Let us plug up that cracked pipe with the BP execs who caused this mess

Okay seriously how long has this mess been going on now? The pipe and the oil rig that used to go with it exploded April 20th, 2010.It KILLED 11 and injured 17, a statistic I think a lot of people are forge ting . Think about what those families are going through. Not only did they lose someone in their family or did someone in their family get life altering injuries but they are forever connected to the worst oil disaster, EVER.
Now it is like 5 or 6 days shy of 2 months later. 2 months of the most precious yet most abused natural resource in the world just wasting away. Boycotting BP is not going to help. They are a major oil company and own a good bit of smaller companies under their umbrella. This is getting beyond ridiculous.I understand that they are trying everything that they can to fix this pile of crap mess that turns out to be the worst domestic oil spill EVER , believe me I get it. They are working quickly( ha if quick means the sanils are beating you in a race) and trying their best,( and I think their best is total crap) but the real question is ... Why in the hell did it happen in the first place. I heard earlier this week that this particular rig failed many expectations? SO why the hell didn't they fix it, shut it down do something to rectify the problem? And why the H E double hockey sticks is no one acting like this is the big deal that it is? It is a big bad kill all wild life disaster that is causing so many many many to suffer.Initially BP downplayed the incident; CEO Tony Hayward called the amount of oil and dispersant "relatively tiny" in comparison with the "very big ocean.". Really, Mr. Hayward, really? Are you kidding me?Do you need to go ride the short bus to work from now on? It doesn't matter if it is one ship or a thousand when crude oil is spilt into the ocean at any rate let alone the rate that it is at today, almost every area of life is effected. All those poor animals that are either dead, dying or very sick or just very dirty, all the plant life that has been affected( that Dawn commercial keeps playing in my head). Okay now lets talk about the people affected by this. The gulf coast was affected by another disaster a natural disaster but a disaster none the less 5 years ago, yup I am playing the Katrina card. Businesses just started to fully recover. People knew it was okay to came back and vacation again. People knew that their houses were worth something again. People knew fresh gulf coaster shrimp were slamming and now all that has changed. I know of at least 6 families who have changed their vacation plans , because of this crap. I might have a very different view of this because I live in Alabama. I live 5 hours from the gulf in east central part but here almost everyone I know vacations in Gulf shores, Orange Beach , Destin or the surrounding areas. I know how effected the travel industry is because everyone I know who visits, isn't. BP made a big mess and their efforts to clean it up are crap. So I have an idea. Since nothing they are doing is fixing this mess, lets retire all the execs who sat around on their butts knowing that the workers were very concerned, knowing about all the failed inspections and stuff their over educated, over paid asses into the pipe and I am sure that will stop the flow or maybe they just need to make the biggest tampon ever?

Religion, it is what's confusing

I grew up in NYC and catholic.I even went to catholic school up until the fourth grade was over. I know the bible that I grew up with. I know what I learned going to religion class every day during school . I know what I learned going to church. I now live in the deep south, in the bible belt. I go to a Baptist church. I gave a Baptist bible. And when I read the bible ,when I go to my church all I can think is WTH? I do not ( and don't think I ever will) understand how the to faiths are so different! In the catholic faith you go to church when you can but you live by God's word and your good. You go to confession. You talk to your priest and he helps you make things right by doing your penance. Yes the priest is a man and he is not the one forgiving you of your sins, but , he is the one laying a path out by giving you pray or what ever else he may deem right so God can absolve you. Baptist on the other hand all you do is go to the alter and ask God to forgive you for what you have done you pray, and your good. I am so confused about how different things are when in truth they are basically the same faith. Christians believe Jesus came to earth because God was so upset with His "children" that he sent His only son to die so we can be forgiven.And believe me I know that to be true to so many. I know that is how so many people I know that so many know in their hearts that Jesus shed his blood for us.
According to Baptist if you are not saved ( saved is taking Jesus Christ into your heart and asking him to forgive you for all your sins)you will not get into heaven to be with Him. So every catholic ( which is the base for the baptist religion) every Protestant, every Lutheran is burning in hell if I have this right. They believe in God, Jesus and The Holy Spirit. The bible is read and followed. They live by the same rules, but because they were not saved, they are in hell. So basically according to this standard, Mother Theresa is burning in hell. Someone out there in cyber world explain this to me explain to me how these rules can apply. Baptist I have realized are so blinded by their faith, never ever in my experience has any one that I have spoken to seen any other side to it. It is fact to them and there is no other way. I understand believing in something so strongly that in your heart you know there is no other truth. What I don't understand is how it is so black and white and the lines are so clear and how there is no gray areas. According to my understanding and the way things have been explained to me, even murders get into heaven if they are saved and ask God for forgiveness. HUH? Last time I checked it was one of the Ten Commandments. Though shall not kill. Now I do believe that some killers are in heaven. Things in their life were so bad, that they had no choice , but some just killed for fun, killed for their own amusement, for money for fame for whatever . While in prison they get either bored or trying to get out they use God's forgiveness and say they are changed. Now I get that He is an all knowing all in compassing being and that He would know that but.well still not computing. I am confused as to how I can be told being gay is wrong because children can not be made by that union, yet you can use birth control. Growing up catholic, birth control is considered just as much of a sin as murder. It in fact is considered murder. You are preventing life from happening. I will never see the difference. I will never understand. God made every single person who is gay , gay. He made them that way. So if He made them gay, He made them molded them and put them on this earth just so when they die they go to hell? Not the God I know. God forgives all, God knows all, God loves all.
I have never met one gay person, who would say that they walk an easy path. That if they knew that they had a choice would no matter what chose to be gay. It is a very hard life. Everywhere you go some one hates you. Everywhere you go you do not have the same rights as anyone else. So doesn't it make sense that maybe just maybe somewhere along the lines God's words were later to fit someone else agenda? Now if you go by the belief that God knew it would happen or he let it happen because that is what he wanted then wouldn't he want you to listen now , now that most of the world ( except the USA) is now more understanding, that they have more of an open heart?Religion has confused me my whole life. I know that all Gods are one God , all Goddesses are one Goddess and their is only one initiator. TO me that means whether you are Buddhist,Christan, Catholic, Jewish , or Muslim, as long as you live a life that is righteous, have strong beliefs and stand by them . You are a good person and do good things, when you leave this world the powers that be whatever you believe them to be all morph and become the same thing and welcome you with open arms. Okay I think I have rambled enough. I will talk about this again on another day. Sorry I jumped from point to point , never solidly explaining anything, just so much to say and it all came out at the same time.

Glutton for Punsihment

I am probably the biggest glutton for punishment EVER. To explain this I guess I have to go further back and say that my mother was missing or where abouts unknown to me since February of 2008. I didn't know if she was dead alive in jail homeless, nothing ( but according to my mother my sister did < but that is something else> know). My mother was very very abusive, and those words may not even cover what she did. Yet over the last year or two or even three I find myself missing my mother, wanting her back in my life. Which is crazy because I haven't seen her in almost 12 years. It is so hard trying to balance and be a mom and not having yours.
Then in April my brother went to visit my sister in Pennsylvania( where they lived with my mother for 6 years) and went out for drinks with high school friends. Afterwards he dropped one of the friends off and the friends mom was friends with my mother. He asked her do you know where my mom is , do you know if she is okay? And not only did the woman know but she had her phone number and address and gave it to Glenn. Glenn being GLenn went and found her. Spoke with her , he SAW her. And then gave me her number. i debating calling her speaking with her bewcasue Iknow the drama that comes with her, but for whatever reason , I did. And I instantly regreted it. My mother was well my mother. Complaining, hinting for things. Ugh. And here's the thing no matter how awefull I feel after talking to her, I still do. Can someone explain this to me? I don't get it. She is so aweful and herendous and mean and eviland yet I keep going back for more. I just sent her a big envolope full of pictures. Last time she had pictures of my kids she got her trailer taken away from her. So why in God's name did I do it again? I have no clue but now I need a cookie!

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My mother

So I am really really bothered by something recently. I am missing my mother terribly . And that bothers me more then anyone reading this can know. My mother is evil. I am not saying this as a spiteful daughter. I am not saying this as an angry daughter. I m saying this as an adult who looks back at her childhood and wonders why no one cared enough to save me. My mother was abusive, and that word doesn't even begin to describe how awful she was to me. My brother and sister also got abused and treated horribly but not in the same way as me. My sister has told me she know I had it much worse. My mother who at one time really was a good mother as years went by and time got to her worse turned into a monster,a retched horrible excuse for a human let alone a parent. She beat me in ways that still hurts to talk about and it has been more then ten years since I have been in the same state as her. And most of my scars are not physical I can assure you. she blamed me in my opinion for the way her life turned out. You see she married my father when she was eight weeks pregnant with me, something she denies to this day, but something , I know without a doubt to be true. They had a bad marriage. she was lazy and mean and my father was an addict. Drugs and alcohol &it killed him, but Iam not talking about that right now. My mother was good to us when we were little but I honestly have very very few good memories of her after the age of 10 or 11. Sheuld make me get on my knees and stand tall from them, she would make me tick my neck out and smack me till I was bleeding or scratched or whatever satisfied her. She would make me go out into the hall of our six family house in nothing or just bra and panties. i never told anyone what went on in that house. My friends knew I was being hit but never, ever di they know how bad. I mean who could imagine that? Who could imagine a mother doing that to her own child. I cooked every nights dinner from the age of ten or so. I remember her asking what I wanted for my thirteenth birthday i said steak dinner and you cook it.
And yet all I can do for the last few weeks is ache with missing her or maybe it is just the idea of her. My kids love their "Sweetie" Greg's mom. In fact more then anything. She is wonderful with them , to them. Maybe it is because I loved my maternal grandmother so much that, my heart still aches everyday because Imiss her so. i miss my mother and i an not for the life of me understand why. It was made worse when Jenn told me the other day that around Kim's wedding someone saw her at a homeless shelter working ,they thought. At least i know she was alive a year ago. I don't know if she is alive today. I don't know if she is living on the streets. is just so much about her i don't know. It is getting to the point where I am feeling so lost again. It has taken me since Dec. 5 1998 t, the day i left her house or apartment to realize she needs mental help that she is indeed without a shadow of a doubt crazy. She doesn't remember beating me , i know this because I confronted her. She needs help. she is poor and destitute I can't help her , she is mean and horrible and terrible, but she is still my mommy and I miss her.

Daddy

January 19, 1991 changed my life for forever, and Glenn and Kim's and my mother. The collateral damage of that day was massive and still happens to this day. My father, my daddy died of a massive drug overdose. It hurt just to type that. I was 11,when my world shattered for forever and still haven't really recovered and now I am 30. I remember being really freaked out at the funeral home. I didn't even want to go near him , but mommy made me. I didn't touch him though, which is something I think about and regret with my whole heart almost every day since. I am still haunted by dreams of him. How disappointed he would be with me dropping out of school. How much things with my mom would have been different, how the abuse would not have gotten close to what it was. How I maybe would have lived with him, how I could still be in NYC. But all the what ifs don't change what happened that day. That he died all alone in his childhood bedroom, foaming at the mouth bleeding all over the place, with a rubber band around arm and a needle sticking out of it. A vision that no matter how hard I try i can never get out of my head. The things I saw and the things i didn't don't matter much because, whenever I think of him that is what I can close my eyes and see.Knowing that he was to high to know he was in trouble, knowing he couldn't call out for help when there were so many others in his house, the house he shared with his mother and her brother Uncle Vinny. Knowing that he died in that bed alone with no one by his sides, is the worst feeling a daughter can ever have.
My mother has tried to destroy every happy memory we have of daddy. But I remember. I remember so much more then the twins which makes me very lucky. I can remember his smell when he was sweaty( usually due to drugs) I can remember how it felt to have him brush my hair. I can remember the fell of him when we hugged. I remember his beautiful smile , his wonderful laugh, and that no matter what he loved his children. He may have had many problems, but he loved his kids. And I love him. So many things he didn't get too see. Glenn in the army serving his country as a solider , he would have been so proud. Glenn being married and becoming a father. Not being able to be there as support for my brother when Jennifer left him and divorced him when he got back from Iraq. Not being there while they got the divorce which was so hard on both of them and my beautiful niece Charity. He wasn't there to walk Kimberly down the aisle or for Steve to ask permission from when they got engaged. He wasn't there to walk me down the aisle or or for Greg to ask permission for my hand . He wasn't there when my beautiful daughter his first granddaughter was born. He wasn't there when Brayden was born, his only granddaughter. And he wasn't there to protect me from her when my world was so dark and gray because my mother was crazy. I miss him and love him everyday. So many regrets because he left us too soon. So much I want to tell him and show him. But that will all wait for another time.



Daddy,
I love you so much. I can not believe it was 19 years ago that you left us. I think about you each and every day. Glenn looks so much like you. You would be so proud of him and Kimberly. They are both doing so well in their lives. Me I am okay I struggle but I am trying to make you proud. I miss you so much. I think about you every single day. I have dreams that you are still alive and that it was all a mix-up that you were and FBI agent or in the witness protection program or whatever craziness lets you be alive in my dreams. I know how silly that is but I just want my daddy back. I know that you are in a better place now, I know that . I know that the drugs don't have a hold on you any more and you are happy and healthy. But inside I am still that 11 year old little girl who couldn't believe her daddy was gone. And now even though it is 19 years later you are still on my mind always an in my heart for an eternity. I know it is you who saved me on your birthday a few years ago when I had that wreck. I know it with all my heart that you were driving my car and protecting me. I drove my car through a phone poll with just a burn from the airbag. It wouldn't have been possible without you protecting me. You were and amazing father and I will always be thankful that you were mine. I miss you so much , every single day, and will love you every minute of everyday till I can see you again. Be well daddy, be well.

Love forever your eldest daughter,

Jennifer Dawn Genis Allen

What is wrong wi th me???!!!!

I am sitting at the computer desk looking at a house that is getting more an more disgusting knowing the kids are running low on clothes and wash needs to been done, cleaning the kitchen , and the rest of the house needs to be done, and for whatever reason, I don't do it. There is no good excuse ,really. I know it. Greg knows it. We all know it. Yes I was not taught to clean as I go or even clean at all, really. That may have been an excuse 5-10 years ago but what i the excuse now? Nothing other than laziness. I want a pretty , neat, organized, clean as a whistle house. I want to be a better mom and wife. I say I have no motivation, but I do . Look at those beautiful two little faces. It is unfair to treat them like this and make them live with me the way I am right now. I have to do better for them. For Greg and for our marriage. I am going to clean now, don't want to but I got too.