Kathleen A. Banfield
|Main blog:||nurturing needles|
|Birthday:||August 28th 1959|
|Occupation:||Artistic / Creative|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United States, New Jersey, Paramus|
|Height:||5' 5" (165 cm)|
|Hair Color:||Dark Brown|
|Hair Style:||Wavy - Medium|
|Tattoo Info:||I have enough scars, thank you very much.|
|More Details:||my right hand is permantely flexed and scarred due to an injury; I'm not trying to appear dainty|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Divorced|
|Family Info:||married since 1988 to Bob, who is an animal lover too but can't relate to my "fiber obsession." My kids are my best accomplishmentIt was a miracle I ever concieved in the first place..|
|Astrological Sign:||Virgo (Aug 23 - Sept 22)|
|Existing as:||Angel- two wings|
|Liquor:||Social drinker. One or two|
|Your Home:||Live with kids|
|Biography/About:||Almost died of anorexia at 14, amputated right hand at age 19 (it was re-attatched) Currently on permanent SSD due to my health. I love Jesus and believe in God's goodness.|
|Dislikes:||con artists, bullies,licorice|
|Interests:||Machine and hand knitting, crocheting, sewing, marbling, writing, praying|
|People/Heroes:||Jesus Christ, , Ricahrd Paul Evans, Bob Dylan, Kurt Cobain, ,St Monica, , Sr Faustina, , St Frances Assiasi, St Therese, Nancy Zeiman, Sandra Betzina,, Oscar Wilkins|
|Books:||All Richard Paul Evans, Nora Roberts/JD Robb, Jodi Picoult, Richard North Patterson|
Richard Paul Evans
Richard North Patterson
|Music Genres:||Classic Rock, reggae, some folk.NO ELEVATOR MUSIC!|
|Bands/Artists:||Doors, Bob Dylan, Beatles, Tom Petty, Byrds, Elton John, Nirvana|
|Albums/CDs:||any Dylan album
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road|
|Songs:||ll Apologies, Arizona, Burning Bridges, Light My Fire, Positively 4th Street, Like a Rolling Stone.|
|TV Shows:||Twlight Zone, I Love Lucy, Monk|
|Movies:||One Flew Over The Cukoo's Nest The Crying Game, Fried Green Tomatoes|
|Actors:||Katherine Hepburn, Jack Nicholson, Jaye Davidson|
|Pets/Animals:||horses, dogs, birds, cavies, armadillos, moles, praying mantises, hermitcrabs, snakes, tortoises, lizards, toads|
|Cars/Motorcyles:||Corvette Stingray but I don't drive---just look.|
|Food:||watermelon, chocolate, swiss cheese, butter, yes lots of butter|
|Quotes:||A day hemmmed in prayer will never unravel, He strengthens those who are weak and tired Isaih 40:29, All in all is all we are.|
|favorite material possession|| my Bible, my Passap DM 80 knitting machine|
WOE is ME!|
Why can't anyone read my blog? What am I doing wrong? People tell me the link to this blog takes them.....NOWHERE!Am I that funny looking that even Blogdrive refuses to acknowledge me? Or, perhaps my dear 'Family" is in cahootz with the administrator? Well, I don't see any post that reflects my feelings towards my parents (I'm seriously working on those feelings, BTW) I can't even get anyone to respond to my Trouble Tickets! And it's now June. That means I have submitted a trouble ticket EVERY month since January!
WHAT GIVES, FOLKS?
I Wasn't Always Bad
I am now trying to pinpoint the day/time/place/year it all fell apart. Because, I wasn't always a pathetic loser.
I had a horse --once. Actually, I had two horses.
I had a family--once. But they have since clearly made their choices; and I am NOT the daughter they chose to support. (Was I EVER?)
I had a husband--once. But now he can't even stand to be in the same room with me.And when I'm not at home, he turns off his phone.
I had two decent kids--once. But they are grown and now have their own separate lives--lives that do NOT include a sick, deaf mother.
I could run--once. Up to 7 miles in...
Remembering March 1996
After plugging through an incredibly trying week, I can only pray that "Holy Week" will be MY saving grace. It, has, to put it mildly, been one of the worst weeks of my recent life. Even the week (funny, as that happened the last week of March as well--in 1996) I was raped doesn't compare to this one just past.At least, at that time, I felt a smidgen of hope after I contacted the Rape Crisis Center.Finally, I thought--Justice will be served! They will call Dorothy Steimle, the head nurse, and tell her to keep a closer watch on both the sheriff's officers assigned to the Infirmary AND the...
Another Sad Day
Nothing quite like flipping through the daily newspaper and finding out one of the nicest, most humble and kind yet gloriously WEALTHY woman I have ever known has passed away! Dorothy treated everyone with kindness and respect, no matter how much money one had in their bank account.She was truly one of a kind, despite the fact I detest that awful cliche--in her case, it was so true! Now she's gone, probably having a good hearty laugh up there with Annie and Henry.People like that just don't exist in Bergen County.Especially NOT in Franklin Lakes, of all places! I remember how Dorothy would...