And most likely I am.

 

I just got a message that Leon passed away at 3:45AM Thursday morning. Now Audry wants me to call her.  I'm not sure what to do. These people  threw me away, took my home away from me and kicked me to the streets. Told the bank when they called about the mortgage payments that i was dead, have made no efforts at all to contact me in  nearly 3 years.

 

Does it make me a bad person that I feel absolutely nothing about  Leon  dying? Because I don't. Nothing. Not relief, not sadness, not happiness.

 

But I'm afraid that if  I call, she's going to try to manipulate me through guilt. They've always been good at that because I've never been good enough  for them, no matter how hard I tried to be the good son. And I know she's going to want me to come up there which is the ultimate in Bad Ideas (tm) because  Kelly and Russell will be there ready to pounce with claws extended, ready to rend me to shreds.  The last words those two had to say around me was "you're a worthless piece of shit" (Russell) and  Kelly telling my best friend "You have to be pretty desperate to want him"

 

Lovely family I had, right?

 

Anyway, I'm in a quandry. The  Me that still wants to be that good son, the one that  tries to do right by everyone wants to call. The Me that  has moved on says 'to hell with them. It's going to be nothing but trouble.'

 

So what do I do

 

*** I am not looking for condolences. There is nothing there for them o be extended to me.

 

 

http://www.legacy.com/independentmail/Obituaries.a...

Wow. 

Just wow.

Monday was the most awesomest birthday party ever! I got to Chiefs around 5 and started out with a big old steak, baked tater and salad and beer. Lots of beer. 

7:30 my friends and adopted family start arriving and the drinks start flowing. Irish Car Bombs, Flaming Dr. Peppers, double shots of scotch, whiskey, beer, other shots I have no idea the names. Beer Pong, pool, and general carousing and mayhem of the good kind. Every time my glass emptied, someone was handing me another drink. By 8:00.... 8:30, I was totally toasted and remained so the rest of the night. It is something else to be in a place where everyone knows you and likes you.

I got more birthday cards on this birthday than I have got in any 10 year time frame you care to pick combined. I had more people coming up giving me hugs, smooches and well wishes than ever. People laughing at me as well as WITH me in the good way, even last night.

Yeah, it was a great birthday spent with people I care about and care about me. Walked in last night and people were shocked I was up and about LOL. Hell, I didn't even have a hangover. I woke up around 9 feeling great. I was drained. Emotionally and physically, but in the best of all possible ways.

Yeah. It was the best party ever.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,538724,00.html...

 

Lost Dog Saves Man With Down Syndrome From Nearly Fatal Seizure

Monday, August 10, 2009

 

PORT TAMPA, Fla. —  Yolanda Segovia heard a knock on her door one morning, just before 8 a.m.

Her neighbor was on the porch, with a dog and a story.

Stacey Savige had found the little dog in front of an elementary school. He wasn't very big, looked like some sort of terrier. Burrs clung to his belly. His honey fur was caked in mud.

He didn't have a collar. Stacey had taken him to the vet and he didn't have a chip, either.

Now Stacey had to go to work. Could Yolanda keep him?

Yolanda is 47. She's a divorced mom with two boys. In recent years she has survived breast cancer and cervical cancer, lost her dark hair and eyelashes to chemo. A hairdresser, she hasn't worked since 2006.

"You can leave the dog here," Yolanda told Stacey. "But just for today."

They took photos of the dog and made a FOUND flier. Stacey ran off 4,000 color copies. She and Yolanda stuffed mailboxes, put ads on Craigslist.

Yolanda took her boys to the dollar store and bought a collar, leash, ball and brown bed. Her 10-year-old, Azaiah, decided to call the dog RaeLee, pronounced "Riley." He said he had heard it on TV. All afternoon, he walked the dog, threw the ball, laughed while the dog licked his face.

"Don't fall in love with him," Yolanda kept warning.

Her elder son, Christian, 21, watched through the window. Christian has Down syndrome and an array of other ailments. He has had heart surgery, a kidney transplant. He can't speak or bathe himself.

That night, when the boys climbed into their bunk beds, the dog dragged his new bed from Yolanda's living room, down the long hall, into their room.

——

Four days later, they still had the dog. He was starting to answer to his new name.

He loved roughhousing with Azaiah, knew to be gentle with Christian. He almost never barked.

On Saturday, Azaiah went to his dad's house. Christian retreated to his room to watch a Barney video. The dog dozed beside him.

Yolanda had just stepped onto her porch to water the plants when the dog flung himself into the screen door, barking madly.

As she opened the door, the dog sprinted across the living room, into the boys' room.

Yolanda screamed. Christian was slumped over, his body writhing in a seizure, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

The dog ran to the boy, still yelping. But as soon as Yolanda bent to cradle her son, the dog went silent.

"If he hadn't come to get me," Yolanda told Stacey later, "the neurologist said Christian would have choked on his own blood and died."

Since no one had claimed the dog, Yolanda decided to keep him.

——

Stacey got a call the next morning. A man named Randy had recognized his lost dog and called the number on the flier.

Stacey sobbed. She had been working so hard to find the dog's owner. Now that he had found her, everything seemed wrong.

She quizzed the man to make sure the dog was really his: Is the dog fixed? What tricks does he do? The man answered things only an owner could. His name is Odie, the man said.

Randy Cliff, 34, is an unemployed plumber who lives six blocks from Yolanda with his wife, their four children and infant granddaughter. He said he had been searching for Odie for more than a week.

Stacey told him, "That dog saved my friend's son."

———

When the van pulled up outside Yolanda's house, the dog raced out and jumped into Randy's arms. Randy buried his face in his dog's soft fur.

Azaiah stood on the porch, crying. "We're going to miss you," he called.

As Randy remembers it, he looked at the boy. He saw Christian's frightened face in the window. "Is that your brother?" he asked. Azaiah nodded.

Randy set the dog by Azaiah's feet.

"Maybe Odie was supposed to find you," Randy said. "Maybe you should keep him."

———

Information from: St. Petersburg Times, http://tampabay.com

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If people were more like our pets, accpeting of others, giving without asking for anything in return, this world would be a helluva better place.

 

We are the caretakers of our world. This includes the animals, whether they be pets or for sustenence as well as our enviroment. I'm no tree hugger by a lo0ng shot, but this is the only planet we got, and it seems we are dead set on ruining it.  It is our responsibility to ensureit are cared for. This can mean everything from  being responsible pet owners to not polluting/expanding into the habitats of the flora and fauna.

My first major role in 2 years! I so rocked tonight. Compliments  coming from all directions. Jim Leone, a legend at ECP told me he  did this very same role years ago, and that I was great. A comment from Pat Shull on my Facebook tonight when I got home:

Becky Patricia Shull  Timothy Ven: Sometimes it's hard for me to say what I want in person...I'll try here. I throughly enjoyed the show and your performance. You put a new and very funny spin on Stanley. What made it so good is your excellent sense of timing. Congratulations on a job very well done! I'd love to see it again. I played Amanda once! Where was little Chuckles?

 

Cara Brown coming up and  telling me she was impressed. Paula Doolittle,  Johnathon Houston.... just a fantastic night for me. Richard, the director told me tonight that he couldn't have cast the part better if he had tried.

 

 

I guess I really AM an actor....