I'm losing my mind.

I got a letter yesterday from my dad's mother.

Was on the phone a little bit ago with your Father. Right now I am very upset with you. How could you give Censored away? At least you could have let the family no first. I would have taken him. You have no idea what your going to go though in years from now. I hope every little boy you see reminds you that you had a wonderful little Son. I wish you no luck and pray that you will never be able to have another child again. I loved you so much and as far as I was conceded the world was wonderful the day you where born. I am so disappointed in you, if you didn't want the baby why didn't you have an abortion and never had him? I would have thought more of you then what you did. Do you have any idea how your Dad feels or anybody else like me or don't you care? I only hope and pray that Censored is better off with out a Mother like you. I have no words that can say what I really feel about what you did. I told your Dad when I first heard you where going to have a baby, I said don't let her have it she is to young, but he said you would be a good Mother, BOY was he wrong about you. I only hope he disowns you. But being a good Father he won't.

Knowing the source of the letter, I'm not heeding a word of it, but it still hurts.

I was driving home a moment ago, I guess I only turned on my parking lights, and was driving along when I saw a cop parked on the side of the road. I turned on my left turn signal to get on the road that takes me to my house when he turned on his lights. I knew he was coming after me but I didn't know why.

I rolled down my window, turned off my engine, and threw my keys on the dash. "The reason I stopped you is because you didn't have your lights turned on." "Okay." "May I see your license?" "I'd have to reach into the back and grab my jacket. Is that okay?" "Sure." "I'm going to take my seatbelt off to reach back." "Okay."

I treat officers as if I were in prison and had to ask for permission to do anything. I don't want to spook them by reaching somewhere and have them shoot me, so I let them know every little thing I'm going to do.

I show him my license. He asks for my registration. I say that I would have to get into the glove box. "Would you like my insurance as well?" "Everything looks in order here so no. Just make sure you have your lights on, okay?" "Yes. Thank you." "Have a good night." "You too."

Phew. I don't need a ticket right now.

RH Factor.

My blood type is O-. This makes me a universal donor. Anyone can take my blood.

The negative (-) is my RH factor. RH factor is a protein in red blood cells and can cause antigenic reactions. A reaction only occurs when a + and - get together.

When a mother is - and a father is +, the baby has a chance of being +, opposite of the mother's RH factor. If the baby's blood gets in the mother's system, the mother's body can produce antibodies and reject the baby, essentially attacking it.

Rh immunoglobulin (RhIg) can be injected to the mother to prevent her body from reacting to RH+. Also, a blood transfusion can be done early in the pregnancy to switch the baby's blood type.

My brother's girlfriend is RH-, their child is RH+.

Read about RH factor and pregnancies Here.

Tire Fairy.

My grandfather inflated my tire yesterday. I went in today and the tire was still inflated and at the same PSI (Pounds per Square Inch) as when he filled it. Odd. I joked about a tire fairy coming up late at night while everyone was asleep and patching my tire. We put it on and did a few errands to test it, it was fine. But, there's a bulge in my tire which my grandfather was worried about. So, while examining it, and deflating the tire a little because he over-inflated it, I heard a bubbling noise. I looked, soapy water was still on my tire from him checking it and it was bubbling over. Yes, there's still a leak. Apparently from the over-inflation, it sealed the leak temporarily. I don't know. I have to get a new tire and a new oil sender either tomorrow or Monday. I'm not sure if anything's open on Sundays.

I've got to compare prices for a train ride and Greyhound to figure out how exactly I am getting the hell out of here. I've given up on my car. I don't feel safe in taking it across country. B told me to take a train to a city near him and let him pick me up. I like the idea but, I don't want to burden him. It'd be really nice, though. I'm still juggling that idea.

We'll see what the prices are before I make a final decision. Plus, I get motion sickness so I'm not sure I want to spend as long as I will on a Greyhound. It'd be nice if I had a credit card and could get a rental. You can't believe how tight rentals are. You have to be over 18, that's fine. You have to have a credit card which, I'm not sane with credit cards. LOL. And, the person the credit card is under is the only allowed driver, so I can't get someone else to pay for it and let me take it.

I *Need* out of this state, no matter what it takes.

Blogitis.

Well, I know I'm not very good at this whole keeping the blog updated regularly thing, as I'm sure all of you are well aware of. My excuse -- Nothing's going on with the whole stalking/harassing/privacy stuff, so I have nothing to write about. I hate going off-topic. Plus, I've been trying to keep my *Real* (Everything not involved with stalking/harassment/privacy) life separate from this blog. Nonetheless, I figure I can throw a bone here and there when content is slacking.

I've been sick a lot lately, more than my fair share of "Itises". I'm so sick of hearing the doctor say a word that ends with that. I had bronchitis and tonsillitis a little bit ago. And now, now I have gastritis. Fantastic. Something about Helicobacter Pylori and "Possible peptic ulcer" and some other medical jargon that I've learned to ignore until I get home and online.

I have an appointment for an upper GI next week. Let me tell you, I am not looking forward to it. I've had one when I was younger. Oy.

On a better, non-health related note, and as non-mushy as I can get here, I've got two amazing people in my life. I don't know what I'd do without either of them.

L, who I've mentioned briefly before, has been my best friend for a couple of years. She's been my objective conscious through everything when I felt I was losing my mind. She's always been there when I needed a good, hard swift kick to the head. :)

B has drastically changed my opinion on men, and has given me new hope on humanity, on love, on everything. I can't believe I've found an honest-to-good *Real* man, as opposed to every other psycho I've met before him. He means so much to me, and I'm still in shock he's wiggled his way into my heart so quick. :)

What is it people blog about when they're trying to hide who they are? Not that I'm hiding who I am here. Just, I'd rather not make this too personal. I just feel stupid when I go into a banter while trying to omit details so I (IdentityMIA) can't be connected to who I really am.

I'm grateful things are slow, and I have no real content to post.

My advice -- Even though the net is a horribly dreadful thing that everyone should abandon, every once in awhile you meet one person that makes all the pain worth it. Don't quite throw your computer out the window just yet. ;)

Contributors.

I am looking for some people who would be interested in contributing to this blog. Preferably someone who is/was a stalking victim, or has knowledge in stalking/harassment and stalking/harassment/privacy law. Also, someone who is computer literate, including: Computer security and/or internet law. Feel free to leave a comment if you would like to join up, or if you have any questions. Thanks. :)

Rent My Blog vol. 3

This week's blog is Kitchen Fun with Donna and Friends, a well put together blog of recipes. I love to cook but lack in the area of recipes. You can find a recipe of just about anything on here, from salads to gravy, appetizers to a main course. First thing I noticed about the blog is how warm and inviting it is. Please check it out.