Yeah you enjoy that mkay...

Dear Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it. These last 2 weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didn't even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me any more; whatever the
case, I'm gone.

Your EX-Husband

P.S don't try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to W est Virginia together! Have a great life!

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Dear Ex-Husband:

Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping. Too bad that doesn't work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was 'You look just like a girl!' Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, I didn't comment.

When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I t urned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning. After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica , but when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a dime from me. So take care.

Your Ex-Wife, Rich as Hell & Free!

P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem .




OH how I love things like this....


XO

PEACH OUT

I got more pricks than A Porn Star also here's a pic of my beaver.

Ok this shit is getting old in a super fast way.

As most of you know on the 10th I drove myself to the E.R. like a big twatwaffle because I was having a heart attack. I never had a heart attack  before and since I wasn't in a junk yard, and didn't have chest pains to be fair I wasn't 100% sure it was indeed a heart attack.

The Military in true fashion  had 1 dude that finished the last couple weeks of school and he was playing golf or having an affair or whatever so they sent me to the civilian equivalent to a Gold fish Doctor where they cathed my heart on my daughter's 22nd birthday. I was awake for the beginning of the heart cath and I don't really recommend that for anyone except maybe a couple of those hyena bitches from "The View",
Click here and read - A nut in the Hand
anyway I wrote about it here, because I grabbed the Italian GoldFish Doctor by the nutsack.. He prescribed a medicine and we pretty much left thinking I had dodge another bullet and was rocking the heart with the kick butt sexy brain and it was all just gravy. Went to daughters grad, worked overtime trying to make up some funds, because MENSA man can't balance a budget any more than he can shave hair off a moldy dish he leaves laying in the sink for 3 days. Then went and watched the prince rock his county baseball tournament. Each day I got more and more tired. The fatigue was kicking my butt. But my days needed to be longer, going from 17- 19 to 21 hours. I had to catch up, I was becoming slower so my days had to become longer. I was tearing it up like a herd of turtles.

Ok actually I couldn't take more than 10 steps without panting like a freaking fat hog who just ran a 10 k with a hoho on a stick in front of her face. I saw my PCM ( which means Primary Care Physician even when they aren't always physicians, and most of the time they don't really care. I expressed to her like 15 times that I was extremely exhausted and it was getting worse, and I was worried. But my nearly a Doctor if she went to school for 10 more years and was over 17 years old  said that's what happens with stress ( wtf you turd?)  so I guess I am ok right? The only stress I have is the inability to communicate with you jackholes.

Long story short between they screwed up meds, and me trying to catch up from the time out from the heart attack ( which I called an event last week so as to play it down)  and the "almost nearly a doctor" blowing me off,  I almost nearly ate dirt in a permanent  fashion this past weekend.

Thankfully the droid was home.  I took a nap, ( rarely happens)  on Saturday because I am in a state of constant exhaustion.  I woke up with back pain. ONLY.  However,  since I have been in a state of permanent exhaustion he pulled the 'FUCK THIS" card,  and took me to the Emergency room.

They scooted me straight back to the E.R. where my first labs and EKG came back awesome but they admitted me because it can take up to 12 hours for the Troponin ( or whatever enzime shows in your blood that you had the heart attack) to show up.  Mind you neither time did I have chest pains.
Click here So you don't die, read this almost PSA by me  This time I didn't even have the jaw pain or sweats, or shakies, or dizzies, or nothing.  But the Droid was here, and he doesn't feel like wearing a tie to a funeral or cooking for the prince until he's 18 if I die so he is protecting his investment so he made me go.

They admitted me, and requested my records from the other civilian/ Goldfish hospital/doctor/popped nut Italian hottie guy.

Come to find out,  it   I win the bet against the Droid.  I do have a freak heart.  So nee nur.   Unfortunately it's  nearly as jacked up as my brain, which is as whiggidy whack as my attitude.  I have super small aterieries, and  some type of spasm issue which I guess makes me a spaz.

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Because I am actually a freaking spaz.

The medicine they gave me the Goldfish Dr messed up and shouldn't have given me because I have low BP and low heart rate and dude gave me stuff to lower it.  That will teach me to pop a Dr's nut YO.   Yeah he may have been sitting on frozen peas but I kept eating tile flooring and stuff. Then the military Docs kept blowing me off, you know cause,  I don't look or act sick.  Apparently the hospital is based on theatrical abilities not medical issues.

So I spent my weekend in the Military hospital finding out the Goldfish people knew my heart was 47 levels of jacked up,  yet they did nothing other than give me a medicine that could have killed me.  The PCM ( nearly almost a real doctor who is looking forward to being able to vote next year and drink in a couple years)  blew me and my complaints off even though she was handed the medicine.

My care is now handed over to a team of actual Dr's in Internal Medicine and Genetics.   My bloodwork was drawn every 2 hours, I am on 5 new medicines which brings my daily total to 23.  This time I am actually going to listen and be on bed rest. Because in the grand scheme of things I would rather be dead broke then just dead. I have been digging in the couch cushions broke before. Hell I have been, "wish I owned a couch!" broke before, so it's no biggie. Alive is so much more cool. I spent 2 years of my life adjusting to this crazy brain crap and    yesterday I have coronary artery  disease, some blockages, some spasms, some super small arteries, I think they found out that the smurfs butt rocking Gargamel live in my heart who knows.


Your tweets, dm's, facebook posts, and emails mean a LOT.  Honestly I adore all of you crazy folks.
I have just as much hair on the dishes in my sink as I do on my floors. I am not spending much time on facebook or twitter.  I miss everyone but I really want to dance at my daughters wedding one day,  hold my yet to be dreamt up grandchildren and watch the prince who is 10 graduate.  Those things are far off in the future and damn it I intend to be here.   They say this shortens my life, whatever, they told my dad in 1987 he had 6  months.

So the entire " lifes a journey not a job thing,  take it serious folks,  rock every day, and who gives a crap if your socks don't match, or you spilled that lunch down the front of your shirt.  Rock it !


xo

PEACH OUT

**  Due to popular demand to see my 1/2 shave monkey/ beaver/groin   just like the 80's in Daytona totally free of charge.   These bruises were just from the first hospital stay.  honestly now I look even more like Violet Beauregaurde,  it's very sexy.   Very Very Sexy.

Don't you wish your Beaver was hot like me.  doncha, doncha..

A nut in the hand is better than 2 in the Bush

You know what's NOT awesome?   A fucking heart attack.   Oh yeah other things suck, like a flat tire, being late for work or a speeding ticket.   But I have to tell you guys, a heart attack ranks right up there with an IRS anal probing and shit.

Here's a quick run down.

• Tuesday Morning I had a heard attack.
• I drove myself to the E.R. after I posted, answered emails, showered, fed the dogs, and moved the clothes to the dryer.
• The military E.R. Dr is a fucking douche and actually had the fucking balls to say that since I drove myself, walked in, and was telling jokes that he didn't think I had a heart attack it was probably a panic attack. ( do people tell jokes when they have panic attacks? I ask since I have never had one and should know in case I do have one so I don't bother any cocky E.R. Doctors.)
• 5 minutes later the same Dr was helping cut off my clothes when my fucking blood work and tests showed I had a heart attack, now whose panicking bitch.
• The Military base has a lot of Dr's but unfortunately only 1 of their heart Doctors went to the last 2 weeks of school, and he happened to be on vacation.  Go fucking figure.
• The ambulance that came to take me to Civilian hospital was super cool, but the driver had a horrible stutter and The Prince thought the ambulance guy was kidding and kept giggling and I had an O2 mask on and an IV so I couldn't tell him to stop or grab him and it was like my husband didn't notice. So now I have to fucking make cookies or shit for that poor ambulance guy, even though he didn't say anything I was like FUCK, I can't die cause The Prince has no clue he's being totally NON PC right now. Damn it.
• I should have eaten dinner Monday night or breakfast Tuesday morning before I went to the E.R. because I was NPO until Wednesday night and that sucked big and hard. 
• Wednesday at noon I met my heart surgeon he was like 5'4 and Italian, and seemed super cool, he said he was sure my heart was awesome and he was just going to drive the camera up to take a peak. I know that was code for I want to see if your carpet matches your drapes.
• I have a weakness for Italians.  So I was like sure baby, I mean Dr Olive whatevs.. wink wink.
• I tweeted-  "gotta go I am going down"
• apparently when people know you are in the hospital for a heart attack, you shouldn't use the words, "I'm going down"...   it caused quite the freak out.  whoops, my bad. 
• I was totally fucking awake in the cath lab.
• I told them I was totally fucking awake in the cath lab
• All 3 nurses and the anesthesiologist ignored me when I told them repeatedly I was awake in the cath lab.
• The have clear plastic things that come up over your arms from the shoulder down to your wrists on the table so that you can't move them in the cath lab.
• Those would work great if you weren't awake in the cath lab.
• I screamed in the cath lab when they clamped the drape to my stomach skin before they cathed my heart in the cath lab because I was FUCKING AWAKE.
• When the little Italian Dr walked up to my right side to start the procedure in the Cath lab I mentioned I was awake and even said he didn't need to cath my heart because if I had a heart condition I would be having a FUCKING HEART ATTACK SINCE I WAS FUCKING AWAKE IN THE CATH LAB.
• I felt the Dr grab up a chunk of my groin near my lovely lady bump and I said hey baby I been telling your people I am wide freaking awake here, please don't cut me I can feel everything.
• then he cut me and I was wide awake.
• The clear plastic things to hold your arms down probably sounded like a good idea in theory.
• The Dr screamed, " She's got me"
• The nurse screamed it's not sterile.
• The anesthesiologist said, "wait, she's awake"
• No fucking shit home pickle.  I hope the heart Dr punched the anesthesiologist in the dick.  
• Right after he took the frozen peas off his popped nut.
• I hope he already has kids, if not, sorry man, but you shouldn't cut a bitches groin until she is knocked out.  That hurts. mkay?
• I lived. I'm home. Surgery was on my daughter Sam-I-am's Birthday, then she Graduated from her University on Friday,  ( of course I went, it totally rhymes with complete bedrest)  
• Droid has restricted my online time, yet still wants clean clothes and food,  I can type from bed...  somethings seriously wrong with this picture.

That's it.  Now you know.  Thanks to all who loved up on me and my bruised groin and shit.....  you rock.

XO

PEACH OUT

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Here are some of the get well posts/cards I have gotten, thanks guys, ya rock.

JC Little of @littleanimation  http://www.theanimatedwoman.com/2011/05/hearts4peachy.html

Absence of Alternatives of @SubWow
http://absenceofalternatives.com/2011/05/a-love-song-for-sandi.html

The ReckMonster of @ReckMonster  http://michellelcsw.blogspot.com/2011/05/quick-peachy-shout-out.html

Vicki of @VickiLikesFrogs  http://www.theglitterfrog.com/2011/05/get-well-soon-sandi.html

Holly of @MidWesternMamaH http://www.midwesternmamah.com/2011/05/for-fellow-blogger-prayers-postitive.html

Pretty sure I have a fucking brain cloud.

OK if you don't watch scrubs first fuck you, because it was awesome, also now it's on really late in re runs so that means you don't suffer from insomnia  so chances are you don't have a damn brain cloud so screw you.

But they had this one episode where this chick heard everything as a musical and it was super freaking hilarious that was until they found out she had a brain tumor.  Which I will call a Brain Cloud because I loved Joe and the Volcano and if you don't know that movie well then double fuck off because that means your probably younger than me and I hope you order a hot fudge sundae and it's really hot and sticks to the roof of your mouth and shit. Because clearly I am having issue with my Brain cloud. Clearly I must have one.

The obvious evidence I have one is that I have found myself singing everything to myself to remember shit.

The problem is it is not a show tune.  I guess this means I am not gay, which is a bummer, because as a chick I would love to be gay because there are some seriously hot chicks I would love to get to at least 3rd base with and I love hot shoes and hooker boots and fake eyelashes and doing the super model stomp and flipping my hair around and acting like a diva.  OH HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE.  As a chick I can do that without being gay right?  SA-WEET!  I feel much better about not being gay but I am still bummed about the idea of living with this fucking brain cloud and singing everything to myself.

All last month I constantly sang the song " think of me, think of me fondly" whenever left a room or told someone good bye.  Now that may sound funny.  To me it was,  but to everyone else it wasn't probably because my singing is like a bag of kittens being beaten with the hammer of Thor.  But at least it was a theme right?  I mean it served a purpose and didn't point towards a BRAIN CLOUD !

But this past weekend I caught myself singing instructions to myself at every turn. To 1 particular tune.
"Get your panties on."    "Put the clothes in dryer."   "Load the dish   washer"    "Feed the fucking dogs."    "Shut the backdoor now."    " Open  power bill"    "put phone on charger"

WHAT THE FUCK IS WAPNER ON AT 5PM?  HOW MANY TOOTHPICKS ARE IN THAT BOX? DO  I NEED MY UNDERWEAR FROM K-MART?    

"I    AM      IRON    MAN"

holy bob, I have a brain cloud,  I am not only talking to myself, I am singing reminders of mundane tasks to myself, while sober to the tune of fucking iron man.  That's it woman,  it's over,  you have done what can not be undone.  To much radon, or florecent lighting, or mt dew, or whatever. Just get some big ass luggage,  and fling your fat ass in a volcano for the good of mankind.    

Don't  bother sending help, I fear I am too far gone already.

XO

PEACH OUT

I'm in the Quarter getting drunk.

Since I am in NOLA getting drunk right now. ( wearing smoking hawt bling from my Cobra Sistah Reckmonster and hanging out with some awesome peeps) I thought I should give you a shout out to the natives of the great state.

A good ole Louisiana boy won a bass boat in a raffle drawing.  He brought it home and his wife looks at him and says, "What you gonna do with that.  There ain't no water deep enough to float a boat within 5 0 miles of here."  He says, "I won it and I'm a gonna keep it."

His brother came over to visit several days later.  He sees the wife and asks where his brother is.  She says, "He's out there in his bass boat", pointing to the field behind the house. 

The brother heads out behind the house and sees his brother sitting in a bass boat with a fishing rod in his hand down in the middle of a big field.  He yells out to him, "What are you doing?" 

His brother replies, "I'm fishin.  What does it look like I'm a doing."

His brother yells, "It's people like you that give people from Louisiana a bad name, makin everybody think we is stupid.  If I could swim, I'd come out there and whip your butt!"

OH yeah you have to love dis.....

Take it easy and love the weekend.

xo

PEACH OUT

  

Dear Heathens of Alabama and Miss Arkansas I am a setting up a refugee camp

DEAR HEATHENS OF THE SOUTH.  

PLEASE DO NOT PANIC.

 I AM HERE FOR YOU.

In some un fucking fathomable parallel universe a judgmental person who thinks he has the right to take his personal interpretation of a human interpretation of what a ( possible) Omnipotent beings wishes are and then use them to pass his own personal judgement on you publicly.

SHOCKER!

This is not rare, it happens every second of every day in nearly every culture, in fact nearly every war in history on this planet was fought on some variation of this basic principal, even if veiled behind another " front cause. But this HUGE DINGUS KHAN, is an elected official, who did it during his inaugural speech on of all days- 

  Dr Martin Luther Kings Holiday which celebrates UNITY.

Just in case you have been, held hostage in a cave,  in a submarine  busy being probed by aliens,  out of touch,  here's what the elected representative ( Governor) of the people of the had to say to the people he was elected to represent ( in Alabama);

 “Anybody here today who has not accepted Jesus Christ as their savior, I’m telling you, you’re not my brother and you’re not my sister, and I want to be your brother.”

I probably don't even need to point out how that pretty much excludes anyone who does NOT believe in not ONLY in his specific deity but indeed that his specific deity had an illicit affair with a virgin that is against his own rules and then didn't pay child support the kid was homeless. (it din't end well read the book, theres like 7 versions)

Wow.   Ok.  Wow.  Excuse me for a second while I go bang my face on a 2x4 that I have driven rail road spikes through because my dalmatian just facepalmed and asked if we could possibly move farther away from Alabama.   I woke up this morning to find out that the cat who is a bitch had simply packed her shit and already left leaving only a note saying, don't contact me this is far too humiliating.  Finally I agree with her.

So let me get this straight.  We have a delay so stuff like a star spangled nipple pasty on Janet Jackson doesn't slip out  in public but shit like this CAN just fly from his mouth like he's a direct Representative of GOD on earth here to pass out judgement like he knows all these dead birds and magnetic pole shifts are indeed the sign of the apocalypse? ( wait . shit. I should call him and check on that maybe later)  

Is this dude related to Miss Arkansas?  I mean really? I saw that "scholarship show" ( because smart people need high heels that match their bikinis too y'all)  and guess what.   That poor girl doesn't have a friend on this big blue marble.  You know how I know this?     THIS is how I know this.  Exhibit A

UGLY ASS sequin jumpsuit. and yodeling Ventriliquist dummies.

So basically she has no friends.  A friend says, " you have brocolli in your teeth, yeah that dress makes your ass look huge, or NO THAT TALENT IS STUPID AS HELL AND YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT. " Really they let this poor girl go on a National show with what is equal to having a fist sized boil on her nose and massive camel toe. 

Which leads me back to Alabama Governor Mc Doucheydouche.  

He has no real friends.  Real friends would go, " Dude, I respect your relationship with your higher power, I also am proud of you for getting elected to this political position,  but since it's 2011, and there's this new thing called separation of church and state, I know totally freaking crazy right?,  also?  it's MLK day, and  your not going to believe this but we don't really have gun control, and they invented this new shit called the internet so if you do indeed go ahead do your usual asshattery it's going to go viral in seconds, I accept that you have the judgement of that dead armadillo we passed on the way to the stage full of press microphones, so I went ahead and edited your speech just a tad so you wont set our state back to circa 1914, because I love our state, and you, that's what friends are for man."

BAM- NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.    BUT HE DOESN'T HAVE A FRIEND.

or a speech writer,   ( but I bet he has 1 of those things now, guess which 1)

In lieu of the obvious need for all heathens to evacuate the great noble state of Alabama,  I as a neighboring southern state will go ahead and set up a Heathen refugee camp.   It wont be pretty but refugee camps aren't supposed to be.   You will need to bring your own potted meat, road kill or peanut butter ( yeah peanut butter was invented there folks pay homage now ) your own pillows and toilet paper.

Directions-  Simply  Turn your back on the Alabama Governors Mansion and start walking toward the BP Oil Spill,  stop just before you smell the waft of urine soaked streets and Jazz Music. 

Or we are gluing these over all the yard sale signs we can find along the way. 

If re-incarnation is real I think at best I am currently looking at cat turd status

xo

PEACH OUT

Pink Whistles

So by now you have probably  heard about the referees that bought pink whistles for the high school game they were officiating.    ( click here if you haven't)   Pink Pom Poms, an audience filled with pink attire and pink everywhere.  It was for the Susan G Komen cancer awareness.  There was talk of ref suspension,  the refs being docked paychecks, and the refs not being allowed to coach the remaining games due to their failure to get permission on breaking the uniform code.  I saw thousands of nasty comments on the 15 or so "media" posts.

The above ref is not part of this particular incident .
Photo credit to 

http://www.upi.com

I went out and read every article and watched every video clip and was so angry that this one particular guy named "Todd" that appeared to be the crowned king of douche bag land seemed to be a cold hearted  complete idiot.
The story and derogatory video clips went viral.   But I couldn't even imagine someone involved with youth sports could achieve that level of stupidity. Nor could I see the refs actually getting punished in ANY form.

So I did what any journalist would do.  I reserved judgement and wrote the Board an email.  Here's what I sent them.
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Sent: Sunday, October 24, 2010 6:11:20 PM
Subject: a moment of sanity

Dear Mr. Todd Stordahl ; ( it was CC'd to the entire board, President and Vice President)

Hello, My name is _________. I live on the Gulf of Mexico in the lovely state of _____________.  I was made aware of this story via some of my journalist friends.  I am a writer, I have also been involved in community service, local boards, youth sports and Municipal Government over my life time.  So I come to you from a point of possible open understanding of your situation.  I am aware interviews can and are often edited to skew the broadcast in one light or another.  I really hope that is what has happened to you.  I really hope that you honestly do not have the attitude and malcontent as shown in the clips I witnessed.

I am not one to jump on a bandwagon without hearing all sides and I do indeed understand the ever present need for rules and when children are involved the elevated importance of the adults setting the example.

I am not aware of all the details in this situation but instead simply what the media has "opted" to show.  Which is pretty much you appearing as a heartless rouge stealing babies candy and laughing in the face of breast cancer.  I am sure this is NOT an accurate description of the situation.

I implore you to please find a solution to this situation in which you and your refs can grow from and be projected in a positive light.

I am sure you are flooded with nasty emails, so this will not be one of them.  I have found myself in your shoes more than once facing my enforcement of a regulation that people saw me a cruel hearted witch over.  I over came them through much sacrifice.  This particular battle Todd it could literally end you.  The subject matter is so close to the heart of everyone that there is not a "proper" way to oppose it without a barrage of bullying from the very people who scream so adamantly against that behavior, yet can not see that they have become the very thing they are against.

May I suggest that you do allow these refs, whose hearts were clearly in the right place for this event to continue officiating games,  while the league itself makes a public donation and holds a press conference to "mend" the public image.  In addition dedicate a " special game"  towards this event 1 time a year, where the game may have pink cleats, a pink ball, and pink whistles.  Bring the pink ball to the conference.  As you know we are more than what we are perceived as, yet we all live as we are perceived. Not only will the national spot light view your board as wonderful supporters but it will give a chance for your players and board to be seen and set a precedent as a community that cares. 

Too many people have been touched by breast cancer, and the very fact that men are involved in a health situation that claims, wifes, mothers, daughter, sisters, teachers can not be over looked, and should be rewarded not punished.

In Government there was always an expression I would like to share with you as it may shed some light on the refs thinking.  " If you believe something to be right and morally upstanding, it is better to ask for forgiveness then fill out the paperwork for permission"

I hope that in the sea of email you receive that this one will let you know, there is some damage control and bridges that need attention.

The main issues needed to be handled with your press and it's affiliates.  However I do offer you an unedited 2 paragraph explanation and resolution that I will publish to my readers, as I refuse to join the popular bandwagon and immediately throw people under the bus due to 1 sided reports.

Best of Luck 

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In less than 24 hours I had a response form the board. You will probably never see their honest view point on the internet,  so before you jump on bandwagons I want you to see their response.

Thank you for your comments.  

The Washington Officials Association is completely in support of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, the Susan G. Komen Foundation, and many other worthy causes.  We sincerely regret that the media coverage has given a different impression.  The media has not accurately reported the entire story.  The issue at hand is not about wearing pink whistles at a football game.  The WOA has not and will not suspend, reprimand, or take game checks away from any officials for wearing pink whistles.  The WOA has a process for reviewing decisions made by our commissioner and our member associations.  That process will be followed and all affected parties will have an opportunity to present their side of the story.  We only ask that you reserve judgment until you hear the complete story not just what you see and hear in the media.

Sincerely,

Vice President

WOA Executive Board

ps 

This is the response I am sending to the many emails I have received.  I want to thank you for not letting the emotions of this situation overshadow the possibility that the media reports are wrong.  As you stated, the media reports to get ratings not to expose the truth.  You will probably never hear about it, but the truth is not very interesting.  In fact, several news outlets heard the whole story and decided not report on it.  A few decided they could find an interesting angle.  That is what has now gone viral.  Thanks for your consideration and well thought out comments.

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It's so easy in todays world, to see something, for it to go viral, for a view to be skewed.  Out of instinct we slam our fingers down on the keyboard with our knee jerk fight for fairness and without all the details join a virtual lynch mob.  I ask you, educated, dedicated, and good hearted readers.  Use snopes, get your news from more than 1 source and when possible directly contact those involved to hear all sides before sending a package of dog poop to the Evil person  or furthering the misinformation.  I am still out on this situation and until I see what happens and actually discover the truth for myself I wont be acting or speaking against either side.


XO
PEACH OUT