I found this recipe online it's part cayenne pepper and part castor oil. Mix it all together in a jar Shake It Up Every now and then, and rub it on your sore spots. Supposedly it works better than THC or any other medical science stuff. I want to believe it because castor oil is what they used to use as punishment when a child was bad or as a.. bathroom remedy. As in I haven't pooped in a week so PA gives you castor oil. All I've noticed so far is when I walk around the yard I got a bunch of dogs following me. A little unnerving, hahaha!
I noticed Shawn was online so I sent him a picture of it. He's in Arizona with Lizzie and then I guess they're coming here to Washington. My mom thinks it's all about money but I think Shawn has the same disorder I do, we just can't be alone. Doesn't matter if we actually love the ones we're with-- we just can't be alone.
It's a little bizarre too text Sean because at one point he told my mom he thought I never loved him. As I've blurted out in this blog before, I almost killed him in the car accident so maybe I'm afraid to get close to him but I swear I've never stopped loving him! He's the baby brother that found Michael and 911 is telling him how to do CPR on a dead body. He is the baby brother that saw the kitchen on fire when he was only four or five years old. If he hadn't gone out to the kitchen when he did, we would have been trapped in the bedroom. Yeah, we could have jumped out the window of the trailer but you don't think about things like that when it's actually happening. He's the baby brother that helped me tell Michael that the neighbor dog all but decimated his dog, patches. Michael loved that dog and they came to play with the kids I was babysitting and that neighbor dog made patches out of patches. I was crying at 15 years old but at 9 years old s h a w n was the strong one. How can he think I don't love him? That's one for the ages I suppose.
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