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…are my dogs the ONLY dogs Frontline doesn’t work on???

Jesus Christ, I swear fleas are like terrorists!!

Damn Right They Should Suffer Jail House Threats

Hell..

I’d be threatening myself if I had the chance to.

I don’t know if you heard about this story or not but apparently this 81 year old woman.. who lived in a second floor apartment with her daughter, son in law and three 20-something grandkids was left in a recliner.. soaked in her own body waste.. with open sores and all kind of other nasty stuff.

This is the article written by Brian Fraga of SouthCoastToday.Com:

FALL RIVER — The Fall River grandmother who prosecutors say was left by her relatives to lie on a recliner, soaking in her own blood and waste for more than a month, died Thursday at St. Anne’s Hospital in Fall River.

Mary M. Araujo, formerly of 161 Lonsdale St. in Fall River, died on her 81st birthday.

Five relatives who lived with the victim in an apartment are already in custody, charged with permitting serious injury to an elderly or disabled person.

Assistant District Steven E. Gagne said earlier this week — while Araujo was still on life support — that the charges against them could be upgraded to murder or manslaughter if the victim died.

The Bristol County District Attorney’s Office said Thursday no determination had been made on whether to upgrade the charges.

“Because the investigation into this matter remains open and pendng, no further comment will be made at this time,” said Gregg Miliote, spokesman for the Bristol County District Attorney’s Office.

An autopsy is scheduled to be conducted today by the state Medical Examiner’s Office.

Meanwhile, the family members charged with neglecting Araujo have been placed in protective custody at the Dartmouth House of Corrections after a growing number of threats against them from inmates.

The Cabrals — Araujo’s daughter Karen, her husband Duarte and three sons, ages 21-28 — were removed this week from the general population and locked in individual cells for their own safety, said Bernard Sullivan, spokesman for the Bristol County Sheriff Department.

“The correctional staff became aware of a growing undercurrent of threats and tension,” Sullivan said.

The Cabrals are scheduled to return Aug. 25 to Fall River District Court.

Prosecutors said Araujo was allegedly left alone on a recliner for more than a month, soaking in her own urine, feces and blood.

When police and paramedics found her Saturday at the family home on Lonsdale Street, they said Araujo was covered with bedsores so severe that they exposed tendons and bone, her bloodstream was infected and she was unconscious.

The woman had several infected ulcers, resulting in a bacterial infection to her bloodstream. Facial hair had grown to a length of 1 inch around her mouth. Her fingernails and toenails had grown to the point they curled back toward her foot, prosecutors said.

Authorities said the woman had little contact with the outside world and had not left the family apartment in two years.

Police learned of the woman’s plight after the victim’s relatives called 911 Saturday to report she had lost consciousness. The woman was taken by ambulance to St. Anne’s Hospital, which notified Fall River police and Bristol Elder Services.

The woman lived in the apartment with the five defendants, prosecutors said.

Karen Cabral, 49, and Duarte Cabral, 51, were arrested by Fall River police on charges of permitting serious injury to an elderly or disabled person. They are both held on $20,000 bail.

Their three adult children — Corey Cabral, 21, Scott Cabral, 24, and Keith Cabral, 28 — also face charges of abusing an elderly person and remain in custody.

The defendants said through their attorneys that they did not neglect the grandmother, some adding that Araujo was a proud woman who refused help and up until recently had been able to take care of herself.

Now I ask you…

Really?

REALLY?

Five people are living in an apartment and nobody.. NOBODY.. does anything about bed sores and ulcers and 1″ hair growth and nails so long that they curl under because she was a PROUD woman?

If she was a proud woman.. do ya think she’d want to be that way??

Was there not an unbearable stench? Even is she WAS proud, what kind of people are you that you live like that? What did you do? Hang car freshener’s off her??

Here’s this 81 year old woman who probably worked herself to the bone to provide for this simple ass daughter and this is the thanks she gets? To go out of this world without the dignity that she deserved?

I mean, WHAT the FUCK people!!!!!

To me, their punishment should be to get exactly what they gave her.. sit in their own piss and shit with sores and ulcers and a bacterial infection.

Can you tell how pissed off I am??

Too fucking ridiculous!

All You Can Eat.. But Not Enough Time To Do It

Is is me or do all Chinese Buffets look the same..???

So yesterday, I got together with two really, really good friends that I used to work with.

You know how people say, “.. we’ll get together?” or “.. keep in touch!!” or “.. we’re going to misssssssss you!!’ but they you don’t.. and they don’t.. and half the time you can’t remember someone’s name let alone miss them..

But these two gals, Cass and Chica became more then co-workers.. we became really good friends.

And so every once in a while we make it a point to get together for dinner somewhere in the middle between them and me.

Yesterday we made plans to meet a local Chinese Buffet that is WAY more then a Chinese buffet food wise.

It has everything.. and even though they have a more then usual assortment of more then the same old kinds of seafood dishes, there’s always something that I can eat. Seafood makes me blow up like a puffer fish and spasm on the ground.

Ok.

TMI.

I understand.

Anyway.. so yesterday we meet up for dinner and it’s early. Something like 4:30. Hell.. most people aren’t even home from WORK yet. I say that because the place was empty. Only about three other tables were full beside ours.

Now, I don’t know about you.. but buffets make a HUGE profit off of me because I really don’t eat a lot. Generally one place with a sample of six or seven things and then a second plate of fruit. :: I don’t know what that red stuff is they put on their bananas but it’s freakin’ AWESOME ::

This was the first time Cass and Chica were there so I got the stuff I wanted and then sat back down at the table and waited for them. It took them about five or so more minutes for them to sit but when they did, we got to catching up. And you know.. food was secondary on our thoughts.

Chica had recently bought a new truck .. her daughters were in Puerto Rico for the summer with their grandparents and she was making us laugh about this guy that she met.. and that other guy she went out with recently who’s sending her text messages telling her how he couldn’t live without her and wants to move her and her daughters to Texas.

Funny stuff.. especially because Chica has the same attitude and sarcastic wit that I do .. only with a heavy PR accent.

Cass has been fighting breast cancer and horrendous arthritis .. she had a double masectomy.. recently had reconstructive surgery.. both her hair and eyelashes are growing in .. her mom’s Alzheimer’s is getting worse… just a lot of stuff. But Cass handles it with humor and wit and we were rolling over in hysterics trading stories.

But we weren’t eating.

And the two waitress’ that were standing at the station behind our table noticed.

They kept on coming over to the table to see if there were dishes that need to be bussed or drinks that needed to be filled.

We finally figured that we better eat and get more plates so that they would leave us alone.

We did.. and the same thing happened.

But you know me.. I don’t take to that kind of pressure nicely.. ESPECIALLY because there weren’t people waiting for a table. If the place was busy, that’s one thing. In those cases, I usually just down my food and get the hell out of there.

So we’re talking.. laughing.. eating.. and even before we even made a DENT in our second plates, the waitress came over with the check.

Without Fortune Cookies.

Talk about saying “fuck you”.. huh?

No Fortune Cookies???

But we’re talking and eating and nibbling this and nibbling that and before you know it, the food is gone and we’re still sitting there talking.. and talking.. and talking.

The woman at the cash register kept looking over and the waitress’ kept buzzing around and finally we were like,  “.. we better get out of here.”

So we paid and left and honestly, I didn’t remember to leave a tip. I swear it wasn’t intentional.. we we’re just engrossed and it didn’t happen. I don’t have any excuse for that, tho. As much as they were pressuring us to leave, I wouldn’t purposely NOT leave a tip.. especially at some place I like going to.

Now we’re outside sitting on their benches yaking away.. and away.. and away.

Cass is starting to get stomach pains and gets ready to leave because she doesn’t want to have an accident in her pants on the way home.

She was wearing white pants so it’s completely understandable!

But OMG! She left her sun glasses at the table. We start laughing because no one wants to go back in there but finally they both vote for me because.. well.. I really don’t give a shit.

So I go up to the desk and say to Cashier Girl, “.. I left my sunglasses at the table.” making a motion that I was going to go over there and get them because I didn’t want her to think that I was bypassing protocol and seating myself.

She gets ballistic on me NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU NO LEAF NO THING!! TABLE CLEARED! TABLED CLEARED!

I have expected Ninja’s to drop from the ceiling the way she was acting.

So I was like, “.. No. Really. The glasses are at the table.”

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FIND NO THING. TABLE CLEARED!! TABLE CLEARED!!

Find.. whatever.. I’ll buy Cass another pair of freakin’ sunglasses.

So I go back outside and tell Cass. She wanted to let it go but because her eyelashes are still growing in and it was the time of day when driving in the sun is brutal, she was afraid that her eyes would tear too much and she’d cause a 980 car pile up on the highway.

So she goes back in and a few minutes later, she came out with her sunglasses. She tells me that they did have a pair behind the counter that were actually, nicer then hers but she went over to the table and found hers on the floor underneath.

We all got a good laugh out of it but it got me wondering… are ALL chinese buffets that way or just mine?

Probably just mine, huh?

The Shoe Whore

… so I mentioned a few posts back that I was going to start another blog dedicated to my love of shoes.

Ok.. LOVE is a huge understatement but you get the idea.

Jean from Jean Has Been Shopping was over the top awesome and made a banner for the site:

Jean Knows Me Sooooo Well

Click on the banner to jump on over and check it out..

Leave comments.. tell me how wonderful I am.. how you’re amazed at the fount of knowledge I’ve amassed in this little pea brain of mine!!

No serious.. would love to hear your feedback and by all means… pass the sight along to everyone you know who’s a Shoe Whore.

We are legion!!!

Weed Gets Out Of Rehab .. And Promptly Gets Arrested Again (almost)!

Ok.. so this time it wasn’t really his fault AND had nothing to do with drugs or alcohol.

I KNOW!! Can you believe it????

Anyway.. so yesterday Weed got out of rehab. Nobody KNEW he was getting out of rehab except the crack whore. But so be it .. at least I didn’t have to go and pick him up.

So she drops him off at the store to get something to eat.

He was in the store for a whole 10 minutes before he left saying that he had do his laundry :: which, btw, I’m doing right now as I type this :: As he’s walking out, he said to me, “.. Oh. Look what my mom found” and shows me this:

That’s a Blackberry Curve in case you didn’t know.

Now, let me explain this.

The Crack Whore has a habit of stealing finding expensive things. Like the time she “found” this iPod for Spaz just in time for his birthday.

She works for a cleaning company.. which, yknow, if you have a JOB then I really don’t understand how you still quality for welfare and food stamps but who am I to say, right? I mean, I’m only struggling to pay my bills and support my family the old fashioned way.

Ok.. way off topic. Sorry.

So Weed shows me the Blackberry and says that the service is turned off. Having a Blackberry once, I told him that there really isn’t anything you can do about it.. especially if it was reported STOLEN because really, if someone steals your phone.. or even if you LOSE your phone.. a normal person is going to report it to their cell carrier.

But anyway.. so he leaves and me and Chief wind up going to the wholesaler’s and then I go home to dye my hair and take a shower because I’m going out to dinner with my girlfriends.

About 7:15 or so, my cell rings. I’m driving so I don’t get a chance to look at the number first ‘cuz, yknow, I don’t answer my phone if I don’t recognize the number.

So I say hello and I get back, “.. Um, Leese. Are you anywhere near [such and such location] because I really need you to come down here because I’m going to get arrested.”

Excuse FUCKING me???

The kid is sobbing, “.. I didn’t do anything. I SWEAR!!”

Didn’t do WHAT for Christ’s sake???

Before he had a chance to answer, a police man got on the phone, “.. this is Dudly DooRight of the [some other town’s] police department.”

Look, Officer DooRight.. I’m driving on 95 right now and there’s no shoulder so I’m going to put you on speaker and you’re GOING TO TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON before I get a GODDAMN ticket for driving on the phone.

He tells me that my son .. EXCUSE ME, NOT MY SON.. STEP SON.. CONTINUE.. He tells me that my STEP son went into the T-Mobile store with a stolen Blackberry and tried to have service put on it. The desk person, who saw that that the phone was stolen on their computer then called the police.

Ahhhhhhh…

I tell him that I’m about 20 minutes away and could they PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE not do anything with him until I get there because there is a HUGE misunderstanding. I even offer to stop and get them donuts and coffee.

Dudley goes for it.. but declines the coffee and donuts. That might be considered a bride.

Ok. Whatever.

So I hang up with him and immediately call Chief but he’s somewhere between the store and home and doesn’t have a cell phone which, I think, it’s reasons like THIS that makes him not want one and not the excuse that we can’t afford another bill.

Then I call the Crack Whore.. and of course, she doesn’t answer her phone.

I finally get down to where Weed and the police are.

Weed’s all huddled in the corner like a wet blob.. head in his hands sobbing.

I find Dudley and explain to him that he just got out of rehab like 8 HOURS AGO.. his mother, the crack whore, had found this phone and gave it to him. I know for a fact that he didn’t steal it but don’t know for a fact if SHE stole it because she’s been known to do stuff like that in the past. But in THIS case.. he really didn’t do anything at all.

To further make my case, I called the crack whore again and left her message saying:

Yea.. you know that Blackberry you found and gave to Weed? He’s THISCLOSE to getting arrested for stealing it so I suggest the next time you FIND something.. just leave it the hell where it is or DON’T GIVE IT TO YOUR FUCKING KIDS.

Dudley was still a little suspicious but the other cop that was there seemed to realize that I was being on the up and up so they let Weed go.

When we got in the car, I didn’t say anything. He thanks me for going to get him and for verifying what he had already told the police.

I said, “.. yknow. When are you going to realize that nothing good comes out of anything your mother FINDS? Because really, if you were smart, you would have tried to sell it and anyway..where did you get the money to have a phone activated?”

He said that she gave him the money and I’m like.. great. She couldn’t give you money while you were in rehab to do your laundry or get you a phone card or for the vending machines but she can for this? Is it me or is there something wrong with this picture?

I don’t think I’ll ever understand.. honestly, I don’t.