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Sunday, July 05, 2009

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A FEW FLOWERS....

Thought I'D share a few photos of my flowers... these are just a few that I am going to have to place under trees at the entrance to my building - the painters come Monday and everything has to be off the patio. arg!

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I snapped this last week.... a double rainbow!

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Blessings to one & all!

Gloria


Friday, July 03, 2009

ANOTHER ALL NIGHTER....

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I was able to have a nice conversation with the 911 Operator about the kids going from car to car looking for something to steal. Nice to know that there is someone else up at this time of the morning besides me!

My friend Rose and I have been looking at apts. in the Wake Forest area and have found one we both like - lots of closet space for us both! Good area, pets welcome! Yeehaw! We are planning on a Sept. or Oct move in.

Hubby is coming into town this weekend (he says), to talk. Have no idea why I am still calling him eb945300d22a24d2dfb8df14eb7e02a4 hubby... should be calling him ex. I have my suspicions, one of which is to collect his things that I have packed for him. I do believe he is establishing residence in Maryland. Divorce laws must be easier (and quicker!), there. Going to find an attorny this coming week - just in case. Not that I don't trust him you understand. It is amazing how often he doesn't get cell reception and doesn't answer calls. Funny how seldom that use to happen and how often it happens now.

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My buddy Phil is having outpatient surgery for a hernia this Monday. Keep him in your prayers.

Jean will be back in town Sunday evening and I am looking forward to hearing about her vacation and seeing pictures of her family.

Hope everyone has a wonderful 4th!

Gloria

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Saturday, June 27, 2009

3AM

My sweet, darling fur faces woke me at 2:30 for a potty emergency. Now, as they lay at my feet snoring gently, I am wide awake. Gee, I love em'! So, I warmed up a cuppa and thought I'd do a little baring of the soul, so to speak.

It's been a busy week with Jean and I heading out almost daily to run an errand, have dinner, etc. We saw Transformers on Thursday. Not as good as the first, but not bad either. Stuffed to the gills with popcorn & fountain cokes (I love fountain cokes.), we headed back to the apt. for a cuppa, then back out to do a little shopping. I arrived home $200.00 lighter and poop'd.

Jean headed out Friday morning for a vacation home to Toledo to see her family and won't be back until after the 4th. I am at loose ends, wondering what to do with myself. No Fudruckers - best dogs in the world - no Wal-Mart. It's gonna be a long week and I will get some work done for a change. Boring! But, necesary.

My best buddy, Phil from next door, and I are walking together every night. We are gonna get skinny or die... probably the later. I enjoy it, but the joints are a creekin'! I feel like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz - oil can! I bemoaned the fact that we are probably the only two single people in town who are sitting at home alone on a Friday night... sigh! Of course, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, his significant other showed up! LOL

Hopefully this drowsy feeling will have me off to la-la land soon. Nighty night!

Gloria


Friday, March 13, 2009

Can You Make a "Difference"?

Our church does a once a month, one hour visit to the woman's county prison and calls it a "ministry". Huh?   So, I began to search the web for a place where I could follow the Lord's calling for my life in a way that had a bit more impact.

I stumbled across Christian Pen Pals, the light came on and I am now corresponding  with several woman and re-doing the local Pen Pal site.



Did you know that they are so short of volunteers that the average wait for a man requesting a pen pal is 2 years? The women have it much easier - they only wait an average of one year.


Below is a letter from a female inmate in a Texas Prison:


My name is Rhonda Ermis, inmate #694307 in the Texas Prison system.  To the system I'm only a number and a statistic.  I am doing a 20-year sentence for forgery and have been here almost five years.  My days are filled with work and my nights are long and lonely.

Here is a typical day in Prison......

3:30 a.m. Count clears as the head lights beam into my eyes.  I crawl out of my bunk knowing I have another day to face the punishment of my crime inside, yet I'm another day closer to freedom.

4:00 a.m. I shower, trying to beat 107 other women to an open shower. Everyday I feel like one in a herd of cattle.  There are lines for chow, pills, commissary, even to turn out to work.  I get so frustrated 'cause I have no choice to do what I would choose to do.  As I walk back to my bunk, I see a woman crying, curled up in a ball on her bunk.  Someone tells me she lost her daughter to a stray bullet from a drive-by-shooting.  I see so many people lose loved ones while in here.  The thought of not being able to have spent time with them while they were alive hurts deep in our hearts.

4:45 a.m. I continue to get ready for work making sure I have my house (cell) in order, We have so many rules in here to abide by, if we have more than one book out, or clothing we get written up (it's called a case) and then we receive extra work or lose our trusty status and good time if we get more than one case.  I hold sadness in my heart with thoughts of the girl crying.

5:30 a.m. Go to breakfast  - another line, more rules - and on the way down the sidewalk, walking along the right side of the yellow line, I see two girls fighting.  One holds a razor blade (shank) in her hand and cuts the other girl's jugular vein.  I get out of the way as officers, in their goon vests and helmets, bring the girl down on her face on the cement and they get the blade out of her hand and handcuff and shackle her.  The nurses take the other girl to medical for treatment.  She is passed out from loss of blood and the nurses are telling the officers she might not make it.

6:00 a.m. I lost my appetite and went back to the dorm.  Inmates talk that the fight stemmed from bulldagging (fighting over a woman lover). I go back to my cubicle and wonder, "When will this nightmare be over?"

6:30 a.m. I turn out to work and have to be strip searched with 107 other women, Twenty at a time, we strip naked in front of everyone, cough and squat, spread our cheeks to see if I've had any contraband (stamps, tobacco, etc.) up my private parts, and let down our hair.  Another daily ritual. I feel so degraded and disgusted as 20-30 women watch me do this every  day. Soon all female bodies look alike to me.  Dignity goes out the window as we are treated like a herd of cattle.

7:00 a.m. I arrive at my job and I'm told by my boss that I'm on a crew of women to go clean the main water drain where a trap catches everything that gets flushed down the toilets.  Great, I get to dig for used feminine products and God only knows what else. " When will this nightmare end?"

10:30 a.m. Time to go to chow. As you can imagine, the things I see and have to do affect my hunger. I only go to eat out of habit.  While in line, again, we are only allowed to talk to the person in front of us or in back of us.  Bosses (officers) stand around screaming at inmates to not talk table to table, to not get up from the table once you are seated.  If  you forget your fork, oh well, you eat with your hands. We have 20 minutes to eat.

11:00 a.m. Return to work (have to be stripped again). A woman (inmate) hides a cigarette lighter under her breast and is caught with it. She's escorted to segregation to go to UCC (unit classification committee) to be served her punishment.  She'll lose one year good time and have to be placed on the hoe squad.

11:30 a.m. I get to work and we find pieces of a shank, JD cards, used Tampax and Kotex as we sift through the debris.

4:30 p.m. I return to the farm and have to be stripped - again.  I go to my cell for some solitude. Privacy is so hard to get, we use the bathroom and shower in front of everyone.  Disgrace sets in my mind.

5:30 p.m. Everyone goes to chow as I stay in my cell (a few of us stay in the dorm) and I eat tuna and crackers I have bought off of commissary.

6:30 p.m. I go to the bathroom, and as I clean up the dishes, I see blood on the floor coming from the showers.  I go back there and a woman ( the girl who was crying) has slit her wrist.  I run to get the officer and show her.  I go back to my bunk.  I feel so much pain in my heart for her.  She's dead and no one really cares.  I watch them take her body away with no emotion in their faces as they carry her.  I feel she wanted to join her daughter and took the easy way out.

8:00 p.m. I lay down on my bunk and try to sleep. Thoughts of the day run through my mind. So much bloodshed, so much pain, and no one cares.

Why is this world so cold to let our lives have no meaning or value? To the system, we are only a statistic and a number.  One, (maybe two, if the girl died earlier) lives taken in vain, I fear for my life on a daily basis 'cause each day is a chore to survive. I've made it one more day, and I thank the Lord above. I'm one more day closer to going home.

Here is part of a letter from a man now free after serving his sentence:

Dear Christian PenPals:
Greetings in the name of Jesus!


I
'm Roy Ellsworth, a 54 year old Ex-Convict. Allow me to preface all that I will say here by saying I'm not proud of being an ex-convict. However, it sure beats being a convict. It means that I am free. It means God has granted me a new lease on life; a new start, a new beginning. That new beginning began in January of 1969 when God, Christ and the Holy Spirit came into the Dallas County Jail and into my cell and into my heart, bringing with them Love, Joy, Peace, and Forgiveness. Life has not been the same since. I've been down many roads and over, through, and around many mountains since then. I've had successes and I've had failures and through it all God was with me and proved His promise true when He said "I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."

I would like to commend each of you for your love for the offender. The Lord knows they have had pitifully little Love in their lives. Actually, the offender is starved for love. They live in an environment where there is a marked absence of love and human warmth. "Mail Call" is a lonely time for many of them because no one cares enough to write. I recall months on end when I heard from no one. When your letter reaches the cell-block, all ears come to attention and hearts seem to flutter and time seems to go by on tiptoe as convicts listen for their name. When they hear it a smile lights their faces; when they do not, disappointment clouds their eyes and a veil lowers in their feeling of dejection.

My friends, Love not only "covers a multitude of sins," it is the strongest force in the universe. It has the power to literally gravitate the prisoner to you and renders him/her amenable to your counsel and encouragement. Do you know any one who does not want to be loved? Do you want to be loved? Well, the prisoner does too, and your consistent letters of love, support and encouragement will go a long way in assisting them in taking a serious look at themselves and reaching that point where change can take place in their lives.


While I don't excuse the behavior that has brought them into the "system", I know all too well that but for the Grace of God - that could be me!

Please, if this has touched your heart, go to the Christian Pen Pals site and volunteer . This isn't for everyone. Be aware that some of these men and women are on death row. Some have life sentences and will never get out of prison. If you can't write, please help by donating paper, envelopes and/or stamps for the prisoners.


http://www.christian-penpals.com/

THANK YOU!

Gloria


You can help

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  • CPP is a faith based ministry which depends on donations to help with the costs of mailing. We need your help to keep this service available to inmates without charge. If you believe this work is worthy, please consider giving!

  • Send stamps or checks made out to:
    Christian Pen Pals
    PO Box 2112
    Statesville, NC 28687


    Thank you in advance and may God bless you!

CPP Veterans Ministry

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Sunday, March 08, 2009

FELIX...



Meet Felix. Well actually, I couldn't get a good picture of Felix, so stole a video of a Crown Tail of the same color from a Betta site. He acts much less aggressively than his predecessor, Oscar, hence the name Felix. He's also somewhat smaller in size, which may be due to his being a juvenile.

Below is the write up I also "borrowed" from the same site:

The Crown Tail Betta has a striking, elaborate tail that differentiates it from other Bettas. The Crown Tail has a teardrop shape to its tail while the Twin Tail is split, almost giving the suggestion of having two tails. The Crown Tail Betta is a type of "Siamese" Fighting Fish. These fish have been bred over the years to enhance the fins and remarkable variety of colors of the males, as well as making them increasingly combative. Therefore, only one male should be kept in a tank; however, smaller, shorter-finned females may be housed together with caution. In addition, a male and a female should only be housed together temporarily for breeding purposes. Females can be as colorful as the males, although, they rarely have the long finnage that is seen with the males.

An ideal environment for the Betta is an aquarium that holds a steady temperature and does not contain tank mates that may nip at their long fins. Do not house more than one male in the same aquarium, as they will fight.

Once laid by the female, the eggs are tended by the male in a bubble nest. Fry appear in about 24 hours and must be fed very small food initially, such as crushed or powdered flakes and newly hatched brine shrimp. Fry will also take finely chopped hard-boiled egg yolk.

A carnivore, the Crown Tail Betta will eat all types of live food as well as freeze-dried flakes and frozen foods.



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