Friday, October 26, 2018

Police incident Mt. Pleasant MI

An incident at work..Officer  Brown not helpful. Confrontational and beyond rude.

Monday, October 08, 2018

Date Rape drugged

So, in the news is the discussion of a high judge going for the Supreme Court, a Lifetime appointment, that is accused of assaulting a woman in high school. Her (Dr Ford)'s testimony was compelling.

I have friends on both sides. Attornies believe her. Others say that Dr Ford is being used by the left as she was formerly employed by the Clinton's. None of that really matters. Every abuse story is true by the person telling it. My friend Cynthia is telling a lot of her stories on Facebook. This is one of mine.

I went to Rubble's the bar in Mt Pleasant Michigan with Shelly Patton, and my friend Lori Smith. Shelly's husband Clay's band was playing. I had not drunk any alcohol before going.

I ran into a guy that was in my brother's school class. His name is Scott Theisen. He asked who I was there with, and for whatever reason..I said..Nobody..I'm on my own tonight!!

I had a glass of wine in front of me. My friends were doing shots..I don't do shots. I had to go to the bathroom. I came back, resumed drinking my wine. (can you all see where this is going?) I drank..started feeling VERY woosy, hot and dizzy.

Scott Theisen so graciously (!!) said he would take me outside to get some air. I was feeling very jello legged. I didn't know nor could I stop anything from happening. I wasn't thinking clearly nor even having a thought process.

Scott Theisen took me to the side of the building. I sort of recall my pants were down around my legs and my face being pushed into the brick side of the building. I remember him trying to fuck me from behind. His penis was trying to enter me. I couldn't talk, couldn't fight back, couldn't move.

All of a sudden, Thank God...(Literally thank GOD), I started to vomit. and Vomit. AND VOMIT.

Somehow..he stopped, my pants got pulled back up and I found myself in the bathroom at Rubbles. I was VOMITING.

Shelly came to check on me..laughing. Lori..came to check on me laughing...assuming I was drunk. I kept trying to tell them that something was wrong...I hadn't drunk anything..I wasn't drunk. "TINY" the huge obese bouncer, so kind and giving even came to check on me. I was still puking.

 I eventually went out to my van, Lori eventually came out with me. Scott Theisen the rapist was pacing up and back and forth on the sidewalk. He attempted to talk to Lori who was having none of it. I called my spouse for a ride for us. We have a deal, need a ride anytime anyplace, no questions asked. I had never had to use it. He came and got us.

I was embarrassed. I was scared. I was freaked out.  I was a University graduate and couldn't understand what had happened to me.
The next morning...It was little flashbacks of memory.... there was not a long memory of thought. There were broken sequences that helped me try and put together what happened. I tried to piece it together. I didn't call the police, I didn't even think of that then.

Now, years later I see him around, mostly at Stan's diner where I eat frequently at lunch. I want revenge. How many others did he do this to? I know I wasn't the first, he was too smooth. He put a date rape drug in my drink. He took me outside, to my peril. I did not give consent. I had no will power to stop. I couldn't stop him. I remain pissed.

I've taught my daughters to keep tabs on their drinks. I tell my friends. Tell yours.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Movin on down the road...

THIS kid. From a baby ballerina that cried for weeks during her first few dance lessons, to a star in her own show, THIS kid.
She graduated from High School with multiple honors, has a free ride at Central Michigan University and is incredible.
This summer, she spent 6 weeks in Guatemala, being a mentor to a 16 year old girl that went with her. She worked very diligently both to the people there, and the ones at Flames of Fire ministry. (  )
She helped with food, traveled on dirt two tracks, went hungry and grew.

THIS , is what every mom hopes for her child, that they grow beyond their circumstance, beyond their limited local vision.

Sunday, November 08, 2015

Airport John

This, is AIRPORT JOHN. The photo was taken by Holly MaHaffey on a photo shoot at the Mt. Pleasant Airport. I had suggested the article on Leni, the AIRPORT DOG. He died the August after this photo was taken.
John, is currently in the hospital after having a Stroke of sorts. He is/was an amazing guy. Friend, kind, funny, but not without his demons. I fear he will die. I fear he won't.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

You Raise Me Up....

YOU Raise me up to more..than I can be.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Grad Student

I decided with my recent broken leg adventure, that once again, only I am in control of what I do with my life. This of course is influenced by the kids, money, yeah..maybe I am NOT in control of my life.
This recently happened in February of 2015. 
It is on the same leg as I crushed in 1998. the top portion is the "old "L " Plate and screws, the bottom is the L shape and 14 screws I got recently. My ankle is really acting up not liking the new hardware I think I have to blow some sage over it, and try to get it to accept it. NO hardware will ever be coming out. 
While laying in the hospital bed in my living room, I decided to start Graduate School for Counseling. I had two six week classes this summer, and have 3 classes (9 credits which is like carrying 18 undergrad credits) now. 
It's another journey. AND...I feel like I am EXACTLY where I am supposed to be and that is the first time in years that has happened. It's not about being "mom" or "Sort of some wife that isn't a wife", its about ME. And...that feels pretty damn strange my friends, pretty strange. 


I don't have a lot of friends. That's ok, just saying it like I feel it. I do have people I can call on. Well hell, to be truthful, I wouldn't have to call them, the calls would be made for me.
Shelly, bottom right, Me, top right, Lori Top Left
This picture is of friends. Lori and I were very close for a long time. We met in  a church "small group" that was meeting at my house at the time in St. Louis. We mentioned "beer" one night...and after that we laughed and had a blast. Something happened, her son got cancer (and lived), at a time when my youngest was diagnosed with Pneumonia (again). There was some break in the friendship, I don't know over what now, but it was renewed once  when we discussed the book "THE SECRET". This book was instrumental in changing the way that many of my "fundamental" friends "saw" the Universe, and God, and how things happen. Great phrases that only now while I'm writing I had forgotten where they came from --"You do not have to create what you want - it already exists"  "

"Your body works like a movie projector, and the film running through the projector is all of your thoughts. What thoughts are you choosing?" 

Anyways, for a while things were ok, now they moved, we moved, life happened, its one of those horrible "oh we have to get together" things, that never seems to make it to reality. It is always disappointing. friend Angie  (not the slightly crazed meth head Angie addicted to Vicodin and Methodone, but the OTHER Angie inserting "Faces Of Meth here, she could have been included : THAT Angie deserves a long post on only her. This is NOT her, but she was losing teeth because of drugs that when one fell out she could blithely say, "Oh, here's another one". 
This OTHER Angie, She is simply amazing. She has taught me so much about being real, and even when I told her some really freaky stuff, didn't freak out. When I think of her, I smile. How cool is that. I can't think of a time that I didn't want to be better around her. One thing is...She simply GETS me. She understands my complex relationship with God, the Universe, the Auras, My Dreams that come true, and how I can still swear and be very spiritual. 
THIS Angie, cracks me up. She is meticulous in her work, which helps me want to be. She is methodical and will keep investigating until she turns over the pebbles that are hidden under the rocks. 
We actually have a pretty long history. As any woman knows, there are defining moments in life. I can say...Hey I knew her "BEFORE" She had kids! BOOM. There it is. That is one thing. We were traveling for a fundraiser and she was "heavy with child". I caught her a couple times out of the corner of my eye, and she was sort of sickly green all around her. Nobody seemed to be noticing that this HUGELY Pregnant woman was in crisis. I don't even know if SHE got it. It was very disturbing. Well, we worked closely together for about 2 years. Then, the gig we had was up and I sort of lost her for a while. 
While delivering food to a shelter, I found her again!! I was volunteering at the food bank, picking up Panera Bread a couple times a week and taking it to various non profits. Angie was the Counselor at one of them. 
We have recently been being more faithful to our friendship, and that makes me happy. It's 5:05 in the morning, I don't think I will sleep tonight, but I"m done writing for now. I'll come back and edit later.