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....
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....
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.....
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...
-----Original Message-----
From: malikas4478@aol.com
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Sent: Sat, 22 Dec 2007 1:50
Subject: Re: Journals complaint
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!!
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.
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....
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.
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.
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.....
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 Maddie, Phyllis 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
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.
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
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
A comment has been posted to the Journal:
Carpe Diem - Seize the Day
Theme from Forrest Gump (I hit enter before I put in the title, duh!)
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"
Dawn
"Behind every successful woman is a substantial amount of coffee!"
My blog: Carpe Diem
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......
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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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