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It should not take a head injury

*after personally sustaining a head injury & coma*

to figure this out...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Satirical Blog

*(utilizing articles discussing facts)*

By:  Susan MeeLing

After the head injury caused a coma while I learned how to deal with the headaches, migraines, cognitive disorders, memory problems, and other medical conditions I went from College Algebra with Trigonometry & Calculus down to 2nd grade math.  Here is how logic works for someone like me::

~  It took awhile for the doctor's recommendation to use sticky notes, to help remember.

~  It took several months to realize sticky notes moved, let alone to remember to speak with the doctor.

~  After I finally remembered to ask the doctor about the note problem, notebooks were recommended.

~  When I could remember to pick up a notebook, it took a long time to learn similar to sticky notes, notebooks are not always where they were placed.

~  After I was able to organize the notebooks over several months I still had not learned notebooks are not always readily available, at the necessary time.

~  When I remembered to speak with the doctor about the notebook problem the doctor had few other suggestions, to assist memories better.

~  After several events and adding up sticky note and notebook location problems, I realized my skin goes everywhere I do.

~  Wanting my tattoos to only be for me and not for public consumption I started the ink on my legs, able to hide easier.

~  It would not be until many tattoos and several years later I would realize my memory problems were usually not as bad when wearing shorts, capri pants, or a skirt.

~  Between 3-5 years after my first tattoo I had the first tattoo completed on my arms, and my memory has slowly progressed towards an easier memory jolt.

 

 

When I say "it should not take a head injury to figure this out" it is partially in humor from personal experiences, towards understanding.

 

If I can laugh at my mistakes after recognizing and dealing with them, so can you.

 

You have the knowledge, understanding, and wisdom I lack in order to put everything together to fix the problems seen with abilities I do not have. 

 

Utilize the information within the blog to find genuine repairs and instead of complaining of the "hurtful" commentary, prevent the issues from reoccurring.

 

Then again, it should not take a head injury to figure that one out.

Oddities which occurred from 2013-2019; irony of a sticker I put on my car which helped me remember

After what occurred when I was taken out of the state of Texas in 2013 and was in Vancouver Washington at the Crystal Creek Apartment Complex on the road of Minnehaha, several occurrences happened of which were extremely odd, which were more to add to my already difficult existence. I was trying to make sure my son was okay and squared away with school even though my then boyfriend now ex-boyfriend Jesse Leroy Hoover Jr had wanted to take my son and I to Alaska to ensure my son was able to recover from what occurred to his sister because of McCoy Elementary School (as my first book "Finding A Silver Lining By: Susan MeeLing" has the documentations of within the pages of the book, registered with The Library of Congress). Though Jesse was made we did not get to Alaska before then, I just wanted to make sure my son was taken care of as best as I could. After having moved into 42D above 41D, I had met the people who lived in the apartment beneath mine.

Pam was really nice and though I found out she was recovering from cancer and had been in regression for a few years, I was surprised her son Jason had been allowed to live there and made her take care of his two children. I learned his mom had once been a Pit Boss in a casino in Reno Nevada and though Jason tried to impress me with such for his credibility, I told him what his mom did is exactly that; what his mom did. Then Jason tried to inform me that his dad had been with the Clark County Sheriff's Department to try to impress me, of which I told him similarly what I said in reference to his mom; what his dad did was exactly that, what his dad did. I still thanked him for his dad' service to the Clark Country Sheriff's Office and his mom Pam for her service being a spouse of, as well as his service for being a family member of a Sheriff.

When he realized I was as I am Jason then told me he had been in The United States of America's Armed Forces Navy branch, then is when I had thanked him for his service. He had complained about certain aspects of, and though I apologized for what he dealt with at the time; he seemed to be proud of being a criminal. Now I must state I did not think Jason was trying to impress me, I thought he and I were having a conversation and discussing what the backgrounds were. However my then boyfriend and now ex-boyfriend Jesse Leroy Hoover Jr, told me otherwise. Jesse had said because of what Jason was telling me, was the reason of which I should not speak with Jason. I had no problems with Jason at the time however when Jason had asked me to model for some pictures I went to discuss with Jesse, and then Jesse was not happy. I will just leave it at that, in that regard, though Jason had asked how Jesse and I met; which Jesse left the area to go to the apartment and did not want to discuss any further.

After a few other discussions with Jason about his artwork and paintings of which were extremely detailed and beautiful and I gave him some ideas of where to go online to get his artwork out there for others to see his works, Jesse started getting more aggravated of the time I spent speaking with Jason and letting the children play with one another. As the winter season came and the snow started to fall when I would shovel the snow off of the stairs and saw some fell into the area of where Pam and Jason's apartment path were, I shoveled their walkway to make it easier for the children to go to school as well as Pam to not worry about slipping. Jesse grew more frustrated of my willingness to just clean up the snow, though I did not pay him any mind.

Before that time I had begun to volunteer at the Velvet Rope to set up the interior and clean where I could, and enjoyed the many conversations and discussions with the various people there. I had met some really nice people and though Jesse refused to attend any events with me after the first time he saw me play with a couple, Jesse told me he was disgusted as to my choice of who I played with; and then went on a tirade of how I was not paying attention to what people looked like as supposedly I am whatever he described me as. This was after having gone to the Portland Halloween BDSM event of which I dressed as a shiny blue ninja, including the two fans with dragons made of metal. There we had our picture taken though the mask was kept over my face for the picture, and thus completing that outfit. I was asked to go for the competition for the costume contest as the categories were single females, single males, couples, and groups. When I had gone for the single female category and was one of the last people on the stage, a couple had won that category instead of a single female; which Jesse pointed out was wrong for the event leaders to choose such.

I told him "I just had a little bit of fun, what is the big deal? The judges chose who they thought had a better costume and the couple had the better costume in the group of single females, so it is what it is."

Later on when at the Velvet Rope and speaking with a female I thought I remembered from San Antonio name Sasha I asked her if she was who I thought, and she nodded and said she was. I told her my name from fetlife when I was in the state of Texas and asked her after explaining the change of the name online, "Do you think it matters I did so as Lady Dori Belle is all I had ever gone by in the lifestyle, but after all of the threats I received; I just could not handle what was coming through in the messages."

She told me "Don't worry as names are only as important as you choose to let them be."

I was relieved though I had already told the owners of the Velvet Rope as well as several other volunteers of what my lifestyle name had been, without any hesitation. The husband of the couple and I spoke many times when I volunteered to help set up the club and his wife and I spoke more times in the smoking section, though there were a few times in the kitchen we had spoken as well; and after one or two events, Jesse no longer wanted to go to the Velvet Rope with me as he could not comprehend why I could speak with "just anyone". Jesse especially could not understand why I spoke with a trupple (three people in a relationship) who one had worked for Microsoft and as I had explained to him, "Those individuals are much nicer than you can know, or understand. What you see obviously, is not what I see."

During that time I had already been told by a Geek Squad employee at the Clackamas Best Buy near Portland Oregon, "You can purchase items from Best Buy, but you aren't allowed to get the Accidental Warranty Plan anymore. I looked into your file and you have broken over 13 laptops since your first account, please tell me why you have done that. Best Buy will not allow that waste to happen."

I explained to that male of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, the subarachnoid hemmorage in the frontal lobe of my brain, the coma, the headaches, migraines, memory deficits, cognitive disorders, and having gone from College Algebra with Trigonometry and Calculus to 2nd Grade Math. He said he had moved from India for a college research PhD program where he and his group reviewed how energy affects computers and technology and asked if I would be willing to be a part of his study, and I said "On no uncertain terms, would I ever. I was a guinea pig when I was initially out of my coma when I was in the Medical Hold Unit and I am not willing to be a guinea pig again. I was and am willing to help The United States of America's military and law enforcement, but I am not willing to go into some random college study."

Several of the monitor devices throughout the Best Buy store started beeping loudly and were going off all together at the exact same time, and the headache pain went to a migraine instantly. Jesse told my son he needed to take me outside so he could speak with the Geek Squad employee and later on, he met my son and I in the car. At that time Jesse was going to ITT Tech in Portland Oregon for classes and when I told the owners of the Velvet Rope about that conversation; they had reintroduced me to the trupple from Microsoft. I had forgotten and it took me a few times to remember before the memory stuck of their names, though I do not recall them now; but they were really nice nonetheless.

Shortly after that event at Best Buy with that Geek Squad employee, some issues began occurring at the Crystal Creek Apartment Complex on Minnehaha Road in Vancouver Washington. I was with my son walking the dogs around the parking lot and when close to the water area the Brain Coral I had found when in Cozumel was in my pocket, and when at the water I knew I had to put the Brain Coral into the water area. There was something wrong and I could not figure out what the problem was, and I knew in my own little way; somehow that would help me to figure what was going on to repair. I held the Brain Coral and made a hopeful wish while it was in my hands, and as my son walked along the forest fence line. I did a Faery-sized ritual to try, and then I let it go.

The next day I felt the need to look up SCUBA certifications and I found the closest PADI shop was somewhere in Puyallup Washington, which I drove out there as soon as I could. I met with the two males who were at the shop who were very nice; and I told them I had been trying to get my Cavern Certification card, but I had never received a return email when I had tried before. I asked if they knew how to get a hold of the International SCUBA shop, and one of the two males asked me what my SCUBA Diving training had been. I told him of the way I got into SCUBA Diving while also slightly talking about growing up in New Jersey and seeing the SCUBA Divers on the jetties, before explaining my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury and the after effects. The taller broader shoulder male asked if he could make a copy of my certifications of which I said was fine, after I told him about the Vandenberg SCUBA Dive. The tallest male stayed at the table with me, as he asked me a lot of questions; such as how did I get to Washington state from the state of Texas. I told him about the google search for the country music concert, what occurred at the Cowboys Dance Hall as that Stoney LaRue concert was the only one I found online when I searched through 7 pages on google, and then meeting of my now ex-boyfriend. The broader shoulder male said they could not get my the cavern certification card, but they would keep an eye out before I left to return to Crystal Creek Apartments in Vancouver Washington.

I returned just in time to see my son get back from the middle school and we talked, before more issues arose. My now ex-boyfriend returned to the apartment from ITT Tech and he said Jason was complaining to him about me, and I asked what I had done wrong. I was told not to go to speak with Jason and then shortly afterwards there was a blow up. I was disappointed my son had stolen money and when we were done with the talk, the next day Jason had yelled at me and told me how to raise my son. With the fact of what I was recovering from in regards to my daughter the last thing I needed was someone who was relying on his mom recuperating from cancer, telling me how to raise my son; and yell at me on top of that. When I responded in the same tone of voice Jason had used with me, he ran to hide behind a golf cart to have as a barrier between us; though that truthfully would not have stopped me if I had to defend myself, I could have pushed that golf cart out of my way easily or I could have slid through to get to the other side, without running in circles as Jason had after trying to tell me how to raise my son.

Then there was a problem with the pipes in the apartment building and that was when Pam had come up to the apartment to tell me not to do laundry because of the leak, but that was not the problem for the leak; the pipe was. Jesse told me the reasons why "Pam was getting involved was because of Jason not getting his way with [me]" and I told Jesse "No, I think you are mistaken. Just because I didn't model for him doesn't mean he is upset about that." Though Jesse told me otherwise, and I would not listen. Then my son started having issues where he felt the need to bring a pocket swiss army knife to school and the teacher, principal, and I discussed the problems at the apartment complex because of Jason and Pam. When they started running their vacuum cleaner at night directly underneath the office area, then I had already started typing my books on a typewriter because I realized I was being zapped from the computers; though I began working heavily on the books more-so because I knew something was up but I could not figure out what it was. Due to the fact there was a male in the purple CRV at night looking upward at the patio when I was outside, I refused to smoke outside and began to vape. I ordered 52mg e cigarette oil to not have to be outside when I needed to breathe because of how uncomfortable I felt and Jesse said that was Jason sitting in the car looking at me, though I did not feel as such. Jesse said there were other issues and after awhile, I started to believe he might be right; or there was something else going on.

Shortly after the complaints began and in combination of some other emails coming through with more threats before I switched email accounts, I was told about the IRS aspect of people who did not pay their taxes. I thought it would be a good idea to print the form, fill the form out by hand, and then go to the Crystal Creek Apartment complex to use the fax machine to send the form to the IRS about some of the people I once knew in the state of Texas who were in ClubFEM who repeatedly tried to get me to be a Professional Dominatrix saying the cash could be kept hidden from the government of The United States of America; the same people who made fun of my military background and claimed I was faking my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury effects in the BDSM lifestyle in Dallas/Fort Worth and in Austin. I wrote of how Maitresse Renee had continuously tried multiple times to get me to join her and I gave a few examples of which she said I could (though my then boyfriend obviously ex-boyfriend by the point of being in Vancouver Washington); one of which was going to a strip club with multiple individuals to get paid $500 in cash and a portion of the tips; though I never heard back from the IRS about that.

As that was going on along with everything else then the apartment managers started telling me I could not do laundry even though the lease agreement had no time limitation for using the washer and dryer, and Tracey was mad at me because I pointed that reality out to her. She then said "Pam has cancer, don't you think you should be nicer to her?" after Tracey had been mad at me for sweeping/shoveling the snow off of the pathway for Pam, and not recognizing Jason was having Pam take care of his two children while scolding me for taking care of the snow. Still doing my best to ensure my son was okay and taken care of while also dealing with trying to recover myself, because of what happened with my daughter at McCoy elementary School in Carrollton Texas; then a knock came to the apartment door.

There outside on the front porch was a Sheriff Officer, who wanted to ask me a few questions. Initially I asked if he wanted to come into the apartment but he said we could talk on the porch, and he said Pam and Jason had concerns about the noise levels. I told him what had occurred up to that point including the apartment complex manager and when he asked me why I was in Washington state, I told him what events lead up to that point in time. The Sheriff Officer listened to me and what I had to say and when Jesse came outside and saw the Sheriff there, he stayed for a brief amount of time to complain about Jason before going back inside of the apartment while I spoke with the Sheriff. When the Sheriff asked me "Why do you think Jason is mad at you?"; I told him "because I put Jason in his place for attempting to tell me how to raise my son when he has the nerve to dare to make his mom who is recovering from cancer take care of her grandchildren while living with her, but thinks he knows how to raise my son; after what I had been dealing with."

The Sheriff laughed as I then asked, "Officer, do you have children?" He nodded and I then asked, "Officer if your wife had been told by someone like Jason how to raise your children, how do you think she would respond? Do you think she would have been meaner or nicer, than I was?" He laughed so hard he had to lean on the railing and said "I know better than to answer that one, but yes; she would not allow that to occur." Then I asked, "If your mom had a situation happen like that, how would she have responded to Jason?" The Sheriff smiled and said "Oh my God, she would...never mind...I think I have heard enough and I will be going downstairs to speak with Pam and Jason about this because yes, you are correct, you were very nice to not do anything worse to him when I know what the females you brought up would have done." I thanked him for his time and his service to the county again, before he went down the stairs.

The situation progressed further and I began to contact the HUD Housing of Vancouver and Washington state, as well as Senator Maria Cantwell about what was occurring. While the manager Tracey wanted me to move to the first floor apartment instead of simply fixing the leak at first as it took the maintenance crew more than five attempts to get the leak under control, her concern was more about Pam's cancer while ignoring the reality she was having Pam do work at the complex grounds while she was also taking care of her grandchildren. Tracey told me "Your head injury is nothing compared to her cancer" of which I tried to not physically show my upset, about that. Ironically that evening there was over 3 inches of snow that overcame the area, and by the end of the week the roads were completely shut down.

As time progressed and after more snow had fallen after releasing the Brain Coral, I found myself having to calm more situations down for a multitude of aspects, doing what I could to ensure the safest aspects for my son and for myself. While the problems with the Crystal Creek Apartment Complex on Minnehaha continued to worsen as one day Jesse returned to the apartment to tell me "I just talked with Tracey and we are going to have to leave here, I know you wanted to keep some consistency for James; but she is ridiculous."

I asked "What happened?" though he would not tell me, I went to the office to asked and they refused to speak with me in the front office, and then a little bit later there was an envelope taped to the door which I tried to just take from the person's hands, instead that male said "Taping to the door is procedure, for this sort of thing here." I asked "What sort of thing?" and the male said "You will find out when I am done, taping it to your front door." I waited and when he walked down the stairs, I took the taped envelope off of the door to then read the apartment complex was not allowing the renewal of the lease, and my son, my then boyfriend, and I needed to be out of the apartment within two weeks.

Jesse was infuriated with me for not doing anything about the situation and told me I needed to ask someone from the Velvet Rope about the matter, which I contacted the trupple. Thankfully that person met with me and when Jesse and I arrived to meet that person from Microsoft in a parking lot; I started discussing the aspects from Carrollton Texas and my daughter, of which I dealt with that conversation when getting back to the apartment because as Jesse said "You should have remembered more than just being selfish about your daughter, you don't have her so just move on. What's wrong with you, why can't you just let go. You have done nothing except complain to me about what happened to her and now because you couldn't remember to talk about the apartment, I am going to have to deal with being homeless. If for just one minute you could stop caring about what happened to her and James, you could be better at being a girlfriend. Why do you have to be, such a mom?"

I looked to the sky watching the clouds rolling in with lightning flashes as I stated, "Because I am a mom, mother f****r.. Get used to that, you got it?" as a streak of lightning clashed and made a thunderous boom, and the clouds poured a torrential downpour as he drove my car. I said, "I will take care of what I need to do, and you do what you need to."

Upon returning to the apartment I contacted a friend of James' mom and set up a summer trip for James to visit with Greg and Dee, while I would be able to set up housing. Jesse wanted to go to Alaska again and I said "No, I have to make sure everything is okay for my son. He has gotten used to Washington state, and he will graduate in Washington state. If you want to go to Alaska, then go." however, instead there was a month in the Hosmer Crossraods Hotel before getting the rental house in Lakewood Washington of which I found through the website www.formilitaryonly.com and when I had sent the information and the ability was able to go through, the rental house was moved into.

I did what I could to get the yard taken care of an planted some bushes which would assist the owners for whenever I moved out as well as took care of the lawn so the grass grew, and the weeds were gone. I trimmed the tree branches with a pole saw upward so the tree looked more like a lollipop and the neighbors in the area would be able to drive around the corner without having their view blocked when making a turn one way or another, just as I repaired a few other aspects of the yard; while sending pictures to the owners so they could see the progress quickly. After I finished repairing the front and back yard areas, I had my son have the chore of mowing the lawn for maintenance so he could learn about that type of work necessary for maintaining a house when he grew older. Though I had been kept in the room on the other side of the room where Jesse's computer and bed were, I did what I could to make sure my son was taken care of for school and time with his friends, as well as being able to go to church. By that point I had already begun my Medal of Honor Art Project, and the first two books were almost completely finished being edited to then send to The Library of Congress.

In 2015 I had already sent four or five out of the eight books I had written to The Library of Congress which were "The Curious Children Book Series: Volume One: What is a Family? By: Susan MeeLing", "The Curious Children Book Series: Volume Two: What's the Difference? By: Susan MeeLing", "Finding a Silver Lining By: Susan MeeLing", "Finding the Silver Lining By: Susan MeeLing", and either I had already sent "The Paroxysm of the Lotus Book Series: Volume One: Complicated Simplicity By: Susan MeeLing" and/or was about to send "The Paroxysm of the Lotus Book Series: Volume Two: Portraits of Partnerships By: Susan MeeLing" to The Library of Congress for the registration. Towards the end of 2015 I was almost ready to send "The Paroxysm of the Lotus Book Series: Volume Three: Celestial Chastisement By: Susan MeeLing" to The Library of Congress, though I had almost finished "Fail-Safe: The Kennedy curse fused with Science Fiction By: Susan MeeLing" in for the registration to The Library of Congress. At that time of that year I had already completed over 30 of my Medal of Honor Art Project pieces and delivered them, and was getting ready to take the next group of my Medal of Honor Art Project pieces into McLendon's Hardware for their encasements.

Towards the end of 2015 I had found an advertisement on craigslist to do a show called "Guardian Assholes" of which I applied and was accepted for the role of the Lead Psychologist for the Galaxy, but with a British accent. When I met with Joey from Boeing to do the show and also Andrew Fast who was one of the characters with a military background, he and I clicked and we went to meet in Seattle for a possible location to show Joey; though Joey did not seem to want to look it over. Though I had only signed the contract for that show and nothing more later when at a restaurant with some of the cast I thought I saw some weird looking people with professional video equipment of which surprised me. At first I let it slide because maybe they were in college and doing something for a school project; however with later events, I realized maybe not so much.

If those people were illegally video taping me as well as the others in those locations as when I was in Washington state which has strict privacy laws when expecting to be in a secure location as does Oregon, Montana, Idaho, Utah, Nevada, Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota, North Dakota, Nebraska, Iowa, and Illinois (of which I had expected only the public locations I went to security systems to be filming and none within any hotel room I had booked as I would never agree to something like that for my Medal of Honor Art Project at that time and only after certain events in 2018-2019 had I thought about such being a possibility of which I knew would have to be cleared with each state and city thereof as well as the private property of each cemetery location); those people had violated my privacy rights as well as each of those cities of each of those states, as well as each of the cemeteries because I guesstimate there are specific requirements for private property to have professional video taping done when in certain locations.

For example I guesstimate if someone is going to do a profit type of filming and/or pictures for something at a place such as Lockwold Gardens in Lakewood Washington, there are legal agreements of which everyone must sign. I would also guesstimate there are fees associated with the application processes and thus, I would guesstimate private cemeteries are not any different as to getting permissions from the property land owner(s). Since I had not received contact back from the letters I sent asking if anyone would be interested for future ideas of my Medal of Honor Art Project, I did not contact the private cemetery locations nor the individual states as I did not have a time frame to give them the proper information. While I comprehend law enforcement agencies doing surveillance to check to see if I was being respectful since the Medal of Honor award is the highest award one can earn, I cannot believe the law enforcement agencies would be disrespectful when going to such locations; though I can believe selfish civilians who thought ignorantly about themselves being above any states law would attempt to make a profit from something which was not theirs to begin with as my Medal of Honor Art Project is exactly that, my Medal of Honor Art Project.

I never invited anyone other than my son to go with me to the locations of the Medal of Honor recipient markers, but not in a professional manner; in a way of which he could see what I was doing and the purposes why; not for any other reasons beyond time together and showing him the Montana Vortex. If some people thought they could make money off of my Medal of Honor Art Project to go make a movie or television show or streaming or whatever the techy stuff for media is called nowadays and created problems for the different locations (such as Montana when my son and I were leaving the Montana Vortex to go to Arlee Montana such as the red Hyundai); I did not give any person not group any legal rights to follow me as such, nor did I sign any contract allowing such for my Medal of Honor Art Project. The contract Joey gave me to sign was for the show "Guardian Assholes" for the events in the studio, as well as the fitness studio only; as explained to me by him and the others in the show, which I did not know had been sent to Amazon for publishing until the end of 2018 as I had not been texted or called as I told Joey and the cast many times over of the need to contact me via my phone and not via email because of my issues with technology in the Washington state area.

Again, I comprehend law enforcement agencies following to check and make sure I was being respectful of the Medal of Honor recipients as well as when I was going for such in each cemetery. What I do not comprehend nor do I condone nor did I allow was just any random person without my personal approval to go through with anything in regards to video taping or taking pictures of me, nor to sell my Medal of Honor Artwork pieces. Anyone who knows anything about the Medal of Honor Award knows and comprehends the markers in specific just as the way the award itself of the medal, can never be allowed to be sold. For example, estate sales cannot include any medal earned by a soldier and must have that removed from an estate sale because of the legalities associated with The United States of America's Armed Forces; thus my Medal of Honor Artwork pieces would fall into that same legal category.

In 2016 I had planned to go to Oregon for those Medal of Honor recipient's rubbings for my Medal of Honor Art Project, and then later go to Montana for my Medal of Honor Art Project trips. When in Montana after going to Miles City and Little Bighorn National Park and was on my way to Lewistown, I stopped at a location called Ray's Gas Station. There I met two male motorcyclists who were on the other side of the gas station from the people with children playing, and I asked if it would be okay for me to smoke near them instead of going back into my car for a little bit. The older male grumbled while the younger male asked me "What are you doing in the state of Montana?" I explained my Medal of Honor Art Project trip and the younger male said "That sounds interesting" while the older male said "My old lady does stuff like that"; of which I said "I hope she knows what she's doing because if not, she can get injured doing so."

The younger male asked, "What is the purpose of you Medal of Honor Art Project?" and I said "I want to accomplish a few things, first of all giving respect to all of the Medal of Honor recipients for being such bada**es. Though I also admit the purpose is to educate the civilians of what they have gone through to ensure the freedoms far too many have taken advantage of, and then cry like little tittybabies about little things; when those guys have gone through so much to ensure the safety for so many then; and for future generations." The younger motorcyclist laughed as the older motorcyclist grumbled again as I continued "The Medal of Honor recipients are the most amazing spirits of The United States of America and though they were doing what they had done in order to preserve the rights and freedoms for their brothers and sisters then and in the future, but they also did what it took to make sure The Constitution kept going forward for many generations."

The older male scoffed again almost seemingly upset of my response as the younger male looked up from the wooden rocking chair bench, while I stretched my legs a bit longer and finished my cigarette. The younger male asked "Do you only smoke those?" and I said "I go back and forth between these and e cigarettes, but right now I am missing the warmth of the flame. So, that's why I can smoke and take a moment to stretch my legs at the same time; but I do need to get back on the road to get back to the hotel as it is getting late and I need to beat the sunset lights." I returned to my car which I had already gassed up by then, and got on my way. Later I saw the two motorcyclists in my rear view mirror and I moved to the slower lane for them to pass on, so I could then maintain a safe speed. Though I was already going 85 miles per hour, they obviously were far more accustomed to driving on mountains than I, and thus they went ahead of me.

I continued on with my Medal of Honor Art Project despite what I was dealing with for that time which I tried my best for my son my fellow patriotic citizens of The United States of America as well, though with certain events while I would like to continue on with my Medal of Honor Art Project; I know there are a few legalities which need to occur first. Since I have contacted various law enforcement agencies to ensure of whatever testimony they need from me, I will await to ensure the respect for such is given to that which is necessary for justice.

Oddly I purchased this sticker to put on my care and the place in the picture of where my hands and head are in the reflection, as when I saw such when taking the picture I thought to myself "I can't be the only one who thinks people look at me in this way, as this is continuously on my mind in various ways." Not solely in reference to the events of 11 September 2001 as though many aspects of such yes, are continuously in my thoughts and prayers; but also the events leading up to as well as the events thereafter of my personal life experiences; and with the complexities in the details of this one tag sticker I such as many never did forget; despite the jumbled way certain times when I speak things come out of my mouth or from my fingertips. Each symbol in the sides of the silver had its own impact on my thoughts in reference to various aspects involving 11 September 2001 but also throughout various points in my life and as just a few quick examples of what I can think of which I needed to remember and not forget other than the events of 11 September 2001; SCUBA Diving, the Vandenberg, the aspects of the United States of America's Armed Forces, but always keeping in mind what to do best to keep my children in my thoughts to make sure they are proud of me. Weird I know, though my mind works in odd ways, admittedly.

The ultimate measure of an individual is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where they stand at the time of challenge and controversy.

We must reject the idea that everytime a law is broken society is guity, rather than the law breaker. 

Freedom is never-more than one generation away, from exinction.  We do not pass freedom on through our blood stream because freedom must be fought for, protected, and handed on for the next generation to do the same.

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.

It should not take a head injury to figure this out, because you are smarter.

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Thank you for taking the time to look through this website and please, enjoy your day.

Brightest blessings to all, for the highest good.

Please use the To Contact form to submit requests to hire Reverend Susan MeeLing for personal appearances for book signings, book readings, discussions, and the like if interested immediately.

 

If you are interested in using any of the information, videos, pictures, and etcetera of mine which I have put on my website please contact me through the To Contact form to present the details requested and we can discuss the details of and my terms and conditions if granted.  In reference of what I personally have created and am the only owner of such copyrights, of course the articles referenced with the photo-journailsm is of you to contact them for their ownership rights; though I simply post the links with my commentary of my opinions and thoughts thereof for the overall view.  I do hope those particular journalists and photo-journailsts have been able to get more work, for such within the pages; as I hope to be hired for my own.

The modeling pictures are of me and while I have images of other aspects in my journal blog entries as well as links to articles, those are those journalists' work and I have given them credit for such without taking any credits from their writings/photography/etcetera.  Hence why I posted their names, the companies the journalsts worked for at the time, and so on. 

 

While I did not state the photography of such were mine; again in reference of the links to the direct articles in my journal blog, being fully available to be seen as to not take credit away, from each of the photo-journalists and writers thereof. 

 

The same is in reference of my first book "Finding A Silver Lining By:  Susan MeeLing", in reference to credits due to each individual writing within that specifically are for legal purposes of references and for examples; in comparison to my own writings, of which are the majority of within those pages.

If you are interested in using my journal blog entries for your news station, radio broadcast, pictures, videos, artwork, and etcetera including the possibility complete an interview and/or set of, please use the To Contact form to let me know of the detailed request.  The same is in reference to the name of my journal blog The Ornery PSA if you are interested in purchasing the rights to use the name, as well as a show thereof.

My pictures from when I had modeled had been under the understanding if there were profits made from the selling of my pictures, I would receive the profits thereof.  As I have not been informed of such images being sold for profit, I thus far have not received profits from thus far. 

 

Though my multiple types of painting artwork is available to see on my website, any designs thereof have not been given permission to anyone to utilize nor profit from the designs I made for businesses; as that contact to me and the contracts of set profit margins to me, would need to be discussed.  That includes the paintings of mine, which includes the painted areas around each of my Medal of Honor Artwork pieces that I created by myself with my own paint.  If interested in using such, please use the To Contact page with the details thereof for possibility of approval depending upon my choice.

Other options available, in the To Contact area to specify.