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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.

One day my biological sister admitted to me back in 2005

My biological sister Patricia Ann Hom-Miller was going to McHenry High School in #SanAntonio #Texas during the time of which our biological parents had completed a bridge loan for the timeframe when selling their house in #Illinois when moving to the state of Texas, of which at the time she was living in my house in San Antonio until the sale was completed and their move was finalized for her to move into the house with them. During the time of the first week of school she told me there was a school project which she had to go to another student's parents' house, to work on with a group. I told her to call me if she was going to be later than the time she gave me of 6:30pm/18:30, of which she called me at the time to inform me there were some students who just arrived to the house. Telling me she would be at my house before 8pm/20:00, she then called me at the time to tell me the group ordered pizza and were getting to the work; and as I knew certain students have after school activities, I thought nothing of such as a problem. I was told she would not be any later than 10pm/22:00 of which when the time had come, around 10:30pm/22:30 I began calling her cellphone to then start calling the house of our biological parents.


When continuously calling without any picking up, around just before midnight I called our biological parents in Illinois in fear I was going to be blamed and in trouble wrongly for what Patricia Ann Hom at the time was doing; of which when the phone was answered by our biological mother Anna Louise Lally Hom, she told me Patricia Ann Hom had called the house in Illinois to tell them she was too tired to drive from the student's parents' house to mine and had driven to their new house.


I asked why since my house was in #PheasantCreek Subdivision and the student's parents' house was in #AppleCreek Subdivision, whereas the new house was off of #Bandera/16 and Gillbeau (?spelling?). My biological mother told me not to worry as it was not a big deal for that drive and yet when I explained the distance from the student's parents' house to my house was only a few blocks compared to the miles for a drive to their new house, my biological mother told me it was not that big of a deal and to stop being overdramatic. I went over to the house to then see three different cars in the driveway, the garage door open to around knee high level, and a billowing of smoke which I had not smelled before leaving the area. Instead of pounding on the door and yelling at my biological sister knowing she was doing something she should not have, I returned to my house to call repeatedly until she picked up the phone; which was essentially over 3 hours of continuous phone calls, until she finally answered pretending to be woken from a slumber. I told her to be at my house in the morning an hour before school started giving her the opportunity to come clean, though she did not see it as such. When she arrived at my house in the morning she slammed my front door open with a teenage attitude which she did not know I already knew all of the answers which should have been given, however I allowed her to attempt to convince me of the lies of hers being truthful.


When she continued to lie to my face I took her to the high school demanding she return back to my house, for further questioning to answer truthfully; as I was also taking my son and my daughter to their daycare #Montessori school. When she again slammed my front door and as a side note those who understand my personality, understand what infuriated me as my children were woken up from that attitude of hers initially, on top of my headaches at the time; to later speak with our biological parents about the situation, though mainly speaking with Anna Louise Lally Hom. I had realized when going through my phone's caller identification to see the phone number for the last or first name of Adam, that was a phone call from the student's parents' house of which since I already knew certain things had occurred as it did not take a head injury to figure that out; I called the parents' phone number, thinking I would be speaking with the parents. The voicemail picked up and I left a message to then continue on with my day, cleaning the house, taking care of the yardwork, and of course taking care of my son and my daughter.


Around 11:30am or 12:30pm I received a phone call and when I answered the phone, I spoke with the Mom of the student which she and I spoke for several hours quite comfortably. She informed me one of her daughters had gotten the voicemail and called her on the way to drop off one of her other daughters to the airport for a church missionary trip, and her son was going to be attending seminary school over the summer. I informed her of the situation which she and her husband were not aware of the students being at their house since both of them had different work schedules, which she then told me she had gone to #McHenryHighSchool to speak with her son about the situation. Hearing the fear in her voice I apologized for causing alarm as I was only intending to inform her and her husband so they could be informed of their son's whereabouts when she told me the only other time she had ever done so, was on 11 September 2001 as her husband had commuted to work for several days to return back to their home. Instantly I apologized again knowing there was a reason for such, and the Mom and I had discussed several additional points including my growing up in #NewJersey and why I fought to be emancipated to join the #UnitedStatesofAmerica's #ArmedForces as well as my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury and the after effects thereof. We had a lovely discussion after the initial points of, and though I invited her and her family over for a BBQ; the schedules were complex at the time, though I still hope she and her family are doing well.


When I went to the school to pick up my biological sister she walked to my van angrily to open the passenger door and slam it shut, which I ordered her to get out of the car and renter my van without slamming my car door. She rolled her eyes and when she saw me put the engine in park telling her to do so or I was not going to drive, she got out of the car to softly close the door and reenter the car afterwards to softly close the door. During the time outside of my van she commented to a few teenagers nearby which one was a male who I will be writing more about in a brief moment, which he had a streak of blond in his dark black hair color around the length by his chin. I got out of my van and asked if he would like to repeat himself so I could clearly hear the words he had to say, which he shook his head and walked away nervously before my biological sister reentered my van. My son and my daughter were in the backseats giggling as they knew I was upset and knew, they had not seen that side of me before.


After hours of questioning my biological sister until she confessed she had a threesome with the two males who I had seen their feet and legs of in the garage in our biological parents' house, I told her she did not have to worry about me telling our biological father and as she was thanking me; I told her "Do not thank me, just yet."


As she sat outside on the back patio, I went into my house, grabbed the cordless phone, dialed the house number to Illinois, and told our biological father "Patricia has something to tell you, right now" as I handed her the phone. After she told him what she did then my now dead-ex-husband had spoken with him, before I spoke on the phone with him; as Patricia sat in the chair watching, listening, and pouting. Then after being told the punishment was up to me, I handled the situation. Instead of Patricia staying in my house alone over the weekend, she went with to #FortWorth to spend the weekend with my now ex-in-laws. As she attempted to make me upset, Patricia Ann Hom-Miller had told my now ex-sister-in-law how much she wished Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez was her sister instead of me. I rolled my eyes, not caring about the teenager attitude.


Several weeks later after the time which Patricia Ann Hom-Miller was grounded from anything other than school and the dance classes our biological parents paid for, I allowed a group of her friends to come over to my house to watch a movie together. I made snacks and drinks for them to have while watching the movie and when I was upstairs taking care of laundry, I felt an urge to go downstairs to check on what was going on at the time. As I approached the landing area of the stairs I saw a burst of light, which caught my attention in the back patio area through the glass door. There one of the males specifically the male who had the streak of yellow blond in his chin to shoulder length dark black hair, was spraying the hairspray can and lighting the liquid with one of the BBQ lighters on the table. As he was aiming the flames at my biological sister, the other female in the group, and the other male in the group, I stepped outside demanding the boy with the skunk type hair color to stop doing so; while pushing the flames away from them, and extinguishing the flames. As he relit the hairspray while aiming at me, I pushed the flames away from me and repeated telling him to stop. The teenage boy repeatedly lit the hairspray several times aiming at me before then aiming at my house, towards my son's room area. I warned the teenage boy several more times before I went upstairs calmly to open the gun safe, removed the firearm which was loaded with a full clip, I pulled the area back to load a round into the chamber, and I walked down the stairs. As the teenage boy was still doing the same thing, I told him to stop one more time before pulling the firearm up from the side to point directly at his head; repeating my order for him, to stop.


The male slowly put the hairspray can on the table as well as the BBQ lighter while complaining and claiming of my 'meanness for not being able to take a joke when lighting the hairspray on fire at people and [my] house'; before standing up to tell me his dad is a Sheriff, and finally leaving my house. Though the other teenagers were welcome to stay and watch another movie, they chose to leave as my biological sister complained to me about as she said the claim of my overreaction. To this moment, I still think and believe I was quite composed and calm under the circumstances. My hands were not shaking, nor did my heart skip a beat.


When our biological parents finished the house sale in Illinois to move to San Antonio, they stopped by my house to pick up my biological sister to take her back to their house and speak. Later they returned to my house demanding a sit down which we all went out to my back patio and as I sat with my back against the wall where the windows were, I listened to each of them blame me for what my biological sister did. My biological mother told me if I 'had not hugged [my then] husband in front of Patty, then she would not have felt lonely to the point she needed to have a threesome in their bed'. My biological sister repeated what my biological mother said while crying and though my biological father initially had said when still in Illinois he 'did not send Patty to be the best little whore in Texas' after the discussion with Patricia Ann Hom-Miller and Anna Louise Lally Hom, he changed to say 'if [I] did not have to be as [I] am, Patty would not have been so eager to jump into bed with the two others'.


Later the following year in 2005 Patricia Ann Hom-Miller and I went to meet which she told me she was helping her dance teacher in San Marcos to cheat on his wife, and she had learned of having HPV and then explained to me what that was. She did not know if she had caught from when she was in college and some of the parties she went to, if she caught it from when she was active in Illinois, or if she caught it from the husband who she was helping to cheat on his wife.


I asked if she had ever used condoms before and she shrugged her shoulders, before I asked if the reason why when she was staying at my house in San Antonio if that was why she was weirded out when I told her if she needed me to buy her some condoms she seemed bothered by such. She told me our biological parents did not offer to do so and when I offered when she was living at my house, she did not know how to respond. I told her it was easy to simply tell the truth, as I would have gone to the store to pick some up for her to prevent not only pregnancy though also to be able to prevent the spreading of disease. She told me what I had been told in a different way in a different time of "that's an old wives tale"; though in such a reference to such, the comment previous to that discussion was when growing up in New Jersey. I had been the only person who had asked if it was really a good idea to put in a basement into the bottom area of #OldTennentPresbyterianChurch, as the casket for the original Pastor William J. Tennent was underneath the center aisle; which I was told "that's an old wives tale" in reference to the casket being there.


Similar to back then in the times of the early 1990s as to the time in 2005, such was not an old wives tale; such was merely and simply, the truth. Similarly, both have been proven for such facts.



Snow covered frozen fountain during a surprise snowstorm, non-photoshopped picture

While the teenager boy did not ever return to my house with any law enforcement as the guesstimation I had of which in the state of Texas there is the right to defend oneself, others, and one's property within reason by any means necessary; if that teenager boy with the black colored hair and one streak of yellow/blond did not understand such and/or threw a temper tantrum because his parents knew I was correct and then continued with a temper tantrum through causing problems for my son, my daughter, my friends, my Medal of Honor Art Project, and I; then since back in the state of Texas after how I wound up in #Washington state and the situations thereof in attempts to anger me, then in order to do such that teenager boy at the time now has many more than just me to realize the individuals and groups who he had angered in attempts to get at me.


By the way the high school graduation to look for such a picture of the teenager boy, would be from McHenry High School in San Antonio graduating class of 2004.

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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