Lessons learned from the new Knight Rider

Partly because I have always loved fast and unique cars…. and partly because of my current physical problems with my back, I watched the replay of the new “Knight Rider”. Today, I noticed this  article on C-Net.

I could add a bunch of things I learned about fake worlds. But, the most important thing I learned is that Deana’s eyes are beautiful.

Missing Nephew Update

Finally, after 3 weeks, my nephew is on the national missing kids site.

The information is here:  http://tinyurl.com/36prax

I would add that he is likely already in Jasper, Alabama — hidden illegally by his birth mother. If not, he is being hidden on a tractor-trailer rig by his birth mother and her current husband, who is a truck driver.  If that’s the case, he could be anywhere that the truck goes.  So, concentrating on truck-stops would be helpful. 

Please pass along where you deem appropriate.

Nephew Update

In between my business work, I have been trying to recover information off my nephew’s computer.  I discovered that he deleted everything that he had been using to communicate with his birth mother.  I recovered enough information to know that her husband (a truck driver) made arrangements to pick him up at the school bus stop. She had been lying to him, telling him all kinds of things that aren’t true. She told him things like, “they (the family) had a plan all along to take you kids away from me,” and “I had to give you up to make your life the best.”  She’s just plain bad.  She’s a bad seed. She manipulated him and he apparently wasn’t happy to wait until he turned 18 to see her. She even lied to him about how he could make his own choices legally. She told him she tried to kill herself twice because she loved him and his sister so much that she couldn’t stand it. I haven’t finished looking through all the information, but I did find some conversations and I also found where she is. I have passed on the necessary information.

If the police don’t catch them, he’ll see sooner or later what kind of woman she really is… and it will be too late then to cry that he didn’t know. I tried to tell him and he was refusing to listen to anyone.  He has this idea about her that isn’t real and he has this idea that he needs his mother.

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What a day…..

I don’t usually say, “It was a bad day,” or things like that. Today….. ugh.

My nephew turned up missing today and it appears as though his birth mother is partially  responsible.  If “witnesses” at the bus stop are to be believed, she picked him up and illegally transported him out of state. Now, the police are looking for him and them.

I had some tough things to deal with related to work, also.

I also got into an argument with my sister and mother.

Tonight, I sat down to play some COD4 and got into a room with some regulars.  While playing, I spoked to GG and to NF a few moments apart and neither spoke. When I spoke to them and they didn’t reply, some others in the room said, “They aren’t talking,” and “They’ve been doing that.”  I wondered why. I figured they were private chatting together. After that match, I jumped out to get into some points games.

Then, I sent GG a message asking if she was talking to NF.  Awhile later, she said she wasn’t; that she was just tired. So, I just said “night” to her as she was leaving without thinking too much of it. But, as I thought about it later; it wouldn’t have taken much for either one of them to just say, “Hi,” when I spoke.  It’s better than being ignored.  I’ve had this kind of issue before and I tend to get hurt or feel like someone is mad at me when something like this happens.  I start to try to figure out if I have accidentally said something that made someone mad…. or if possibly someone else has said that i said  something I didn’t.  So, it bothers me.

After that….Tonight, the WV State Ride Captain sent me an email saying, “Consider it done.” in response to my email telling him if he didn’t want me to answer his emails, he knows how to stop my replies. The bad part about it, is that I haven’t sent him any emails for an entire week.  It’s like he’s intentionally trying to stir things up again.

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Thanks to St. Ives

No… not a catholic saint…. St. Ives the maker of lotions. Anyway….

Thanks to St. Ives, I am nearly free of the itching problem. In particular, it’s the

“Vitamin E Advanced Therapy Lotion”


A unique nutrient-rich skin therapy moisturizer with pure Vitamin E
that helps protect against dry skin. Naturally strengthen skin’s
structure to help improves skin’s appearance.

  • St. Ives lotions are tested in Switzerland and provide 200% more moisture immediately.
  • Dermatologist Tested
  • Hypo-allergenic

Oh, it has done wonders for my itching (which was mostly dry skin) and secondarily has helped my sleep some.

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Communication Problems Continued

And this time it’s my fault; in that I spoke too quickly.  Today, in dealing with a matter that has the potential to be a difficult personnel situation for a certain office environment, I let a particular piece of detailed information slip to someone that perhaps shouldn’t be privy to it.  This particular person might — or might not — be in the loop.   So, it might not matter anyway.   But, still….. the entire situation is unpleasant.

And…. just the fact that I am the tech in this particular job puts me in a position that things could potentially become unpleasant for me.  I didn’t need the slip of the tongue to add to it.

Sigh.

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Dreamed

I dreamed last night that I was somewhere in a large business-like room that was bright and decorated sparsely. The woman who cut my hair was there and she was telling me something like, “Wait until she sees it.  She’s going to be really upset.  I sent it to her.”  I knew she was talking about my blog.  She was saying things about Sharyn was not going to be happy about my writing about her in my blog.  Sharyn arrived at about that time and asked what we were talking about.  I told them nothing in it was untrue and that I needed an outlet for my thoughts and emotions. There were some raised voices and arguing in the dream.  I remember telling Sharyn, “You didn’t treat me right and disrespected me.”

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