#112… How many do you know that are, Suckwads, Whack-A-Doodles & Pudknockers…

Ewoki lived to be almost 12 yrs old, losing a eye and loving his toys…

When we lived in Arkansas, we found that the house we bought was right on the edge of headaches… But we had a city cop next door… So it wasn’t all bad, but it taught us a few words living in that neighborhood in that little Arkansas town…

The above words came into play long before Arkansas… I lived on Japan, Okinawa, Italy… Spent time in Germany, Phillippines, South Korea to name a few… Traveled to lots of places and one thing they all had in common???

The words above…

We are a world of those kind of people, depending upon the day or year or decade or century… Some of it good, most of it not… Because of those kinds of people…

Did you wake up cranky today like you did after Trump’s rant???

I did, but not because of Trump, but because, many of my old injuries have been rearing their ugly head and so far, I have vacated 200 Extra strength tylenol and 80 NSAIDS since the first of the year and most of that, during the last 2 months… Stress enhances pain… I’m not stressed…

So the pain is the result of domestic violence and it is something I was warned of as a kid, they just didn’t know the injuries were man made… ie Don and Freda…

It just means… I need to work out, keep the areas that are hurting from athropy… I have so much damaged muscle and nerves and fractures… There isn’t much of my body that isn’t injured… Maybe my feet missed out on the abuse… but that’s it…

A flash of memory of Don with his 2 inch wide belt being swung at me…. Why that just flashed, probably because of the pain in my thighs, not sure… I hurt good today… Just a FYI, I have zero belts in my warddrobe… Homer has exactly 1… Belts were eliminated from my household by the time my kid hit 16… Somehow I knew, but didn’t know…

That’s amnesia… Always going with my gut instinct… That’s what saved Homer’s life…

Nothing to write about like yesterday… Yesterday was a dump load of memory hitting me… Finishing out the memories I already had… Nothing new…

Have a wonderful day, we are hitting close to a 100 on heat index and possbile rain this weekend, which we hope does not show up… We are still water rich from Arthur…

I remember..

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…