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a common housewife in the fast lane


 News from POH-Land
 

New Years Eve........wow, New Years Eve............

Life in POH-land is always somewhat chaotic but lately it has gone beyond even the Webster's definition of that word. God is so good to me. He keeps me even when I think I'm literally going to lose my mind.

Recap:
January 2007: Carlene moved in just after Christmas. Things went really well for a while. Almost too well. POH drove her three days a week, 3 hour round trip, to drug rehab, staying in touch with the blogstream by finding wireless zones at local libraries. By Gabriel's birthday in mid-February it was dawning on us that something was seriously wrong with her and with her relationship with us, but we didn't know what.

February 2007: Gabriel turned 2 on February 15. We hosted his extended family and another local foster family who was very involved with Carlene for a birthday party. Carlene was definitely upset and when POH remarked how people always seemed to think that Carlene was my daughter (which had been mentioned many times with a positive response) she became very agitated and distraught. Two days later Carlene left the house unexpectedly and was found about 45 minutes later walking south down the center line of a state thoroughfare in the first major snowstorm of the year with no jacket, hat, gloves or boots on. When the policeman picked her up she was lucid enough to tell him where she was staying (our house), but she also told him that she 'had' to walk down the center of the road because she was 'parting the Red Sea'. She also told him that she needed to call George Bush to tell him about some conspiracy that she happened to know about. She was taken to the psych ward of a local hospital where she handily seduced a city policeman who happened to be there for evaluation. When POH went to visit her she smiled slyly when she showed me the two dozen roses he sent her after he left.

March 2007: Life fell into a routine again. Carlene was gone, Gabriel continued to improve, more without his mother's influence than with. His early intervention services were discontinued due to the fact that he had not only caught up but was functioning above age level. We sold our tiny, hilltop cabin on the lake for an unprecedented amount for our area. POH sold it herself at the second Open House, the second week it was on the market. In case you are detecting a slight bit of pride you would be right. I was tired of people telling me what I couldn't do while I was busy doing it.

April 2007: We began the process of moving to the lake. POH did so much landscaping work that my back was in constant pain. I tried to keep up with the blogstream and my e-mail but we had no regular internet server and I became POH the Pulchritude Pirate, according to Squabbler as I stealthily logged onto any wireless zone I could find on the busy road I live on. I felt totally lost in the world without my blogstream friends.

May 2007: Moving progressed and it seemed like we were on the road non-stop. Mr. Hope was still working but POH was worried about his health. I began to push and prod him in a way that I never had, to retire from his job and concentrate full-time on what we were doing at the lake. Gabriel continued to grow and adapted to the many changes with a finesse beyond his age. Gabriel was a true lake baby, totally loving the water, the boat, and the outdoors. It made us wonder if God was going to ask us to adopt one more child in our old age.

June 2007: We were informed that Gabriel would be leaving "at any time". He didn't leave until August, but we lived each day not knowing when he would be taken. Two children graduated from high school. One took a job at a local Wal-Mart. Another got a job working for a local construction company. Neither was interested in pursuing college. We went to Texas for a week to watch 2 of our grandchildren while our daughter and son-in-law went on a cruise.

July 2007: This month was spent ripping up carpet, painting walls, moving 33 years of junk out, and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning our main house which went on the market the beginning of September.

August 2007: We got the hardwoods refinished at the main house, went to a sign shop and had professional real estate signs made, and then took the kids to a family reunion in Myrtle Beach for a week. A needed break for all of us. Gabriel went to stay with his aunt and uncle and never came home. We have seen him since but he never lived with us again.

September 2007: We put the main house up for sale by owner. POH did all the showing of the property. I was told I should be a Real Estate agent by several people in the business but that is definitely NOT the direction I feel God is leading me. I was consistantly told that I had priced the house too high......the same thing I was told about the cabin.
Internet coverage was very spotty. POH was getting used to being without internet for longer and longer periods of time. I carried my laptop with me on the off chance that I would be in the area of a library.

October 2007: Mr. Hope retired at POH's insistence. The lakehouse feels more and more like home. The chainsaw is going day after day tearing down rotted or misplaced trees. The view of the water is all that matters when one lives on the lake. The daughter who got the job at Wal-Mart meets a 38 year old twice married man with two children. He can't seem to figure out why we would be concerned about the fact that he is hitting on our daughter even though he is not divorced and has a 3 yr old with a girl friend he just broke up with this past July and a 13 yr old with his first wife who went into foster care in Florida and has since been adopted by the foster parents.

November 2007: We sold the main house. POH started swimming regularly again for the first time in 40 years. I also started taking lessons in synchronized swimming, my favorite thing to do in the water. We celebrated Thanksgiving. The bio mother spent the day with us and behind our backs made plans with the daughter for how she could run away and live with the 38 yr old. The daughter left shortly after without telling us. We were able to get her home for a week and thought we had made major progress when suddenly a State Trooper showed up at the house at 11pm one night, gave her his cell phone and she proceeded to call her mother's convicted child molesting boyfriend to come and pick her up the next day. He did. We have only seen her once since. Today.

December 2007: Christmas was extraordinarily pretty and sad all at the same time in our new house. The blogstream and questionstream truly helped me not to slip into an unending stream of regrets. I will never forget what my fellow streamers did for me during this time. You lifted me when I needed lifting and comforted me when I needed comforting. I truly felt your arms around me. It was an amazing gift.

December 31, 2007: The daughter showed up unexpectedly and without calling to pick up her stuff. She was driven here by her mother's convicted child molesting boyfriend and the 38 year old man who we had specifically told NOT to come to our house. They parked in the road and taunted us by saying that they weren't on our property. When I threatened to call the police the molester said with a sneer that he already had. I thanked him.......with a sneer of my own. When the police got here they told them that we were within our rights to press criminal charges if they ever show up at our house again. A "domestic incident report" was filed, the first one that POH ever had to deal with and/or sign and we were listed at the 'victims'. Funny, that the perpetrator would be the one who called the police. Before the policeman left he remarked that the two men with our daughter were "idiots". I haven't broken down quite yet but I can feel it coming. I feel like I just want to curl up and go to sleep for a long, long time.

January 2008: Caleb (Monsterbox) comes to visit POH. I know that Caleb thinks I am doing him a favor by letting him visit and stay here. What he doesn't know is that this is God's provision for me......to keep me from dwelling on the difficulties and pain of the past year and having fun again. Monster is coming swimmng with me and at some point we will be visiting Squabbler and Sherry at The White Lodge. I'll post pictures.

At the risk of sounding corny.......2008 is the first year of the rest of my life. I wouldn't trade living it on the blogstream for anything.

Posted by prisonerofhope at 10:45 PM - 22 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 News from POH-Land
 

According to a source beyond mine or anyone else's control (aka Monsterbox), a blogger named Jessica Bond, otherwise known as Aussie Chick (leastwise to POH) is flying into Missouri (known as Misery to state residents) at 10:17pm this very evening December 30, 2007.  She will then head, in several days, to NYC for a study abroad from Australia.  The day Monster and Jess have been waiting 2 YEARS for is finally HERE, folks!  After a 2 yr. internet relationship, replete with phone calls, even talking to each other's parents, they will finally meet IN PERSON!  Whoo-hoo!

* You think POH isn't excited?  And just WHO, pray tell, do you think first informed the two of them that they appeared to be more than "just friends", hmmmmmm?  Oh glory BE, the things you have to TELL kids these days!  What's a respectable mother-type supposed to DO???  Well, never let it be said that POH is not a busybodyknowitall......*

Let it be known that by early January 2008 Monsterbox will be arriving at POH's lakehouse to stay for an indefinite period of time.  Hopefully we will have many pictures and video to share with you (although POH has nixed the idea of the swimming videos, thank you very much).

If he agrees, and if Mr. Hope and POH can get away for a few days (not an easy feat around here) we will accompany him to NYC which is his destination.


More news to follow....................stay tuned!
Posted by prisonerofhope at 1:16 PM - 14 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 To whom much is given, much is expected
 

I wrote this post for Mindpower about a year ago, during the time that I had Gabriel, and I had it posted on another blog. After re-reading it I have decided that with the New Year coming this is a perfect time to repost it.

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Child abuse is a HUGE issue in this country. One of the foundational premises of the abortion argument in the 1960's and '70's was that if we only gave birth to children we WANTED we wouldn't have abused children in the world. Well, that just hasn't happened, folks, and I am here to tell you that the premise is wrong. The whole argument makes no sense. As Mother Theresa says, if we can kill our children while they are the most defenseless and in the womb, what is to stop us from doing it after they are out of the womb and causing us aggravation? Those aren't her exact words but close enough.

I have had a lot of experience with abused children. Three of my adopted children were the worst abuse case that our county had ever seen to date in 1995. I live in a rural county. I do not live in the city that I was raised in during my childhood. I live in the village of a very small town (about 5000 people) made up mostly of farmers but including people of all various backgrounds and career choices. Most of the people in my county are low-middle to upper middle class. We do not have a high degree of people on welfare.

Yet, we STILL have children being physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually abused. It would shock you to know some of the families that these kids come from. Several years ago I was asked by the county to take three children under the age of five years old. Their last name was the same as a very prominent business in the next town. It turns out these were the grandchildren of the man and his wife who own the business. They are younger than my husband and me. I asked why they, as grandparents, did not take their children in to live with them. I was told "they don't have time".

Alrighty then.

That would explain to me what the number one problem with this society is becoming and why we are having the problems we are currently experiencing. I'll bet they didn't have time for their daughter when she was growing up either. I am up to HERE with that excuse. I HATE it. Children are US! Whether they are our own children, or someone else's child, they are not something that we can just turn away from and pretend doesn't exist. They are our future and they are the only thing we take to heaven with us. Everything else is rusting away. Somebody needs to get a revelation of this until it is too late. If we don't we are going to continue to see more and more problems with the future generations. Please don't turn your head and say that other people's children don't matter to you. They are the future of your own children's world.

Don't we have enough children coming to school with guns? Don't we have enough babies like Gabriel, with so much rage in their little, drug addicted bodies that they can't stop crying for hours on end until they finally find out that someone will take care of them who won't hit them and they will love them through their pain? Don't we have enough suffering in this world? Does anyone actually believe that killing off our own species in the womb is going to solve that problem?

Well, the point of this blog posting was really not to talk about abortion, Gabriel or foster care. It was to give you some of what I responded to Mindpower about which has to do with the rampant sexual abuse of children in this country.

Sexually abused children generally have certain behaviors that other children do not. This is not always true but it is many times true.

One such behavior is pooping one's pants.....on purpose, and at a much older age than the normal child. I knew a boy, and he wasn't even in foster care, who did this until he was in HIGH SCHOOL. I believe that it is a subconscious act on the part of the child to keep the abuser away from them. They may not even fully understand it themselves but if they can make themselves unattractive and "stinky" maybe the guy will leave them alone.

Cutting is another. That is probably the one thing that I really struggled with understanding the most. I could not figure out why people would cut themselves. Even after taking all kinds of training on the subject I just could never figure out WHY they would do such a thing to themselves. I've even had different foster children who have done that and I still didn't get it, even though I truly gave it a lot of thought and care. I prayed about it and the Lord really opened my eyes on it. Apparently the pain on the inside is so great that the cutting actually distracts from it and causes "the pain" to be on the outside. I knew that intellectually, but until the Lord Himself helped me to understand it made no sense to me. Now it does. That is usually done at a later age, however, and might not even start until after the abuse is over. It generally does not stop just because the abuse has stopped and it is a very hard behavior to control. For the person doing it and for the people who want to help the person doing it.

Eating disorders are not uncommon for a child of any kind of abuse. The reason for the disorder in an abused child is different than the reason an average child might have one, but it is always about having and maintaining control over one's own body. The average child who has eating disorders just wants to be thin and it spins out of control. In this type of child it is generally caused by a controlling mother (as opposed to an abusive father).

The abused child, however, just wants to control his or her own body, and have autonomy over it in the way that all people want that, and what more control can one have than what goes in one's mouth? There may also be a conscious or sub-conscious wish to die. Starving works for that, right? I was never abused, not in anyway or at anytime in my life, but I had eating disorders in an era where there wasn't even a name for them. I thought I invented it.

Generally a sexually abused person goes in one of three directions, and if one is looking for the symptoms they are not that hard to spot............

One, they HATE sex, everything to do with sex, the idea of sex, talk about sex, etc.

Two, they LOVE sex. They dress provocatively, they are promiscuous, they can't get enough. They have learned that, especially with men, even with boys who were abused by a male, they can get attention through sex and they play that card for all it is worth. They don't really want the sex as much as they just want someone to pay attention to them and they have learned that through sex they can get attention even if it's not really the type of attention they want.

Three, they may become gay. Of course that is not the only reason for being gay. Not at all. But that is a big one. The abused child will still have sexual feelings as they get older but they cannot seperate themselves from the distaste they carry toward the abuse they suffered and so they turn their sexual energy toward the gender of the one who did not abuse them. It's safer, right?

Another problem with being abused, and this is true in every type of abuse, is that the abused can become abusive themselves. This may happen seperately from the other two or it may happen in conjunction with them. And it can happen no matter which of the other two scenereos occur. The abused have a distorted view of life and love and they don't trust anyone.

If you ever read the book The Child called It do you remember the mom? Do you remember how she would be "normal" one minute and then just "go off" and become "like a different person"? He said her body language would shift, her eyes would change, her facial expressions would distort......that is the symptom, right there.

She was "possessed" by a demon and she did not know what to do about it. People talk about their "inner demons" but what they really fail to grasp is that demons are not THEM, they are spiritual principalities and powers of the air and unless we allow Christ in us to defeat these demons they will stay with us. The author, David Pelzer, doesn't explain this, which leads me to believe that he doesn't fully understand it himself, but as an intercessor in the Lord I see it very clearly. The reason the mom was this way is because she is what one would call "demon-possessed".

Lot's of people, even Christians don't believe in demon-possession anymore but that is a fatal mistake. Demons are alive and well in the world and the are wrecking havoc through people who have opened themselves up to them, even unknowingly. Ignorance of the law is no excuse as any policeman will tell you. Ignorance of God's Law will be no excuse either when you go before the Judge of the Ages.

This mother did not open herself up knowingly, but through the abuse that she suffered herself (and I am certain that she did suffer abuse) she took on the characteristics of the abuser, which includes his demons, that she so loathed.

THAT is exactly WHY it is soooo important for people to accept Jesus as their Savior and to make Him the Lord of their lives and to live for Him all the days of their lives. For them it is not just about whether they go to heaven or hell when they die. If they don't grab hold of Him, with all their mind, soul and strength, they run the risk of becoming exactly what they have hated.

Christ is our only deliverer. He delivers us not only from our own sin but from the generational curses that follow us from our forefathers. We all have these generational curses but for each family the curses are different. One family may harbor the skeleton of alchoholism and one may carry a "spirit of lust".

In my family I have had to battle intellectualism (which breeds an ungodly, humanistic mindset) and pride. Those may not seem so bad, especially compared with abuse, but remember that "God resists the proud" and "Pride goeth before a fall and a haughty spirit before destruction". Pride is considered one of the "deadly sins" and God HATES it. I grew up with people who thought they were better than other people. In some ways they were! My parents were faithful to each other all the years of their marriage and took care of us very well. We had the Leave it to Beaver life. Yet, we were not saved. Not one little bit. It is a deception of the enemy of our souls to believe that "good" people are going to heaven and "bad" people are going to hell. There will be many surprizes when the Judgment Day comes.

Even though my childhood was free of the type of abuse we are talking about, God actually hates that kind of pride just as much. He knows it is evil. The irony is that a little girl I grew up right next door to, even in my very well-to-do neighborhood, was sexually abused by her father and no one ever knew it back then. If we had known the signs to look for we might have seen it but people didn't talk about stuff like that back then and it was easy to pretend that it didn't exist. She suffered from drug abuse and mental illness all of her adult life and committed suicide several years ago at the age of 50. Such a waste of a beautiful life.

It is very important for us, as individuals and as part of our communities to step in and speak up when we see this kind of thing happening. It is not easy. I would never say it is. It is hard. People are hard. It is much easier to sit in front of inanimate computers and televisions and waste our lives with and on those. Dealing with people, especially hurting people, is one of the hardest things you will ever do. Yet, it is one of the most rewarding.

Remember......to whom much is given, much is expected. John Kennedy did not say that. Jesus said that. There are lot's of things that people think are just nice little 'cliches' that are actually verses from the Bible. It is better to give than to receive.

Give your life away........be a foster parent. Or love that little child who lives next door to you. Love a baby that you didn't give birth to as if you did. Don't use the excuse that you can't handle the pain of losing them. I am tired of hearing that. Life is pain. All of life involves pain. From the birth process through to death. Please let yourself feel, let yourself love, let yourself live for someone other than yourself. You will never regret it. I promise.

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 Swimming team from France/2000
 

This is an awesome example of what can be done today in synchronized swimming. Much of this was not even invented when I was doing it in school at 14 years old. Even the simplest looking moves are difficult. There are several in there that I am working on right now and watching this I realize anew how far I have to go.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.



Please remember that all of this is done in the deep end. At no time do they touch the bottom of the pool.

I am posting this somewhat risque picture to show that there are a few men in this sport too. We had guys on our team back in high school. Ahhh, the advantages of a sport where the girl to guy ratio is 20/1. They are now saying that if men get involved with this kind of swimming that it will be considered a "sport". I think that if men get involved with this kind of swimming they will find that it is one of the hardest things they have ever done.

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 A video for all of my Texas friends
 

I hope ya'll will enjoy this *see POH pickin' up da Texas drawl thing* little video of her Texas daughter and son-in-law with the grandchildren, but I was thinking that my Texas blogstream friends will really get the biggest kick out of this.

They are coming to the snowy north next week to spend Christmas with family, since they were both born and raised here. Doncha just love how they take such great enjoyment about reminding us though that they don't have to put up with it anymore? Shoo, you'd think they could show a little more respect, donchathink? *wink* Check it out: (Be sure to mute the song at the bottom of the previous post first or you won't be able to hear the song on the YouTube).

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