Jernee’s toys. The only thing that is not going to AARFis the stuffed monkey. It will be buried with Jernee Timid. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
gathered the grand clan for donation, only a few didn’t make the cut–wear and tear met them where they stood.
other pets will have a chance to tackle a toy now that Jernee will no longer need them.
blankets, beds, a few items of clothing, and her crate are in the mix, too.
our home is the only lived-in space that will forever hold her scent, and I can’t give that away.
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I bit into the cookie butter goodness and relished Biscoff, transported to my first flight amongst the “friendly skies.”
My body nearly convulsed from the sugary deliciousness, but I remained calm.
How can something so small pack such an intense taste and lure me into wanting more?
It’s Saturday, Self-Care Day, and I cared for myself by stealing a sweet treat while my senior dog snored in the background; heavenly bliss.
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A loner, but just down the block would be an entire family. However, they all ran off as soon as I got close enough for the perfect shot of them. I am sure this one was standing at attention, keeping its eyes on me as I got closer to them. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Deer Season
Dear Deer Season, we normally don’t meet on these terms, but I’ve seen many does and not that many bucks, and I am wondering, will there be any mating this year?
I know you’d much rather keep it all a secret and surprise me on my walks with new additions, struggling to keep up with the bevy, but I need to know which corners to avoid because Daddy Deer isn’t as friendly.
I haven’t planned on using running mode with these knees, but if I need to kick up my gears, I’ll gladly do so if a male is spotted and is in search of heat that I can’t produce.
“Death by Deer” isn’t a phrase I envisioned on my tombstone.
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Jernee Timid: This was taken on a “good” day, August 15, 2025. Her right eye is in and out of healing. Something’s causing it to fill with blood, and then it’ll dissolve and won’t appear again for days. $920.72 spent on August 03, 2025, has NOT resolved the issue.
Jernee’s living her best life during her last days–Princess Puppy striking a pose–braving a lucid moment… she’s my heart’s beats outside of me.
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All hail Ms. Sassy.Twins.Finished dishes.I just liked the way this looked. I’ll call it, “Mr. Teeth.”Swan love.
attempted to hawk my wares at one of the antique spots not too far from me.
a father & son duo–two local fellas pimpin’ old money into new money. I ain’t mad at them.
I walked around the hole-in-the-wall, snapped photos of my favorites, and chit-chatted
with the son who doted on one particular piece, but was saddened to let me go without an offer.
the first person I thought about who’d love to wear holes in this place’s carpeted floors was Mama.
I can’t wait to introduce her to our very own Antiques Roadshow and watch her lose her mind, fretting about ancient artifacts and dope pieces neither of us can afford.
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Too Much and Never Enough. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Recently, I finished Mary L. Trump’s book,Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man, which I believe everyone in the United States should read. I sat with this book for a few weeks, savoring it. I did not want to rush through it, so I did not. I took everything in, digested all of it as best as I could, and I am happy that I spent as much time with it as I did.
I reviewed it both on Amazonand Goodreads, and the review is as follows:
“Every Family Has a Bit of Dysfunction
But the Trump Family, as it’s told by Mary L. Trump, Donald J. Trump’s niece, is on a whole other level of shadiness, greed, carelessness, and self-fulfilling tactics.
Mary, a Clinical Psychologist, posits that her uncle’s behavior didn’t simply evolve on its own, he had help. The culprit? Her grandfather, Fred Trump.
Donald was a puppet, a means to an end for her grandfather; someone he wanted to abide by his rules and show that he could carry on the family business in the most vindictive ways possible.
If Donald couldn’t satisfy his father’s requirements, his father’s love would be harder to obtain. Imagine knowing your entire life is a circus; that your performance is monitored and calculated, and if you don’t perform well, you mean nothing. You are nothing.
Reading this book gave me a better understanding of the current sitting president’s mental health, and a deeper look into his overall background as a member of the Trump Family.
I remembered his brother Freddy (Mary’s father) and tales of his demise before reading the book, and was recounting the story to my mother a couple months ago.
To thumb through every page pertaining to his involvement in his father’s business and how it brought about his dive into alcoholism and a slow rotting depression, made my heart ache.
If you’re an empath, you’ll read this book and walk away more knowledgeable about people-pleasing and the need to feed our parents’ curiosity into who they want their children to become. You’ll be left with the pain of this world because of the carelessness of a few.
Donald will never seek help from what his past has done to his present self. “Donald today is much as he is at three years old: incapable of growing, learning, or evolving, unable to regulate his emotions, moderate his response, or take in and synthesize information.”
And with this, we have a human being in the highest seat of the land (once again), performing theatrics and skirting around important issues because he is still living to please a person who is no longer alive; his father.
We are all at the mercy of a person who does not care about the American people and never will. The end goal for him is complete and utter power and the ultimate hierarchy status. Dictatorship. Kingship.
“If he can in any way, profit from your death, he’ll facilitate it, and then he’ll ignore the fact that you died.”
For a deeper understanding of the person America wanted as president yet again, I recommend this book. Learn about the mistake we made. Engross yourself in the damage you may have caused if he was your choice during this past presidential election.
Take a look at the baby trapped in an elderly man’s body whose sole purpose is to obliterate anything that stands in his way of getting everything he wants.
Did you make the right choice? I am certain Mary L. Trump, the author of this book and niece of Donald J. Trump, would say, “No, you did not.”‘
I do not say any of the above with a silver spoon tied to my mouth. I am a hard-working, low-level middle-class, Black, bisexual woman who lives in the South. Basically, I am everything Trump hates. My bones are completely and utterly tired of the drama seeping into my marrow from the daily antics of a man who “doesn’t know any better.” Donald is still operating as a child would; a teenager who will tantrum it out if he or she doesn’t get their way. This is what we’ve been gifted with Trump 2.0.
If you can sleep well at night knowing everything that has occurred since January 20, 2025, has your name stamped all over it, then you and I would not be kissing cousins or good buddies offline. It is telling of the type of person you are with regards to what you want for the American people, what you want for our allies, and any other human being living and breathing on this planet. That shit is contagious, and I don’t want it around me.
As for the book, I plan to read it again and maybe again after that. To know a niece could tell the world all about her uncle while he’s still alive, lets me know his past is his present, and he has no way of differentiating between the two, and we are all going to suffer because of it. We probably should have heeded her warning.
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