STORMY'S MESSED-UP
MIND AT WORK
When I am dead and gone……my kids and husband will
remember to celebrate my life.  
For my life was but a party, sometimes I cried ….but for
the most part……I laughed and rejoiced!
Having a hard time getting through to
"Dear Abby?  Well, give me a shot at
your question or concerns.  I may not
have any fancy degrees, but I do have
a bit of common sense, and if nothing
else, I may at least have a smart-ass
response for you.
Email me at the link above.
(email Stormy)
John and I are of different worlds.  His religion and mine as we grew up were worlds
apart.  Yet somehow, we both ended up believing the same way.  That so long as
you believe and do your best your going to be o.k. We teach our kids that God is
there and so is Satan, and that if you do right your going to be ok, but if you  do
wrong your not.  They know about hell and they know about heaven and the know
about the possibility of reincarnation.  We try to show our kids the possibility of
everything and they can chose their belief, and whatever they choose we will
support.  

And  that brings us to this, our kids had to choose a  Christmas gift, they choose to
share one, so long as they also got to buy one gift for a needy child that may not
get one.   They were upset that our bank no longer put up the gift tree, ( where kids
can put their wish list) so  they  did not get to choose one to buy for.  Yet they
wanted to give,  so this year they will be elves were I work.  But that does not  satisfy
there need to give.  They want to give to kids, we are not rich, by any means!  We
don’t have a lot of money to spend  on  Christmas, but the fact that our kids are
willing to give up gifts to give to someone whose family may not be able to afford to
get anything …..tells us our kids are going to be o.k., they understand the true
meaning of Christmas.  Maybe even better than a lot of us adults.
Helloooooooooooo to all you great
people!!!!!!!!!!  I finally got around to
changing my page.

I want to update everyone on the job
situation.  I only thought that being an
R.A. was the best job.  
I am now an activities assistant !  I get
to make everyone smile all day long!   
My job is to  make all
The residents happy , keep them
active and  show them that life is still
good!  I love it, it means I can
Give more hugs and play more games
with all the people I care about.  

                                                                
Thanks for reading.
Hey there....for those who think I am just into my
work.....which I do believe is FANTASTIC!  I just want
you all to know I am not.  Here is my thoughts on
Pedifiles....I think you are a bunch of sick fucks!!!!   I am
a survivor of your sick games!  And I teach my family
what to do and say to help me put you in the body bags
that I think you belong in.  I don't think you belong in
jail nor do I think you belong in the shrink's office.....I
think you deserve to be buried in different pieces in
different areas of the world without going to jail and
wasting my tax dollars.  I know that you plead " I was a
victim". Hell....I survived and would never hurt a
child.........the only ones who are truly a victim are
those babies and children that you stalk!  If the pain is
too much for you to bear...do us all a favor seek help,
stay away from kids, and think..................................you
can be a victim or a survivor!  The choice is yours...so
not blame the sick fuck that hurt you... if you hurt
anouther.....cuz thats on you!
Its your choice on how you treat others...the circle
stops with you!
Like my new tatoo?