Oh HEllllllllllL No!

Oooooh! I am so friggen' mad right now!

I am good friend's with an ex-boyfriend of mine.
The very first boyfriend I ever had actually.
His name is TJ.

His brother got drunk about 6 months ago and started text messaging me from TJ's phone, pretending to be TJ, and talking a whole bunch of shit.
At least, when I talked to TJ the next day, he SAID it was his brother and I dunno, I guess I was inclined to believe him, since we are friends.

Anyways, I forgot about the whole incident, and about a month or so ago, I added his brother as a friend on Myspace.
He has done nothing but harrass me since then, and I am going to delete him.

That WOULD HAVE been the end of that, but all the sudden, I go to TJ's myspace profile to wish him a happy birthday and I see this comment on his page from his brother: "for the record, Sherry pisses me off. I want to shoot laser beams at her head, but i'm afraid she'll absorb them with her vagina"

This, of course pissed me off to now end, so I wrote: "Happy late birthday TJ. As for the Giant Pizza you're looking for, I don't know if you have a Mountain Mike's Pizza Parlor there in Kalazamoo, but if you do, their Mountain sized pizza is the biggest I've found. ENJOY! As for me pissing your brother off, he's a dick."

Then, as an after-thought I wrote: "P.S. As for me *Absorbing a laser beam with my vagina* that was a bit uncalled for, don't you think? Could you call your brother off please? If he doesn't stop harrassing me, I'm going to report him to Myspace. Seriously. First the drunken text messages six months ago where he pretended to be you and talked a whole bunch of shit, now he is flaming me not only in emails to me, but on YOUR myspace as well? A tad bit selfish and childish. He needs to get overhimself and realize he is a MAN now, not an adolescent."

To Give You An Idea Of How he has been harrassing me, here are his messages:

When I posted about how Eric's house starting on fire, he wrote--> "I think this is fake." Which I wrote off as him thinking maybe I got hacked and some skeeze was posting on my account. So, I wrote back--> "Nope, not fake. Sup Taylor? How are you? How is TJ? How is Kalamazoo? I've been alright, I mean, besides the fire at the house. :)"

To which he wrote back: "Ha. Well. I'm an objectivist, which also be default means capitalist. So really, I kind of despise you for your efforts."

And I wrote: "So... You despise me because the house almost burned down, could have died, and now we're broke trying to fix it?"

And he wrote: "No. Not for what happened, but how you are reacting. This is what defines us for who we are. Despise is a little strong. Disapprove is a little more appropriate. But, hey, it's your life. I'm not saying change it because I said so, I am just saying that judging you based on your actions- your philosophy is not one that I would agree with."

And I wrote: "How I reacted? You weren't here to see how I reacted. I reacted to the fire by Making sure the fire was out and the house was sealed up as best as possible, then moving back down to California, since the house was unlivable, and I emediatly began searching for work. I have been searching for a year, now I am forced to move to another town, which I have no money to do, so that I may find work."

To which he replied: "That I can respect. But that is not what I was talking about. And searching for a year? Without success? That's slightly difficult to believe. Look, it's not really my place to critisize. I am just telling you what I think, and it is the truth. Would you rather I lied to you, so that we can have pleasant small talk about useless things? Because I'm not the type who does that. Life is everything, it can be difficult, but you are human. You are smart, and your life is your own. Effort should not be a problem if you realize these things. Defeat your situation, and rise above it.

There is one sentence in the quote I do highly respect
"I feel kinda worthless mooching off of others, but every penny helps" (NOTE FROM SHERRY: in regards to starting the Amazon Associates Account where I get a bit of commision off of everything sold off my website)

And there is one I highly disrespect, except it was in your bulletin. It is where you say that you're not selfish.

Because I really wish you were selfish. Never let anyone tell you that the word selfish is a bad word, a bad concept."

And I Wrote: "I tried a telemarketing job, it wasn't for me. I am not going to stay at a job where I am being cursed at all day by people who don't want telemarketers calling them, especially when I don't even like telemarketers. Since then, the only jobs I have been offered are telemarketing jobs, work from home jobs, and insurance salesman jobs that are strictly commision. I have been turned doewn REPEATEDLY by places like walmart, McDonalds, Taco Bell, KFC, Walgreens, Raleys, and Gas Stations because, according to them I am OVER QUALIFIED due to my experience in the Navy. I have been turned down by higher paying jobs because according to THEM, even though I have the SKILLS they need, I lack the degree to show for it. Personally, if I was a hiring manager, I'd rather higher the person with field experience than the person with a peice of paper showing they STUDYING the subject... But, I have 2 interviews tomorrow for jobs in Los Banos, CA. Which si where most of my family is. I already have a few places lined up where I can stay until my current bills are paid off, then a friend of mine and I are going to get an apartment of our own."

HE DIDN'T REPLY BACK TO THAT!

Then, when I posted the bulletin, on MY profile, about the puppies being found in a box by the freeway, he wrote: "Holy crap, seriously, what the hell. If you can't realize this is fake, then I am pretty sure I'll just have to delete you, because you're retarded.

And then I'll hunt down some black lab puppies and kill them just to spite whoever posted this originally. Maybe I'll even eat them. With a little rice, maybe some corn. Maybe like a bourbon chicken type deal, except it's bourbon BLACK LAB."

And I wrote bak: "wow... It doesn't do me any harm to repost it, so in the off chance that it is real, I repost it. It's not like I am reposting something that that says REPOST THIS OR YOUR MAMA WILL DIE. Get a grip dude. You're just gasping at straws TRYING to find something to bitch about."

AND HE DIDN"T WRITE BACK TO THAT!

Then, I found that gross, disrespectful comment about me on TJ's page!

WTH, man?!? I have never done ANYTHING to him! If he doesn't like my friggen bulletins then he doesn't have to read them! If he doesn't like me then he can DELETE me and BLOCK me for all I care! I just want him to leave me alone and stop slandering me!


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Have A GREAT Day And God Bless!
Sherry Louise Peck
U.S. Navy Veteran
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HELP!

Hi!
I know most people don't want dogs, but my man and I REALLY need a place to stay while our home is being rebuilt.
There was a fire in our house due to the chimney being built poorly 30+ years ago by the original owners.
My man & I are looking for a place to stay for 3-6 months while our house gets rebuilt.
We are quiet, people with a german shepard/ lab mix that is house-trained, friendly, and HAS ALL SHOTS and flea treatments up-to-date.
Paperwork to show that shots are up-to-date is available upon request.

Please concider us.
Sherry_L _Peck@hotmail.com
1-530-391-2360

Amenities we'd LIKE to have:
Air Conditioner
Yard
Washer and Dryer in Unit
Dishwasher
Our Own Bathroom

Amenties we NEED:
Our own room
Accept: our medium sized dog
Parking on site or REALLY close by
Semi-clean roomate(S)

AREA: West Sacramento, Rio Linda, Broderick, Bryte, Carmichael, El Macero, Gold River, McClellan, Mather, North Highlands. (Northern California)

Dear Mr. President- by Alecia Moore

http://www.youtube.com/v/9eDJ3cuXKV4

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pay the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

Trying IN VAIN To Assemble A Kiddie Pool

So, today was Elia's B-day Party. (she is my friends daughter) She turned 1 year old today. Her mum is one of my oldest friends so I was invited.
I had bought Baby Body Wash and Baby Bath, and 2 sippy cups for her... but it was REALLY hot in Los Banos, so I had the FANTASTIC idea to go get a kiddy pool for us all to play in, and of course, for the B-Day party.
Tanisha and I went and got the one Bekah (Elia's mom) had chosen and it turned out to be WAAAAY too big to fit into Tanisha's SUV. So, Tanisha drove back to Bekah's place and grabbed a rope.
We tied the pool to the roll bars on the top of her SUV, as tight as our little girlie muscles allowed, and heaed off at a slow and steady pace.
Mother nature decided this would be a good time for the wind to start blowing and that damnable wind whipped the pool RIGHT OFF the top of the SUV.
So, we stopped and pulled to the side of the highway and picked the pool up off the barbed wire fence it had fallen on and tied it back on the vehicle.
Not even half a mile down teh road, the pool blows off AGAIN, this time into traffic. Luckily, the thing didn't hit anyone and I was able to dive from the vehicle, grab the pool and drag it to the side of the road before it, or I, got ran over.
Tanisha shouts, "Oh My GOD! Are you okay???" To which I breathlessly reply, "Uh... Huh...WHEW!" She then calls Bekah and asks if the neighbor cna bring his truck and the neighbor says, "Why? It's not MY pool!"
Keep in mind, we are STILL on the side of HighWay 152 coming from WalMart... Cars are WHIPPING by, most of their drivers are LEERING at us as we stand there pondering what to do next.
Then, remembering a family that I used to go to church with that lived down by Wal-Mart, I called them and asked if they could meet us, put the pool in the back of their truck, and follow us to the apartment.
George kindly did just that. I was good to see an old friend too.
NOW, fast forward a few hours, we are slightly buzzed from Kahlua and we are trying to assemble the pool, or rather I am and Bekah is watching me while Tanisha is checking her myspace. :)~
I finally get it put together and we decide to give it a test run. We fill it up with water from the hose and then decide its too cold because the sun has already set by this point.We taxi several buckets of HOT water from the bathtub to the pool in a FUTILE attempt to significantly heat the water.
We get in the pool and after a few minutes of frolicking about, we realize the plug came out of the pool and the water is draining. FOUR of us tried to put it in and then I get the bright idea to superglue it in.
I got the superglue and glue the sunny-gun to the hole and my fingers to my hand, or almost. I realized in time that I had got the gunk on my hand, so I opened my hands wide and stayed that way until it dried.
We turn the pool back over, re-fill it, then HEAT several pans worth of water to BOILING point in ANOTHER futile attempt to heat the water. As we are dumping pot after pot of boiling water in the pool, the dang plug pops off again...
I then say screw this and place a rock under the pool against the hole and that worked for a while.
THE NEXT DAY, at the party, several adults try UNSUCCESSFULLY to put the plug back in and then give up.
Bekah's 9 year old nephew puts the plug in lickety split, exerting next to no energy or force and it stays in.

DAMN IT!

DON'T DOWNLOAD ANTI-VERMIN OR HAVE IT SCAN YOUR COMP 4 FREE!

DON'T DOWNLOAD ANTI-VERMIN OR HAVE IT SCAN YOUR COMP 4 FREE!

Now, we've all done it or at least thought of it when we were broke or didn't have much money. Downloading or trying free trials of programs we'd normally pay shit tons of money for from REPUTABLE companies.

If you see an add, pop-up, advertisement or email to Download a free trial of ANTIVERMIN, or to SCAN your computer for free, DON'T DO IT! It is a FAKE and will slow down your computer. It is a FAKE Spyware prgram from Russia that is made to convince you to buy the full packet.
Go to: http://www.uninstall-spyware.com/ov-uninstallAnti_Vermin.html?OVRAW=anti%20vermin&OVKEY=anti%20vermin&OVMTC=standard for more info on this SHIT, and to REMOVE the program if you have already downloaded it or had it scan your computer.

NOTE: you CAN'T remove this program just by clicking on ADD/REMOVE programs and REMOVING it that way. It regenerates itself.

DON'T try to remove it manually, it will make your computer CRASH!
If you have any more questions, go to the website above or email me at:Sherry_Peck_1982@yahoo.com

Thanks.
Sherry Peck


P.S. Please pass this along to your friends so they don't make the same mistake I did.

Pan's Labrynth

"Pan's Labrynth" (El Laberinto Del Fauno)

December 25, 2006
Sergi López, Maribel Verdú, Ivana Baquero, Doug Jones, Ariadna Gil

Pan's Labrynth is a spooky and violent, yet touching gothic fairy tale set during the postwar repression of Franco's Spain, Pan's Labyrinth is about Ofelia (Ivana Baquero), a little girl with an amazing imagination who is forced to move with her pregnant mother to a rural military outpost where her new stepfather is the Captain. She is lonely, scared, and powerless in a world full of adult cruelty that she cannot understand. Ofelia discovers another world full of monsters and fairy-tale like creatures, as she battles to survive in the world she is being raised in, she fights an equally herowing battle to save the world she enters to escape from her pain.
This movie is full of violence, blood shed, cruelty, and pain. But, it also has some endearing moments where you just can't help but smile and laugh. I WHOLE-HEARTEDLY recommend seeing this movie! ***** five stars from me!!!
Thriller/ Horror/ Fantasy/ Sci-Fi
112 min.
Guillermo Del Toro
Odeon Films
Bertha Navarro, Alfonso Cuarón, Frida Torresblanco, Álvaro Augustin
Guillermo Del Toro
NOTE: This movie is in Spanish, but has English Subtitles that are easy to follow and do not take away from the splendor and awe that is: PAN'S LABRYNTH!
-Review Written by: Sherry Louise PeckDISCLAIMER: RATED "R" FOLKS. I heard kids screaming in terror and shock in the movie theatre. Who the FRELL brings their kid to a movie without checking it out first???

that @$$hole

My stepdad asked the owner of a bull mastiff to leash his dog after it attacked my puppy and the guy tried to fight him. My step dad said no, I'm an old man and walked away. The guy pushed him down on the ground.

God Bless Grandma!

Here's a quote from a government employee who witnessed a recent interaction between an elderly woman and an antiwar protester in a Metro station in DC:


"There were protesters on the train platform handing out pamphlets on the evils of America. I politely declined to take one. An elderly woman was behind me getting off the escalator and a young (20ish) female protester offered her a pamphlet, which she politely declined."

"The young protester put her hand on the old woman's shoulder as a gesture of friendship and in a very soft voice said, "Lady, don't you care about the children of the Mideast?
"The old woman looked up at her and said, "Honey, my father died in France during World War II, I lost my husband in Korea, and a son in Vietnam. All three died so you could have the right to stand here and bad mouth our country. If you touch me again, I'll stick this umbrella up your ass and open it."

~God Bless America~
& Grandma

"She Don't Know She's Beautiful"

I had this friend.Everytime we went out, she got hit on.But she never thought she was beautiful,or that she deserved that attention.
Little did she know:She was beautiful in more ways than she could've emagined.
Let Me Count The Ways:1) The MOST Obvious: She's hot.2) She's got a great body.3) She's got a cheerful disposition.4) She was a loyal friend.5) She was trust worthy.6) She defended me.7) She protected me.8) She loved me (Plutonicly).9) She stopped at nothing to make me laugh and smile when I was sad.10) She was always there for me.11) She has a great smile.12) She can smile even when she is depressed.13) She KNEW when I was depressed.14) She loves her man, her family, and her friends so much she'd die for them.15) She gave me more chances to say sorry than I deserved.
...And Now She's Gone.I didn't even see her go.It's not even that she is physically gone.She's gone from me.I lost her friendship and I didn't even see it happen.I still can't quite put my finger on it.All I know is, the last 3 days before she left, she didn't answer my phone calls, my emails, my texts, or me knocking on her barracks room door.The day she left, a mutual so-called-friend said a lot of bad shit about her to me.I was pissed off at him for everything he accused her off and didn't wait to cool down before I called her.When I got to her voice mail, I left a message telling her what he had said.I just wanted her to know what was said.I sounded angry, so she just deleted the message without listening to the whole thing.She text messaged me angrily asking how I could believe it, considering who it came from.I explained that I was just letting her know cuz I was worried about her.She then acted like we were cool again.She even said "I Luv You" 2x in her response, and said she had to go.
Then today, I read her latest blog and realized, I HAVE been replaced with a new bestfriend.I DID lose our friendship.And I am lost without it.
I don't write this because I want you to feel sorry for me.I just write it cuz I need to vent it somehow.
Let this be a lesson to everyone, don't screw up a good thing.
-Sherry

Ovarily yoURS

Dear Kotex,
I recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my panty liner had a bunch of "Kotex Tips for Life" on it. Annoying advice such as:

-Staying active during your period can relieve cramps.
-Avoiding caffeine may help reduce cramps and headaches.
-Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep you hydrated and feeling fresh.
-Try Kotex blah blah blah other products.

Obviously the person behind this was someone who has never possessed a functioning set of ovaries. Go ahead and tell a menstruating woman TO HER FACE that drinking 6-8 glasses of water will help keep her feeling fresh. See what happens and report back. I'll wait.

While you're at it, dump out the coffee at work and remove the chocolate
from the vending machine. I guarentee that the first responders will be
females who just ovulated.

Look, females don't need or want tips for living on feminine hygiene products. Younger girls are already hearing "helpful" crap like that from their elderly relatives. Veteran females have already concocted their own recipes for survival, many of which contain alcohol.

Printing out shit advice while sneaking in ads for the brand THAT WAS ALREADY PURCHASED is just plain annoying, not to mention rude and enough to send a girl running to the Always brand.

Mostly we'd like to forget that we even need these products. It's not a fun time, but DO NOT try to cheer us up by adding smiley faces or bunnies or flowery cutesy crap to your products or the packaging.

Put the shit in a plain brown wrapper so we can throw it in our carts discreetly and have it blend in among the wine and beer!! There is nothing more annoying than having a blinding pink package announcing your uterine state to everyone in the store.

The ultimate goal of your product should be functional invisibility at every stage, including at the point of purchase.
So take your tips for living and shove them right up your a##. (Try Drinking six to eight glasses of water to make you feel fresher while You're doing it!)



Ovarily Yours,
Ms. PMS

The Night Watch (Written By ROY POPKIN)

Night Watch
By Roy Popkin


"Your son is here," the nurse said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the man's eyes opened. He was heavily sedated and only partially conscious after a massive heart attack he had suffered the night before. He could see the dim outline of a young man in a Marine Corps uniform, standing alongside his bed.
The old man reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp hand and squeezed gently. The nurse brought a chair, and the tired serviceman sat down at the bedside.
All through the night, the young Marine sat in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering words of encouragement. The dying man said nothing, but kept a feeble grip on the young man's hand. Oblivious to the noise of the oxygen tank, the moans of the other patients, and the bustle of the night staff coming in and out of the ward, the Marine remained at the old man's side.
Every now and then, when she stopped by to check on her patients, the nurse heard the young Marine whisper a few comforting words to the old man. Several times in the course of that long night, she returned and suggested that the Marine leave to rest for a while. But every time, the young man refused.
Near dawn the old man died. The Marine placed the old man's lifeless hand on the bed and left to find the nurse. While the nurse took the old man away and attended to the necessary duties, the young man waited. When the nurse returned, she began to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
Startled, the nurse replied, "He was your father."
"No, he wasn't," the young man said. "I've never seen him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew there had been a mistake by the people who sent me home on an emergency furlough. What happened was, there were two of us with the same name, from the same town and we had similar serial numbers. They sent me by mistake," the young man explained. "But I also knew he needed his son, and his son wasn't there. I could tell he was too sick to know whether I was his son or not. When I realized how much he needed to have someone there, I just decided to stay."

Reprinted by permission of Roy Popkin (c) 1998 from A 5th Portion of Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. In order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights reserved.


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DAMNABLE Parking Lights

I was driving around lost lastnight and I got pulled over by a cop. I almost pissed my pants. (Kayla was in the car with me) I thought maybe I hadn't been paying attention to my speed, but it trns out I had my PARKING lights on instead of my headlights. I didn't get a ticket though. He just explained the whole thing to me..

Letter To Ashley Simpson

Ashley.
What can I say?
As an aspiring singer, I am in awe of your passion and your bravery.
I hope that if and when I make the big time, my career will be HALF as successful as yours.
You, Jessica, and Nick are such inspirations to me and I hope that when I launch my music career, that I will get to meet the 3 of you, especially you!
As for your acting, you are FABULOUS!
With BOTH your acting and singing, you have such a stage presence and you can express emotion with such ease.
You make it all look so easy, even when the press is out to get you.
How do you DO it?
I have SUCH a problem with stage fright and I fear that I'll never overcome it.
What should I do?
N E Ways, I am SOOO glad that there still are artists like YOU out there dedicated to making REAL music, and willing to take a risk at doing what they love to do.

Lovingly,
Your Fan:
Photographer's Mate Airman Sherry Peck
USS Carl Vinson
OPS OP
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Names A to Z with a TWIST! (Dedicated To Becka)

Names A to Z with a TWIST! (Dedicated To Becka)


post one name for every letter of the alphabet.
every ODD letter must be a boy name and every EVEN letter must be a girl name. respond by "respond to poster" then post to YOUR profile.

Adriann
Benita
Charles
Demetria
Edward
Felicia
George
Helena
Indiana
Jezabelle
Kevin
Leonora
Matthew
Nina
Oscar
Phillipa
Quirell
Renee
Samuel
Tanisha
Uriel
Vanessa
William
Xandrea
Yani
Zulu

"Letter To Unsolve Mysteries"- Phillip Ray McMillen-Stockson Jr. (We miss you) COME HOME!

TO:

Unsolved Mysteries

P.O. Box 11499

Burbank, CA 91510

FROM:

Photographer's Mate Airman Sherry Louise Peck

USS Carl Vinson

OPS / OP

FPO, AE 09566-2840

Dear Unsolved Mysteries,

My name is Sherry Peck and my mother and I have been looking, unsuccessfully for my older brother, Phillip Ray McMillen JR. (may be going by the name Phillip Stockson ---> Step mother's lastname) for 18 years.

My mother was born as Victoria Elaine SURRATT. She met my brother Phillip's Dad, Phillip Ray McMillen Jr., when she was 15 and he was 14 (1969) and they got married in 1973 becoming Vicky Elaine MCMILLEN. Later that year, Phill Jr. was born (5 Nov, 1973) and my sister (The late Regina McMillen was born about a year later. Phill Sr. was very abusive towards my mother when she was pregnant with Regine and Regina died of SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) when she was just 18 months old. Phill Sr. blamed my mother for Regina's death and treated her poorly for a year longer until they separated and finally got divorced in 1977. My mother dated a few men between then and when she married my dad, in 1982, becoming Vicky Elaine PECK. I was born later that year (13 Nov 1982) and my parents were divorceda few years later. I think I was 13 or 14 when my mother remarried again to her 3rd and final husband. She is now Victoria Elaine WILLIAMS. She has been suffering from lung cancer for the past 2 and a half years and her health is very poor. She is currently in remission from lung cancer but because of her weakened immune system, she is rarely healthy. She's in and out of the hospital, she is constantly having KAT scans and various tests and will be on disability for the rest of her years.We haven't seen my brother Phillip Jr. since he was 14 years old (18 years ago) and my mother's GREATEST wish is to see her eldest child before she passes away.

Here is her story:

When my mom was 15, she met the 14 yr old Phillip Ray McMillen and was instantly attracted to him and his charms. They were together until she was 23 and he was 22. After the divorce, my mother had custody of Phill Jr for a year before Phill Sr and his new wife used their money to get custody of my brother. My mother wasn't allowed inside the court room at the custody hearing to defend herself against their lies. When Phillip Sr exited the court room wmith Phill Jr and his new wife, Debbie Stockson (A woman that my mom believes he had been cheating on her with during their marriage), Phill Jr. snubbed her and my mom KNEW she had lost him.

One day, while my mother was getting into her car, Debbie Stockson and my brother's father, Phillip McMillen Sr. cornered her and harrassed her verbally. My mom pushed Debbie away and debbie got back in her face. My mother then, feeling threatened, swung at her (not knowing that Debbie was a few months pregnant) and hit her in her face. Debbie grabbed my mother by her hair and pulled her forward as if to knee her in the face and my mother swung upward, hitting her in the face again. I fight insued until Phillip Sr pulled my mother from the fight by her throat and started choking her. By standers just watched and did nothing to help.my mother swung at Phillip Sr hitting him between the eyes and breaking his glasses. He backed up stunned and let her go. My mom got in her car and went home crying. Later on, she found out that the fight had caused Debbie a miscarriage and she suspects that Debbie and Phill instigated the fight in order to cause the miscarriage so they would have a viable reason to file for a restraining or and so they could make my mother look bad in the courts eyes and in HER SONS eyes. They were granted the restraining order and my mother wasn't able to see her son.

My other met my father and they got married a year or so later and had me later that year. Phillip Jr was allowed to go to the wedding and to all the family and friends there, he seemed happy that our mother was getting married. My mother was afford a few visits with my brother for the next couple of years until I was 4. By that time, my mother and father had been divorced for a year or two and my mother was a single mother working 2 full time jobs to keep food on the table. My dad had custody but the two have remained good friend over the years and my mother had visitation rights and I spent most of my vacations and half the holidays with her as well as a many weekends as I could.

My mother and I saw Phillip Jr. for the lst time in 1988 when he came to visit us for three days. On the 3rd day, my mother was at work and our neighbor, Billy was watching us kids. Phillip Sr. came and picked up Phill Jr. and that was the last time we saw him. My mother is convinced that they let Phillip Jr come over just so he could tell them how our living conditions were so they would have more dirt to use against her if she ever fought for custody again. For the next couple of years, my mother saw them around town and they ignored her. After that, she never saw them again.

Over the years, I have gone to several websites and searched for him under Phillip McMillen Jr and Phillip Stockson Jr. I have ran across some names and info that I had THOUGHT to be good clues but non of them have ever turned out to be good. Once, we found A Phillip Ray McMillen in North Sacramento, CA. My step dad and I drove to their address but it wasn't the right P.R. McMillen. They were really nice and said that there were lots of McMillen's in Sacramento County and took our # so they could call us if they heard or saw anything.

Here is some more info about my brother>

Last known Residence: Forest Hills, CA

Birthdate: Nove 5th, 1973

Age: 32 yrs

Age last time seen: 14

We have pix of him from the wedding of my father and mother. He is really tall in the pic but is only about 7 or 8, so he is probably really tall.

Hair: sandy blonde

Eyes: Blue

His father: Worked as a baker at Wonder Bread and worked hi way up to manager. My mother got him the job and he may still be working there.

He probably graduated from High School anywhere from 1991 to 1993. Might have been 1992.

He might have atteneded Jr and High School in La Palma or Forest Hills, CA.

Could you help us find my brother? My mother just wants to get reunited with her son. As I was growing up, she told me so many stories of all the trama she went through while she was battling Phill Sr for custody and I would very much like to see her heart at rest.

Please feel free to call me at: 757 362 7887 , email me at: passionforyou82@gmail.com or write to me at:

Sherry Peck

USS Carl Vinson

OPS OP

FPO, AE 09566-2840

If you have any tips, questions, or comments.



Very Respectfully,

Sherry Louise Peck

US Navy!

IT3 (Or whatever) Frank Molina Pissed Me Off!

I am SOOO "F"ing "T"ed Off...
Category: Friends


So I FINALLY told this guy to fuck off instead of letting him talk shit.
Read the IM conversation below...
HE is: SilverLightStar
I AM: HeartBrokenLadyOf1982



silver_lighstar: who is this? why are you e mailing me?
BUZZ!!!


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: this is sherry


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: Don't you remember me?


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: Sherry Peck


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: Whats your problem? Why aren't you talking to me? What did I do to you that merits you ignoring me?


silver_lighstar: because I'm fed up with people. that includes a majority of females.
silver_lighstar: I'd be glad to tell you why


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: I didn't do JACK SHIT to you


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: I've been your friend even when people said I shouldn't. Even when people MOCKED Me.


silver_lighstar: they were right


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: Why though?


silver_lighstar: because I'm an asshole


silver_lighstar: I'm a retard


silver_lighstar: I'm everything that is bad


silver_lighstar: and I'm fed up with dealing with jackasses


silver_lighstar: like them


silver_lighstar: I'm tired of being pointed out of what a fucking loser I am


silver_lighstar: and I'm tired of just failing socially in life


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: No. You TRY to be an asswhoe because you guard yourself from getting close to anyone. You let a few bad apples ruin it for the good ones like me


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: you're not failing socially in life if you have a LEAST one friend. You'd be failing socially if NO ONE would talk to you. Don't push me away frank


silver_lighstar: Sherry, why? Why do you continue to socialize with me? what drew me to you?


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: You are a nice person dude.


silver_lighstar: you wanna know why I'm so bitter?


silver_lighstar: do you?


silver_lighstar: Sherry?


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: yeah


silver_lighstar: I'll explain this in a little colum I like to call: "Why do girls go for idiots", or, "the lies girls have told me"


silver_lighstar: "I didn't do anything over the weekend.."
Lie. This translates into "I got drunk and had lots of sex that I regret having now that I'm sober, but I'd rather not sound like a slut, so I'll give you the false impression that I live a modest life sitting at home and reading over my weekends, so you'll have to find out what I really did from people talking behind my back." This is probably closer to the truth than most people think. And don't mail me some politically correct rant saying "well not every girl is like that blah blah blah..." I know that not every girl is like that. Nobody cares.


silver_lighstar: "I've only kissed one guy..."
Lie. No girl has only kissed one guy. Any girl that says she has kissed only one guy is either too young to have kissed more, or a damned liar.


silver_lighstar: This next one's a whopper Sherry. This describes my situation to a T.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: or too shy or too ugly in the worlds view of beauty (In ref to the "LIe" I've only kissed one guy)...
v
silver_lighstar: "I think you're cute!"
Lie. No girl thinks I'm cute. I'm repulsive. I'm hideous.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: You're NOT repulsive, nor ugly. Not cute, but not an undesirable viewing.


silver_lighstar: give me a break


silver_lighstar: next lie


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: plain. not hideous. Hidoues would be... the guy from "Goonies" who says "Heeey Yooooou guuuuyz"


silver_lighstar: "I want to find a guy that's sensitive.."
Lie. This one's a whopper. Girls don't want sensitive guys, nay, when it comes down to it all they really want is sex. Most of them are no better than the assholes they sleep with. Sure.. they want sensitivity.. ass slapping, hair pulling sensitivity. What girl in their right mind would willingly sleep with a total jerk? Are all these girls being raped? Or are they really just horny? They want sensitivity.. or at least, that's what they'll have you believing, with their warm smiles and good looks. Just once, I'd like to meet a good looking girl that's not in denial, and that won't put on an integrity show, and that will just come out and admit that she's been pounded more times than any nail in the floor she stands on, like the whore that she is.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: So, who said "I didn't do anything over the weekend" to you?


silver_lighstar: I'm not finished yet


silver_lighstar: At least then I'd respect her for being honest. It's so transparent to me what's going on. They fritter their lives away having sex every day of the week, and then go to church on sunday and think they're clean again. They're only fooling themselves. It's probably the only way they can live with their conscience (or lack thereof).


silver_lighstar: next lie
"I just broke up with my boyfriend, so I'm not going to date for a while"
Lie. I hear this one a lot. They say it to sound like they're not whores going from one guy immediately to the next, but come the first good looking jerk with slick hair and a nice car, and she'll be in bed with him faster than she can contract his STDs.


silver_lighstar: "I don't go out on many dates..."
Lie. This one immediately sets off my bullshit detector. Why the hell do girls say this all the time? What do they want, my sympathy? I recently had the misfortune of talking to a girl that claimed she rarely went on dates.. yet every night of the week she goes dancing and hangs out with dipshits at the club. Hmm... going out, hanging around with guys.. sounds like the equivalent of a date to me, jackass.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: so, you think i am one of these sluts u speak of


silver_lighstar: I didn't say that


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: well, ur saying that all girls are like this.


silver_lighstar: ..........
silver_lighstar: I WILL compare this lie to YOU however


silver_lighstar: "I think you're really cool, let's hang out some time..."
Lie. This one translates to "I have no intention of calling you or hanging out with you, but I'm too much of a coward to tell you the truth, so I'll lead you on for a couple of weeks while you put your life on hold for me in case I actually stop being the indecisive bitch that I am and I give you a straight answer." Like I don't have anything better to do than to sit around and wait for your dumbass to call me. I'm so sick of inconsiderate hags that act like they're doing me a favor by gracing me with their BORING-ASS conversations on the phone. Tell you what super-bitch, just forget it.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: I am NOT pounded on more than the floor I stand on, I haven't been with lost of guys, I haven't been on an actual date in a LOOONG time nor have I been on many at all: I prefer to hang out with multiple friends at a time and not one on one.


silver_lighstar: ...........


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: EXCUSE the FUCK out of me ASSHOLE! I DID call you. I went to your ROOM even. I said hi to you EVERY FUCKING TIME I SAW YOU. So there were a few times when I was busy and couldn't stop to talk, yes there were a couple times that you called and I had to hang up cuz I had a call on the other line. I've even texted you and IMed you and made sure I had your IM name on this new yahoo account when I transferred my info so that I COULD contact you. You kno what? FUCK YOU! I have REALLY tried to be your friend and all you do is push me away! FUCK YOU TO HELL! I hate that you are so fucking negative and that you think your life is SOOOOO shitty. Wake up and smell the coffee DICK WAD!


silver_lighstar: I'm sorry. I just needed to get that off my chest.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: right..............


silver_lighstar: I need to go. I haven't been to bed in 3 days. And I'm on leave for christ's sake.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: so am I


silver_lighstar: where are you now?


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: Why do you care?


silver_lighstar: because I made you feel like trash
silver_lighstar: and you didn't deserve it


silver_lighstar: not one bit


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: right..


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: You just called me: a bitch, a slut, a whore, a tramp, a stealer, a liar, a cheater, and BORING.
Why should I continue to talk to you?


silver_lighstar: I have no idea


silver_lighstar: Sherry, you know why


silver_lighstar: because you know deep down, that I don't mean any of that. I took my misery and lonliness out on you, and I know that it's wrong.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: go away. So soak up your self pity. I'm DONE trying to make you see that you're a good guy. I sick of trying to make you realize that no matter WHAT people say about you, they can't take who you ARE away from you, nor can they break you UNLESS YOU LET THEM.


silver_lighstar: when you get fed up and infuriated to the point that you wanna commit vehicular homicide, you'd say some pretty fucked up things too


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: No! I WOULDN'T say that SHIT to a friend of mine NO MATTER HOW pissed, lonely, depressed and self-pitying I was. NO ONE deserves to be spoken to like that! ESPECIALLY IF THEY HAVE YOUR BACK!


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: We're through dude! You've LOST my friendship.


HeartBrokenLadyOf1982: Goodbye


silver_lighstar: whatever

Sad... Bad... Terrible... REALLY!

"I was in the Gulf for 5 months. It pretty much sucked. It was hot, humid, strict, boring. I bought A lot of things for my family in the gulf though. I had a bad brush with alcohol in Dubai the second time we were there. I got so plastered that I couldn't TASTE the shot of Ever Clear they gave me. I had about 40 drinks that night. I started of w/ vodka and red bull (10 of those), then So-Co and red Bull (10 again), then wild turkey and red bull (also 10 of those), then about half a dozen shots of this and that then a couple beers and the shot of everclear. I was so numb, and I figured out that I was drink to numb the pain of being alone and not communicating very well with my dad and step mom and the fact that I had strayed so far from the Lord. I now only drink Wine and only occasionaly. It's so easy to say the hell with everything and drink till you're dumb drunk. I learned my lesson. I was like an ADHD kid on crack cuz I had drank so much energy drink with my alcohol, nad my emotions were so irratic! Luckily, that night I had 2 friends with me that would NEVER let me do anything stupid while drunk. (besides GETTING drunk) and I was well behaved that night. I DIDN'T have a hang over, but I don't drink energy drinks much anymore. I kinda lost my taste for them. LOL! I learned my lesson. I was like an ADHD kid on crack cuz I had drank so much energy drink with my alcohol, nad my emotions were so irratic!
I am still no where NEAR as close to God as I should be, but I am makin my way back. It doesn't help that I was spoiled by such a loving church family at Westside Community church and now no church will ever compare. LOL!"

Mis Poemas (My Poems)

poems
Current mood: aggravated

Solitude

You said:
In the darkness of my solitude
You'd be there.
For better or for worse!
But... you lied!
Every Kiss was meant for someone else!
You say you still love me...
But you love her too!
I'm hurting so much inside,
What can I do?
I'm not into sharing anything,
Least of all: you!
Everyday... more and more you drift away!
I'm hopeless in my anger,
Lost in our love of once apon a time,
Engulfed in my sadness... and truly abandoned-
Left alone in the darkeness of my solitude...
And you're not there!

Sherry Louise Peck

Copyright ©2005 Sherry Louise Peck



You

You saw me
You with your eyes of green
You touched me
You with your strong hands
You had me
You and your body of sinew
You tricked me
You and your wiley ways
You hurt me
You and your savage kiss
You betrayed me
You and your false smile
You Killed me
You and you wretched arms

Sherry Peck

Copyright ©2005 Sherry Louise Peck



Mended

In the fiery pits of hell,
Where sorted demons deadly dwell.
Where being cold is being hot,
Being without that peace you sought.
Where your soul for satan's keep,
where your souls for passion weep.
Where the pain shall not be ended
How you wish your sins were mended!

Sherry Louise Peck

Copyright ©2005 Sherry Louise Peck



Eternity To Care

This tear apon my cheek
Is one of many I've cried for you
So far and each day getting farther still
That which is tangable
Is made untouchable
That which is known
Is proved untrue
Three words which once flowed easily form your lips
Are now bitter sweet memories
The question is not how or why?
But when..When was loved snatched from our grasp?
What mischief is at hand?
We shant turn our backs again
For what is readily grasped in our hearts...
Is greedily torn from our souls
Two star crossed lovers
Eternity to care...
never to hold!


Sherry Louise Peck

Copyright ©2005 Sherry Louise Peck




Stop!

It's cold outside
There's mist in the air
And all who look at me
Stop and stare.
Why am I ugly
Why am I bad
The way they hate
Makes me more than sad.
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words hurt much more
As my heart hits the floor
Stop I say
Stop insulting me much
Stop, please I say
With your obscenities and such.
What have I done to deserve your hatred?
What have I said that makes you shudder?
Cut It Out I say...
The things you mutter.


Sherry Louise Peck

Copyright ©2005 Sherry Louise Peck




I Trusted You!

Was I naive to let you in?
Could our love be a sin?
Why did you have to leave me alone?
If I couldn't make it on my own...
We had a weekend of endless bliss
And then we parted with a sorrowful kiss
I thought I would see you again
Since that day, two weeks it's been
I wait at night for the phone to ring
At the sound of your voice my heart will sing
I Love you, I Love You... Can't you see
Cast down your fear, and return to me
You complete me You fulfill me Don't you know
But where you are, I cannot know

Sherry Louise Peck

Copyright ©2005 Sherry Louise Peck

Muther "F"ing "F"ers!

So, I am heading back to my barracks room after getting my leave chit signed
(YES! I AM ON LEAVE)and my friend Scotty calls me and I am like WOO HOO!
Cuz he NEVER calls and it turns out its a work related call.
He called to let me know that the housing peeps wanted me to call me roomate and let her know they took her blanket from her bed in our room and are holding it hostage until she turns in her room key because she has an apartment in town and they need the space.
It was MY "F"ing ICP blanket and they took it cuz they thought it was hers.
I was so "F"ing "T"ed off that I went to their office when I got to the base and chewed them out.
I got my blanket back then spent that afternoon, lastnight and pretty much all morning field daying my room and consolidating my stuff so my new roomate, whomever she may be, will have room to put her stuff.
I threw away all the cloths that either don't fit or I don't wear and then gave some stuff away.
I am TOTALLY bumbed out.
My friend Kayla got a notice that she was moving out, so we were gunna ask if SHE could be my new roommate so I wouldn't have to deal with a stranger.
We asked and then MAJICKLY, she doesn't have to move out of her room anymore. Muther "F"ers!
I mean, I am happy she doesn't have to move out of her room, but I was kinda fond of the idea of having her as a roomate!

"Mended' a Poem By Me

"Algo Mas" A Poem By Me