originally published 8/28/06
So I am watching the Katrina special on NBC. There is so much that the news never showed. My heart aches for those who lost so much. I have a cousin who lost everything. I see the bitterness in the words he writes about how the governenment let the people down. I have old friends who have nothing left and are sruggling to make ends meet.
My heritage is in South Louisiana. It seems to be all gone, at least physically. The spirit, though, in my mind, lives on.
I wish I could help. I wish I could do something. I feel like my hands are tied I mean, I donated clothing and household goods. That is all I could do. I just wish it could have been more.
My heart aches. I was just in tears watching this show.
This catastrophic event was not a lie perpetuated by our so called leaders. The lie is in the knowing what was happening and the sin is failing to do anything about it.
bastards.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Still appropriate for the times
From 8/5/06
Although I am a bit too young to be a true "child of the 60's, I do remember the VietNam conflict and the nightly body count on the evening news. I did my own voicing of my stance against the Police Action in which we were involved in the early 70's. I got kicked off Barksdale AFB in Bossier City, LA when some friends and I were staging a silent protest to bring our young men back home safely. Spiro Agnew was there and it was the annual Open House that day.
One of the strongest protest songs of the 60's era was by a group called Country Joe and the Fish. The lyrics are as true today as they were then. Just change a country or two....or four
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
(chorus)
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds 'cause
The only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
chorus
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war a-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.
chorus
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
Although I am a bit too young to be a true "child of the 60's, I do remember the VietNam conflict and the nightly body count on the evening news. I did my own voicing of my stance against the Police Action in which we were involved in the early 70's. I got kicked off Barksdale AFB in Bossier City, LA when some friends and I were staging a silent protest to bring our young men back home safely. Spiro Agnew was there and it was the annual Open House that day.
One of the strongest protest songs of the 60's era was by a group called Country Joe and the Fish. The lyrics are as true today as they were then. Just change a country or two....or four
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
(chorus)
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds 'cause
The only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
chorus
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war a-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.
chorus
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
Mothers in Law
Originally published 12/3/2007
I hate mother-in-law jokes. They make wonderful women look bad.
My former mother in law, Janie Palmer, passed away last night after a courageous battle with cancer. She stayed with us a lot longer than her DRs said she would. I figured that. She was a tough cookie and I loved her dearly.
When I divorced her son, who is the father of my daughters, she told me "Just because you divorced Ronald, doesn't mean you divorced us. You are still family." This was about 25 years ago and I still have not forgotten those words. The kindest words ever spoken to me.
The only consolation I have is that she is no longer in pain.
I love you Janie. And I will miss you.
I hate mother-in-law jokes. They make wonderful women look bad.
My former mother in law, Janie Palmer, passed away last night after a courageous battle with cancer. She stayed with us a lot longer than her DRs said she would. I figured that. She was a tough cookie and I loved her dearly.
When I divorced her son, who is the father of my daughters, she told me "Just because you divorced Ronald, doesn't mean you divorced us. You are still family." This was about 25 years ago and I still have not forgotten those words. The kindest words ever spoken to me.
The only consolation I have is that she is no longer in pain.
I love you Janie. And I will miss you.
Debbie's MySpace Blog | blahblahblah
Debbie's MySpace Blog | blahblahblah: "dang I am not so bad after all!"
Upon leaving MySpace. Maybe. Or just ignoring it.
I'm not entrenched enough in the 21st century to figure out the intricacies of MySpace. Also, there are a lot of dumbass kids on there. Quite a few great people, but mostly dumbass kids.
So, I'm going to start copying over some of my blog from there to here. Don't want to lose them. Occasionally I will have minute flashes of what I like to call brilliance.
So, I'm going to start copying over some of my blog from there to here. Don't want to lose them. Occasionally I will have minute flashes of what I like to call brilliance.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Texting and Driving
Austin City Council members are "mulling" on whether or not to ban texting and driving. Needs to be shown at every Driver's Ed, every high school, every teen who drives OR rides with another teen. Even if you think "My child would NEVER do that", make them watch.
I'm trying to make the link work...you may have to copy and paste into your browser.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zG7cPOE8uQQ
I'm trying to make the link work...you may have to copy and paste into your browser.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zG7cPOE8uQQ
Friday, August 21, 2009
Nobody Loves Me, Everybody Hates Me!
Wow. Classmates.com. Always emailing me telling me that I have 1 (or 2 or 3) friend(s) looking for me. have often been tempted to fork over my Visa # to join. Glad I didn't. I would have found out nobody loves me..blah, blah. Evidently, they are in a world o' trouble for fraudulent business practices. Seems as if people who actually join the "Gold Club" find out NO ONE is looking for them. And Classmates.com actually tacks on additional fees. Check on consumeraffairs.com.
Anyway, to make this even more interesting, I had the oddest experience last night. Followng is my post on consumeraffairs.
I don't know where to begin! I have 2 Yahoo accounts. One is a regular account, one is a "dump" account for places where I am sure I will get junk email. I am the only one who knows about the "dump" account. I rarely go there, but last night, decided I would clean it out. There were about 1600 messages. I sorted by Sender. I eventually got to Classmates.com. I saw about 79 messages, all referring to someone named Blake. (NOT my name and I'm female). Now mind you, my classmates registration is not this dump account. I clicked on one of the links as I am nosy. It actually brought me to the profile page of Blake WITHOUT A FREAKING PASSWORD! That said, I do know a Blake and have worked with him for maybe a year. And this is the Blake whose profile I actually got into. There is no way he would know my dump account name. Again, NO ONE but me knows it. He is not a boyfriend, we are simply coworkers and, to my recollection, have never even discussed Classmantes.com I have not contacted classmates yet. I did find a direct number, and will be calling it but will not be giving them info they can use to cover their tracks.
I guess my point of this is that if this happened to Blake, this could happen to anyone. And it could be that the person who gains access to your CM account WITHOUT A PASSWORD could cause all kinds of meanness. It could happen to me, it could happen to you, if you are a member of classmates.com.
Anyway, to make this even more interesting, I had the oddest experience last night. Followng is my post on consumeraffairs.
I don't know where to begin! I have 2 Yahoo accounts. One is a regular account, one is a "dump" account for places where I am sure I will get junk email. I am the only one who knows about the "dump" account. I rarely go there, but last night, decided I would clean it out. There were about 1600 messages. I sorted by Sender. I eventually got to Classmates.com. I saw about 79 messages, all referring to someone named Blake. (NOT my name and I'm female). Now mind you, my classmates registration is not this dump account. I clicked on one of the links as I am nosy. It actually brought me to the profile page of Blake WITHOUT A FREAKING PASSWORD! That said, I do know a Blake and have worked with him for maybe a year. And this is the Blake whose profile I actually got into. There is no way he would know my dump account name. Again, NO ONE but me knows it. He is not a boyfriend, we are simply coworkers and, to my recollection, have never even discussed Classmantes.com I have not contacted classmates yet. I did find a direct number, and will be calling it but will not be giving them info they can use to cover their tracks.
I guess my point of this is that if this happened to Blake, this could happen to anyone. And it could be that the person who gains access to your CM account WITHOUT A PASSWORD could cause all kinds of meanness. It could happen to me, it could happen to you, if you are a member of classmates.com.
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