The Membrane.

How gross and disgusting is this?

It's either a membrane or chicken skin or something I found in my chicken strip.

eeeeecccccchhhhhh!!

I also got a good morning with Beja, for us to hang out together as the 31 YR old didn't get back until after my nap in the afternoon (.He really does have to back off and let up with hogging him up.) My hubby accuses me of "not training" (housebreaking) him,too, even though I DO (just NOT to his liking, but nothing  I ever do is good enough for him) which would be 100% perfect ALL THE TIME, NO ACCIDENTS, NO EXCEPTIONS.

I've never been able to meet anyone's expectations but I try.

My hubby also threatened to open the door so Beja would run out( because he pees and shits in the house) onto the road and I told him if he ever dared to do such a thing he had better also sleep with one eye open, and I will also destroy all of his precious most-beloved  prized  Spider-Man crap AND smash or burn every single one of his "vanity" figurines, Lego men, BobbleHead, etc. too, that all have his head on them and are mini images of him.

Like idols.

Or voodoo dolls.....

No one messes with my dog and gets away with it.

The 31 YR old also had the nerve to tell me to stop talking when we were in the living room. I was listening to music and he was fiddling on his device. He said he "wanted peace and quiet" and I told him he's not going to find that here and if he want somewhere quiet then go to the library. He has some nerve though, telling me what to do, like I'M one of the kids. 

He can't tell me what to do.

It's my house and I'll talk if I want to.

and he can just f*ck right off.

I also like this cute bag, and last night as I went out on the back porch to look at the stars it was all clouded over so I said a silent prayer and right away the clouds cleared and opened up(like Moses parting the Red Sea, ha) and I could see the stars, as if it was an answer to my prayer and it felt like a gift from God. Tonight the stars were just perfect,too, and the sky is so nice and clear. It almost looks like in those theatres where they hang up black velvet curtains and attach clear fairy lights on. As I was settling down for my nap this afternoon I also distinctly felt the gentle weight of a small dog jumping up onto the bed and snuggling down in behind my legs, thinking it was Beja, but when I looked no one was there.

It must have been my Buddy stopping by for a visit and a cuddle.😍

My God, I miss him so much.

Praying hard to God every day to take me also sort of reminds me of when I was a kid and I thought if I wished for something hard enough it would come true, but yet no matter how hard I pray I'm still here even though I was supposed to die with Buddy and have no life without him and nothing left now.

 He kept me alive.

I also heard that Indigenous people weren't allowed to own property or hire lawyers until 1950!

It's even worse than I thought.

I hate this shithole more and more all the time.

I need love, joy, and a reason to live in my life.