The Nicole Factor: cousins

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Wednesday, November 2, 2016

One Rare Time That "Auntie Nicole" Laughed Of Late

With "Auntie Michelle" withholding Reilly from "Momma" once again, at least "Momma" has time to write another quick entry—an entry that is actually a little upbeat for a change. At least in the painful moments, "Momma" can think of moments like the one in which poor Reilly bested her toy-stealing cousin, whom "Auntie Nicole" first mistook for a toy—and quickly realized that she mistook for a toy as she went to reach for her and play with Reilly.

In between being mistaken for a furry toy and getting an actual toy taken from her snatch by Reilly, Camille decided to keep stealing a destuffed-and-desqueakered ball from "Auntie Nicole" every time that she would try to give it to Reilly—run in between "Auntie Nicole" and Reilly to get it, play tug of war, etc.—Cam insisted on Rei's lack of being able to get the toy.

Finally, "Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" threw the toy for both of them—and Reilly got it! Of course, "Mom-Mom" later had to remove the piece of cloth that Camille tore of it from Reilly's mouth—and that "Momma" tucked into the ball when she threw it for Cam and Ri.

Incidentally:

The laughter, of course, was marred by the OCD/Anxiety, etc.
"Momma"/"Auntie Nicole" still thinks about how Reilly doesn't have a "Daddy" and Camille doesn't have an "uncle" with whom to share moments like that—so, loneliness definitely marred the laughter in Camille's bratiness.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Why I Haven't Been Writing the Memoir For the Past Few Days

I have been going through a lot (as some have read in the past, and as I see that a Ms. Sandubrae tries to use against me—you are not funny; you are not cool, and you are proving to be the "snotty" person that L. Kay and one of your high-school classmates stated that you are, Mrs. Sandubrae. I continue to record visits of my blog from you and/or your followers who are trying to intimidate me. You are also only adding to the through the Hell which I'm going), and that includes being on the verge of suicide, having a cold (My immune system finally wore down—and partly due to what trouble you have caused me, Mrs. Sandubrae; and remember that my threat of prosecution is not idle. Where in the law can one read that public figures may harass and intimidate other public figures as you and your followers have done to me? Get a life and wise up, Mrs. Sandubrae, or you may well be prosecuted.).

Meanwhile, I'm figuring that I'm going to need some life-changing event (as if—and since—having an ITB Pump and being on the verge of suicide several times, for example, apparently—and evidently—doesn't count) in order for those who haven't been supporting me and praying for me to even notice what's going on my life. The event includes the choices of, but is not limited to, getting into my final relationship (I'm not getting into another relationship unless the relationship is with whom I know and am sure is the one.), having a baby (which is not going to happen until after I'm married, if I ever am able to marry), having a grandchild (like lucky Geraldo Rivera did—497 likes and 56 comments in about an hour, and six retweets with 21 favorites and 12 comments in about an hour [at last count]—and which will not happen for me anytime soon unless I adopt a kid who is expecting and/or has kids of his or her own shortly after he or she is adopted), and becoming famous (That's how I'll really get people to notice and give a **** about anything that I say, do, or go through at all.).

By the way, as much as I forgive people, I certainly think that when bad comes to them for what they've done to me and/or others serves them rightly. For example, Liz's prophecy came true, and I was humbled (and served rightly) when it came true—and while Pop-Pop is not dead, he is certainly not alive—he's one of the deadest living men of whom I have ever heard, and he is served rightly for what he's done to his mother (z"l), his daughter, and others.

Liz told Aunt Mary (Pop-Pop's only daughter) that Pop-Pop wouldn't be alive within five years of January-February 2007—and he has pneumonia and other issues for which he is hospitalized. Indeed, "Let God be true and every man a liar"—and it frankly serves Jack Czarnecki rightly. How dare he commit second-degree murder with murder-malice intent and Social Security fraud! And how dare he affect his daughter—his only daughter!—to be driven to a suicide attempt!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

If Perry Hall Turns Out To Be Who I Think That He Is....

Wait until I smack you. ;-) In all seriousness, how could I have guessed that it is you? Maybe I should have, though. Gosh; we Czarneckis are a tough lot...perhaps given that we've been through a lot (and that we're Andrulewiczes, too..."Alexandria Alice" was apparently a family name among the Czerneckis, Andrulevicuses, and Danilowiczes...and Great-Great-Grandma did list "Katarzyna Czerniezka" as her nearest relative--which she could do only if she was truly related to her sine she wasn't talking to her after the conversions):