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Here's a little synopsis of my story. I hope I don't scare people away LOL

This is before I get clean and sober in 1986

Living in the streets is starting to take its toll on me. With winter here everyone is running for shelter. And the shelters are full and there is a waiting list. So I had no choice but to live in the streets. I’m not eating anymore. I have gotten to the point in my alcoholism food is not important. Any money I have is to buy the next drink. Drinking is destroying my mind and body. I lost a tremendous amount of weight. Since being kick out of the shelter I haven’t showered, shave or change my clothes in weeks. But if you ask me, In the deep denial of my current state of mind, I look great. I have taken to panhandling on the street corners for change and drinking cheep wine. A pint of thunderbird for $1.25 how can you beat that. To be truthful, In my condition, I would drink anything to avoid going into delirium tremors. If I didn’t have enough booze in my body I would start having hallucination. When I did hallucinate I began to hear voices and accept them as death omens. My shakes have become so bad I have to hold the bottle with both of hands to take a drink. I am slowly drinking myself to death. I don’t care about life anymore. I would sleep during the day. If I got any sleep at all. The streets are to dangerous to sleep during the nights. At night is where the action is and when I made most of my money panhandling.

To fight off from going into delirium tremors and control my shakes. The minute I woke up I would hustle up enough change and run to the liquor store to buy me a cheep bottle of wine. As soon I had a couple of bottles of wine in me, I could go out and start panhandling again. I panhandle day and night until reach my nightly quota. Then I was off to the liquor store to buy a quart of vodka. Vodka and cheep wine as a chaser. Those who are down and out and are alcoholics generally sponge off whoever they can, especially for that next drink. So once I had my booze for the night I step off into the dark streets of NYC silently in my thoughts getting drunk. I would roam the streets for miles drinking vodka looking for any opportunity that would make me money. The morning would come intoxicated I was off to find a safe place to sleep. Then start the insanity all over again at night.

The truth is, even though I was slowly drinking myself to death with alcohol. I wish the time I overdose on heroin I was never brought back to life. It would have been a painless death and my suffering would have come to a end. The nonstop haunting memories of my lost love and life it self is to much to bear and I wanted out of this life. But for some insane reason the memories that has brought me to my knees, are the same memories that is keeping me from taking my own life. In deep denial and delusional thinking. I believed that one day we will be back together again. Even though she is married and fourteen years have past since I last seen her. With my distorted perceptions of reality, I wanted to hear her voice. Every Sunday diner was a tradition in Arlene house. So in my alcoholic distorted thinking. Every Sunday around three after a half a quart of vodka, I would get up enough courage to call her mothers house. Hoping that Arlene would answer the phone just to hear her voice. Instead I got her mother the witch and I would hang up. I miss her so much, I just needed to hear her voice one more time before I ended it all.

Late at night In a drunken stupor someone offered me some pills. I had no idea what they where but if they where going to get me high, I took them. I was wondering the streets panhandling for change. I came across this guy who was washing car windows with a squeegee on a corner for tips. I had nothing to do and time on my hand so I join in. Washing car windows was easy money. The next thing I remember is waking up in the gutter. With the booze and the pills I took I had a blackout. When I woke up from laying on the gutter I had blood all over me. Staggered, I got up and assume I must have been in a fight with someone. So I brush myself off and I went on my merry way looking for the next drink.

I remember this day like it was yesterday. It was mid afternoon and I was walking downtown when I came across a big RV on the corner of 14th st and seventh ave. Big sign across the RV that said project return. But that’s not what caught my attention. Oh no. What caught my attention they where giving out free hog dogs. I haven’t eaten in two weeks. When I seen the hot dogs my hunger came ragging back. In a drunken stupor I walk into the RV to get my free hot dogs when one of the project return worker said. My god what happen to you. I said what do you mean what happen to me. He said, you look like you been beaten up by the hulk. Have you seen the cuts over your eyes and look at your knees. I said what cuts. He open the bathroom door that had a full length mirror and for the first time in a year I look myself in a mirror. What I seen would have shock you. I was completely emaciated from not eating. I look as white as casper the ghost. I had a huge cut over my eye that need stitches. I had cut scrapes all over face and nose. And somehow I rip the skin off both of my knees.

And for a very first time reality hit me. You see, before this day I truly never understood what a alcoholic was. On looking back of my life. I can’t see anything that would of warn me of the devastation that alcoholism had in store for me. To my collective memory I truly never met an alcoholic. It never register that drinking might be the cause of all my misery. At this point I realized that have a problem with alcohol and I needed to stop. If you believe things happen for a reason. Then believe this. The RV that I walk into to get a couple of hot dogs, was also an alcohol and drug mobile referral services called Project Return. I wound up in my first detox, which probity save my life. I do not remember how I got there. I do know I became suicidal and I had to be restrained. I also remember hearing voices and the building swerving back and forth. On the sixth day the voices and hallucinating stop. When I was released from the detox I wasn’t finish with the drink, yet.

Two more detox and rehab

When I left my first detox, I had no idea how to recover from alcoholism or drug addiction. Until that point in my life I never heard of detox, rehabs, outpatient, counseling, therapy, AA, NA or 12 step programs. I was very naive to that world. I do not remember if I was offered outside support when I left my first detox. But what I do remember when I left detox. I was frail, I had uncontrollable shakes, my thoughts and judgment were cloudy, I felt like I was in a different time zone, I was extremely paranoid of my surroundings. It wasn’t long after I left detox I pick up the drink, and got wasted. With the drink in me, all my confidence return, my direction seem clear cut. Nowhere to go I went back to the streets, hustling for money to feed my demons.

Drinking to escape became as important as eating to survive. I was on a mission to drink myself to death. But it wasn’t my time yet. On a two week bender, hopelessly walking the streets, I came across another hospital and admitted myself into my second detox. You see, I’ve always been the type of person when you teach me something once, I never forget. If I got anything from my first detox, it was, free tranquilizers, three meals and a warm bed. So by going to my second detox, Its was like a mini vacation away from all the insanity my drinking brought me. At detox, I got my first taste of AA. Every one from detox who was capable of walking had to attend the AA meeting. In double hospital gowns and paper slippers, the orderly march us all down to the AA meeting. I ask the orderly, why do I have to go I’m not a one of those people, a alcoholic, with a smirk on his face, he said, it was mandatory for everyone to go. To be honest, I wasn’t impress with my first AA meeting. The people at the meeting gather around all of us in kindness. Something I wasn’t use to, In my delusional world, kindness is weakness, or ether you wanted something from me. And all the higher power talk turn me off. I hated this world, its people, and its punishing god. I just did not believe AA would help me. I wasn’t an alcoholic.

Without alcohol to escape reality, I found myself in a constant battle fighting off the demons in my head. I needed a drink to shut off all the loud chatter that were rushing through my mind. I wanted to leave detox, I wasn’t in the same condition as I was in my first detox, frail and disoriented. I felt well enough to leave, or so I thought. But for some irrational reason I became comfortable there, so I stayed. Not having any mind altering chemicals in my system, memories I been suppressing and drowning for over a year are coming back with a vengeance. Its been over a year now since I left everyone who I cared for, and those who cared for me. Its been over a year since I have last spoken to my family, my poor Mom, or Jennet, I can only imagine the suffering that they are going through, not knowing if I’m dead or alive, they must be worry sick. Thinking about my past and all the wrongs and hurt I coursed, I started going through, guilt, shame and remorse. Words I didn’t understand and never heard in my life until I got into recovery.

In detox, you got what they call retreads. Alcoholics who been to detox over and over, who are experience with the system. The system of getting over. In detox, if you listen long enough you learn how to work the sysyem. Quickly, I learn if I was offered rehab after detox, take it. Who would refuse three meals and a cot one of the retreads said. The retreads made rehab sound like a three star hotel. What did I know, I’m a newbie to all this. So when I was offered rehab, I took it.

When I left detox I had money in my pocket, the minute I left the hospital I went into a holy trance. As much as I tried not to pick up that first drink, the obsession to drink was more powerful then my promise not too. In a trance, like a person possessed, I walk right into the liquor store and bought a pint of vodka, and with one gulp, I was off to the races, again.

This time out, not only did I have to suppress the memories of my lost love, now I have to suppress the memories of the people I hurt over my alcohol, drug induced past decisions. Feeling guilt and shame now for my past destructive behavior, deep inside, I wanted to call my mother. In drunken stupors with tears running down my face, I made several attempts to call her. Every time I got the courage to pick up the phone and make the call, I would hang up the receiver. Do you know what stop me from making that call. The thought of my mother calling Arlene when I despaired, and telling her all the horrible despicable things I did to Jennet. I had layer upon layer of denial, In my delusional thinking, I couldn't bear the thought knowing my mother did tell her. I would never give up the fantasy of one day me and my love would be back together again. And for that reason only, I never reach out to my mother for comfort or help.

On the forth day after leaving detox, I went to the appointment I had with rehab. Drunk, I walk in to see the intake counselor, automatically he smells the booze on me. He ask me if I was drinking, I hesitate for a second thinking its a trick question, I said yes. I’m in a rehab because of my drinking, of course I’m drinking, I say to myself, sarcastically. Apparently, unless you are cold sober rehab will not accept you. Told me to come back in twenty four hours if I was sober he would have to problem taking me in. The little I saw of the rehab, I said to myself, the retreads were right, this does looks like a three star hotel. For the first time since living in the streets, I went twenty four hours without having a drink. I went back the next day, and I was admitted. My rehab experience lasted all of ten hours. Every six hours a bell ring out, and everyone in rehab would gather around in this large room with huge pictures of god hanging on the walls and start praying. It was a religious based recovery program. I wanted nothing to do with god at that time of my life, so I left rehab.

Couple more weeks in the streets, and don’t ask me how, I have no conscious memory of this, but I ended up in Brooklyn, NY. My third and final detox. (well almost, more later) what I remember of my last detox. Dexter the intake counselor from Phoenix House. I remember the day Dexter walk into my room and introduce himself. As I was sitting up in bed, he started asking me all kinds of questions. How much was I drinking and drugging, am I homeless, etc. Suddenly, he got up from the chair without saying a word, with a stern look on his face, he started walking out of the room and said, your not ready. As he approach the door to leave, I burst into tears and with a loud and frighten desperate voice, I said, please, I need help. He turn around and said, now your ready. He ask me when was my last day in detox, I said Friday, I could be at Phoenix House on Monday. Dexter said no, knowing full will left on my own as soon as I got out from detox I was going to have a drink. We will come and pick you up Saturday morning. Sure enough, Saturday came and I was off to Phoenix House.

I was an rehab for 26 months and graduated Phoenix house. I stayed clean and sober until I relapse in 2000. I got clean and sober in 2004 and I have a little more than 11 years of sobriety.

Next, the RV years.

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Old 12-01-2015, 06:05 PM
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TB, do you mean you RV is at Tod's house?
OH LORD Kz!

Don't be thinking these things!

Although I did offer him a spot on the property for his RV to be parked temporarily when he almost lost his RV spot! He would have been using that walker to sit on while he pulled weeds up around here as payment to keep his RV parked here! ROFL
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Oh hell no

We live a millions of miles from each other

I'm with Tod, meaning, we both want to hear your story

Forbid if I ever live anywhere close to her. She would have me doing chores around the house even though I'm permanently disabled and need a walker to get around



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Come on now TB! Mr. I chose my avatar name off a box of soap! LOL You know you'd be laughing your azz off if you lived by us? Never a dull moment around here!

It's not a million miles apart either! Did you forget how to read a map?

As for needing a walker? This would work fine for ya!
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I forgot to say that after my hubs came home from the hospital, my doc started weaning me off the xanax...thank goodness because, later in life I really found out what benzos were all about eekkk!

I've always been a lightweight when it came drugs ( when everyone else took 1, I took 1/2 w/the same results. And I've wondered if every withdrawal I've experienced was really, really bad ( & I mean bad w/a capital B! ) When I was younger, my bff & I were roomies and also, worked at same place. We would do out and party & she had absolutely no problem getting out of bed the next morning. Me, on the other hand, no sir, there wasn't a soul alive that drag me outta bed. I started working 2nd shift lol.

Before I continue w/this little mini autobiography, I'd like to let you know that the yrs I'm writing about are my happy yrs. Life before the age of 27 sucked lol ( abusive upbringing & abusive 1st husband. ) So though we've had many trials, the in between times were wonderful!

And to continue where I left off, by the time my hubs was well enough to work again, we were in the midst of loosing our dream home. I couldn't keep up the mortgage payments ( or the car payment ) by myself I could only work part time.

So we moved to my hubs hometown & started new. Both got jobs, a new car later, Our kids were all in school, so we didn't have to pay for childcare. We had always worked opposite shifts because I didn't trust a stranger to my kids. We also filed for bankruptcy & started to build our credit back up. Life was good! For a yr!

A yr. after we made a new start, we both became ill again.

One day after work, my hubs complained he'd been having trouble seeing all day. So I took him to the hospital. They didn't a blood test & his blood sugar was over 900! The doctor couldn't believe my hubs could even walk. Further testing by a specialist determined that he had Brittle Type 1 Diabetes. I didn't know then, but our life as we knew it was about to drastically change.

I had never even met a Type 1 Diabetic, much less a Brittle 1. My hubs had all sorts of trouble trying to manage his blood sugar. It was all over the place! As low as 30 & as high as the meter registering high ( which meant it was over 800. )

When his sugar went to low, he had no idea what was going on, completely outta his head. It was up to me to try & get some sugar in him, either through juice or peanut butter & jelly ( which he doesn't like. )

I wasn't very successful the 1st couple of yrs. & had to call 911. Now, his sugar went too low almost daily. In the 11st 2yrs., I called the ambulance over 50 times! Yes, I said 50!

I forgot to say that his doctor thought he got Brittle Type 1 Diabetes because of the government experiments we gave him when he had ARDS.

About a 1yr. into the madness that was our life, I started having panic attacks. Off to the psychiatrist I went. She gave me xanax, which helped at 1st. But, then I needed more & more, so she switched me to klonopin.

My hubs ended hospitalized 2 more times in critical care for Diabetic Ketoacidosis, which sent me into a tailspin both times.

We made it through those 1st couple of yrs., but all our hopes & dreams were dashed. Before he got diabetes, we were rebuilding credit w/the plan to buy another home in a few yrs ( 1 we could afford if 1 of us got sick. ) That was probably the toughest thing for me to handle, loss of dreams.

I'm finally nearing the end of my story, but not quite yet. A Ty after my hubs got diabetes, I was having a very hard time getting through even 2hrs of work. I loved my job. I was in charge of the brick bracelet department at Salvation Army thrift store. The head manager gave me 2 employees to work in that department. And now, I was unloading the majority of the work on them, which I felt very bad doing ( I had always worked right along side them. ) They were fine w/higher workload, they told me, but it was really hard to do that to them.

I went to my doctor & diagnosed w/Fibromyalgia, by process of elimination. Now both my hubs and I were disabled, by our late 30's. Talk about feeling hopeless. It took many yrs of therapy to learn to readjust our dreams & aspirations. But, I learned to set my sights a bit lower lol. I had also been put on methadone at this time. Klonopin and methadone, what a combo ( which, even though I signed a contract not to sue if I died, from my doc every yr., I really had no concept how dangerous the combination of meds I was on.

There's a few things I left out, such as my hubs entering a psych ward 3 times. He didn't handle the changes he went through from diabetes & also loosing his dreams, not once ( w/our 1st home ), but twice.

But, I'm very happy to say God has gotten us through every obstacle. I'm so grateful to Him. I also believe the more diversity one faces in life, the more one is able to handle anything that comes their way!

The End (( Hugs ))
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Wow, you write beautifully, TB! It's like reading poetry. You definitely have a gift! Do you mind if I ask at what age you were while panic handling? Scare people away? More like, I truly respect you. I really believe that long term rehabs are essential for a lot of addicts. I think someone's chances of rehabilitation is much greater having the opportunity to learn exactly how to live clean & sober. Not to mention the wealth of knowledge in other areas too.

Btw, you guys crack me up! Yes, I have my blonde moments every now & then Lmbo! My hubs kids me when I do or say something ditsy lol. But, that's okay...I accept that minor flaw about me. Hehe!

I need to go read back a page because I don't think I read your posts. (( Hugs ))
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Tod, Idk Jethro was such a compassionate fellow. How sweet, rescuing that little Silkie!

TB, I meant to tell you, panhandlers love me. I can't say no to people down on their luck. I'm not sure if I'm doing them any good, but I can only stay true to myself.
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Meet our new 6 month old little girl, Sherry! She's a little scruffy looking due to living in the barn yard with the big chickens! I'm glad we got her tonight! She was all alone in the corner of the chicken coop shivering! She's got a bad cold too! I've given her medicine for it and cleaned her little face off! I'll give her a bath once she's over this nasty cold!



She's real skinny from not being allowed to eat by the larger chickens. I'm letting her eat as much as she wants to!



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Omgosh! She's a cutie pie! Marvin will finally have a new gf! She looks really small. Do you have to keep her away from the other chicks while she's sick?
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That is a remarkable story, which I can't wait to hear the end of! Thank you so much for sharing.
As Christmas approaches and winter is here it's stories like yours which really strike a chord and will help me to stay strong in my fight for abstinence.
Keep up the good work Tod, you should be very proud.
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I just read what I wrote! So many typos! I can see Spellcheck changed more than a few words ugh lol! And I really need to buy a pc 1 of these days....much easier to see what you're writing on a monitor, rather than a small phone screen.
That's my story & I'm sticking to it lol!
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Hello D82! Welcome to the Thread!

I'm confused! Who's story are you referencing to? Mine, Timebusters or KZ's?

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Omgosh! She's a cutie pie! Marvin will finally have a new gf! She looks really small. Do you have to keep her away from the other chicks while she's sick?
OH NO Kz! She's not to be Marvin's new GF! He's got two hens coming though from the same farm. At least one anyway!

Sherry is a little singer like Marilyn was! She's so sweet!

Don't have to quarantee her either! She's just got a nasty cold.

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Thanks Tod

I'm sorry, my frazzled brain gets so confused! It was actually TB's story I read.

However I intend to do some digging now to get yours in detail

Sorry again for the confusion x
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Thanks Tod

I'm sorry, my frazzled brain gets so confused! It was actually TB's story I read.

However I intend to do some digging now to get yours in detail

Sorry again for the confusion x
Yeah! Good luck with that! I've written my story all over SR! LOL
It's pretty plain and simple! I was introduced to pain meds in 1985 and that's been my DOC ever since! Always got them from a doctor! Or stole them out of ppl's medicine cabinets! Never off the street! I never wanted to get caught and end up getting kicked out of the ARNG! I'm retired now!

No biggie on the confusion. I just didn't think it was myself you were talking about on the story! LOL Post all you want to on the Thread!

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Meet our new 6 month old little girl, Sherry! She's a little scruffy looking due to living in the barn yard with the big chickens! I'm glad we got her tonight! She was all alone in the corner of the chicken coop shivering! She's got a bad cold too! I've given her medicine for it and cleaned her little face off! I'll give her a bath once she's over this nasty cold!



She's real skinny from not being allowed to eat by the larger chickens. I'm letting her eat as much as she wants to!



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I'm in love Tod your going to be the reason I end up with chickens my FIL wants chickens

They are adorable a big awwwwwwwwwwww from me
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I think you went a little easy on Determined, Tod lol! Jk!

Is Sherry already tame? And when are you getting Marvin his gf?
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LOL Soberwolf!

And Ms Sherry is such a little purring singer too! She's SOOOO happy to be in a nice warm house with lots to eat too!

My other two Silkie hens are like WTF is SHE doing in here? I didn't give you permission to do this Momma! Maria says: "I'm not sharing my crickets with THAT either!"

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Yeah! Good luck with that! I've written my story all over SR! LOL
It's pretty plain and simple! I was introduced to pain meds in 1985 and that's been my DOC ever since! Always got them from a doctor! Or stole them out of ppl's medicine cabinets! Never off the street! I never wanted to get caught and end up getting kicked out of the ARNG! I'm retired now!

No biggie on the confusion. I just didn't think it was myself you were talking about on the story! LOL Post all you want to on the Thread!

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THANKS TOD!
Yeah I was struggling, you have LOTS of posts lol so thank you for your brief synopsis. I now remember reading your story somewhere a few days ago.

Also another honest heart tugging story from KZ. Were you and your hubby addicted to pain meds? How long have you been abstinent KZ?

TB im looking forward to reading the RV years!
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I think you went a little easy on Determined, Tod lol! Jk!

Is Sherry already tame? And when are you getting Marvin his gf?
What do you mean "I went a little easy?" LOL You saying I'm not long winded like you and TB?

Oh Sherry is a little sweetheart. Loves to be held and chases me all over the house to be with me! Jethro has already claimed her for himself! Whatever! I love on them whenever I want to! He's more than welcome to sit and cuddle with them! Not Molly though! She's strictly a momma's girl! She want's NO part of Jethro!

The woman we got Sherry from told Jethro they are going to go thru their hens and do some splitting up of them into different pens. She said she has two hens she's thinking about giving us! So whenever they get that done? I'll get the call to bring Marvin's hen(s) home!

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