The Ornery P.S.A.

(Public Service Announcement)



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.

The upcoming 29 August 2020 date and some prior events around the date of 29 August

Apparently in a few days will be the 29th of August which is my birthday and for the first time I can think of, I actually remembered my own birthday a few days before the actual day. Usually because of the aspects of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, I have not been able to remember the fact I have a birthday until either after the day however long that might take if I remember at all. The first year after waking up from my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury coma I was in labor with my son and the following year, I was in the last stages of the third trimester with my daughter; though I had made sure my son had a birthday party with my now ex-in-laws, which I will discuss and write about before going on with the other aspects.

My now ex-mother-in-law had set up a birthday party at the #McDonalds in #ForrestHill #Texas which my now ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez had gotten a birthday cake custom made and because she picked it up late, that meant she was late to the birthday party for my son. I knew she was getting the cake and when the McDonald's employee told me they had a birthday cake they could have prepared for my son, I told the employee about what my now ex-sister-in-law was picking up and we agreed the custom cake was going to be better for the time. However when my now ex-sister-in-law arrived and found out that I told the employee about the cake she was picking up and not to worry about the McDonald's cake, she went to complain and yell at the manager and employees about that choice. As she showed up over 1.5 hours after the party time began, the cake they had was frozen and needed to be defrosted which my now ex-sister-in-law said she was willing to wait for that cake.

As the party went on and my now ex-mother-in-law thought it would be a good idea to shove my 1 year old son's face into the birthday cake instead of just letting him enjoy his birthday party, the next set of people who had scheduled the time for their child's birthday party started arriving. Whereas I had no problem moving the stuff to the other side of the McDonald's, my now ex-sister-in-law and my now ex-mother-in-law thought it would be better to stay in the area; of which they argued with me, told my now dead-ex-husband on me to get me to listen, while also yelling at the McDonald's employees at the same time instead of simply moving the stuff across to the other side of the place. It made sense to me since the playground was closer to where we would have been and since most of the children who showed up to the party as friends of my now ex-mother-in-law, it made sense to me to move everything. Despite all of the arguing and bickering, I started gathering all of the presents and other items to move by myself while pregnant with my daughter. I apologized to two females who were waiting patiently and they nodded their heads knowing that I was the only one who was not fighting their time in the place, and just as I placed some items down on a table I heard my now ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez yelling at the females who were waiting.

I turned around to see my now ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez in a slapping fight against the two females who were pulling her hair as she was scratching at their faces, and then they started pushing each other until Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez ended up landing on the birthday cake that was the bigger portion for the rest of the people of the party. She tried telling them something about they did not have to hit a child with a purse, though she did not want to listen to me when I said "They did not see the kid sitting there, calm down"; however she was also arguing back and forth with the employees about the cake, saying the party should not have to move because the cake had not been defrosted. My biology and my own protective nature noticed there was a child caught in between the three adult females which I put some other items down to pick up the child and pulled her out, from in the middle of the three adult females fighting with one another as some people from the next party started showing up. My now ex-mother-in-law screamed at her friends who hid behind the glass at the #PlayPlace looking on as she then looked at the fight going on and yelled punta negro!

I started getting yelled at by my now dead-ex-husband then husband at the time, while doing what I could to help the child whose arm was a bit bruised and almost fractured though prevented from being fully broken. As the fight continued on the employees watched and made their comments about my now ex-sister-in-law the one who yelled at them in the fight, as my now ex-mother-in-law encouraged my now ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez. I started walking over to the group who was showing up for the party afterwards to apologize and one of the males with a blue bandana nodded his head at me telling me "We know, its cool. Dontcha worry bout it, its all good." I started gathering the presents to put into the car because I felt there was going to be a bigger issue which once my now dead-ex-husband saw the bandanas he started yelling at me to move faster, though I was the only one who was getting stuff to move out to the van. When getting back inside the males and females who were in the party area nodded at me and I nodded back, as I remembered something from when growing up in New Jersey and going to New York; though I could not put it together at the time, being so short of a time from waking up from the coma and the injury itself on Psalm Sunday the year before. I told one of the females I knew it was their turn for the space and she told me she knew I was helping and not causing a problem, and not to worry.

Then, the Forrest Hill Police officers showed up along with EMS. My now ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez started yelling and making more of a scene while my now ex-mother-in-law continued on as her friends stayed behind the glass watching while the child was being looked at by the EMS. Shortly afterwards the employees of McDonalds were speaking with the Police Officers, and my now dead-ex-husband said it was time to go. I was yelled at for not getting involved with the fight to defend my now ex-sister-in-law and dealt with a conversation in the ride over to my now ex-in-law's house to be greeted by my ex-father-in-law who asked how the party went, which I told him I did not want to talk about it. When I calmed down he came over to where I was at and asked me what happened, just as my now ex-mother-in-law and now ex-sister-in-law with her three children walked into the house. My now ex-sister-in-law was proudly holding the McDonald's birthday cake as though it was an actual trophy while complaining about the scratches and bruises, while screaming a bunch of names about the females including calling one Aunt Jemmimah which confused me why she was referring to the females as pancake syrup.

In my thoughts then and now and make fun of me if you will, I wondered why she was referring to the people she started a fight with as sweet while complaining about them at the same time.

My ex-father-in-law got the whole story from the rest of that and was the only person who defended me for not getting involved with the fight, as well as defended me for the cake situation against the rest of everyone else there. My now ex-mother-in-law was mad that he took my side, my now ex-sister-in-law was mad because she would not see how the employees were in the right as well as the other people's party were in the right, two of her three children took her side while the middle one remained neutral in the situation, and my now-dead-ex-husband refused to see my or his father's side of the situation. The rest of the time was focused on that and later I learned there was going to be a court case which I was yelled at for not showing up to the court to as she wished to state what she wanted me to say, though I was either in labor or I was delivering my daughter as the labor for my son and the labor for my daughter were each 7 days long. Thus the first two years after waking up from my coma from my head injury on Psalm Sunday, I had no reason to even think about the timing of my own birthday.

The years afterwards from my daughter's birth was focused on my son and my daughter's birthdays as mine is the 29th of August, my son has his birthday in the beginning of September and my daughter's birthday is in the end of September. Prior to my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, I had a total of 2 birthday parties where others were at the event though one kind of birthday party-ish. The first birthday party ironically was at McDonald's in New Jersey near the Pathmark, and the second birthday party was my Sweet 16 and Bon Voyage party in combination with my biological sister's Bon Voyage party at the same time. The birthday party-ish in between had been for my fourteenth birthday party which I had a sleepover with a female named Jackie, and was allowed to watch my first PG-13 movie ever; though the sleepover was about one or two weeks before my actual birthday, thus I was technically still 13 years old when watching my first PG-13 movie. I picked out Cat's Eye by Stephen King from the group of movies which my biological parents allowed me to choose from, which was an extremely small selection as they did not approve of any other movies I previously picked as they said they thought the other movies were too scary comparatively. Later I was told I could have had a birthday party for my 13th birthday if I had not had the problem I had when at Baptist Camp Lebanon, as my biological parents said that if I had not ruined that year's birthday by being assaulted by a camp counselor; then I might have been lucky enough to have a birthday party, though the fact my childhood dog had died on my 13th birthday at the same time of when I was dealing with that situation realistically I did not see anything worthwhile to celebrate.

I have a feeling there might be some whether they themselves have been wrongly assaulted or not assaulted, who could understand why there was no reason I could see to celebrate anything. Though to be honest, I do not think there actually was going to be a birthday party anyway and that was my biological parent's way to simply have an excuse to say another birthday of mine was not needing to be celebrated by them or anyone.

After my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury I had one kind of birthday party-ish as there were decorations unlike any prior event for my birthday which an ex-boyfriend had gotten and set up with my son, while my daughter was in a hospital at the time.

The fact I was not excited about the surprise was not understood by my ex-boyfriend, though for my son I did what I could to smile and appreciate the effort which was in 2010. In an irony and odd turn of events, around a week or so later had been a situation on the patio in the #Irving apartment which was definitely different to put it mildly. Since then as well as before and after then, my main focus had been on my son and my daughter's birthdays from the times after their births. Last year I decided to go to the ocean after a few things started as I needed to make sure I took care of some responsibilities, which hurricane Dorian was going on at the time. I had to chuckle to myself as there are some who know me as Lady Dori Belle and some who know me as Dori for short, and the additional aspect of the #SCUBA Diving aspect in reference specifically to the #Atlantic area of the ocean where the USS/USNS #Vandenberg is in the #atthiasAbyss within the realm of the #BermudaTriangle which I landed at the bottom of the ocean and surfaced which I took some pictures when I was in the area.

As a side note I am honestly surprised the camera worked at all at the depth level I was at, though I did not know the numbers at the time of nor until much later from that 2009 dive; as it was not until 2020 that I had sat down to write in more details about such, and attempted to complete the math for that particular area of the arithmetic needed. Ironically of #NOAA which sounds like Noah, in an irony in regards of Biblical aspects which they also monitor aspects of the ocean being in charge of naming hurricanes and that aspect thereof. Since I have stated many times for different references of my life experiences seemingly feeling as though I am a scientific anomaly, the irony in the combination of Dori and anomaly in the word for the name of the hurricane named Dorian in conjunction with the weather aspects of the ocean. However to be able to go swimming-ish in the ocean waters off of the coast of #Georgia in a boat ramp area with salt water-ish, I pushed the hurricane clouds back the way I had when I took my son, my daughter, and my niece to a dolphin excursion when in the #FloridaKeys area. Nonetheless the SCUBA tank did not explode upon surfacing and the camera worked when at those depths during that SCUBA Dive, which that is good when thinking about the amount of stuff in the ocean in that area during that time as well as all of the SCUBA Divers in the area and the people on the ships at the surface of the ocean; though I have a feeling there was a cruise ship somewhere within the area, or at minimum not that many nautical miles out from where the Vandenberg was at and possibly a Naval vessel or a few for the United States of America. It would be even more ironic if a guy I knew when I was in high school with him was in one of those naval vessels, as I found out his brother was at a Naval base near where the SCUBA Dive trip had left from in that year. Irony, of ironies.

Admittedly I have also not known what to consider as my birthday as biologically I was born on the 29th, though the aspect of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury of the rebirth aspect possibility, while also taking into consideration of waking up around the time of the 4th of July as an aspect as well; though taking into consideration the aspects of the SCUBA Dive at the Vandenberg in a bigger specific aspect in the beginning of August in 2009, the combination with a few others has been a point which I have kind of wondered about more recently. So biologically my birthday is coming up which I was and am grateful I was able to get a phone call from my son on my birthday last year just before going to go swimming in the ocean along with the ironies of the name of the hurricane, though still confused about such date aspects in regards of the day specifically. Nonetheless, this is the first time I can think of remembering my birthday date before my actual birthday and I have no idea of what to do for such. Realistically I do not know what to do for my own birthday, as thinking about myself in comparison to thinking about others is something which I am not accustomed to.

Are birthday parties for adults a thing, that happens?

I know I need to get my teeth taken care of, hopefully the books I wrote will be considered in regards of the selling aspect, and then maybe there is that World Record aspect for the deepest ocean SCUBA Dive possibility? I have thought about a new tattoo and how that would go in reference to my right arm, though priorities and responsibilities is where my thoughts go, however for myself for my birthday it would be great if I actually was acknowledged as me for what I have done and all of those who have scapegoated me were proven for their actions and my name fully cleared in every way possible in which everyone else who caused problems were held accountable in the ways that they should have been all along and what I was put through is what they get to deal with.

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.

Amazon Author Pages:













Reverend MeeLing

The Ornery PSA


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.