Monday, December 31, 2007

A Christmas Story Just A bit late

I had planned on putting this entry in at Christmas but I just couldn't think straight....so here it is a little bit delayed....

 

 

Once upon time, more than two thousand years ago, there lived a little girl named Sarah and she lived in a town called Bethlehem.  Her father owned a very popular Inn and had many patrons. Sarah had two brothers, Joshua and Matthew, they were a few years older than she.
 
Her mother and father were kindly people, trying their best to raise their family within their means.  Sarah, even at her young age, worked a full day helping in the inn. She would sweep the floors, empty and wash out jugs for her mother.  Her mother was a wonderful cook and was teaching her daughter her skills.  The boys, after their Hebrew lessons, helped with the horses cleaning the stables, currying the horses and feeding them.  All in all, it was a busy life.
 
Sarah liked meeting all the different types of people who visited Bethlehem, she seemed to learn a little bit from each person she spoke to. She was a rare child who felt empathy with people less fortunate than herself and because of her kindly heart she was well loved by the townsfolk.
 
Her mother and father called a meeting for all their workers to announce that the Roman's had ordered a census of the population. That all people had to return to the city of their birth to register before the end of December. Their parents explained that the town's population would grow very large over the next few weeks. That being said, they were also told that there would be a lot more work to do because they knew their inn would be overflowing with guests.
 
Soon, people from all walks of life were pouring into Bethlehem filling all vacant rooms. Their Inn was so busy that they barely had time to sleep, due to waiting on so many people.
 
Sarah had a strange dream during this time, she was in a field staring up at the sky and she saw this most beautiful star. It seemed to shine as though a million candles were shimmering from it. As she watched this star it's light formed a beacon shinning down on her little town of Bethlehem. She wondered why the light was happening over the city.  When she awoke she felt very happy, she didn't know why but she felt something great was going to happen.
 
One cold and chilly night towards the end of December, Sarah was outside the Inn helping her brothers fill the stalls of the stable with clean hay. She saw a man walking towards the Inn leading a donkey who was carrying a woman who was very heavy with child.  Sarah knew they would stop and ask for a room..but there were no rooms at the Inn. A little voice inside her head told Sarah that she must help these two people, that it was very important.  Sarah ran to find her father.
 
She found him in the kitchen helping her mother lift a very heavy kettle. 
"Oh, Father..there is a man outside whom needs a room can we please help him?" she asked.
 
"Now, Sarah, you know we haven't any more rooms to let. He is going to have to go someplace else, I can't make a room appear." her father gently said.
 
"But, you don't understand Father, this is important. We have to help them, we just have to."she stated.
 
Sarah's father was used to her kind hearted requests but this time it seemed different. He decided he had best go see what had his daughter so excited.
 
He found the man in conversation with one of his sons, who was explaining that there was no room at the inn.
Sarah's father studied the man and his wife and as he did a feeling of calm overcame him and he heard an inner voice telling him to make these two welcome somehow.  But how? His own family was sleeping in shifts in the kitchen because they gave up their rooms to other guests.
 
Sarah had followed him outside and came up to her Father and very gently said...
 
"Father, the stables are warm, clean and at least they would have a roof over their heads."
 
So the young couple were led into the stable and made as comfortable as possible. Sarah's father sent Joshua into the inn to get extra bedding for the couple, so that they would be warm.   Strangely Sarah noticed that all the animals were very quiet almost peaceful.
 
So it came to pass that in that small lowly place a great miracle of birth took place, and Jesus was born.
A great many important people, Kings and all came to pay their respect to the new born babe.
 
Sarah was amazed at the way the babe and his family gave off a special glow and thought back on her dream of the bright star...as she looked up she realized that the star was shinning directly over the stables and she realized just how special this night was oh so long ago.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Only the good die young?

This is the saddest entry that I have made in my journal.

We mourn not for the people who are lost to us, we mourn because "we" have lost them. I think most of you know Kim of Demandnlilchit and Lahoma of Lahoma's Laments...it seems impossible to think that they are gone, within hours of each other. 

Both these girls reached out to me with their own brand of friendship...no strings attached...just straight outright friendship and love. They were actually my first friends here, along with Jeanno43..she's across the pond.

I grew to care about and respect both these women for their strengths, their determination, their devotion and love to family. The two of them were probably the most polar opposites you could imagine in their upbringing. Yet, they both possessed a great inner strength that helped them battle on against great odds.

Lahoma, born to the mountains of Virginia...she could trace her roots to the Hatfield/Mccoy feud! Part of her family heavily into the hard work of coal mining, she did not have an easy childhood. She knew that I did research in ancestries, so she provided me with a bunch of facts to sort out. Which I did for her.

A couple of years ago I started on Ebay selling, oneof the things that I was selling was a Barbie doll that I had tattooed! Lahoma thought that was so hysterically funny that I tattooed the doll and SOLD it!

I, on the other hand, laughed myself silly over the antics of Lahoma's pet pig! She knew that I loved monkeys, so she rounded up a bunch of graphics and sent them to me...knowing how much fun I would have with them. She just did things like that.

About two years ago, my older son (unmarried) saw a picture of Lahoma on MySpace as my friend...wanted to know "who" the hot chick was...I couldn't resist - I told Lahoma, it made her day and she actually did become Ken's MySpace friend too. He, too, was saddened to learn of her passing.

 She was without a Mom or Dad for so long, she was just my own daughters age, I felt so much empathy for her hurting.  Yet, throughout the years she always stopped to smell the roses, dance the dance and lived life as best she could...loving her Robert and Cameron.

 Anytime someone needed help that she could give, where to find something, how to insert photos etc. she gladly did so.  I feel so bad for her family...Cameron is still so young only 17,  I pray the road ahead for him is steady. Lahoma worried so for him. Determined to fight to the end, I know that she knew how many people loved her. She so often made me smile and laugh I shall miss her beyond belief.

Kim, oh my God, she could make you laugh. She poured her heart and soul out in her journal. When she wrote she took you into her inner core and you felt everything that she felt.  She would send me quick emails highlighting what she liked in my journal and commenting. When I was writing my stories about Japan, it drove her nuts that I wasn't doing the stories faster...and she let me know it! She was such a feisty spirited lady...God forbid you should "bother" her kids.  The claws would come out like a big Momma Bear protecting her cubs. I loved her for that too.  Our own beautiful Irish Warrior Princess you are missed.

I know it will be alright, sometime soon...but right now my heart aches.....

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Warning

This was forwarded to me in an email from Jeanno43. Please feel free to copy and send on to other journalers so that they are safe from this type of scam...


In the Journals Chatroom, you may come across user lilyg97, who is plugging journal Lilyland. http://journals.aol.com/lilyg97/lilyland. That is the journal I alluded to in my entry on Credit Card Info (http://journals.aol.co.uk/pharmolo/NorthernTrip/entries/2007/12/22/credit-card-info/5586),

Do not comment on the blog Lilyland, or enter any information on the entry form in its bottom entry, specifically not credit card information. Again, NEVER give out credit card information in Journals, and you don't need that whole rigmarole to join a shared journal.

The Journals team will deal with this rogue element on Monday.

I copy the email correspondence below.
Guido


-----Original Message-----
From: malikas4478@aol.com
To: pharmolo@aol.com
CC: vishy2004@aol.com; journalseditor@aol.com
Sent: Sat, 22 Dec 2007 1:50
Subject: Re: Journals complaint

No one should be asking for credit card information and specifically not to join a shared journal.
Please advise everyone in JLand.. that they should not give out credit card information.
You do not need credit card information to join a shared Journal.
Shared Journal is created on a trust basis, meaning you create a journal and ask your friends to be authors.

I will have Joseph look into this when he returns on Monday.

Thanks Guido for pointing this out.

Note, I will be out of the office next week on vacation, so please contact Vish or Joseph for any urgent issues.

Happy Holidays,

Malika



-----Original Message-----
From: pharmolo/M@aol.com
To: malikas4478@aol.com
Sent: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 3:20 pm
Subject: Journals complaint

Can you advise me whether journal http://journals.aol.com/lilyg97/lilyland/ is allowed to ask for credit card details in order for people to join this shared journal? Doesn't sound too kosher to me

GUido
 
Sometimes people just amaze me, one clever idea after the other to separate fools from their money....be careful out there folks..love,. Sandi

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Thursday, December 20, 2007

Liberty

 

I received this in an email and I really have to completely agree with it...feel free to pass it on like the man says...

 

       From: "David LaBonte"
 
   My wife, Rosemary, wrote a wonderful letter to the editor of the OC
   Register which, of course, was not printed. So, I decided to "print" it
   myself by sending it out on the Internet. Pass it along if you feel so
   inclined.
 
   Dave LaBonte (signed)
 
   Written in response to a series of letters to the editor in the
 Orange
   County Register:
 
   Dear Editor:
 
   So many letter writers have based their arguments on how this land
 is
   made up of immigrants. Ernie Lujan for one, suggests we should tear down
 the
   Statue of Liberty because the people now in question aren't being
 treated
   the same as those who passed through Ellis Island and other ports of
 entry.
 
   Maybe we should turn to our history books and point out to people
 like
   Mr. Lujan why today's American is not willing to accept this new kind of
   immigrant any longer. Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas
 of
   Europe to come to the United States , people had to get off a ship and
 stand
   in a long line in New York and be documented . Some would even get down
 on
   their hands and knees and kiss the ground. They made a pledge to uphold
 the
   laws and support their new country in good and bad times. They made
 learning
   English a primary rule in their new American households and some even
   changed their names to blend in with their new home.
 
   They had waved good bye to their birth place to give their children
 a
   new life and did everything in their power to help their children
 assimilate
   into one culture.
 
   Nothing was handed to them. No free lunches, no welfare, no labor
 laws
   to protect them. All they had were the skills and craftsmanship they had
   brought with them to trade for a future of prosperity. Most of their
   children came of age when World War II broke out. My father fought along
   side men whose parents had come straight over from Germany , Italy ,
 France and
   Japan . None of these 1st generation Americans ever gave any thought
 about
   what country their parents had come from. They were Americans fighting
   Hitler, Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan. They were defending the
 United
   States of America as one people. When we liberated France , no one in
 those
   villages were looking for the French-American or the German American or
 the
   Irish American. The people of France saw only Americans. And we carried
 one
   flag th at represented one country. Not one of those immigrant sons
 would
   have thought about picking up another country's flag and waving it to r
   epresent who they were. It would have been a disgrace to their parents
 who
   had sacrificed so much to be here. These immigrants truly knew what it
 meant
   to be an American. They stirred the melting pot into one red, white and
 blue
   bowl.
 
   And here we are in 2007 with a new kind of immigrant who wants the
 same
   rights and privileges. Only they want to achieve it by playing with a
   different set of rules, one that includes the entitlement card and a
   guarantee of being faithful to their mother country. I'm sorry, that's
 not
   what being an American is all about. I believe that the immigrants who
   landed on Ellis Island in the early 1900's deserve better than that for
 all
   the toil, hard work and sacrifice in raising future generations to
 create a
   land that has become a beacon for those legally searching for a better
 life
   I think they would be appalled that they are being used as an example by
   those waving foreign country flags.
 
   And for that suggestion about taking down the Statue of Liberty, it
   happens to mean a lot to the citizens who are voting on the immigration
   bill. I wouldn't start talking about dismantling the United States just
 yet.
 
 
   (signed) Rosemary LaBonte
 
 
   KEEP THIS LETTER MOVING. FOR THE WRONG THINGS TO PREVAIL THE
 RIGHTFUL
   MAJORITY NEEDS TO REMAIN COMPLACENT AND QUIET!! LET THIS NEVER HAPPEN!!
 
 
   I hope this letter gets read by millions of people all across the
   nation!!
  
 

Friday, December 14, 2007

Take Me Out To The Ballgame

 

  Boy! How many more icons can we tear down? Maybe I am totally nuts, but this steroid crap has got me crazy.  These men work out, exercise, take care of themselves...put it all out on the line for the sake of "the game" and then get ripped to shreds without any "proof" that they did it.  Oh, wait, a trainer decided to "name names"...big whoop.  What makes his word so damn infallible?

Exactly what does the steroid use do? I know it pumps you up...in my case the type that I take makes me gain weight, or plumps me up....but it dam well does not make me feel like a million dollars.   Does it make it easier when one of these guys rips a tendon in his arm from throwing 94 mph plus?

Maybe I am in the minority but I consider the publication of all these names outright slander.  The creep Mitchell, and he does look like a vulture, said smilingly...Proof? proof...oh, I have the word of the trainer - who injected etc. etc...that's proof enough.   Oh, really....I think not.  When one reporter asked how did some of the guys come through all the testing showing they had not used the drug....he gave some vague reference to the dates in question as to when the person was tested.  Doesn't that stuff stay in your system a long time?

I am sick and tired of seeing the media, the government or the powers that be..go after people who have, through their own efforts and hard times too, achieved a level of success...earning fame...through which we can turn their feet to clay...

I may get some people mad, but eventhat guy Vick, it's awful what he did but do you realize that he was given more time in jail than some rapists get? These judges are not longer judges - they are scared of the media, wanting only good feedback on well profiled cases so they over react in their sentencing. Maybe they all want to be Judge Judy.  Don't ask my opinion on the judicial system in this country.

Oh, and Mitchell said he's done all this to make sure that the youth of our country knows how wrong it is to cheat.  Well, sir, your point will not help put more kids into a game that has been a national pastime for years...in fact, you are killing it.

 

Monday, December 10, 2007

A Poem For A Dear Friend

This is a poem for my friend Lahoma, she is in very serious condition in the hospital.  For those of you that know her and those of you who don't her Journal is Lahoma Laments....please leave some words of comfort and say a prayer....thanks....Sandi
 
 
Friends come into your life
for a reason.
Some you only get to know for a
short season.
Others are longtime comrades
immersed in your childhood
memories.
Journal friends are special
knowing them from their
personal stories.
One such friend I found in
Lahoma, she who possesses
such an indomitable spirit.
She overcame so much in
her life constantly having
to show her grit.
Her faith was never crushed,
she has held it tightly within.
Our prayers are constantly
sent, dear Lord please wrap
your arms around my friend.
Now she is fighting the fight
of her life.
And I pray to God, please give
her strength and let her win.
 
Sandi

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Winter Is Finally Here Maybe

  Wow, the temps here are jumping back and forth like a darn jack rabbit! One morning it's 50 degrees and right now it's like 81 degrees. Wreaks havoc with your whole body health, at least I think so.

Although, I really should not complain at all considering what the Northwest has been going through.  My sister and her family live out in Washington State, right smack where all that terrible weather just occurred.  My sister's house is on high ground so she came through okay, but my nephew's house has a small river that flows just behind it...maybe 800 feet down a small ravine. They live in Olympia right smack in the middle of where this storm did it's worst.  Thank God for some reason their house was spared, but for three days they did not know that because they had to evacuate do to the danger.  He and his wife have five kids all under ten...so no way was he taking a chance. They have neighbors who lost everything, the closest town was hit hard. It just reminds us to give thanks for what we do have, because there are so many things that can happen.

I put that silly looking green tree picture up for a reason...that's a baby Amorphous. When it is full grown it's about six feet tall and attractive in an unusual, exotic plant kind of way. Well, slight hint of winter...they all keel over. Don't worry, they don't die for good...just the top part that we see.  The corm keeps growing, getting bigger and bigger each year. We walked out the other morning to see bodies lying everywhere..lol. But, at least I knew then for sure...winter was on it's way!

I have all the old pictures up because I am on a sentimental trip right now. Yesterday, through Classmates a very old friend of mine surfaced,the last time I had seen Denny was in 1973 shortly before he was to transfer to California with American Airlines.

Then he surfaced again in the early 90's, with a rather odd occurrence, which makes you realize just how small our world is. I was working as a wedding/party planner and one of the girls that we house catered to was also a New York transplant and had attended John Adams High School, but years after I had. She was more my younger sister's age. Well, New Yorkers love to talk and talk we did. She had her party and was very happy, in fact she reordered again the following year. About a year after her last party, I get a phone call asking for me by my maiden name. Turns out to be Denny - he had been in a chat room researching ancestors and my customer and he connected. He told her he had gone to Adams, so naturally she brought up my name and my sisters. Bingo! Small world isn't it?

Well, he's in LA and of course they are ahead of us in all ways...he gave me his computer email, and address. Which, organized as I am, I promptly lost.  Of course, back then, who knew that I would ever learn the computer or become addicted to it? Lol.

So forward to this decade. I joined Classmates...he just did...and he re found me. It is a nice feeling to connect with old friends and relive old memories.

The building picture is an aerial view of Adams, it still is a high school. In the early sixties it was voted the best high school in New York, shortly after that they broke up the "900" schools they were the schools for teen delinquents. My poor school. I can remember having police on each floor for quite a while, for supervision. I also remember getting threatened daily to "give up my homework", "lose the volleyball, don't score or else". At one point, this group of delinquent girls went after my friend Linda. She was the captain of our Volleyball Team and the other girls were mad that they lost..their threats did not work on any of us. So they jumped her in the lockeroom...so, of course, I jumped on them! I am not for violence, but back then I was very defensive of my friends. We managed to get them to back off. But for a while there we had to watch our backs.

Even with these memories, I still think fondly of my school and my fellow classmates.  The other picture is one of the way we had to line up for them to open the doors, even in the dead of winter. We all look so funny with our babushka's.

Then there is the lunchroom shot of my boyfriend Jimmy, myself and my friend Louise. This one made it into the class book. Why I will never know. Just a glimpse of what 17 looks like again.

I've promised Denny I will try to find pictures from back then...

It was so nice to connect with him.... 

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Some Extra Pictures

A Hint of Summer's End

Well, our lovely male Peacock seems to have disappeared.  In his place, we now have an assortment of female hens, and very young males.  Perhaps he did his duty and decided to skip out while the getting was good?  Or did he wound up Sunday dinner in a "crackers" house?  My old employer used to tell me that the old timers down here in Florida used to eat these birds and fix them just like turkey's.

Our property is very wild, overgrown and we like it that way.  It is a touch of the old Florida...wildlife likes it too.  We have so many visitors from herons to opossums.  Each is lovely to watch and learn from.  I overheard my neighbor the other day saying that he had seen this awfully large creature near the back of this property...he also said that if he had gun he would of shot it! Why? Just because it was there? It was violent or attacking him or his family...I do not understand people.  It had to be the opossum that he was talking about too.

Our original neighborhood peacock was around for years, replaced by Junior who you see pictured above.  He's been around for about two years, now he's gone only to be replaced by others.  Junior was the friendliest one though, he actually followed me into my house looking for more cabbage leaves.  He would come up to the door and I swear to God...Knock with his beak.  As if to say, "Hey...you in there...get busy...I'm here in all my glory feed me".  No one would believe me about the knocking, until he did it one day with hubby sitting right there.  I got a "holy crap you were right"...yes, dear remember I am always right! LOL.  

Anyway, I miss Junior.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Backstage Rider

  Aol had a story on artists and what they require backstage from the event planners or venue agent.  I have some close up knowledge of just how childish these "entertainers" can be.

I worked for quite a few years as a party planner/wedding planner for a well known caterer in our area.  We used to pick up a lot of work at some of the larger entertainment halls in  our area.

Waning Rock & Roll groups, long past retirement age solo artists, and over night one stop wonders...all wanting to be catered to.

Now it might sound fascinating to the uneducated mind the fact that you would literally rub elbows with "famous" people...but the truth is is a long, hot, demanding job that starts around 5 am in the morning, because someone has to "cook" their breakfast.  That shouldn't be  too hard right? Wrong, these people travel by huge buses, trucks filled with backstage crew, musicians and hanger on support types.  So you are looking at a breakfast of 20 to 35 people and more often than not they want the whole bonanza...individually cooked to order eggs, bacon, toast, butter, coffee, milk, 17 different juices, doughnuts, coffeecake, rolls, etc. Then you get to do that all over again for lunch and don't forget dinner. You get to drag yourself home after putting in a good twelve hours or so. Who can even hear the music after that??

God forbid, something that was on the rider is left off or not enough of it is provided. You would believe you took Christmas away.

Once, for an Australian singer...her stagehands had a total melt down because we ran out of whole milk, now mind you we had three frigging gallons of milk...they devoured it in the morning not the coffee...who knew? We had 2% but that was dismissed as "piss water". Of course, we sent someone out for more milk...but the damage was done. The poor dear didn't get what he wanted, when he wanted it and no amount of apologies could appease him. Believe me I tried.

Another time for Englebert Humperdink we were to prepare a really good T-bone and he wanted it just perfect, medium rare. Now we are not cooking in a kitchen, we have an electric grill with a fry pan on top...we are "making do" in the dressing room.  The rest of his crew and there were maybe forty people were set up dinning room style with banquet tables and had choice of a chicken dish or a beef dish, assorted veggies, salad, rolls, butter...the food was good - that we cooked offsite and brought in. We had a great chef his name was Paul.

Well the girl that was cooking it didn't cook it well enough...it actually was still cold in the center and very raw. So it was returned with an admonishment to "please try to get it right this time".  The next time she did, but they were not as friendly as they were before dinner.

When you get these "riders" they spell out exactly what the artist likes, wants and desires. You best had better get it all too, and extra just in case.

Those of you who know me, know that I am not a ga-ga type of person.  I learned a long time ago that we all put our pants one one leg at a time and no one for the last 2,000 has walked on water either. So I treated the people with a bit of respect for their profession but was not intimidated by them or their "star" status.  Reading that story today made me think of all these times....just have to laugh.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Mother Nature

 

Destruction in any form is not pretty.  Fire pretty much sucks, it destroys everything.  I feel really bad for the folks out in California, I have a lot of cousins who live in the Los Angeles and surrounding areas. I pray that they and their families are alright and safe from harm.

The numbers involved are staggering, I heard tonight that more than 350,000 people are displaced. They also said that over 18,000 homes had been totally destroyed.  It's just staggering.

It is amazing that more people were not killed or injured, thank God for that. I think it's also due to the warnings that they put out and people there don't mess around they get out.  Oh, there's a few diehards who stay behind with the garden hose (my Joe would be one of them). But the majority grab what they can and leave.

In one way we are lucky here in Florida because we normally get days and days of warnings about an approaching hurricane....fire is different, it has a life of its own and moves fast.

Just hoping it will be over soon for those folks out there and they can get some relief.....

 

 

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Procrastination

 Now this is an old picture...circa 1959.  We used to have an old fashioned "ice cream" parlor on the Avenue where I lived in Queens New York.  For some reason they, the owners of Winters, decided to put a table in the window and various people would have the honor of eating their "just desserts" in full view of passerby's and whatever roving photographer was around.  Hokey huh?

Hey, at that point we probably thought this was "cutting edge" lunacy! Fast forward to the future...how tame were we?

Most of my childhood places have been torn down, built over or literally "blown up" (not kidding they blew up my Roller coaster park at Oceanview, Va. for a dam movie). 

There was a very special place called Hugo's on Liberty Avenue at the end of the A line.   Hugo did everything by the book, fresh everything...best hamburgers, his BLT's were to die for...along with a side order of olives & pickles (those for complimentary too!)  He even made his own fresh whipped cream for topping off those scrumptious ice creams soda's and hot fudge sundae's.  Many an afternoon I spent in a back booth, enjoying the jukebox, my friends and my youth.  Not for nothing, it was a non generational place too...my Mom and her friends had their special times there too. It had become a ritual for my Mom, her friends MaddiePhyllis and Big Jo to meet up right after dropping all of their kids off at school.  Great for coffee and a quick breakfast. So Mom had the morning and I had the afternoon...sometimes when I was off from school I joined my Mom as I really liked her friends...

Time marches on, Hugo wanted to retire...he sold out and the new owner immediately sold to that scourge "Off Track Betting".  Soon we had people traveling from all over just to bet and drop losing paper all over the avenue. It also brought in a horrible soulless class of low life's.

The reason I say that is that I had a friend who owned a linen store a few blocks from my house.  He was murdered in cold blood by several of these ghouls.  He was alone when he died, the police said it didn't look like he tried to fight back they just killed him for the fun of it.  His name was Leonard and he was older than I, he also was a survivor of the camps in Germany.  Such a life he led only to be cut down by these low life's.

Small things make the world go round. Hugo sells, another's greed sells out and my friend died.  Yet, they are all intertwined.  What is the saying... "a butterfly flaps it's wings in China and the breeze is felt in Ohio?" I know it's something like this or close to it. Lol.

Anyway, I started this blog with the intention of writing about procrastination and look what I did...the following is my forecast for today...

The best creative inspiration is something that's commonly become known as 'the deadline.' This necessary intimidation is sponsored by the powers that be, prompted by their insatiable urge to get things done on time. Like it or not, you've got one -- and resistance is futile.

See I can resist with the best of them...lol....Sandi

Friday, October 5, 2007

Why??

 

   I heard the story yesterday. I watched the tape today.  I do not see where she is running WILD through the airport.  I do see the police confront her and whatever they are saying to her starts to get her to wave her arms around, gesturing as we New Yorkers tend to do.

Then you see three burly uniformed men take her down and not gently.  Where is it written in a police manual that when faced with one lone female, unarmed...it is alright to use such excessive force?

The take down reminded me of the video that I saw of the famous New Orleans take down where the guy died shortly afterwards...this was right after the disaster there too.

And now this woman dies too. I, for one, wanted to smack the police spokesperson for his little speech. Especially the part where he says, we did everything to bring her back...she even threw up in his mouth and he just spit it out and continued to work on her.  Geez...maybe they think they deserve a friggin medal?

I hope the family sues the pants off of everyone involved.

Next time you are in an airport...be afraid, very afraid.   

 

On a side note, I did get the button on the right hand side to take my store's url...so it is connected, thanks for you kind comments on the jewelry I have some great stuff up for sale...please visit..thanks.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

OOps Kind of a Moment (maybe a Senior one?)

I still can't get this to work right...anyway, I've added jewelry to what I'm doing on Ebay...so I thought I would put a link in on the side.   After numerous attempts I finally succeeded. Then I realized the reason it didn't work at first was that I had to re-boot everything for it to take...duh!!

I tried to do a slide show of the stuff, but NO, Aol had other ideas...now it says my browser will not accept my pictures and I have to download something else.  I have had nothing but trouble since I download that 9.0V whatever the darn thing is. Sorry I did it.

Anyway, my Ebay site is up and running I have some extraordinarily beautiful items up for sale...come and visit.....thanks ...    Sandi

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Oops

  Oops! I screwed up, I was supposed to invite anyone who read the previous posting to ask if they wanted to be interviewed...the following should of been at the end of my answers....sorry...so here goes...

Thank you, Leigh for interviewing me!  That was a lot of fun!

If you would like to be interviewed by me, here are the directions!!!!

1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview Me"

2. I will respond by e-mailing you 5 questions.  I get to pick the questions.

3. You will update your journal with a post containing your answers to the questions.

4.  You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions.

Okay... ready, set, interview!!!

be well,
Dawn

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Interview By Dawn of Carpe Diem Blog

 
In a message dated 9/11/2007 1:44:41 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, AOLAlerts writes:

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Comment from: sdoscher458
"Oh I love your answers. Yes, please interview me. Also no rush I can wait..you've got quite a few responses...love, Sandi"
Okie dokie...
 
1.   What did you find to be the biggest challenge in raising bi-racial children and how did you incorporate their dad's cultural while raising them here?  I ask this because my cousin has an adopted son who is Korean, and they are entering the teen years... any advice would be great about cultural integration, etc.
 
During the late sixties people were not as accepting of mixed race children as they are today.  When I moved from Chicago back to New York, finding a house in my old neighborhood Richmond Hill, Queens...I had quite a shock to my system.  The sale of the house depended on whether the neighbors would accept us! I mean the owner of the house actually went up and down the block poling people on whether we could buy the house. She said after living there for over thirty years she did not want them to be upset with her.  They gave her the go ahead, little did she know that my Mother's best friend was one of these neighbors..that's how I found out about it in the first place.  So in the beginning I was concerned how my little two and four year children would be treated.  It turnedout fine.  In fact my house became a focal point for all kids...I felt like a piped piper.  I believe in family traditions and taught both kids how to cook Japanese, I constantly reminded them of their grandmother (Obasan) in Tokyo, once a month we would bite the bullet and call her...(it cost $14 a minute back then). My own Japanese was limited, but they learned a few words. Takashi traveled a lot so it was up to me to make Alisa and Kenji aware of their heritage. Both of them still cook Japanese and Kenji has been to Japan twice for a visit.
 
2.  What was the best job you had outside the home?
Oh, I have had so many jobs but the most exciting, thrilling - never knew what was happening next kind of job (which I love) I was the Public Relations Director of Sunken Gardens, here in St. Petersburg, Florida.
I had to deal with birds, animals, crazy people, brides, grooms - beastly motherinlaws, not to mention the darn alligators. For instance, once I had a wedding party ready to do their rehearsal.  The bride would approach over a little bridge with water underneath it. The little flower girl and ring bearer were about two years old (lol) cute as all get out.  I'm in the back making the line move forward in the procession I look over the rail and OMG a huge alligator is sunning itself on the bank right below the bridge.  Thank God I had a working radio....I had to be discrete no one had noticed the alligator yet, but I was scared about the little ones. I was able to get the alligator show guys down there in nano-seconds. As they jumped in the water to try to grab this thing I swept all the people off the bridge saying we have to see how it works up by the arch first..then we can backtrack.   I don't think they ever realized what was going on.  I did gain a few gray hairs that day.
 
3.   What gives you the most pleasure in your daily life right now?
Other than hubby, I have to say I love my computer. I never thought I would learn as easily as I did, and I have to thank my Sis for that. She had an old laptop that she gave me, I was able to learn on it and about a year later I bought my Dell.  I love writing and am still working on my story about my life in Japan...I am pretty close to getting it done.
 
4.   If you hit the lottery and money was not an issue, would you move back to the NY area (you could keep a FL condo, of course)?
 
Oh in New York minute. I wouldn't even need a jet to get there Lol. I miss my kids so much. I am missing out on my little grand babies growing up and if I could go back in time I never would of moved down here.  A Florida condo would be nice though.  Joe would never be able to take the cold winters anymore though...perhaps I could pull a Shirley McClaine?
 
5.   Starting tomorrow you can only eat the 10 specific food items you list here, what are they?
 
Grape Leaves    Nuts          Rice
Eggs                Chicken      Whole Grain Bread
Olives              Fish           Gyoza
Cheese
 
Of course, I would also want my Olive Oil, condiments such as Lemon juice, mustard, soy sauce...now you have made me hungry.
 
Thanks for the interview...Sandi
 
 

Dawn
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Monday, September 10, 2007

Another Day of Infamy

You would think that some of the pain and anger that I felt that day will lessen a bit after six years, but it hasn't.

The man that orchestrated this mass murder is still at large and he shouldn't be.  He needs to be hunted down like the dog that he.  Instead he has the umbrage to do more video tapes, more plotting - egging "his team" on so to say.

Instead we have a President who gives one of his underlings the go ahead to throw insults at Bin Laden, questioning his manhood.  Yeah, right that will work great.  Given his state of health I doubt that has worked right for over a dozen years anyway.  Hey, maybe that's what made this guy nuts?

I didn't lose anyone on that fateful day, thank God...just my conviction that the Big Apple could survive anything.  Bits and pieces of my childhood, my youth blown to smithereens.

Every anniversary I pray for the fallen hero's, the police and firemen who entered the buildings without regard to their lives.  I also pray for the regular person, who sat working quietly, minding their own business trying to make a living. And in a split second their world was destroyed by a maniac.

With my two grown children and their families living and working in New York, I tend to panic every time the red flag goes up on terrorists.  My first thought is of them.

Then across the pond, you have medical doctors planning awful plots to kill thousands without any remorse. These are people who took an oath to do no harm...what the hell is wrong with these people.  Yes, I used the "these people" statement, no I am not a bigot...just telling the truth. 

So when the authorities rush to judgement and arrest two seemingly innocent Arab youths I no longer say "hey, what did they do? Where is the evidence?" I now say, where there's smoke there is fire...better safe than sorry...wish we had questioned more before 9/11.

I guess the problem I am having is that I want my world back.  The one I grew up in, where the biggest worry was whether Russia would Nuke us and we had to hide under our little wooden desks for survival...how naive we were.

Grab someone close to you tomorrow, give them a hug and tell them you love them......

 

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Family

We had a lovely visit. The girls are growing so fast and summertime has turned them all blonde.

I was so happy that my daughter and son in law were able to bring all the girls this time.  They stayed near Orlando so they could take the kids to Disney and Sea World.  They had a great time, but Sea World wasn't as good as they thought it would be.

They all drove over on Tuesday and spent the day at Grandma's house, Uncle Joey and Holly, Aunt Barbie, Uncle Larry, Cousin Laura and Grandpa Joe even showed up!

Both Alisa and I have decided that we definitly need a diet (after seeing these pictures LOl) If I could figure out Dorn's secret??

Lisa and John did a lovely thing, they catered in for dinner from a nice Italian deli.  Food was very good and of course, Alisa taking after her Greek great grandfather overloaded the table till it was groaning.  She ordered pastaprimavera, chicken parmageana,lasagna,veal scallapini,Ceasar Salad and fresh Italian bread. whew. Did I mention diet? Help me please.  All this was followed by two platters of biscotti and mini cream filled desserts. Oh I forgot the mash potatoes, only because the little ones love them.

A wonderful time was had by all.

The following Sunday Little Joe, Holly and I drove over to Orlando and spent the day with them at their condo pool.  I felt like a lady of leisure, you can actually have a frozen drink while you are in the pool that was cool. They had a small sixties band and singer who entertained for several hours. So you really get laid back listening to good music and all.. Had a lot of fun, towards the end of the day the twins actually accepted me a little.  We all went out to dinner at Outback Steak House and it was really good.

I've promised to go up for Thanksgiving and then the twins birthday is the 30th of November. Time is moving much too fast for me.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Not Bathroom Humour

You really have to wonder.  One senator after another seems to be falling by the wayside trapped within our nations moral demise.

Let's face it.  Sex is the biggest motivator in the entire universe, it outdoes love, greed and stupidity all in one shot.  But you have to ask yourself....just what the hell was he thinking?  Enquiring minds would also like to know...just how do you achieve anything vaguely resembling sex by reaching under a partion?  Is that the new "come up and see me sometime" come hither signal?

I've always thought of myself as a fair person, so with that in mind I listened to the tape of the officer as he was arresting Senator Craig.

Let me tell you that I found the officer to be a bully. He started out trying to be friendly (as long as the senator did not protest the arrest) but as soon as the senator spoke up for himself the office became more and more obnoxious in his manner.  I truly believe that the senator was lead to believe that everything would be swept under a rug and not come to light if he agreed with the office.  Isn't that a form of blackmail? Or at the very least intimidation?

Listen to the tape and make up your own mind.  I have never liked these traps that the cops spring...sometimes it's almost like pushing a person into the situation.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Bride vs. Swan


Bride vs. Swan

Wow, I saw this one and just had to laugh.  I had many a bride pose with our Black Swans in the background but I always warned them not to try to touch them cause they would attack.

Pity the poor photographer who suggested this shot.  Swans and ducks can be nasty, I took my kids when they were little ones to a side show farm thing.  They had geese, ducks, swans and little deer.  Well, one goose grabbed hold of my Kenji's bottom, thank goodness he got mostly diaper...but the creature would not turn lose.  What a picture we must of made, crazy lady Mommy chasing boy and goose.  I finally had to whack it with my pocketbook to make it let go of my two year old.  Then I figure okay let's go feed the deer, can't get in trouble there right? Wrong.  Innocents that we were...we entered the little compound, armed with little while bags purchased to feed the deers.  All hell broke loose. Two dozen little creatures came flying at us as if they had not had a meal in days! And they rose up on their hind legs, making them taller than my kids!  So I pushed my kids behind me, taking the hoof blows myself and threw all three bags as far from us as I could manage.  It worked, they ran for the food, I picked up both kids and got the hell out of Dodge!

Did I learn anything? Nope, years later I was still talked into holding an alligator...

Monday, August 13, 2007

Freedom

The following is a quote from ex-mayor Rudy Giuliani...

 

"Freedom is not a concept in which people can do anything they want, be anything they can be. Freedom is about authority. Freedom is about the willingness of every single human being to cede to lawful authority a great deal of discretion about what you do."

Did any of you guys realize what freedom meant? This was sort of an eye opener for me regarding Rudy's way of thinking. 

We all come into this world and our parents hoped that it would be a better world for us and that WE COULD BE ALL THAT WE WANTED TO BE.  To dream, our ancestors had a dream...it was called FREEDOM.  They fought, they bled, they died...and freedom was born in this country...1776.

Now Rudy wants to change the meaning of the word? I think not.

 

So, in other words, our past and present soldiers fought and died for authority? Not the right to be free, wow, the Nazi's would have had a field day with this propaganda.

This definitely sounds like "Big Brother" and double think.  It seems that many of our contenders on both sides of the platform need to remove their feet from their mouths.  

In this day and age, I certainly don't want to even consider a person qualified for the Presidency - unless they have a considerable amount of control over their mouth and what comes out of it.   Just imagine...we have an ex-mayor of a city, that was a melting pot for refugees seeking freedom, a city that has a huge welcoming freedom statue in it's harbor...the Statue of Liberty.   Liberty means freedom...not render unto Caesar.

I also wouldn't want a president who proclaims to the world..."Hell, no I won't use nukes!"  No one wants that but we have really, really bad guys out there that have them and are not afraid to use them. So that was a really dumb thing to say.  I prefer to think of Roosevelt and his "carry a big stick policy".  Diplomacy has to be an avenue to peace, but done with a firm strength of conviction. 

Yes, we need laws and yes, we have a process to bring our laws into being.  But we are not to be blindly lead like sheep to the slaughter, that is why so many people are upset in this country.  

We were fooled by a wicked few who, evidently, have no concept of Freedom.

 

 

 

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Mother Nature's Fury

Jeeze...the weather is weird this year.  A tornado in Brooklyn? Snow in South America? Lightening in St. Pete hitting houses, setting them on fire. Flooding in Texas, droughts out west. Now this morning I hear that a small earthquake hit right outside of Los Angeles.

Not to make light of anyone's poor fortunes but.....

Yep, it's as my hubby feared...hell has frozen over and we WILL have a woman president!  LOL....I just had to.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

In Memory Of

There once was a lovely little girl, sweet by nature, beautiful to look at and a joy to be around. Lovely little Laura. An actual true blonde with deep blue eyes, peach skin - small as a child, growing into a gorgeous, petit teenager.

She became close friends with my own daughter and seemed to enjoy being at our house. I always believed in an open house, so that my children and their friends had a safe place to play, grow and learn. Kids gravitated to my house and I, in turn, felt like a second mother to many of them.  Laura had a special place in my heart.

She would always offer to help with whatever chore I was attempting to do.  As a single, working Mom of two...with a city job and a high mortgage...there was never enough time for chores.  I know my daughter has a different view of her, but what Laura showed me would have made any mother proud to call this girl daughter.

At the time, and I wish to God that I had known then, she was a very troubled child. Her home life was abysmal, something no child should go through. For all that she seemed to try to reach out to me, she could never tell me the truth of her life. You know when you think back about paths taken and wonder if you should of done this instead of that? Even though she was being hurt, she was protecting others and would not let anyone in to help her.

When we moved down here, my husband had to be here by a certain date for the union and we still had not closed on our house up north. So, myself and the baby, stayed up north and my daughter and Laura helped pack up the van and drove down with my hubby to our house in Florida.  Laura was terrific on the trip down, made sure Joe did not fall asleep. Lisa had gotten a terrible cold and was almost comatose the whole trip down.

That was the last time I saw Laura. Lovely Laura.

She went back up north, married someone, it didn't work out...she dropped out a bit, wouldn't return her friends phone calls.  They lost touch, didn't even know where she was. During the years, I asked about her, only to be told they didn't know.

My daughter learned yesterday that she died...two years ago.

She had wound up in a commune in Arizona. Death is attributed to a bacteria infection that went directly to her heart.

My heart hurts.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Slaughter of Innocence

 

The Angels are drinking for a reason...

Sometimes I read what's happening in the world today and it saddens me beyond all reason.  This horrific story of mayhem and murder that took place in Connecticut is one such story.

In this country we hold that all men are innocent until proven guilty. In this case we know they are guilty, they were caught red handed trying to escape from the awful scene of the crime.

What kind of human being can attack a family, beat the husband half to death. Tie up and rape all three females, including an eleven year old child. Then pour gasoline on the beds, setting a fire so that they die in the most horrible way.

Treating these guys nicely and respecting their rights is not what my mind is thinking right now.  I'm wishing we were back in the days of the old west.  Right now, the townsfolk would be storming the jail...these fellas wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell to survive the night. Swift justice. Not too swift though...pain for them would be good.

I cannot imagine how the father feels. Totally destroyed all his hopes, dreams for the future...his loves.

I don't really know too much about the creeps or their records. But to do this level of violence they have to have had a pretty good track record.  Too bad someone didn't shoot them years ago.

As far as child molesters go I think the first time it happens they should get life or amputation.  I think that's a good choice.

 

Monday, July 23, 2007

One Million? Make it Two....



http://links.hillaryclinton.com/ctt?kn=5&m=637922&r=NDY0MTY5Mjg0NQS2&b=0&j=ODgxNjU0NTIS1&mt=1
Dear Sandra,

There's only one way to change America: together. There's only one way to make history: together.

And I'm so proud to have you by my side as we take our country back after six and a half years of cronyism and corruption, incompetence and deception.

Every "You go girl!" and "Give em Hill!", every letter of support you've sent, every dollar you've contributed, every friend you've recruited, every blog you've written, every house party you've attended, every petition you've signed, every time you've shown your support, every one of these things is the heart and soul of my campaign.

To put it simply: I owe the success of my campaign to each and every one of you. And to the skeptics who doubt the strength of our grassroots community, I say you've proven them wrong.

Now I want to share an astonishing -- and humbling -- number: 981,440. That's how many of you have supported my campaign for change.

Let's get to a million supporters.

Sign up your family and friends and coworkers. Have them sign up theirs. Tell them we're about to reach a million strong. Tell them we're making history together. And the person who is our one millionth supporter -- along with one of our current supporters, like you -- will travel with me and my team on the campaign trail to roll up our sleeves for a whirlwind day.

Click here to send a message to your friends urging them to sign up, or to sign up if you haven't yet joined the campaign.

http://www.hillaryclinton.com/onemillion

Here's why reaching one million supporters is so crucial: because working together, there's nothing we can't achieve. It takes strength and experience to bring about change -- and it also takes cooperation. With your help, my campaign has come so far and now with your help we'll have the resources we need to win. I've told my campaign to come up with the strongest field program ever created, and I know you are a key part of that effort.

That's why we need you to ask everyone you know to join the campaign today: friends, family, coworkers -- everyone in your email address book! Visit our "One Million" page today:

http://www.hillaryclinton.com/onemillion

I know you're with me every step of the way -- I see you on the campaign trail, at rallies and diners, house parties and town halls. It makes such a difference knowing I have such incredible support. Thank you for everything you do, and let's hit that one million goal!

Sincerely,
Hillary
Hillary Rodham Clinton
http://links.hillaryclinton.com/ctt?kn=2&m=637922&r=NDY0MTY5Mjg0NQS2&b=0&j=ODgxNjU0NTIS1&mt=1


Well, why not a woman?  It's about time.  Men have hadyears to get it right, haven't they? Have they? Nope. 

You have here a bright, articulate, learned, experienced leader - one that has a passion within her to bring our country out of the darkness that has enveloped it for the past eight years.

And please grow up...I don't want to hear about Whitewater, failed banks or Monica under the desk.  I really, really don't give a damn about it.

Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger...I think Hillary is stainless steel.

For those of you who are non-political, forgive me.

 

Sandi

 

Monday, July 16, 2007

Shake, Rattle & Roll

 
Once again, Japan is being rocked and not in a musical way.  Everytime
I hear or read about an earthquake over there it takes me back, oh so many years, to my stay in Tokyo.
 
For those of you who have never experienced an earthquake, yes - the ground moves under your feet. You can be knocked down by it, I was tossed out of my bed one time onto the floor. What a way to wake up!
So I can understand what the people are feeling over there.
 
I received an email from Aikiko saying how scared she was and the little ones were too.  She had not experienced an earthquake for many years because of living here in Florida.  It makes it doubly hard to think that they are in harm's way due to our  governments stupidity.
 
If any of you are not familiar with her story please look back at my postings and you will see her whole story, it's very sad.  The more people who know about it, the better...maybe something can be done at ground roots level.  Government is supposed to be by the people for the people...not that we are under a dictatorship of rules and regulations that make no sense.  Our laws, our rules are a living, breathing entity in themselves...meant to be fluid for a reason. So they can be changed, if needed, by the people - for the people. 
 
So if you read her story and feel compassionate, please do forward the link page to others so that her story can be told. Maybe we can embarass the ones making these rules if enough of their stupidity is shown to the rest of the world.
 
 

Monday, June 11, 2007

Unbeliveable..total stupidity

I almost feel that I should stop watching TV, listening to the radio or even reading commentaries on the net.

I'm not a pacifist, nor a flag burner. If anything, I've always considered myself to be a proud American, proud of my country and my fellow countrymen.

At the same time, I do yearn for peace.  The kind of peace that allows our young men and women to live a full life in our wonderful country and not lose their life-blood upon foreign sands.

Yes, watching an old time movie can make patriotic feelings surge evoking images of  Mom and apple pie.

Today, one of our respected leaders made several very stupid assertions with regard to Iran.

Let's see...we are fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan. Neither one is resolved to any great conclusion, just a constant blood letting of our youth. Remember WMD? Found none.

Now, we are being told that Iran is supplying men to fight in Iraq.  Wonder if we were to search for the camps supplying these men, would the results be the same as WMD?  A case of the tail wagging the dog?

I am so tired of politicians, their theme song should be "watch my feet, I'm dancing as fast as I can". 

Granted we have to be diligent in protecting our country, but I cannot see rhyme or reason for a strike against Iran.

Four years ago, we should of gone after Bin Laden with a passion that would not stop till we caught the mother. But no, let's spread ourselves all over the place. Are we really in a position to be the world's hammer? Coming down on anyone or anything that we feel might be a problem to us in the future?

I look in the mirror today and I don't see the guys in the white hats anymore.  All I see is greed, money, oil and blood.

 

 

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

A Terrible Miscarriage Of Justice

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After a brief courtship in her native country of Japan, Akiko and Keith decided to marry. U.S. officials told them the fiancée visa Akiko needed to come to the United States would take 3 to 4 months to process. To be safe, when they set a date for their Hawaiian wedding, they allowed an extra month for it to arrive. The visa never came. Faced with disrupting the lives of guests in two countries, a huge financial loss, they asked the government what to do. Following the govt's advice, Keith and Akiko got married as planned. Then Akiko left her new husband and returned to Japan to await her visa.

Two months later, with fiancée visa finally in hand, Akiko came to America. Once reunited with Keith, she applied for a status change. Now the U.S. government claims the Campbells broke the law and has accused them of deception and fraud.

Keith and Akiko have spent the last nine years and thousands of dollars trying to rectify the mess. Last year, they finally got good news. They received a letter from the Department of Justice saying Akiko’s visa petition had been approved. All she had to do was to go the U.S. embassy in Tokyo pick up the new married visa and re-immigrate and all would be OK.

Akiko headed to Japan, taking her children along to visit their relatives. She believed the issue would soon be resolved forever. At her appointment, not only was her visa denied but Akiko was told there was never any chance she’d get it. Later the U.S. Embassy in Japan told Keith that people with visa problems are often deliberately misled so they leave the country.

Now Akiko has been stripped of her passport and cannot go anywhere. Unless a hardship waiver is granted, she and the boys are trapped in Japan for at least 10 years.
 
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