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I Married a Psycho

24 Wednesday Feb 2016

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I Married a Psycho Series

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“Bella are you packed…”

“Yes, Mama…Mama the phone is ringing.”

“Sweetie will you please grab it for me…I’m out on the porch.”

“Hello, Daddy. Why not… okay, I will go and get her.”

“Mama, it’s Daddy, he wants to talk to you.”

“Jack, when will you be home…Bella and I are ready and waiting for you. What do you mean you’re in Twin Pines…I thought you were at work and then coming home to pick us up…we are all supposed to go there together…as a mini vacation. Or did you forget!”

“Mama, don’t cry.”

“Hysterical…I’m not being hysterical. I can’t believe you went without us. How could you and what am I supposed to tell Bella, Jack!”

I looked over towards the doorway. All was silent now. My heart broke, as I watched my only daughter, as tears as big as crocodiles, spilled down her cheeks.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright February 2016

ANGELS

21 Sunday Feb 2016

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Sometimes Angels do appear…

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Copyright February 2016

ALEXANDER

18 Thursday Feb 2016

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Alexander…

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His days were as low
as the bottom of the sea,
depressed that’s that.

His words were unconditional
not expressive, unhappy,
Not in his right mind.

His smile was weak
skin pale like snow,
Shaggy hair fallen in his face.

Couldn’t get out of bed
not even to shower,
Not even to eat.

That’s when I saw
it wasn’t just a bad day he had,
It was never-ending.

I guess his sad days caught up to him
cause now I’m reading the note he left me,
Saying goodbye.

Written By: Jewels
Copyright February 18, 2016

Keeping your Roots

17 Sunday Jan 2016

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Keeping your Roots…

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Life can derail us off our track of focus. When this happens, we must get back to our roots.

Roots can mean different things for different people. Losing one’s roots may stifle our creativity. It may suffocate our mind and spirit; drawing us into its madness.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
January 17, 2016

A Walk up Barrow Hill

10 Sunday Jan 2016

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A Walk up Barrow Hill…

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“Why did you say that?” She asked.

“Does it matter?” He said.

“It matters to me.”

“It shouldn’t matter. At least not to you.”

“But it does. It all matters to me. It’s not fair.” She said.

“Nothing is fair.” He said looking down at his hands.

“I know and that’s why I must leave…I’m leaving you…I don’t love you anymore.” She said, closing the door silently behind her.

She couldn’t look back, as she walked towards the sunset with a smile upon her lips.

She was finally free.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright January 10, 2016

Excerpt from A Walk up Barrow Hill

29 Sunday Nov 2015

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A Walk up Barrow Hill…

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Reluctantly, Rose slowly opened her eyes…fluttering a couple times. Looking around the room, she felt confused and disoriented. She didn’t know where she was. The stark whitish green walls screamed out to her, making her head pound uncontrollably.

“Hello? Is someone there?” The silence was deafening.
“Hello?”

Footsteps echoed through out the corridor outside her door, until they stopped completely.

Rose sat up in bed, intently watching, as the door reluctantly opened.

“Hello, Miss Rose. How are you feeling today?”

She felt sick as the bile rose up into her throat. She knew where she was, as she screamed out hysterically before collapsing to the floor.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright 2015

Excerpt from A Walk to Barrow Hill

24 Thursday Sep 2015

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A Walk to Barrow Hill…

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Silently, I let out a silent gasp or was it silent, by the way my daddy intently turned around, facing me and staring me down. All the while, Rose had not loosened up on her grip…not since we entered the hospital.

But now, as we stood in Mommy’s doorway, listening to the her machines peeping…I lost all my nerve. Tears, simultaneously sprang to my eyes, as I watched my mother’s lifeless body lying so quiet and still in the sterile bed.

Prying Rose’s had from mine, I ran. I ran down the hall, until I could run no more, falling down against the wall, out of breath and sobbing.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright 2015

Happy Birthday Mandi…

07 Monday Sep 2015

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Happy Birthday Mandi…I still miss you every day!

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Who really is Ask Ms Mandi? A picture says a thousand words. RIP Mandi September 2005. Mandi was my devoted, lovable, and faithful Staffordshire Bull Terrier.

We had 12 wonderful years with her before she passed away from jaw cancer. It was one of the hardest things to watch as our sweet dog starting dying in front of our eyes, knowing we could do nothing to save her.

I know, you’re probably thinking, a dog….. inspired you, but she did. My boyfriend at the time bought her for me when she was only 5 weeks old, we had to bottle feed her for the first couple weeks of her life. I guess you could say that she was our first-born; after all, she was bottle fed.

Subsequently, she was the cutest, fattest puppy that I had ever seen. She instantly became my heart. A dog’s love and devotion is unconditional, without judgement. Why wouldn’t she be my inspiration for this WEBSITE?

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Copyright September 2015

Dear Daddy…

25 Tuesday Aug 2015

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Dear Daddy…it’s me. I haven’t seen you in a while. I miss you…why don’t you ever call me? Why don’t you write to me? It’s okay, I understand. I know you have other things to think about…more important things.

I was thinking…do you remember when I was a little girl and I couldn’t wait for you to get home from work? It felt like I waited all day for you to return home. I was so proud of you. I knew you loved me because you went to work to give me things. You told me this.

You bought me a bike, clothes, and you even built me a swing to play on. This was my favorite present because you made it out of love and it hung from my favorite tree in the backyard.

That was special. I felt so loved and knew you loved me. But then I grew up and things started to change. You and mommy started to argue all the time and you would storm out of the house mad, staying away for days.

Then one day, you didn’t come home anymore. Mommy said you wouldn’t be living with us anymore, but that you still loved me and always would. She explained that adult problems were not my problem and that you loved me even if you weren’t going to live with us anymore.

I believed her and I believed you, but you lied. You say we gave up on you, but in reality, you gave up on us…on me. You lied to me…but like I said, I understand. Do you know why? I understand because love is forgiving and you are my daddy and always will be…I just wished you knew this and tried to love me…just a little.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright August 2015

Today’s Quote

07 Friday Aug 2015

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Today’s Quote:

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Sometimes it’s better to be alone,
than to live in chaos.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright 2015