what is this girl talking about?

Making Strides

alex_wench — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 18:42:15 GMT

Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Dear Co-workers, Friends and Family, This year, hundreds of thousands of people will hear the words,"You have breast cancer," and there's a good chancethat some of them will be people we know and love. I have chosen tofight back against this disease and help make a difference byparticipating in the 2008 Richmond, VA American Cancer Society MakingStrides Against Breast Cancer walk, and I hope you will join me. Making Strides Against Breast Cancer is our opportunity to honor andcelebrate breast cancer survivors, educate women about early detectionand prevention, and raise money to fund lifesaving research andsupport programs to help fight breast cancer. But Making Strides ismore than just the name of a walk, it describes the amazing progresswe can make if we work together to defeat this disease. Below is a link to my personal page. I hope you will visit mysite and sign up to join my team. If you prefer, you can start yourown team, sign up to walk as an individual, or make a donation. Hopestarts with me and it can continue with you. Please join my team andwalk with us to experience an incredible day of inspiration and toprovide hope for all people facing breast cancer. To donate now, use this link to visit my personal page http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCBlueprint?px=8147758&pg=personal&fr_id=11740 Sincerely, EmilyGleason 2007 MSABC Icon (15pxl) View the American Cancer Society Privacy Policy and StateFundraising Notices. http://www.cancer.org/docroot/SU/su_0.asp http://www.cancer.org/docroot/SU/content/SU_1_6_State_Fundraising_Notices.asp?sitearea=SU

Re Blogging this to help my friend

alex_wench — Fri, 09 May 2008 05:58:32 GMT

""""This Sunday (Mother’s Day), I will be walking in the Susan G. Komen Pittsburgh Race for the Cure® in memory of those I’ve lost, and in celebration of those who’ve survived the fight against breast cancer. If you are able, please join me in the fight by making a pledge in support of my participation in the Race. Your tax-deductible contribution will fund innovative outreach and awareness programs for medically undeserved communities in Pittsburgh and national breast cancer research. Whatever you can give will help! I truly appreciate your support! You can donate online here: http://race.pittsburghraceforthecure.org/site/TR/Race/General?px=1303230&pg=personal&fr_id=1060 Thank you so much for your time and support in the fight against breast cancer! Every step counts! Sincerely, Daneia (Shari) If you prefer to mail in your contribution, please mail to: Komen Pittsburgh Race for the Cure 1133 South Braddock Avenue Pittsburgh, PA 15218 Please identify that your donation is in support of my participation. More information on the Komen Pittsburgh Race for the Cure® and its programs can be found at www.pittsburghraceforthecure.org/i...l.

lost along the way..

alex_wench — Fri, 02 May 2008 23:05:28 GMT

Cait. So much is different. So much is the same. We miss you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DXCHa9BYfE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJHgMD1S0bg

Jan 14, 2005

alex_wench — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 21:11:01 GMT

There are some events in your life that change who you are and how you deal with the things that happen. the week of January 14th 2005 was defiantly one of those times. Three years. Three fucking years now and I still have her number in my cell phone. Do I really think she is going to call? I think I may still need to call her from time to time. this friendship with this often difficult woman came out of the blue, some chance conversations at a few events and soon the vodka soaked battle cry of "Mountain DDDEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW" came to life. We spend hours talking, both in person and on the phone, she would just decide to drive down to Richmond on a whim and would just knock on my door, sometimes staying for days. Each time was a blast. We were having a girls weekend in late spring of 2000 and during that weekend we pulled out the tarot cards and did reading for fun, two things stand out from that reading, the first was for me saying that in the second half of the year I would find love in a person I least expected (as many of you know Todd and I started our relationship in Aug 2000) score one for the cards; the second was to her, they said that she was about to face the hardest challenge of her life - later that summer they found the first of the cancer. Fucking cards. She fought harder than the boldest warrior to ever grace a battlefield. Her intense intelligence drove her to research new treatment methods and put them in front of her doctors, her perseverance is probably the reason she was able to fight for as long as she did. On Monday the 11th of Jan, Mym called me to tell me that she had been contacted to find me to drop the news that Talia had two weeks to live. Her cell phone had gotten wet and my phone numbers were stored there. She had apparently been asking for me for days, that makes me sad, knowing that she needed me all that time and I was here, doing nothing important with my petty little life, while hers was ticking away. This part blends into my current issues to work out with Caits death. I was here, not there, here. I wanted to come. I asked to come, if I should. And then it's too late. No goodbyes, no I love yous, no nothing, just gone. But I digress. I met up with Ana and Mym and showed up to M and Talia's house to a yard of people (including all the girls) there to help, not really any clue how, but there and willing to do anything. I was there no less than five mins. and I was dragged into the house with the words "you need to get in here" trailing into my ears. Shaking to the point of my teeth chattering I walked into the room and put on the biggest smile I could muster and looked her in the eyes. Two things happened in that moment - she smiled and Minimal, who was holding her upright on the bed, began to cry - it was on the most moving moments in my life. He later told me that in that smile he felt this wave of relief come over him, he knew that now that I was there, everything was going to be ok. The next few days are blurry in parts, I know that most of us slept less than an hour or two for days. I know M had not slept much in weeks. We lived by the 15 min time limit we had on her morphine pack, someone was there to hit the button without fail. Her last 12 hours were hard, both on her and us, she worked so hard to not to give up. I sat with her as she passed, I made deals with her, told her I would dance the war for her, I would keep my promise to make sure that her husband didn't end up dead or in jail, promises to myself to get through this. Her pulse and breathing went erratic and she slowly began to loose the fight, as I felt the last bits of electric spark flicker in her wrist I hurried down the hall to wake up the sleeping giant to try and find the words to tell him to come down the hall with me. Some time later I was able get out of the house and go hide in the back yard cigarette shed we had set up in the back yard and was capable of calling Mym to came to my rescue and did hardcore friend level things without a moment of hesitation, she looked so cool and clam on the outside and just kept working; feeding off of that I was able to make it through the next several hours. It all skips along after that, drinking, smoking, tears, sleep, numbness, Todd finally getting to me giving me the emotional ability to not have to be so strong, the funeral. That was a hard one for all of us, I could have not been prouder of my family then that day, all of us in a huddled circle, keeping me warm with my lack of winter coat, and holding me up and holding each other, and singing "Rainbow Connection" and "American Pie" with me and with everyone. Those songs still kill me. Especially since she kept singing parts of "American Pie" and make M and I sing the rest of the lyric. Such a ho like that. I don't know, I think you get to a point where you have to see the small silver bits to life or the colossal bullshit can really get you down. After her death I could only do a few things at any steady pace, I went to school (straight A's that semester, she would have kicked my ass otherwise) & I made tassels, hundreds of them. Who knows how we ever feel better after this kind of shit. When is the time when it stops? Who says it ever does? I do know that it does get easier, the tight chest pains subside, the panic fades, you start to laugh more at memories than cry & sometimes you do both. Real friends have no limits. Love gives you the power to keep going. Unspoken belief in each other makes us strong. If you have never heard this song you should: Give Me Novocain Take away the sensation inside Bitter sweet migraine in my head Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind I can't take this feeling anymore Drain the pressure from the swelling, The sensations overwhelming, Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright Tell me that I won't feel a thing So give me Novocain Out of body and out of mind Kiss the demons out of my dreams I get the funny feeling, that's alright Jimmy says it's better than air, I'll tell you why Drain the pressure from the swelling, The sensations overwhelming, Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright Tell me that I won't feel a thing, So give me Novocain Oh Novocain Drain the pressure from the swelling, The sensations overwhelming Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright Tell me Jimmy I won't feel a thing, So give me Novocain From American Idiot - Green Day

Happy Happy

alex_wench — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 10:22:28 GMT

The pure hate and evil in the world is amazing...

alex_wench — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 05:16:43 GMT

Woman Wants Accused Torturers to 'Fry' By SHAYA TAYEFE MOHAJER,AP Posted: 2007-10-24 14:00:13 Filed Under: Crime News CHARLESTON, W.Va. (Oct. 23) - Megan Williams thought she was going to a party. That is why she tagged along with a woman she says she hardly knew, up a remote West Virginia hollow to a run-down trailer surrounded by beer cans and broken-down furniture. "But there wasn't no party," Williams told the Associated Press in one of her first public interviews since the arrest of six people now accused of becoming her captors. "I realized I'd made a bad mistake." For days, the 20-year-old black woman was allegedly tortured, beaten, forced to eat feces - rat, dog and human - and raped by six white men and women who held her until Sept. 8. A passer-by heard cries from the shed where she had been kept, and Logan County sheriff's deputies found her hours later. Seated in a rocking chair in her mother's living room, about 50 miles from that shed, the slight woman says she was outnumbered by people who just wanted to hurt a black person. "They just kept saying 'This is what we do to niggers down here'," she recalls. "I just hope they fry for what they did to me. That's really all I got to say," she says when asked what should become of her captors. West Virginia does not have a state death penalty, but the six could spend the rest of their lives in prison if convicted of rape and kidnapping charges. Kidnapping carries a possible life sentence in West Virginia. Sexual assault is a crime punishable by up to 35 years in prison. Williams and her family want the torture prosecuted as a hate crime, but no such charges have been filed by state or federal prosecutors. In West Virginia, a hate crime carries only a 10-year maximum penalty. Prosecutors also say hate crime charges could complicate their case. Hate crimes are typically prosecuted in situations involving strangers, they say, and Williams knew one of the suspects before her captivity. Megan's adoptive mother, Carmen Williams, says her daughter was trusting. "She's a little slow, so it's kinda hard for her to comprehend sometimes," she said. "So I think that played a big part in it." Carmen Williams will not disclose Megan's IQ but says she is "not at full capacity." When Megan Williams does detail her alleged torture, it comes in fits. Horrifying, disjointed memories of all that she allegedly endured spill forth while she fidgets and frowns. "They braided some switches together and beat me across the back when I was pickin' peas out the field. They tore my clothes off of me and everything, and then they took me up to the lake and they said that was the place they were going to cut my throat and throw me in, and I was never coming back to see my family again," she said. She looks off into the distance at the end of each recollection. She often falls quiet, reverting to yes and no answers. At times she reaches up to touch her scalp, where her hair was cut off and yanked out during her ordeal. For legal and mental health reasons, there are some details Williams has been advised not to discuss, such as the timeline of her captivity, the more graphic details of her experience and what, if any relationship she had with the defendants before the assaults. However, suspects in the case outline a series of sexual crimes. Statements from Frankie Brewster and her son Bobby Brewster allege that Williams was forced to perform oral sex on Frankie Brewster under threat of death, that she was forced to perform oral sex on Danny Combs at knifepoint, that she was made to lick their toes, raped and humiliated. It was that fear that led her to cut her duct-tape constraints with a knife she ferreted away, and hang her tiny arms out of the small window of the shed she was kept in, yelling for help. Williams says "a guy named Eddie" heard her calls, and she believes he called for help. Within hours, deputies responded to an anonymous tip, and came to the Brewster trailer asking for Williams by name. She has no doubt that if the police had not shown up, she would be dead. Charges against the six suspects are expected to go before a grand jury in January. The defendants are: Bobby Brewster, 24; mother Frankie Brewster, 49; Combs, 20; Karen Burton, 46; Burton's daughter, Alisha Burton, 23; and George A. Messer, 27. A coalition of civil rights organizations and black leaders are now uniting behind the Williams family, and it is receiving legal counsel from Black Lawyers for Justice co-founder Malik Shabazz. "This case deserves national concern and national outrage," Shabazz said. "Megan Williams' case is 10 times, maybe 50 times, worse than what happened in Jena, Louisiana." Hundreds are expected to attend a hate crime awareness march in Charleston on Nov. 3, an event endorsed by civil rights activist Rev. Al Sharpton, Nation of Islam Minister Louis Farrakhan, the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, the National Conference of Black Mayors and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. On the Internet, a Facebook.com group supporting Williams has more than 230,000 members. Healing, however, has been a slow process. Williams has received hundreds of cards and gifts from as far away as Iraq. She hopes to use donations to her trust fund to obtain a high school diploma and attend university. She speaks of becoming a nurse's assistant. She is slowly gaining weight, and her face lights up when asked about her favorite food. "Ribs," she says, grinning. Then she looks to her mother and laughs. Yet there are large scabs on her left leg, where her ankle was cut and her thigh was stabbed three times. She walks with a slight limp. The nights are still difficult, she says, as memories of the abuse she suffered come in the form of terrifying dreams. Thankfully, she usually awakens to find her mother lying next to her. Copyright 2007 The Associated Press. The information contained in the AP news report may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or otherwise distributed without the prior written authority of The Associated Press. All active hyperlinks have been inserted by AOL. 2007-10-24 09:04:37

if you have a few seconds...

alex_wench — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 22:35:10 GMT

... help my family help a lot of people. Joyce (my adopted sister) runs the Southern Virginia Child Advocacy chapter, it is located in Rocky Mount/Roanoke Virginia area and if you have every lived or traveled there you know that resources are very limited. Joyce stands up in court representing children who have been verbally/mentally abused, prostituted at a young age, seen/been part of violent crimes, raped, abandoned, and a countless number of unthinkable things so they have a voice and a hand to hold that won't hurt them. If you can please follow the instructions below and vote for their organization to win the funding. Thanks in advance, Alex _______________________________________________________________________________________ """"We continue to work so very hard to make the new Southern VA CAC a reality. We recently submitted a grant application to Hamburger Helper - Please review our application and comment your support. We have asked for $15,000 to assist with our building project Go to www.myhometownhelper.com At the top of the page you will see "Find a Project". Click on it. That will bring you to a search site. It says "any state," and has a blank box. Click search and look for Rocky Mount, VA - child advocacy center building project. Click on our request. This will bring up our request. Go to the bottom of that page and enter the requested information, along with your comment. Then make sure you read the disclaimer box directly below the comment box and agree to abide by their disclaimers; otherwise it will not allow you to post. Thanks and keep your fingers crossed. Also, share this with others who might support our project. Joyce Moran Executive Officer Southern VA Child Advocacy Center Rocky Mount, VA 24151 540-484-5566"""""""""""

Our Pennsic Party Yall!

alex_wench — Tue, 10 Jul 2007 16:16:13 GMT

Ladies and gentleman once again the Lusty Wenches have cooked up a very intriguing brew! Are you brave enough to eat the fruit? Bring your mug, your ID for the bar & maybe some coin for the beautiful wenches & let’s have a great night! We are located on E17 (Old Tuchux Hill) at the corner of Hill Road and Good Intentions, near the Chalkman, all the way in the back corner by the highway. All types of drummers & dancers are more than welcome. *Note: no bardic stuff* And remember, parties at war are what you make them, if you don’t have fun, it’s your own damn fault!  Sunday Night, August 5th starting around 9pm (dark & drunk time)