Ethel!!!!!!!!

Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors.

Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic the other residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.

One day Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched.

"STOP!," he shouted in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?"

Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him.

"OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.

As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?"

Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said "On your way, Ma'am."

As Ethel neared the final corridor, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, Butt- Naked, and holding his "You-Know-What" in his hand.

"Oh, good grief," yelled Ethel, "Not that Damn Breathalyzer Test again!"

(NOW I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, THAT'S FUNNY)

Dale Edward Carey

Dale Edward Carey

Born: January 9th, 1932
Died: September 1st, 2008


Dale will join his wife, Marie, of over 50 years who also passed away not too long ago. He is survived by his 3 children, Scott, Dave and Lisa. He is also survived by his grandchildren.

The thing that will always stick out in my mind is Dale's smile. I really don't remember a time when he wasn't smiling. He loved people. He loved being around people and having people around him.

Dale was a Veteran of the Korean War. I remember he walked in most every parade with other veterans from the area. He was very proud of the time he spent serving his country.

I will add more once I have spoken to the family.

Photos

Kyle and Nick on the Farris Wheel at Mall of America.The next 2 are of Nick and Kyle on the log flume ride. Kyle is praying for his life as Nick shoots him in the back of the head. How they did this going down the big drop I don't understand. I would have been screaming bloody Mary.

The sunrise the other day from Ankeny.

Same sunrise.

Another of the same, just more blurry. I was driving and used my cellphone. DUH!

The sun St Louis just before it started to rain.

I was driving home from work. This is over the West side of Ankeny.l

Umm,, yeah

Samantha

We might put Samantha to sleep this Saturday. I'm trying really hard to not cry or show her I'm upset. She's laying on the floor beside me sleeping. I think she's dreaming. Her front leg keeps pulling back and her paws keep moving.

LOVE YOU SAMMY!!!

I don't give a fuck!!!!!!!!!!!

I keep thinking==there's something you should know==there's something you should know.

I'm not sure what that's all about.

I wonder what life would be like without screaming?!?! Would I want to scream just to break the monotony? Sometimes when I'm driving I will just scream and scream. I kind of wish I were driving right now.

I used to have dreams where everything was the same. Everything was either black or white and all the shades of gray between the two. Imagine Leave it to Beaver, only there was nothing funny or amusing about it. The men ALL left for work at the same time. The cars were white and backed out of the driveways at the same time. One white car after another. All the houses were a gleaming white.

This doesn't seem horrible at first, however you must know, I had this dream quite often.

What if nothing ever changed? What if all your belongings and habits were the same as your neighbors? One husband. One wife. One son. One daughter. Oh, and remember the perfect little puppy that never gets bigger and never barks. I'm drifting.............

I was crying earlier. My eyes still burn. I feel wasted.

Right now I'm listening to Wanda Sykes: Sick & Tired. It some funny shit. Almost everything she's said is right on with what I believe. Real!!!

My dad and I used to joke about how my little brother was going to end up in Dear Lodge(prison) and my mother in Warm Sprints(mental hospital). It turns out I was the one that nearly ended up in Warm Springs.

I was close.

My therapist and psychiatrist recommended I be admitted to Steven's House, which is a transition/safe house. People go there if they don't feel safe or if they feel they are going to harm themselves or someone else but are still able to take care of themselves to some degree. And then there are the straight up mental cases.

I was sent to Steven's house because I was changing medications and people were afraid I was going to harm myself. I was going to harm myself!

The house wasn't horrible. The staff was nice enough. The problem was, they took all belongings away from you. They took my chocolate. They kept my cigarettes. I had to ask for a cigarette every time I wanted to go out, which was every fucking minute because I was so nervous and scared.

I had to ask permission to take a shower and then I wasn't allowed to shave, which I suppose is understandable because of the razors. But seriously, how the fuck am I going to kill myself with one of those Bic razors? I'd have to cut myself so many fucking times. Give me a break.

Oh another thing. They took our fucking shoe laces. WTF???!!!??! I'm going to hang myself with my shoe laces? I suppose people have tried and even succeeded, but seriously, logically, is a shoe lace going to really strangle you? It would take too fucking long. You'd have to be knocked out so you wouldn't be able to remove the fucking thing.

Drop dead Fred!!

I only stayed at the house for a few days. I threw a tantrum of sorts until the doctors and therapists decided to let me leave ADA(against doctors advice). I'm sure I looked like a real mental case myself.

I'm

Tired

Good

Night

Mother

Fuckers

St Louis

Albert Pujols Mannie Ramirez
The Arch from the North side
My DAMN sunburn!!