Live Chat with Billie Dunn Cancelled @ Last Minute *UPDATE @ BOTTOM*…

If you are interested in participating in a live chat with the mother of missing Colorado City teenager Hailey Dunn, there will be a live chat with her mother Billie Dunn at 5 p.m. CST today.  Just go to this link and follow the directions.  Questions and comments will be monitored for content.   There is an update on the latest as well, including Clint Dunn’s efforts to get information out about the case and in the search of his daughter on the website.

Here is the link:

Well, I just got home a few minutes ago and saw that she cancelled the web chat at the last minute to go out of town with relatives…I will stay nice for now.  I hate last minute stuff as it is.


As a Parent Myself, This Piece of Info on the Hailey Dunn Case Made Me Ill…

In short, they found kiddie porn images and crap with S&M on a computer seized from the home and more from his grandmother’s house.  I will not express my thoughts here since (coupled with a migraine from Hell) would not serve much purpose.  Here is a link to the story.

Slowly, it Evolves…Victims Can No Longer Isolate Themselves.

Slowly, it Evolves…Victims Can No Longer Isolate Themselves..

Slowly, it Evolves…Victims Can No Longer Isolate Themselves.

I was very reclusive in my youth. I joked around about drinking and partying and such, in the fashion of Cheech and Chong.  I discovered after a while that I was merely trying to “fit in”.  I have since discovered that I don’t have to fit in to any particular niche.  I am who I am. People can accept me or not accept me, but there are two things about me that never change over time. I am honest.  I speak my mind.  Not many people can handle that trait.  It comes from having been through a lot of hell, much I do not really discuss, but when I hear people talk as if their pain is the only one that matters, I can come unglued. 

There are different types of suffering and abuse in this world.  I know it from a place no one should ever have had to experience it–at home.  I am currently writing a book on this, but for those of you who follow my bullying blogs, I don’t see how we can possibly stop bullying or get anything productive done in society by  isolating ourselves from one another.  The pain of the homosexual child being bullied is every bit as real and intense as the child who gets beaten, raped and abused at home–only to come to school to suffer the taunts of those bullies (and sometimes get assaulted even further). 

Here is the point of my post.  Anyone who has ever been bullied has experienced their own type of prison.  That prison was the closest thing to Hell on Earth for many people.  However, as intense as our pain is, we must unite with others who have been bullied and abused to make our voices heard as one voice.  If not, we are failing every generation that follows.   It does not matter if one is homosexual or not, or if one is from another country or not.  What matters is that a united front stands a better chance of accomplishing anything than a divided front.   We are failing our children if we do not address this as one voice, one people and one nation.

I am no activist and do not wish to be so now.  However there is/are voice(s) out there that people  will hear.  You voice might prevent the next Jonesboro.  Your voice might prevent the next Columbine.  Your voice might stop the next child from taking matters into his or her own hands to address his/her abusers and ruin the rest of his/her life.

Where are you?  This country needs you to get together and speak up.  The children are depending on you.  Forget the news networks.  None of them talk much about this until something major happens!  It is time to be proactive and not reactive.  You do not have to have a child in public school to ask a school board what is being done to stop school violence and make them answer.  People around the world must unite to stop bullying on a global scale as well.  

It is time to quit comparing battle scars with each other (and with other groups and unite).   My pain is no less or more intense than yours even if it is a different situation. Being separate does not solve anything.  You will get told what you “want to hear” and then nothing will come of it, but if people who have been severely abused and bullied were to rally together–someone would listen and take notice.

I am going through a healing process myself–even after all these years. I am starting to see some things differently, yet some things are unchanged.  I suppose we will all be evolving and changing throughout life.  Give me time. I am getting there and so will you.  We can work on this together,  can we not?  I do not feel that isolating ourselves as groups from one another is an option any longer.

Never Believe Anyone Who Says “IT TASTES LIKE CHICKEN!”

This is especially true if you are being served alligator.  I tried it recently.  All I can say is–NEVER AGAIN!  I will admit the cocktail sauce made it a little better…However, while I am NOT opposed to trying anything new at least once, I can now cross this off of my “bucket list” of things I have never done before, and shall NEVER do again! 

I am taking an online TESOL course.  My snack of choice tonight was good old-fashioned POPCORN!  I am now going to go to bed and put on my earphones. It is time for me to tune out the world, the rotten news going on in it and just chill out for the night! Tomorrow I will be back on my mountain and working out a double again!  Have a wonderful evening and PLEASE, alligator is good for handbags, but I do not recommend it for supper!

Teens and Chatrooms…What MY son did…*It’s funny NOW, but it bothered me THEN*!

Oh my god! We hear the horror stories about teens in chatrooms, watch the MSNBC guy having people arrested and such, but sometimes when a young man takes initiative and takes things into his own hands, it is hard to know whether to laugh or, as in this case, simply ground him from the net for a bit–or both.  Before I go further, I’ll be the first to tell any new parent to enjoy the babies while they are little because the next thing you know, they break curfew to enjoy some adolescent mischief  (mine got picked up for “Tap Door Run” TWICE)–only NOW it is called criminal mischief.  Sometimes they wreck the family vehicle too! That’s another kid, another story…

Anyway back to this kid.  He was over at a friend’s house and I went to pick him up.  When I got there, the other boy’s parents were laughing and so was his friend.  My son was laughing so hard tears were rolling down his face. 

“Eric, what is going on?” I asked.  The other boy’s parents left the room laughing and all they told me is, “Your son knows how to handle his business.”  Meanwhile, I am thinking, “What the hell did this kid do now?”

Well.  Here is how the story got told to me, and then the chat transcript bore the evidence out.  There was a predator in the chat room trying to pick up some of the local girls and one of them happened to be one of Eric’s female classmates from school. This  guy was trying to pick her up and Eric figured out that this guy was an older man by some of the things being said so he PM’d the guy, and then they went back to chatting in regular chat!  He told his classmate on the phone to “Watch this!” Here is what I recall of how the chat transcript read:

“Hi.  My name is Chelsea.”

“Hi! I’m Martin.”

‘Where are you from?” My son (calling himself Chelsea) asked.

“L.A. But I am in Midland now.”  Midland is forty miles from here.

“How old are you?” my son asked.

“25, and you?” the guy asked.

“15.  My dad just got me some wheels and they are nice too!” he said.

“Really?  What kind?”  he asked.

“A Ferrari! A silver one–for my birthday!”

“Aw that’s sweet!  I’d like to meet you, girl?”


“Oh yeah! You sound hot! Send me a pic” he said.

Eric sent him a picture of a beautiful young thing off of some website.  She was wearing a bikini.

“Wow! You are built like a real woman!  I really want to meet you!” he said.

“Really?” Eric asked.

“You bet!”

Eric then gave him the directions to a local restaurant here, but was also being asked about complexion, measurements and such.

“I am Native American.   My measurements are 36 22 34.  I have high cheekbones too.”

“Oh baby, I’m hot for you!” the guy said.

“Really?” Eric said.

“Oh yeah baby!  What time can I meet you on Thursday at that place?” he asked.

“Oh about 6:30 p.m. would be fine!”

“Okay doll! I’ll see you then!” he said to Eric.

Eric paused for a minute and then put “Oh by the way. I have one more thing I need to tell you.”

“What’s that, Beautiful?” he asked Eric.


Everyone in the chatroom was LOL-ing and the predator left the chatroom.

Well,  I think I couldn’t say too much to him at that point because it was said and done, but I do admit, that is one boy who has a set of brass balls–like his mother… LOL   I hope this gave you guys a good laugh.  I know it’s a serious topic, but this just tells me that he knew how to handle himself and was taking a  “hit of sorts” for his classmate!  I guess I did SOMETHING right! Have a great week!

Since my last post was kind of short and to the point, this is my post for the week of  Jan 3, 2011