Let me begin this post by saying that there is no way I want a tv show.  NO WAY!  I’m simply writing this because I read one too many rude comment here on my blog today, and i’m fed up.  The following was written by a crazed Jon & Kate Plus 8 fan.  Here is the little gem that JO left me:

“So you must think you’re interesting enough to be on tv? My, my what an over-inflated ego you do have. Hmm, wonder how cold it will be in hell when you hit the airwaves? Let me know if you do get your own show so I can start a blog and rag about it.” JO

This comment really made me laugh.  I’m so sick of these slightly nutty J & K people.  But, this is what I get for posting a thought on a blog, one that doesn’t have adds to earn me income, or one that isn’t on a website that I pay for.  Who knew so many people would find their way here and take the time to argue with me night after night.

So JO, I’m going to give you a little background on me, and put up a few links on some of my more interesting posts so that you have an idea of who I am, where I come from, and what I do. 

I was born to an unwed bipolar mother who was forced to go to a Catholic home for unwed mothers.  She decided in the end to keep me since she was legally old enough (nineteen) and we began our crazy dysfunctional life together.  We lived with my great-grandmother until my mom got knocked up again, and married.  By age four I was being locked in my bedroom for hours on end, without meals, and screaming my lungs out.  I distinctly remember screaming to be let out of my room so that I could go to the bathroom, and when she wouldn’t, I had to poop in my sink of my little kid kitchen that I loved.

By age six I was jumping out of six feet high windows to get out of my room.  The first time I threw all of my clothes out of the window into a bunch to soften my blow.  I was running away, but only made it to the corner of my block because my early love of fashion kept me from being able to run with a load of clothes that kept dropping out of my arms.  The police came to our house so much my mom got assigned a social worker who sadly kept both us kids in the house.  I can remember screaming “Please help me, P-L-E-A-S-E!” out my window most days because I knew the neighbors would call the cops, who in turn would finally let me out of my room.

My step-father was an airforce pilot/auto-worker/alcoholic/pot user who also used to hit and torment me, right along with my mother, who beat me all the time.  By the time I was 15, she tried to stab me, but I managed to steer clear of the knife.  I ran away again, but just for the night.

My stepbrother is seriously mentally ill, he is honest to god a sociopath who I swear I believe will one day be a serial killer.  I haven’t seen him in years, but he still lives with my mom and they both try to hide it from me.  He would set fires, abuse our cats by BITING all of the skin on their faces, pee his bed, and do other things that I’m saving for my novel that I wouldn’t DARE write here. 

I escaped my family by being smart.  I taught myself to  read by age four, and by first grade I read at such a high level I would just sit in class and bring my mom’s adult feminist books to read while the other kids were stumbling around with words like sweet.  I loved extra credit, and was a nerd, but because I was cute and had an attitude most people didn’t know how smart I was.  I managed to get to college by working two jobs since the age of sixteen, but I began working when I was fifteen. 

College was fantastic, no mice in my bed, meals served to me, no family around.  As a child my mom hid food from me in the trunk of her car or in her bedroom, so I was deprived and starving, also why I weighed 116 and was 5′10″.  I managed to get an unpaid internship in NYC to Seasame Street through my professor who had worked there herself, but my great-grandmother died, so I had no way to pay to live in NYC.

I’ve suffered some other tragedies besides child abuse and neglect.  I had a stalker for a few years, and he tried to kill me and my then-boyfriend at my high school graduation.  Thankfully I have not seen him since I was twenty-five, when I ran into him at a bar, as my friends and I were celebrating my birthday.  Being the fake ghetto bad ass I am, I broke a beer bottle, held it to his throat, and told him to never fucking talk or look at me again.  He has not, because I know he knew I would have really killed him right then and there. 

Never knew my real father, just his name, which I overheard while spying on my mom at the neighbors.  With a name, and about fifteen years of nagging from my BFF Angie, I hired a private eye to find him.  When I found him, he made the effort for a few months, then basically ignored me because of his psycho girlfriend nicknamed Goofy Ruthie.  Now I have two bad parents and no sense of either of them wanting me. 

I have worked many jobs – but here are some of my favorites:  I worked with children for years and loved it, esp. working with the at-risk youth at my summer camp.  I was a bartender and cocktail waitress in Las Vegas, as well as working as a Cabana Girl there.  I have been a flight attendant, worked in a hospital, and currently work in civil service now.

My friends are fantastic, they come from every type of background and even country.  I have a friend who got a 36 out of 36 on the ACT’s and got a free college education; I have a few friends who are college professors, I have friends who are mothers and housewives, or work in the medical field, accounting, publishing, etc.  I think just about all of us have had dysfunctional family lives, and that is why we all get along, because we are all survivors!

To pay back society from all of the help I received as a child (Free food and presents at Christmas from churches, welfare, college grants, and free camps and fun activities paid for by various good church people) I have volunteered myself since college.  I have worked with kids, a domestic violence/child abuse/mental health shelter, the arts, done various charity fundraising walks, and helped out at many festivals and events through my civil service job.  Plus we donate stuff all the time to Salvation Army, Purple Heart, and I have given professional clothes to low-income women in need. 

I suffer from quite a few diseases, I am not in the mood to go into detail, but let me say to lose two inches of height because my spine is collapsing due to my Degenerative Joint Disease that began in my late 20s when my neck began to herniate.  It is hard, horrible, and is a challenge to overcome.  I have Fibromyalgia, which sucks the life force out of me.  I had to quit graduate school in part because I can’t take notes anymore … I write down and say wrong words all of the time due to the Fibro Fog.  I began blogging in part due to illness, because I can’t sleep sometimes due to the pain and I had all the time late at night, and I get sick of watching all of these reality tv shows all the time.  It helps, but so would an answer to all of my unsolvable symptoms.  If I could have anything in the world, I’d pick a real-life

Dr. House over riches, fame, a good job, having a child of my own (I can’t) and even eternal youth.  I need a cure, and after finding out I have cysts over multiple organs and my cardiologist made a quick appointment to an endocrinologist, perhaps you may see me on Mystery Diagnosis someday. 

Here are a few links if you need to see if I’m cute enough or more interesting enough to be on tv.  Since I’m writing this on my lunch hour at work, I don’t have time to download new pictures or keep writing more and more things about myself here.  I forgot to list any hobbies, what famous people I have met, and all the cool things I have done in my life, like travel all over the US & Europe, etc.  I also can’t talk about my family life per my husbands wishes, although I will say that I have a stepson with Aspergers, a milder form of Autism, which most people don’t know too much about, except for the five other women I know whose kids have it too.

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/05/27/my-honeymoon-last-year/

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/101-random-things-about-me/

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/11/06/the-day-i-knew-i-was-different-from-the-other-little-girls-on-the-block/

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/06/29/my-favorite-true-ghost-story/

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/08/10/my-days-as-an-extra-on-the-movie-set-of-whip-it-staring-ellen-page-and-directed-by-drew-barrymore/

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/02/17/how-to-do-plan-a-great-roadtrip-see-a-few-highlights-from-my-2003-trip-across-america/

http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com/2008/06/22/some-of-my-80s-and-90s-fashions/

Let’s put it to a vote: WHO WANTS TO SEE ME AND MY LIFE ON TV?  Do you think I’m interesting enough?  Comment if you dare JO.

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