Thursday, October 29

A fine family story in America

Hi.....it's me............Annie Grace............
I am sharing this picture and article from the paper today. Now, I am quite aware that my journalistic skills are envied by many and my sarcastic nature duplicated by none but THIS is classic! I have re-read this 10 times just to make sure that
# 1 It's real
#2 It was written
#3 People REALLY said those things
#4 It's ok for a 15 year old BOY to have a child with a 25 year old woman













PROVIDENCE –– Five of the six women who bore George Holland’s children told The Journal that he was a good person and not the violent man portrayed by the woman accused of murdering him on Saturday.
Shanna Rufo, 39, who is also a mother of one of Holland’s children, is charged with stabbing him to death at the apartment he shares with his current girlfriend. Rufo’s family had told The Journal that Rufo said Holland had assaulted her and the girlfriend during an argument. The family also said Holland had a history of beating Rufo and the other mothers of his children.
On Wednesday afternoon, the five other mothers and Holland’s relatives gathered at an apartment on Hymer Street to talk about his life. They said Holland had been characterized unfairly in The Journal as an abuser.
There was also love there,” said Candace Smith, a niece. “He took care of his children. He spent time with them. The mothers [of his children] put aside all of their differences, and the kids spent time with all of their mothers.”
Leihani Rose — who has three children with Holland — and Silvia Vides, Melissa DeCosta, Keiojfa Hie and Jessenia Delossantos –– each with one child from Holland –– said that he made them all a family. They hugged each other and said in unison, “We love our baby mamas!”
He supported them by dealing drugs, his family said –– the best he could do because he was a high-school dropout and had so many children, so quickly.
“It bothered us, but he was trying to turn his life around,” said Leah Seton, Holland’s oldest sister. “But with limited education, and kid after kid after kid, it was easier to do what he did.”
The 29-year-old man left behind eight children, between the ages of 4 and 13. The oldest was his son with Rufo. The boy is now living with Holland’s family, while Rufo is being held at the Adult Correctional Institutions on a charge of murder.
Holland once had a promising athletic career. He was in his early teens when he was making a name for himself as a basketball player at the Davey Lopes Recreation Center.
When he was 15, he had his first child, with Rufo. She was 25.
Holland dropped out of school, but his parents said they took him to the Community College of Rhode Island for his GED. “They told us he could use the college as a stepping stone,” his mother, Diane Holland, said. “But he got sidetracked.”
“He had a baby,” added his father, Vincent Clement.
As Holland had other children with other women, he painted houses and was also dealing drugs, his parents said. He could make money that way to help support his eight children, their mothers and his family –– and because his criminal record and lack of an education made it hard for him to find work, said Clement.
He paid the rent on their apartments, and got cable TV, a flat-screen television, new sneakers and new clothes for his mother. “He always got me what I needed,” she said.
He had money for anyone who needed help, they said. “He wasn’t no bad man. He took care of all of us,” DeCosta said.
However, Holland was also arrested more than two dozen times, including several times for assaulting the women in his life. Two weeks after their son’s birth, Rufo got a restraining order against Holland, saying he was involved with drugs and that she was afraid he would shoot her and hurt their child. The order was eventually dropped, and other charges of domestic assault and no-contact orders were later dismissed.
Although Holland had been arrested for assaulting her, Rose said that she never wanted to press charges against him. “Me and George would be having disputes in our relationship, just arguing. We’d go out to the club, get drunk, get fighting,” she said. “I didn’t call the cops. It was the neighbors.”
It's perfectly normal!” Delossantos added vehemently. “Everybody goes through it.”
His mother saw how the stress of many relationships was wearing on him. “My son was not a person who liked a lot of drama,” said Holland. “His girlfriend would be in the background yelling and screaming.”
His death was preceded by an argument involving his current girlfriend and two mothers of his children.
Holland had left Rose’s three children with his girlfriend, Vanessa Tapia, at their residence on Ridgeway Street. On Saturday morning, Holland went out to get a haircut for rapper Jay-Z’s concert at the Dunkin’ Donuts Center.
While he was gone, Tapia called Rose and accused her of having an affair with Holland. Rose confirmed it — she said she continued her 10-year relationship with Holland even after he moved on to Tapia, her best friend, several years ago –– and that started several hours of vicious phone conversations between the two women.
Rose said she sent a text message to Holland to tell him to get the children. Rufo’s family said that Tapia called Rufo for help.
Holland arrived at the house sometime late Saturday morning or early noon. The police say that Rufo stabbed Holland during a heated argument.
Three of Holland’s children were in the house when he was killed. Rose said her 6-year-old daughter told her that Holland held her as he lay dying.
“I don’t know where to go from here, what to do for these kids, with the tragedy they had to see,” Rose said.
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Friday, October 23

Skinny Jeans

Hi....it's me Annie Grace......

With Mommy Dearest feeling better my life is finally back to normal...as much as it can be. This morning as she is rummaging through the abyss of the closet looking for sox's (they are hidden during summer) screaming at no one in particular "I hate the end of summer!!!!!". As she is screeching from the back of the closet I quickly saunter away only to stop in my tracks as she emerges with a basket of sox's, hair standing on end and a rather wild scary look in her eyes. I turn, freeze, fix my eyes on her, calmly sit, place both paws in front of me and wait. At this point I mentally removing myself from her irrational tantrum which is about to occur from a wardrobe change from flip flops and short skirts to boots and sweaters.



"Oh Annie, I can't find ANYTHING to wear!" she says with a tear in her eye.



I blink three times and realize I am still here. The mental telepathy did not work.

I ignore her for....about an hour.....all while pretending I am a NCIS Agent by skulking around the house looking for varies clues as to where by favorite ball went. Being so self absorbed she has no idea of the severity of a lost ball and makes no attempt to help me. After looking in every spot I can possible get into and getting every door I can rattle to open I now turn my attention to the amount of hair clumps I have brilliantly deposited in every crevice. They are simply EVERYWHERE, and she has no idea. Seriously. I make a mental note to remind her of the clumps hidden from view the next time she gets clingy and wants me to sit with her, I will be promptly flung from her clutches and the vacuum will be roaring with a vengeance. But anyway....I digress.

She emerges from around the corner, eyes dried from tears, 3 coordinating shades of purple shadow and eyeliner heavily applied with her hair teased up toward the moon. Are those new jeans? I do not remember them. Is our budget off track again? Never EVER directly ask is she bought something, she will just ignore the question and dance around the word "purchased", never admitting to it. I just stare at her until she looks at me.

"Oh Annie, do these jeans look good on me?" I sigh as she asks the dreaded question.

Yes Mommy Dearest. Are they new this season?

"Not really "new" Annie. I got them a while ago, they are SKINNY jeans. How do they look?" she says while twirling around in front of me. Twirling around is not a good idea as she stumbles. Skinny jeans? What are the other options? Fat Jeans? Plump Jeans? Overweight Jeans? Big Butt Jeans? How on earth can a pair of Jeans make you skinny? Most of all what daft person would actually believe that? As she is happily twirling through the house sending yet more hair clumps under the furniture I make one statement to her.

I hope you did not pay full price!

Tuesday, October 13

My daily scam

Hi....it's me....Annie Grace...
Let's just say this week was not how I planned it. I had a plan. Normal, predictable,ordinary and quite satisfying. As we awoke to my affection love biting on her arm she rolled out of bed, ceremoniously dumped my ration of Sheba onto my finest china and promptly went back to bed. After delicately inhaling the Sheba I ventured back upstairs and hopped on the bed peering really close to her face. What's you problem today Mommy Dearest I asked. Before she could answer I backed up about....4 feet....and gasped. Hey Lady....have you looked in the mirror? You look horrible. Please, get up and apply some shimmer.
"Oh Annie, I am terribly sick with a cold." she tells me while sounding like Rudolph when they put his fake nose on. (which is my FAVORITE TV Christmas special movie!) I see....well would you mind moving to the other side of the bed so I can rest and not contract this plague. She moves to the far side of the bed which helps my viewing of the TV.

So....we spend the entire day together. Resting. After the third time of watching the Lifetime movie of P.S. I Love You (which I slept through all THREE) I realized that any moment she would become aware of my daily scam. The one in which I do nothing all day, sleep all day,get up randomly and graze, only to act like I have been neglected all day while she is at work, feigning loneliness when she returns.

As she rises from bed I refrian from gasping yet again and I suggest that she really should shower and wash her hair which looks like a horrid rats nest. "Oh Annie, do I look that bad?" She says while taking yet another dose of nasal spray. Bad??? Oh My. There is very little I can do in this situation except comfort her because she is quite frightful. "Annie, what is it you do all day when I am not here? Is this it?" she asks. I freeze in my tracks. This is it, I am doomed.

Oh no Mommy Dearest.....I am only doing this to be close to you in your time of need. Normally I balance our checkbook on Monday, invest in the stock market all while checking our 401K on Tuesday, dust and wipe down the woodwork on Wednesday, write letters back to your fans on Thursdays, and order groceries on Friday.

I watch her head turn back toward me while cleaning my litter box. "Oh Annie....I have fans???" she screams. Yes Mommy Dearest. With my exposure deflected I watch yet another Lifetime Movie with her and refrain from pointing out her that even her very expensive array of make up can not make her look better. Perhaps tomorrow will go back to normal.

Tuesday, October 6

The Rock Star and Rockin Rob are affinced

They are engaged! Pledged to be married.

An engagement is a promise to marriage, and also the period of time between proposal and marriage – which may be lengthy or trivial. During this period, a couple is said to be affianced, betrothed, engaged to be married, or simply engaged. Future brides and bridegrooms are often referred to as fiancées or fiancés respectively (from the French word fiancé). Its duration varies vastly. See Courtship#Duration
Long engagements were once common in formal arranged marriages and it was not uncommon for parents betrothing children to arrange such many years before the engaged couple were old enough to marry.

With this knowledge tucked away I am suspect that The Lady has been on standby for an arranged marriage that she is just waiting to close on. That would explain everything. "Many years before the couple were old enough to marry....." Maybe she really is only 19 years old and this would explain that she has many years to go. Every time I ask her ... Hey Lady are you going to get married? I get the same reply...."But Annie I am WAY too young. Why rush things?" So that's it! I always thought she was still holding out for George or Hugh but now I know the truth.

So Lady, tell me when Rockin Rob and The Rock Star are getting hitched? Does this mean she can't defend her crown for The Blessed Event? Will she be a "no show" and then shunned from ever reclaiming The Sacred Crown because she is too busy planning this fiesta? Will she have a real wedding with candy coated Jordan almonds wrapped in tulle? Will someone actually request The Chicken Dance after ONE too many beers? Will The Lady and I have to stand in a circle with the other 20 something girls and pretend like we are reaching for the bouquet? Most importantly....will it be open bar?
"No Annie...the are going to elope." She tells me while slathering on some facial mask that is horrifying. Two beady eyes surrounded by green clay with lips with Burnt Sienna lipstick (ColorStay.....it goes...NOWHERE!). Horrifying indeed. As she is close to the mirror examining her latest shade of #58 Medium Golden Brown hair color I sit on the side of the tub and ask as politely as I can.
Mommy Dearest... I love your hair color and the mask will clearly make you ravishing but I am confused. If you elope, isn't it suppose to be a random decision/secret that no one knows. If we all know when and where then it becomes a destination wedding. But if we all don't go, and we know when and where, then is it really a destination wedding?
This gives her great pause while now looking for split ends and she is cracking the clay mask with lines on her forehead and over her nose, she turns and looks at me clearly confused, I truly try not to be horrified at what I am looking at but I am .....so with a loud verbal noise I leave the sanctum of the cosmetic nightmare of the bathroom. I do hope where ever it is.....it's open bar.

Monday, October 5

Morning Alarm Clock #37

Hi.....it's me....Annie Grace,
As you can well imagine a animal of my pure breeding comes with finishing school and papers exclaiming my importance. This morning I had to revert to my handbook of Ragdoll Instructions. What do do when you desperately want someone to get up in the morning. I chose #37. The attack of the arm with mild biting. I have selected this method based on a few conditions. The first being a cool nip in the air which makes the awaking just a tad slower, not for me.... for Mommy Dearest. I awoke from my ever so small polar fleece at the bottom of the bed and crept up, peering at her, REALLY close. Nothing! Now I sniff her face. Nothing! Next I walk over her. Nothing! Now I jump up into the bedroom window rattling the shade. Nothing! As I gaze over to the alarm clock I gasp. It's 7:01 AM. Get up! I really at this point start to realize that with my minuscule portion of chicken flavored Sheba sitting in the fridge waiting for me....is long overdue. I pace back and forth under great duress and then stop and stare at her. Mentally I can wake her up. As I stare at her I realize that with only a small amount of drool escaping her mouth her lips still have lipstick on them. I make a mental note to let her know that her ColorStay lipstick really does work! With that piece of important information tucked securely in my head, I squint my perfect piercing blue eyes to the attack level and pounce on her arm, biting it all while grasping it tightly in my paws...all 4 of them.
"Annie, what are you doing??" she ask while trying to shake me off.
What am I doing??? Trying to act like a responsible adult and get up in the morning. Can you just imagine if she had children? Frightening indeed.
"Annie, Really....is this necessary?"
I pounce again now beating her arm with my back paws all while latching on to the arm. As I bite I realize that she is seriously trying to shake me. I shall not surrender!
Now she shakes me free and as I go for yet a third attack she hides her arms under the covers. I attack anyway. Victory! She is up and as we solemnly walk downstairs I remind her that the attire she is wearing is very unbecoming.
"Oh Annie, what was so important this morning that you had to get up?" she asks while rationing my Sheba. I have this scam down to a science...... Why, Mommy Dearest I wanted to watch Matt Lauer and see what is happening to Jon and Kate Plus 8, is the show cancelled?
"Oh Annie, Thanks" she says while dabbing ointment on her scratches.
My Pleasure.

Thursday, October 1

Hi It's me.....Annie Grace.....
I have just finished laying on an envelope for about 2 hours and had to listen to endless questions from The Lady. Let me start by telling you that part of my perfectly planned day includes hopping up on the couch and chewing on the envelopes as she opens the mail. In her warped mind she thinks we are bonding and it's something "we do together". Basically I could care less who opens the mail, just as long as I can chew them life is good. I am also aware that she feels this will eliminate me from chewing her files. It will not.

"Annie.....do you like your envelope I left for you?
Listen Lady, I don't necessarily "like" it. I am just laying on it so you will leave me alone for a while.
"Annie....do you want me to hold it so you can chew?"
No...I do not. Trust me I can chew anything just fine by myself. Go look at your files in the kitchen...proof of my unlimited abilities.
"Annie.....are you sleeping on the envelope now?"
No... I am meditating and telepathically asking for more wildlife to encroach our dwelling so you will otherwise be occupied.

Now I close my eyes to tiny little slits and just stare at her. Next I turn my head about 2 centimeters and stay perfectly still, on my envelope, for about an hour. This will just play on her endless need to be involved in my life as I ignore her. She quietly walks around me as to not disturb me which emphasizes my complete control.

As I ignore her while side staring at her (to which she has no idea) I gasp. Hey Lady are you due to have your roots done? I watch as the look of shock, horror and then panic cloud her face. "Oh Annie, can you see them?"
See them??? The people at choir practice in the church down the street can see them! I am perfectly aware that this may seem cruel but it truly is a battle for control in this domicile and I would have to say that tonight....
It's Annie Grace - 1 point
The Lady - None