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Physcos_Anonomous a.k.a. Hannah's PageAugust 07 Huggable UrnsHuggable Urns help soften death's sting by Jack Kresnak Detroit Free Press
Detroit · Wherever she goes -- to a restaurant, to visit family and friends -- Lori Lemons takes her dead daughter with her. NaKita Faith Lemons was 2 1/2 months old when her father, Milton Lee Lemons, 32, allegedly shook her violently while watching her in the couple’s apartment on Oct. 10. Nakita died the next day, and Lori Lemons knew right away that she didn't want to visit a grave. She wanted her daughter cremated so she could keep her ashes at home. But while surfing the Web for a suitable urn, Lemons came across www.huggableurns.com, a site for a California company that sells urns shaped like teddy bears. "I thought it was perfect," said Lemons, 27. "Now I have something to be able to hold on to. She can join me in parties. I can dress her up for the holidays." Lemons chose a 14-inch-tall, plush white teddy bear from Huggable Urns. With a zipper in the back and a sturdy, plastic lined velvet pouch inside, it is designed to hold the ashes of a loved one or cherished pet. "My son has taken naps with her, and I dress her up for the holidays like she's still part of the family -- she's just in bear form," Lemons said. Huggable Urns is just one of the many new ideas being marketed as ways to preserve, display or even make use of a cremated loved one's ashes. Ashes are being incorporated into jewelry, duck decoys, shotgun shells, fireworks -- and even Michael Jordan-model basketballs.
If you'd like one:
In addition to the 14-inch teddy bear urns for cremated remains, Huggable Urns sells 18-inch-square pillow-shaped urns and a plush 14-inch cat or dog to hold the remains of pets. How much: Prices range from $85 to $99. The company also offers various ways to personalize the urns, including with blankets and caps for the bears or bear-sized T-shirts with the insignia of the five military branches. For more info: www.huggableurns.com or 1-530-245-9921
Now go to the site and I guarantee you will laugh at least once. So maybe this is really offensive to a lot of people, but I thought it was just too hilarious to pass up. -Hannah
July 29 That Man & The BoyHey guys: This is definitely not one of my happier writings, but one of my writings none the less: enjoy:
it started with the boy - so long ago now it seems - he came - he saved - and then - then he was gone - like the breath of that man on his last dying day - as he recalls - all the times he laughed - all the times he cried with joy - all the times he smiled - he gave everything to that child - the boy he wanted to see become a man - grow old holding his hand - but wanting never got that man very far - the boy was all he had - his wife went off and left him after it - there was nothing left with that man - and she wanted more from life than he alone could give - he held onto the hope that the boy would return - this it had all been a dream - but that man hoped a lot - he had thoughts about a lot of things - in that psychopathic mind of his - he dreamt of that thing called joy - that feeling of content - that feeling when he first saw the boy - for the first time in his life - he had something - he was so - ...happy - but happiness was fragile - the man worshipped the boy - giving him everything he possibly could - but months later he thought to himself - as he lay awake listening to the ever-growing silence he refused to believe was real - how long can happiness last - and he was right - the boy had died that fall - and it was winter and that man still had not shed a tear - the people that came and went sadly - he didn't tell them that the boy was all he lived for - that the boy kept that man alive - on that morning so long ago - he found the boy sleeping - but never taking in a breath - he didn't cry - there were no tears dropped - he studied the boy - and sunk to his knees - stroked the head of his breathless baby boy - and his wandering eyes were eventually fixed to the morning - the rising sun - its golden edges wrapping themselves around the world outside his window - that man only knew happiness for a short while - a little more of that man slipped away everyday - he sat numbly through the funeral - through the divorce - through life in general - he knew that the boy was there - hiding from his daddy in the dark corners of his mind - the man read to an empty crib every night - while he stroked the non-existent head of his beloved baby boy - many days - and nights went by - many months passed as he read the same words of the same book to the same person in the same empty crib - the boy was a part of that man - and the longer he kept that boy alive - the longer that man himself could hold onto that ever thinning thread of happiness - until the day the thread was cut - when that man's thoughts snapped briefly into place - and he woke to an empty house - to an empty life - to an emptiness trying to push the ever loudening voices out of that man's head - some say he went mad in the silence - at one point in time - that man thought his dreams were all worth keeping - but that man learned to know better - that nothing really mattered anyway - that man finally realized that he was a pathetic excuse for a living person - he wasted away in that white walled house of his - physically - to nothing - mentally - to even more - so he decided it was time - he was tired of living with a circus of voices in his head - so he decided to make it all right - make his once loved life - worth living once again - he knew it was time - so he went to the only place he thought could help - the bridge overlooking the city - from its heights - he could see the edge of the world - the sun that embraced the boy the day that man died - not a tear was shed since that day - he didn't have reason to - until now - he let the pain free - the pain he had locked inside - and ignored for nearly a year - he knew he had to get rid of the memories - because in that man's state of mind - the longer you held up the memories - the more real those things seemed to that man - so that man - he threw his memories off the bridge - he screamed them at the top of his lungs for all the world to hear - hoping that his baby boy would be listening - wherever he was - and so the boy would know that man never forgot him - he threw away the memories that had kept him alive - he should have known - that man - that this was the perfect time to start living - but in that man's mixed up mind - he thought - he knew - that it was the perfect time to start dying - and that's what that man did - he chased the memories - he chased them all the way down - and that man - with his head always in different directions - never was really sure about anything in that messed up life of his - but chasing those memories – that man never regretted it for a second June 15 How About It?What would happen? If I just said what I thought? I f ALL the things Rushing about in my mind Were set free? In such a simple act Such as words. These words... Their meanings Something that stands throughout time My words Need to be heard Long to be remembered Dream to have an impact On someone… On anyone… What about you? What if you knew? My biggest fear Was simply… Your love. I’m scared that it’s real. I’m terrified of what I don’t know. These words That spring forth from my soul They want you to know The anticipation is killing me Why can’t I just yell it? To the heavens! To the earth! For the entire world to hear! I’ll say it. I’ll mean it. A smile stretches across my tattered Passion - stricken face… These words that I’ve feared For so long Come forth... I love you! …but you’ll never know.
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welcome back once again i’m sitting here once more i’m thinking and rethinking who am i doing this for every move i’ve ever made every task i’ve ever done was for a reason for a cause is it really me that won and all my regrets sit in the back of my mind away from the smiles away from the laughs but in one painful moment my past bounces back like it never went away which it didn’t to be honest but i’m making a comeback this thing you call optimism that thing i call a sin everyone’s forgotten except one single solitude person referred to as me there’s times i lay awake wondering if maybe just maybe… i might be able to change this life that i’ve created sometimes i wish i could watch just watch where they’d be if i suddenly disappeared or if by a chance of fate never was never will be would it be for better or for worse would the outcome be the same maybe i’ll never know what’s the catch what’s the angle what’s the godforsaken aim but this thing you call distance and that thing i call neglect i take it like i should i guess you’ve taught me well i love you i thank you i hope you’re never gone i’m living a total lie and i hope you never catch on December 20 Hey YouHey you.
A certain, special someone Can’t say the name, Maybe I don’t remember Maybe I just don’t want you to know I know you don't really know about me... About how much you Mean to Me. And how one stupid thing I do Can make the whole world hate me Except one person - Hey you. You always know the right thing to say The right thing to make me laugh Smile Feel good about myself Thank you But what if there were two of you? How awesome would that be? Now that I think of it… I’m glad it’s just you and me. Hey you. Come just a little closer. It feels like you're too far away... to far to hear these things I have to say. All these secrets I've kept from everyone Everyone except until now Hey you. My past... It's not as pretty as the picture-perfect stories I tell On the outside...I'm smiling on the outside But on the inside...I'm screaming. The lies The hurt. Inside my laugh, there's hate and no hope I wish I could change it, but there's nothing I can do. There’s one person I can think of to make it better Hey you. I know you've been through a lot to. You've had your share of tears and fears Had your fill of hate. There’s been some times You’ve felt like dying Felt that that was the best choice People can be like that So mean And so very very cruel But Sometimes...you gotta just let it go. Let me know. Hey you...I'm here. September 17 REVISED "Inspire Me!"OMG THANKYOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ALL THE COMMENTS, ACTUALLY THERE OR LIKE FOUR IDEAS THAT I AM SERIOUSLY THINKING ABOUT. I REALLY LIKED THE OLYMPUS IDEA, AND I LIKED THE PIG IDEA TO. LOL ACTUALLY I WOULD TOTALLY GO FOR THE FACE PORTRAIT THING, BUT I MIGHT HAVE TO CALL IT ABSTRACT ABOUT HALFWAY INTO IT. LOL I MIGHT NOT GET AROUND TO THEM, BUT THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE IDEAS!!! WELL NOW FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO CARE/KEEP READING OUT OF SHEER BOREDOME, MY NEW PAINTING IS FOR COLIN. IT'S AN ABSTRACT I'M PRETTY SURE. REALLY GEOMETRIC, REALLY COOL HOPEFULLY. OK DESCRIPTION :: ITS A STARTING POINT OF A .... [SOME COLORED BOX] SQUARE, AND IT GOES OUT IN CHOPPY RECTANGLES WHICH GET BIGGER AND SPREAD OUT AS THE PATH GOES ON...WARM + LIME GREEN COLOR SCHEME, UM...YEAH...GO ME! LOL. WELL YEAH -- COMMENT.........IF YOU WANT PLEASE.
Ok guys, I am officially going insane. None of you will probobly care about this, but yeah...IT HAS BEEN OVER THREE MONTHS SINCE I HAVE PAINTED ANYTHING!!! I am flippin' going crazy. You guys have no clue how much this bugs me. Even if I was going to paint, I have no clue what I want to paint. PLEASE HELP ME OUT GUYS...INSPIRE ME. August 29 A Nice Easy Problem For You :Some of you like math. I don't, but I devised this beautiful math problem to show you all who I am. My downsides mainly. Here we go.
I am Jealous:
a = me
b = one of my friends (boy)
c = another one of my friends (girl)
a thought b was her friend. a thought no one from IC knew about b. a felt special that b was her's and b was special to her.
b stops talking to a as much as he did after he meets a.
c tells a at a party that b and c are "best friends" and they always talk etc.
a is EXTREMELY jealous of c
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I am Crushed:
a = me
b = another friend (boy)
b promises a to go to the movies with her. b gets there and doesn't even talk to a. a tells b to get the ticket for the same movie she is going to. b says he wants to go with "his friends." a leaves for her movie.
after a's movie, b shows up and tells a he needs a ride. a tells b to fuck off. a feels bad about ten minutes later and asks b if he got a ride. b reply's "yeah...NO THANKS TO YOU!"
a is crushed because of b
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I am a bitch...a ROYAL bitch :
a = me
b = one of my best friend's boyfriends
i will admit...a wants a boyfriend. a flirted with b at a party...a lot. a feels horrible that she did something like that. b probobly didn't even notice. a feels like she betrayed her friend.
a is a bitch.
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I am Retarted :
a = me once again
b = a guy
a sits with a bunch of guys at lunch. a may just like one of those guys. b is such a sweetie. and he's pretty cute too. a thinks she likes b. a hardly even knows b.
a is retarted for liking b.
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jealousy + pain + bitchyness + stupidity = me.
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Math class is over. If you can figure out the problems. Who a, b, and c are for every problem. Why don't you comment. Sure sounds good. I'll write you back if your right. I won't answer if your wrong. lol. Cya. Later. Much. Bye.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo,
Hannah Grace
August 26 Hey Hey Hey Hey Smoke Weed Every DayYeah tonight kinda sucked. Yet again, another one of my friend's head has grown a little too big. Not that a little boasting is bad from time to time, but lying and totally ignoring your old friends isn't really what I call cool. Now that he's the stud at Union High, he thinks he's all that. He only wants to be my friend when he wants something. But the cool thing is. I now realize that he is useless. I mean, sure, I thought I liked him. Yeah, he seemed to be the greatest person on earth, but Fuck Him. Good for nothing liar. Sure we'll still talk...I'm not so mean that I'll totally ignore someone. (ok, maybe two or three but they don't count). But this kid. I love him to death, but I hope he's happy with his new friends. Because all my new friends up at UHS kick major ass. Amen.
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