout sofa as he snores so bad he wakes me up all night. So, I’m sitting here with tears rolling gently down my face as sleep is not coming yet. Even if I get my legs into the bed it take me forever to get into a position comfortable for sleep. Once I lie down I have to pull each leg up in a bent position or my lower back hurts. As it is, if I do not sit in the right spot before I try all of this, I may end up too high or too low on the bed. I am not able to ‘scooch’ into a comfy position. I get one shot. I guess I’m lucky, as once I do finally get comfortable I’m ready for sleep, as doing this easy task takes all of my spoons. Just getting into bed is a fucking chore and it pisses me off. It’s not fucking fair!!!!!! And don’t tell me it could be worse!! It’s going to get worse so shut your mouth. And don’t tell me it could be worse, it could be cancer… this IS my Cancer!!! It has and will continue to take my life from me. Just in a slower mode.
February 8th, marks the 2007 death of my MS partner in crime, Tina Richardson. Her progressive MS killed her. She got caught between a heavy power chair and bathtub and slowly suffocated to death, alone and I’m sure frightened. She could not move and could not scream. So, do not tell me no one dies from MS. They do every fucking day. If she had not had MS she would not have been in that position. I know others that have passed away due to pneumonia from being immobile and the MS basically killed their lungs. Tina was only 40 years old and my friend and I miss her every day. So fuck you and your,’it could be worse!’
As of this moment, it’s only going to get worse for me and I’m petrified. I am in a wheelchair 24/7. I am tired, fatigued 24/7. I run on fumes every day and try to be funny and crack jokes. I hide behind a smile and most days I wish it would all just end. I have pain 24/7, incontinent at 46 years young. Migraines, weight gain, unable to do the simplest tasks. The next time you feel the need to bitch about running errands, doing the dishes… be glad you can run errands and have the strength to do the dishes. I would trade you in a hot second to be able to do all those annoying tiresome chores. The next time you take a shower, thank your God you can. Even taking a shower is a chore for me and after I usually need to sleep as there goes some more spoons.
I try to keep the pain to myself, me feelings, my MS. This is my blog, and you can read or not. Tonight, all the lil things going on in my life, and then the tip of the iceberg, not being able to just get into bed, hit me all at once and hard. Seven months, still no bathroom finished, haven’t even seen them in over 2 months. Promises to here then no show, no call. Losing more leg movement and the list goes on… depression has hit and it has hit me hard. Will I make it through this one… Hell yes! I always do. I’ll find my inner strength and pull my boot straps back up and move on. But, now and then I need to let go, and let the idiots know to watch what they say. God help them if they ever had to deal with a real illness… my comment to them will be, “Hey asshole, it could be worse, you could have MS!!!”
Etsy: Policy Changes
UPDATE: Etsy is a joke. The site is still there and some cards as well, just a word change here and there. I guess poking fun at religion and showing ‘a dead guy’ on a cross, as the shop owner puts it is also okay in Etsy’s book. Wake up people…
Policy Change: Prohibiting Items and Listings That Disparage or Promote Hate
For me and many others this is a day late and a dollar short. They are making it look like it was a lil mishap and they took care of it straight away. NOT!!! This shop had complaints going for weeks. Nothing was done except a few blanket responses.
It took over 16,000 signatures and a spot on Jane Velez Mitchell’s show for them to even give a shit. One of Etsy’s own designers purchased from the shop and wrote how the cards were hilarious.
To understand my disdain go here: Leaving Etsy.
All their “aren’t we awesome cause we wrote new terms of use blog” did was leave a poor taste in my mouth. If not for the signatures and the Jane Velez Mitchell spot, the cards would still be there. They care nothing for how it made some fellow Etsians feel.
I am proud of the stand I took!! My reply to their blog:
I, for one, am very glad Etsy finally took a stand. For me however, the stand came much too late. That terrible site was left up for much too long. Myself and many friends are already leaving the Etsy site.
For those ‘wondering’ about other unsure items, you must have been out of the loop regarding the site in question. The site clearly harassed certain groups of people, which was already in the terms. Still wondering why it took so long to remove.
My only regrets is no longer selling or shopping here. Funny thing is one of the Etsy designers purchased from the shop and thought the demeaning and harassing cards were funny. Go figure!
Good luck to all…
Making it Through the Rain 