I have not been blogging, my last entry was in February. The male puppy I was blogging about had to be put down at the Vets office. I have not yet reported it to AKC on his papers.

Then his sister who I was calling Angel and who is photographed Leaping into the New Year was put down at the local Veterinary Emergency Hospital.

I have to check the exact date from either my credit card records or from the Vet's office receipt.

I learned too late about dog treats on ABC Investigative Reports about poisoned Dog Treats.

I was using them for training the pups, and had no clue that this was still an issue because I am not networking with mailing lists or online anything dog related.  I thought it was weird that the pups that were getting sick were the same ones that I had prominently displayed their photos trying to sell them, I guess I was wrong.

It is hard to lose a pup and it certainly was looking suspicious, so since I was invited back to the Great Dane Webring, which I have decided not to network with again, I posted the names of a few people that are no longer in my life and have not been in my life since the mid-nineties.

One of them was introduced to me by a friend of my deceased husband Tony, John Frazier.  Frazier and I knew each other since 1969 about the same time I met my husband.  His sister lives in the Prather area. Because of a lot of personal reasons, in 1989, and later, he and I are no longer friends. I wrote him a handwritten letter in around 1996 letting him know I did not wish to be contacted by him again. The word from the old group of friends was that he was angry about my letter, oh well, can't help that, so it was weird when in March of 2008 one of his friends contacted me about him and where he was living, and then he sent me an email on April 18, 2011.  I thought I had made myself clear to the man, I guess I didn't. So I had to call another friend from Orange County Calif. and ask him to make it very clear, that I no longer wanted to hear from Frazier.  He had already known this, from the mid 1990's but it never hurts to ask for a friends help in getting the message across again.

Frazier and his family had known my husband since Tony was 8 years old. They grew up together in Costa Mesa. Frazier is a couple of years older then my husband, and so he knew him longer. In his email, he told me he was moving to the Santa Maria area after finding out where his old landlady Syd lived.  I thought to myself, oh my, Syd has had a lapse of memory. Whatever, I really have not seen Syd since the late 1970's.

I am telling you this now, because for years and years I had not given them a passing thought and found several knives sticking out of my back.  Most of it was orginating from the local area, and the man that Frazier had introduced me too still lives in this area.  In fact I should have gone with my gut instinct about the man he introdueced me too back in 1988, but when they moved in together after Tony died, and I was calling Frazier on the phone, John T. Baker and I began talking to one another. I halfway changed my mind, and then changed it back in late Sept. 1989 after going for a visit to the southland, and going out to a hot spot for a bit where I used to go after work or to watch improv. The name of the place was Bilbos. They got angry with me and another girl who lived down there, and when I tried to leave, they detained me by playing keep away with my car keys so I could not leave and return to Porterville alone. Well the other girl did not participate, I was going to stay at her house and then leave the next morning without Baker. So that is really about the last time I wanted anything to do with him, but because of circumstances, I was stuck for another 5 years with a jerk with combat ptsd. The jerk is or was involved with the local area vets group from Fresno, and for some damn reason they kept telephoning my home wanting me to come in and speak to his psychiatrist. I was counselled not to do so, but as I had changed my telephone number at least 5 times, and they kept calling me on the new phone numbers, I went to find out how they were getting my new unlisted phone number. That was in 1995.  I was still in contact with Frazier, so I gather they were giving the phone number to their friend Baker who was giving it to the VA.

Then because no one listens to me, or respects the fact that I wanted nothing to do with certain people, it appears they have been able to smile in peoples faces, who are more than willing to pass along information about me to people I have cut out of my life altogether. Frazier's big mantra was the fastest way to pass along information is, Telephone, Telegraph and Tell-a-woman, but honestly he is in denial about the last one, it should be Tell-A-Man!

His other Mantra is never say Never, which is really scarey, since I have told him Never in writing and over 15 years later he seems to think I have forgotten the whole incidents and that is a plural, or I must be a  bobble head. He had been on my bad side while I was married, ask Syd if you ever meet her, and I am certain he knew that, but because when you are married, you can't accessorize your friends, you wind up doing damage control. I no longer have the need to do damage control, and therefore that part of my past is way over. Had he not attempted to contact me in email again, I wouldn't be writing this, but apparently he is one of those hard headed types that you just are not allowed to say no too..... That right there shows me that there is a lack of respect between he and I and that my decision to disassociate my self from my husbands friend was the right choice. And if you are a psychology major, please remember that there is a whole lot of vocabulary that applies to simple words on a page or in speech other than those related to a psychological term. And that is true of every profession whose language overlaps and use the same terminology, but the terminology means something entirely different based on what profession you are in.

The fact is that they believe that it takes a village to raise a child, and I spent most of my child's life protecting her from that village of idiots because of their philosophy and lifestyles. I am not the only one of their friends to do this either, there are others who disagree with thier playground and parenting style.

Another thing I have been doing is working on my ancestry tree at ancestry.com. It is amazing to find documents on my relatives on the East Coast on my mother's side and documents from Sonoma County that I had forgotten.

 

I am planning on moving, just to avoid, yes there is the avoidence word, people from my past that will take any contact whatsoever and unbeknownest to me, as an invite to contact me as I have never held the premise to hold your friends close and your enemies closer. It is just easier for me to move away, because there will always be some reporter reporting things that they think they know, or think they have an in depth grapse on my life, when the truth is, I rarely spoke of them. So the reporters are not doing me any favors by reporting, it is a complete disservice and disrespectful of me and my privacy. In other words, because I remained silent for so long, about the reasons why, and you still have no clue of each incident that has taken place over the years since I left Fresno Area in 1968 and anywhere else I lived unless really pushed and pressured from real life circumstances stfu.

Not all playgrounds for children or even adults are acceptable to me, but that is my perogative.

Just because I joined clubs, or know names of people from places I lived, or went to school, or worked with, or who knew me when I was married, doesn't mean we were close, it means we were acquaintences, that is all it means. And if I knew you from a very long time ago, and no longer speak to you, it is because we have gone our seperate ways and have changed.

One I have learned is that I am not a Mind Reader, No one is a Mind Reader, and I don't have a crystal Ball to gaze into and no one I know on earth had a crystal ball to tell them the past, present or future.

I do or did have one friend who needs translator for the IChing to understand it, but honestly, all you need to know is how to read the book, and the translation is interpreted the same way that you read the hexagrams. But whatever, she has also been out of my life for a very long time, after taking a bit of advice from one of her exes years ago and I mean years ago, and applying it to me. She is another one, who does not listen, resents the privacy manager on my phone line, and refuses to understand the reason why I use it. And that is even after her husband recorded a voice message on my answering machine for me in 1995. There just is a general lack of respect for each other, if it even existed to begin with. When we were roommates, she snuck into my bedroom through a tiny window to borrow some of my clothes. There were three or four girls sharing a house, and we kept our bedrooms padlocked, but she had to sneak through my window to take one of my dresses.