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SAD NEWS:
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.
The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
Thank you to all who have commented on my post HEEELLLLLPPPP and to answer questions I have a doctor' s appointment tomorrow ( May 1st) with a new family doctor and I start thearpy Monday the 5th with a psychologist to start the road to recovery. In college I got baptized at Centenary United Methodist Church and I attend church whenever I manage to get a Sunday off from work ( which isn't to often). I also wanted to mention that my stories may get random and seem to jump around some on my age. I will write them as I remember them the best that I can. I will basically go into more detail than I did with the 4 part series I did on my mom. I kept that as neutral as I could but I feel I have to let out the truth and put it into writing for my own mental health to heal. So here goes.
I am able to get therapy for next to nothing because of the mental, emotional and physical abuse from my mother. I want to start with the one incident of physical abuse. I was on Indiana State University campus for Upward Bound ( a program to help kids with homework and to look for colleges) for 6 weeks. My mom had a court date that day with my dad either for their divorce or child support. She took a friend with her and she cut through the dorms parking lot and seen me take a drag of a cigarette. I didn't see her till she barrelled out of the car towards me and grabbed my arm & made me take her to my counselers for the program. I managed to get away and headed towards my dorm room. I had an awful feeling this was going to be real bad and so I punched a metal doorway frame and hurt my right hand so I wouldn't hit her and to release my fear and anger at that moment. She got to my room with her friend & my counslers were not far behind. Someone had called campus police at some point. WHat I remember her saying was to pack my clothes and I said no I want to stay. Next thing I know is I'm on the bed in a fetal position with my arms around my head and feeling a punch to the back of my head and 3 or 4 more down the spine of my back. Her friend just sat there and did nothing the counselers made it to the room by the last hit. The campus police also showed up at the same time and escorted me into the hallway. I gave my report and they took her report. She was finally escorted out the building and told to leave and that she would be hearing from Welfare. I was taken to the on campus medical office for the report of the marks and for x-rays of my hand. Eventually we had a family member as a go between to talk till we had to go to counseling together. I finally reliaze that because of her anger at my father that day in court she took it out on me. She usually did. I need to end this one here but more is come in this recovery series of mine.
If you all don't mind I would like to take you on a journey into my life or my mind if you will. I have battled depression off & on for years. The past few years and especially the last few months have been the worst. I'm not sure I can get a doctor to really listen to me so I am doing my own research into the subject. I want to know what kind of depression I have so it can be treated properly, I want to know if I inherited it from my mother. I have so many questions and I treated as a guinea pig. I'm tired of being fatigued, I'm tired of not being who I really am ( at this stage I'm not sure I know anymore who I am). All I need my blogging buddies is understanding, prayers, and ears to listen. See If you notice a pattern in my stories. I'm desperate for help, I want to beat this and most of all I don't want to end up exactly like my mother ( a psychotic, neurotic drug dependent mess that accidentally overdoses). I need to let the truth out about my childhood to others. I need to let go and get control of my life. My fear right now is that I will lose any of my readers to this blog. I love you all dearly and I don't want to depress anyone else. I just want my life back and to do that I think I need to talk this out with others outside my direct circle. I will start my first story tomorrow, All I ask for is prayers and patience. I need to learn to forgive a mother who almost destroyed me at one time. IT'S MY TIME TO FIGHT AND THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN I WILL NOT LOSE THIS BATTLE NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!!!
I'm lost,
I've gone to look for myself,
so if I get back before I return,
Please ask me to wait.
Your Power Color Is Red-Orange
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At Your Highest:
You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.
At Your Lowest:
You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.
In Love:
You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.
How You're Attractive:
You are very affectionate and inspire trust.
Your Eternal Question:
"Am I Respected?"
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My three year old took this picture of herself.
Police say that the gang usually is comprised of four members, one adult and three younger ones. While the three younger ones, all appearing sweet and innocent, divert their 'mark' (or intended target) with a show of friendliness , the fourth -- the eldest -- sneaks in from behind the person's back to expertly rifle through his or her pocket or purse for any valuables. Be on the alert!! Scroll down to see a photo from a recent attack that was captured on film...
