The Girl From The Well, by Rin Chupeco

If you only read only book this year… Well, you need to rethink your priorities if you only read one book a year.

Let me start over.

If you’re wondering what book you should read next, and you’ve got a few hours of uninterrupted reading time (since you won’t be able to put this book down until you’ve finished every last word), Rin Chupeco has written a book that should appeal to almost every reader.
Sometimes prose, sometimes poetry, The Girl From The Well is not a typical ghost story. Interwoven themes of love, hate, family, murder, revenge, redemption (deep breath) and even Japanese history (which I haven’t fact checked yet as I finished the book, checked out, then began free writing this review), come together seamlessly in this novel. The imagery Ms. Chupeco paints is vivid throughout whether describing sounds or visuals. This is the first book in a long time which I read straight through, as opposed to my usual: chapter 1; last ten or so pages; chapters 2 thru the end.
There is a bit of a Stephen King influence (sorry, I only like Firestarter and The Shining), in that we learn about the background of a character then never see her again, while some characters who get a whole chapter are only described in one or two sentences. Overall the Editor in my head was (mostly) content to stay quiet.

If you still aren’t convinced, then consider this: on Rin’s site she claims she has hugged Neil “God” Gaiman THREE times.
Wolverine’s super healing ability would be her super power of choice.
She lists her husband under “pets”.
Oh, and she’s a bit OCD (no nines!).
How can you not want to read her writing?

[In other news, my blog gag order might be removed soon. Yay!]

Blessed Be

What to Do If Child Protective Services Social Workers Are Investigating You | Child Protective Services-CPS-False Accusations

Even if they seem nice and harmless, remember, this is how child protective services makes money. To keep their jobs, they must take away children from their families. They are wolves in sheep’s clothing. They come to your door saying, “I’m just here to help.” The next thing you know, your children are in state custody and you are in court trying to prove your innocence.
(From the article.)

Please read. I wish I had. You may believe, like I did, that since you’ve got nothing to hide… Well, I’m on a gag order.
Just remember: it can happen to you. Even if you’ve never abused your child. They will destroy your child. Then you will be blamed for anything that happens as you piece your child back together.

How To Properly Insult Someone (updated, again)

After dealing with my son’s dad, his last three girlfriends (one of whom sent 350+ in 24 hours from different email addresses–one using my cats name. Do the math. Yeah.), a person who once lied to sound more like me but when called on her rewriting history decided to try and insult me (13 texts when I awoke. Because I’d blocked her on Facebook. Thirteen. Couldn’t make it up if I tried.), etc, I have decided to write a short piece on How To Properly Insult Someone. I.e., How To Insult Someone So You Are Not Laughed At / Made To Look Like An Idiot.

RULE #1: Stick to the truth. The truth hurts.

RULE #2: If the person is better looking than you, do not attempt to insult their looks.

An example from my most recent hater, “Nobody likes a fat girl with crooked eyebrows”. (*snort* *giggle*)
This is coming from a girl whose eyes are close set (a sign of lower intelligence) and a huge man-jaw, made ever more prominent by her latest eating disorder.
First off, I chose to get fat so guys wouldn’t hit on me. Yet they still do. A lot. So that was a miss.
As for my eyebrows? I didn’t care if they were even or not.
As for why they are penciled on? See…

RULE #3: Find Our The Insultees Medical History So You Don’t Look Stupid

I had cervical cancer my last year of college, plus a few more years. My brows grow in patchy. So I pencil them. If I care, I make them even. If I’m meeting someone who had one friend til I introduced her to mine, I don’t care if they’re even.
This latest frenemy thinks I’m living in the past. If someone refers to the past, but won’t go into detail, it’s probably so you won’t be hurt…

RULE #4:  If You’re Trying To Insult Someone Who Refers to Part, But Not All Of The Past– They Are Trying To Spare You The Truth

“You’re obsessed with the past because it was the best time of your life…I’ve blocked you from my iPhone.” (Recent frenemy, once again showing lower intelligence.)

First, you’re showing your lack of intelligence by having an iPhone. The most basic research will show you the many problems with iPhone. Androids are infinitely better.
Secondly, no, my life with my son, now, is the best. HOWEVER, what I didn’t want you to know is how they were laughing AT you, not WITH you.
We would try and schedule hang-outs without you because someone would have to take care of you (tho we all knew you had to be faking it. But since everyone else was above average intelligence, we weren’t sure if things affected one if average intelligence– you– differently.)
One of the many jokes about you was if I’d kissed a boy, he’d better not get drunk around you because you had a thing for my leftovers but they had to be drunk to do you.
When we met for lunch and you said you didn’t meet up with a certain someone because you’d go at it– how many times in the first few years was he sober during the act? Did he ever take you on a date like he did with me? (BTW, I know the answers, from him. No, he’s never been sober. No date; wouldn’t want to be alone in public. Still embarrassed. Wouldn’t hook up now unless drunk and horny and first one there because you’d apparently do anyone I’ve been with.)

RULE #5: Know What You’re Talking About
Back to the frenemy. I didn’t read thru all thirteen texts but from what I read:

– you call me crazy. (Lol.) I have been in therapy, by choice, with various therapists over the years, but none for less than three years with one visit a week. All of them have declared me sane. Quite sane.
Can you say the same? (Nope.)
When I blocked you on Facebook, you texted me to tell me I was blocked from your iPhone. Yet when I used a friends phone to text you back, lmao, you said, lol, that I was crazy for using another method of response.
What does that make you for texting me when blocked on Facebook??? Lmao.
Those close set eyes give away your average IQ (nothing to be ashamed of. Someone has to be average.), so I’ll explain:
According to YOUR logic, if one is blocked on one medium and uses another, they are crazy. Like when you were blocked on Facebook and texted me, you were… (Psst. The answer is “crazy”.)

Update: despite being told I was using a friend’s phone, frenemy texted him. Something about how ” [I] win, she’s going back to [her] life! Thin”.
He called to tell me of the text and asked if “thin” was all she had and could text and tell her what a pathetic nutjob she is.
I told him not to. If thin is all she has, she is more sad and pathetic than we all thought (my friends and I).
Anyone can lose weight. I’ve been thin. I’ve been so thin that one could see the outline of my internal organs. (Tho I owe that to the cancer.)
And as fluffy as I may be, on my worst day, in my attention getting jeans, T, and sneakers, with uneven eyebrows, I still LOOK BETTER THAN YOU.
You see, your hatred and jealousy make you ugly on the inside and it shows on the outside.
Yet I don’t hate you. I pity you. If thin is all you’ve got– not your son or husband, etc– I feel bad for you.

– you made some comment about getting a job and people with fibromyalgia having jobs blah blah blah. First off, nobody with fibromyalgia has JUST fibromyalgia. Fibromyalgia ALWAYS comes with another illness.
So, let’s see, first of all, fibromyalgia is not all that is physically wrong with me. But the other things — herniated discs and such — are none of your concern.
Let’s just say with my physical disabilities, I have been unable to find a job. So I created one: I work as a freelance / ghostwriter.
Which brings me to your husband. You said he couldn’t find a job. He has no disabilities. Where’s the problem?
Oh, wait: solution.
Marry a girl with low self-esteem. Have her work to support husband AND his kids from previous relationship.
Give Low Self-esteem a kid.
Send Low Self-esteem out to work and support husband, kid with husband, and husbands kids from previous relationship.
Problem solved for husband.

– from an ex of my son’s dad: ” it must suck knowing that your dad hates you.”
(Odd. Then why does he make a point of seeing my son and I once a week? And email more often?)
“It must suck knowing that your mom hates you.”
(Hmmm… Which “mom”? Biological? The ex-stepmother who was more a mom than my own, whom I’m still in touch with despite being married to a man– not my dad–for the past two decades?)
Put those two together and you get someone throwing darts with a blindfold. (Oddly, her eyes were close together, too.)

– I cut and pasted the thirteen texts sent by frenemy so friends could read and comment. Apparently, frenemy says something about my being an ” attention whore”. Well, that really gave me a good laugh. But you know what? She must be right since it took her 6+ years to get thru a city college and she has a masters in sociology, the easiest of all studies.
But she was referring to me. The attention whore who didn’t leave her apartment for two years. The girl who got fat so guys wouldn’t hit on her. The girl who has worn jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers or Doc Martins her whole life.
Methinks someone is jealous that the girl in the last paragraph received more compliments than the frenemy in her ill-fitting dress the time they hung out.
It must suck to starve yourself, get all dressed up, and still have everyone look at the “fat chick with uneven eyebrows” and have nobody look at you.
I see where the hate comes from.

– from all three of my son’s dad’s girlfriends: “he doesn’t want you. He wants me.” Oh, please. Take him. I’ll PAY you to take him!
Each girlfriend was the same.
They’d say he doesn’t want me, move on.
I’d say, “Take him, with my apologies. I don’t want him.”
They’d say, “Then why are you all over him? He tells me everything.”
And I’d say, “So, he’s the one telling you this. But all the calls on his phone are TO me. You’re in front of MY place; I’ve NEVER been to yours.” Etc.
He’d come to me with a choice: have sex or my /our son comes home with cuts and bruises. I said, “Neither. Have sex with your girlfriend. Be a dad to your son. And tell your girl to leave me alone.”
And the truth would come out: he wanted two girls to physically fight over him. And these dumb girls would fall for it, hook, line, and sinker.

I’m sure my frenemy has given me more rules, but, honestly, I have better things to do than read all of her texts. I’ll put them in the folder with the ex-girlfriend who sent 350+ emails in 24 hours a few years ago. One day I’ll read them.
Maybe not.
All I know is Frenemy keeps emailing me and I’ve told her three times: you are harassing me. If you contact me again, I will get a restraining order.
Yup, after all this time, she’s still obsessed with me.
Sadly, even after reading this blog, the only insult she could come up with is, “Your blog with zero comments.” Lol. As if all comments are public. And, even if I had zero comments, who cares??? I don’t. Apparently she does. I guess she wants her idol to have more public comments…

Either way, the lesson you should take from this is:

RULE #1: Stick To The Truth. The Truth Hurts.

P.S. Frenemy: you know who and what you are.
When diagnosed with cancer, I removed all negativity from my life.
As I’ve told the girlfriends of my son’s dad: do not contact me again or there will be a restraining order against you.
Blessed Be.
Dee Kat

Bloomberg’s Over-Sized Idiocy

I generally try to keep my political opinions to myself, but when I read Bloomberg’s Ban on oversized drinks was going to trial, I felt it time to say something.
We all know that the “sugary drinks” (soda; juice with no real juice; etc.) are unhealthy. They are bad for us. They lead to horrible diseases to numerous to mention.
Which is why these are not “everyday” drinks. As with anything– even healthy foods– the word we need to remember is MODERATION.
At it’s heart, I think this is why Bloomberg is trying to pass this law. What he is forgetting, as he often does, is that we’re not all blessed with his wallet.
I am one of those people. When I buy an extra-large Slurpee on a hot summer day, it isn’t just for me. It is shared by two or more people. Take away the extra-large, which costs about $2, and I can’t afford to buy small drinks for three or more people at $1.25 each.
As for the movies, a family of five can easily spend over $100 for tickets, large drinks (to be shared), etc.
The point is that we are adult Americans who should be given the choice to buy sugary drinks whenever we want. For those like me, who cannot afford two small drinks (which, oddly, cost more than an extra-large), we need that option.
I appreciate Bloomberg’s attempts to make us healthier. But until Bloomberg realizes that a lot of us buy the large because it is a better deal price-wise, there will always be opponents to his proposals.
I would like to see Bloomberg live on welfare / Medicaid / food stamps, with his family, for three summer months. Then let’s see what he has to say about sugary drinks.

Kittens, Puppies, Bunnies, Oh My!

Kittens are so cute, aren’t they?
Put a bow around their neck and they make the purr-fect gift, right?
Puppies,  too.
Then there’s the cute Easter Bunny, hopping around.
Stop right there.
Kittens– like puppies, bunnies at Easter, etc– are NOT gifts. Each year thousands of unwanted kitties, pups, bunnies, etc, are abandoned, abused, killed, and put to sleep.
First, you cannot choose an animal for someone else. An ASPCA gift certificate is much better, as it gives the choice to the human to choose their companion animal.
Second, you need to take certain things into account depending on the animal. And this is not something you can do for someone else. Say you adorable little niece wants a guinea pig. So you take her to the big pet store, buy the cage, some food, bedding, and the cutest guinea pig ever! You bring it all home and wonder why your sibling is angry.
Well, even though your niece said she’d feed it and clean the cage, guess who is going to wind up doing the cleaning, feeding, and eventually playing with the guinea pig once your niece loses interest? (Guinea pigs are very social. Like a human baby, they can actually die from lack of interaction.) Then there’s the cost of bedding, proper food, etc; and did your adorable little niece even have permission to get a pet?
To reiterate: if someone you know wants a pet, make sure that person gets to choose. Otherwise, the pet might wind up in a shelter. Which isn’t fair to anyone involved.