49 years ago I prepared to leave my newborn son and my 3 year old toddler and head for an adventure I had no clue, just how crazy, wild, insane or corrupt it would be… and somehow survive it all…

I had my 2nd child June 20, 1977… After a 10 month pregnancy, appendix removed at 6 months gestation, yea, go through that while pregnant and then have to carry the baby till it was 10 months old, because of that emergency surgery, that didn’t need done… (That event was my first heads up about the adhesions attacking my small intestines and that is Tort Claim #1 against the federal governement, see early blog)…

So, I leave my kids with my sister as my husband wanted nothing to do with dealing with the kids, needless to say, that marriage didn’t last a year…

Off to basic I go, have to take emergency leave because my sister miscarried and oh my the world was ending because of that and it made my time at Basic a few weeks longer and again it was a clue about my family and how self centered the women in it are and boy howdy are they self centered!!!!

So why the write??? Nothing paticular popping up… Just wandering back into the past and seeing how much of my edetic memory is still there… Some things I can see 100% and other things are just a wisp of memory that had little or no value to anything going on but life for that day and it’s value, just living…

Reorganizing my brain to think and look at life in a different perspective is something that has been going on since I was a child, but you throw in over 20 brain injuries and my world, hasn’t exactly been calm, quiet or condusive to living life… Maybe existing, but not really living it… (I say that because I have been so wrapped up in fighting my way back, I missed out on a lot of life and I am playing catchup on my knowledge… you can be a genius and still not know anything…)…

It would be within a year of my assignment at Vance AFB I would be gang raped in 1978 by a group of officer’s at a off base party… that memory is clouded in drugs, because of the drink they gave me was loaded…

My brain doesn’t remember the rapes, but my body did and I had surgery done to correct the damage done…

Yea, officer and gentlement my ass… They are men and they raped because they could and then they proceeded to spread the most viscious lies about this mother of 2…

It went downhill from there during my assignment at Vance… Then my kid gets raped on base… (see early blog)

I wish I could say my service was everything I hoped, but after the rape a year into my service… I knew… man and it’s god was the most vile creatures to walk this earth and I gave birth to 2 boys and believe me when I say… Respect for them is very lacking… They are so much like their biological fathers… (which is why the daddy’s are not in my life)… But they are my sons and I love them, but respect… Well my WILL will reflect how much respect I have for our kids and grankids and the charities will get more than the kids will and that is a fact…

Not a lot going on in my brain this morning or lately… I find myself enjoying my days, even when it is boring as hell, but watching and looking and enjoying life and isn’t that what it is all about???

Learned all I need to know about Homer’s fancy truck and have it all set for my driving…

I don’t like talking appliances and now the truck talks to me…

Ya know I don’t have my Iphone linked to any appliance and I only have the thing linked via USB on the truck… Last thing I want is my damn phone to tell me shit that I already know!!!

Homer removed all the dead trees and we are making sure no hiding places near the house for any kind of snakes…

We have everything… So far I have seen a ribbon, water moccasion, Indigo or Black racer and water snake… We have numerous venomous and I hope they stay out of the yard… Yesterday found a ribbon snake in the yard, they eat those tiny frogs I post about sometimes…

Homer is doing okay, we have good and bad days and as long as he isn’t slidding into oblivion, we are maintaining… my tongue on the other hand, can be a bit sharp… It is a lesson, I can never forget as he lives with this dementia…

The pups are thriving… Trying to teach Dewbey that his constant barking needs to go outside, my voice is failing trying to out vocalize him… but we are making progress… The pups are a joy, expensive as we are finding out, but still, a joy…

As for the melancholy about the military… I am proud of my service and I enjoyed my job as a dental tech and I enjoyed Honor guard and my volunteer work…

I didn’t enjoy being raped or my kids being nearly murdered on Vance AFB… Coverup has never stopped as American’s are now finding out…

As for my journey out of amnesia… It is still plodding along and once in a while something hits to write about, but lately… other than the truck freaking me out on it’s costs… Life is good, expensive, but good…

I remember…

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