Remembering 9/11

A day of memorials. A moment of silence. A time for reflection.

“The pictures of airplanes flying into buildings, fires burning, huge structures collapsing, have filled us with disbelief, terrible sadness, and a quiet, unyielding anger. These acts of mass murder were intended to frighten our nation into chaos and retreat.

But they have failed; our country is strong. A great people has been moved to defend a great nation. Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve.”
– President George W. Bush, September 11, 2001 Address to the Nation

My heart feels heavy; and my tears come as fast as they did on that day five years ago. Godspeed to the victims, and to their families.

We Will Never Forget

2,996 Tribute
Peter K. Ortale
May 19, 1964 - September 11, 2001
37 years old
Murdered at WTC, 84th floor, South Tower

I have the honor of remembering Peter K. Ortale today. Five years ago he was murdered in the World Trade Center.

Peter seemed to be one of those people that everybody wants to be around. He accomplished so much, and seemed to live to make others happy.

Peter graduated from the William Penn Charter School in 1983; while there he was the quintencenial schollar-athlete. He was inducted into the Penn Charter Hall of Fame in 1999.

In 1996, Peter met the love of his life in Mary Duff. Their courtship was a passionate one involving world travel and lots of connections with family and friends. They married on May 13, 2000 in Philadelphia, and made their home in the SoHo section of Manhattan. Together, they would entertain friends with gourmet food, great wine and most important, laughter. On the weekends, Peter enjoyed relaxing in Sag Harbor.

Peter Ortale worked hard and played hard, his family said. He worked at Eurobrokers, a brokerage firm, also was a diehard lacrosse player - captain of his college team at Duke, a sometime member of the U.S. lacrosse team and a player for the New York Athletic Club. He had moved to New York from Philadelphia in 1988, his sisters said, and loved it here. He and his wife lived in SoHo and spent Labor Day at their home in Sag Harbor. After the first jet crashed into the World Trade Center last week, he called his mother, his wife and a friend in California from his office on the 82nd floor to say that he'd survived. "He thought it was an accident," Mary Ortale, one of his three sisters, said. "He was last seen heading for the staircase." He was with three co-workers and friends, Ortale said, none of whom has been found. The sisters and their mother, also named Mary, drove to New York from Pennsylvania last week to console Peter's grieving wife. Since then, they have made the rounds of area hospitals and information centers. "He's very generous, very strong," his sister Mary said, holding back tears. "Just a fun-loving guy."

Peter Ortale did not need occasions to send people presents. He just sent them when the desire percolated in him. That was often.

One of five siblings, he regularly liked to pick out something that caught his fancy and mail it to each of the others, as well as his mother. In the spring, the relatives got a book, "A Short Guide to a Happy Life," by Anna Quindlen. Just before the summer, he sent them a box of chocolates with a note, "Have a happy summer." His mother was constantly getting flowers.

"He did things without provocation, because he liked to," said his sister Mary Malitas.

When not working or sending presents, Mr. Ortale, 37, a bond broker at Euro Brokers, was often playing lacrosse. He was one of the best players on his high school team in Philadelphia, and again at Duke University. After he graduated, he played in Australia, and once he began his career, he continued to play for various leagues on weekends.

A few years ago, he took up cooking. He found it therapeutic. When friends and relatives visited him and his wife in SoHo, he would often turn out an elaborate meal, sometimes trying things not everyone might. Once he steamed a fish in the dishwasher. He thought it came out great.

Peter is remembered by most as a very different kind of guy. He was blessed with striking good looks, incredible athletic ability and an inner confidence that was unflappable. He commanded respect from all who encountered him.

Without question, he influenced many lives. Peter was a traveler both physically and intellectually. One of his favorite books was "The Magic of Believing". Peter was a visualizer long before it became popular. His life's philosophy was "if you can see it, you can be it." Peter lived life to the fullest. A friend of Peter's from high school remembered the quote that Peter had written upon graduation from Penn Charter: “Remember what we learned, ‘the softest thing: water, eventually wears away the hardest thing: rock’. Be both.”

Peter was a very generous person and valued family and friendship more than anything. In his words, friends are a priceless gift from God. Peter is loved so much by all of us and love never dies. What was once felt can never be unfelt. "The love we give always is the only love we keep."

Posthumously, in February 2003, Peter was inducted into the Pennsylvania Lacrosse Association’s Hall of Fame for his accomplishments on the lacrosse field at Penn Charter, Duke University and as a post collegiate club participant.

Duke University has dedicated six magnolia trees located at the West Edens Link Quadrangle on Duke’s West Campus to honor Peter and the other five alumni who were lost on September 11. Their hope is that these trees will connect future generations of Duke students with past generations.

Peter was honored on September 19, 2003 with a benefit from William Penn Charter High School; he graduated from OPC in 1983. He attended this school via a scholarship and talked about his days there as a special time for tremendous personal, intellectual and athletic growth. His family and friends have raised over $130,000 to create a scholarship in his name for future Penn students to have the same chance he did.

His wife, Mary Duff, mother, older brother and three sisters, four nephews and two nieces survive Peter.

Peter, rest in peace, and know that I will always remember and honor your memory.

Always remember. Never Forget.

Thank you to google and The New York Times for providing the information.

The Hezbollah / Hollywood Connection

I think that I've uncovered the Hezbollah/Hollywood/Liberal Weenie connection. Just look at these two pictures.

Hollywood obviously has a better dental plan.

We can only hope that these kids will run the country someday......

A Meditation On the Speed Limit:

BRILLIANT film. BRILLIANT kids.



Rise up people. Do it! Civil obedience!!!!!

"24" My Weekly Addiction

Favorite comment from the live-blog of 24 on Dave Barry's site:

How many would die if this were called "365"?

Posted by: Stevo | 09:57 PM on March 13, 2006

I am so hooked on this show.

Muffin Tops, Valium and Cindy Sheehan

Looks like CindyLooWho was feeling neglected by the media.

These pictures, and statements by the UN, really show what this woman is all about. Publicity.

Nice muffin top Cindy. (Yes, I know that's mean.)

Allegedly, she and her cohorts were asked inside to talk about their complaints. But that's not what Cindy wanted.






This is what Cindy wanted. There's too many press cameras to count.















V IS FOR.....VALIUM!








I hate publicity whores.

Thanks to the brilliant wisdom of Michelle Malkin.

Thursday's Joke

Here's todays laugh:

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome
with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks t's gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly, and they're overpriced. So, whatcha' doing when you get there?"
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this ousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet
some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
" Oh really! What'd he say?"
He said: "Where'd you get the shitty hairdo?"

Submitted by Ron Scher
Thursday, March 2, 2006

Once again, thank you Bob and Tom.

Calling Mary Kay! Calling Mary Kay!

This is the second story I've seen in two days about men who have had sex change operations. Pictures have been included with both stories. One of the men was going back to being a teacher in an elementary school; this man (left) is a fireman...firewoman....fireperson....firetrainwreck.

I'm sure that the surgery must be very, very expensive...but both of these men look like my Great Uncle Walter in a wig.

The following article and picture were supplied via Drudge, who got it from WATE Channel 6 in Knoxville

KNOXVILLE (WATE) -- A Knoxville firefighter claims she's being discriminated against because she used to be a man. Fire Capt. Jamie Faucon has filed a grievance against Knoxville Fire Chief Carlos Perez and her supervisor, Mark Foulkes. She accuses them of depriving her of a take-home car, of reassigning her and cutting out her overtime because she is a transgendered firefighter.

Faucon also says in her grievance Foulkes used incorrect gender terms when referring to her in conversations. She says she never thought she would wind up in a situation like this but the actions that allegedly took place earlier this week left her with no other choice.

Faucon had surgery to change from male to female in March 2005.

Since she has legally changed gender from male to female, she wants the misuse of pronouns to stop. "The proper terminology should be she, her or ma'am. Not he, sir, or his." She's asking to be returned to Fire Station 10 with a take-home car and to be referred to correctly by others in the fire department.

Things You probably didn't know...

I'm on a roll today.

Just A Few Things You Probably Didn't Know
You spend about 3 years of your life in the toilet.
Every day, the average person swallows about a
quart of snot.
The slowest growing finger nail is on the thumb nail and the fastest growing is the finger nail on the middle finger.
Scientists say that babies that are breastfed are more likely to be slimmer as adults than those that are not breastfed.
There are more chickens in the world than people.
Pinocchio was made of pine.
One out of 20 people have an extra rib.
Manicuring the nails has been done by people for more than 4,000 years.
People whose mouth has a narrow roof are more likely to snore. This is because they have less oxygen going through their nose.

Via Dave's Daily

A New Feature...

Today I would like to add a new feature to my oft-ignored blog.

It's a joke that made me laugh.

This made me laugh yesterday, and it was hard to make me laugh yesterday; therefore, it's funny joke.

Here goes:

Two elderly gentlemen from a retirement center were sitting on a bench under
a tree when one turns to the other and says: "Slim, I'm 83 years old now and
I'm just full of aches and pains. I know you're about my age. How do you feel?"
Slim says, "I feel just like a newborn baby."
"Really!? Like a newborn baby!?"
"Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants."

This joke via www.bobandtom.com
Submitted by Ken G.
Thursday, February 23, 2006

cartoon via http://www.drdudd.co.uk/homelife/HomeMain.htm

Jack Bauer...Why We Need Him to Run The Country

You know, if Jack Bauer were indeed a real person, I believe that the right-minded thinkers of this nation would elect him to a very powerful position in our government. We need Jack to teach our leaders how to deal with terrorists, whiners, liberals, child abusers, sexual abusers, animal abusers, and other people who, for whatever reason, annoy us.

Neal Boortz, in his Boortz Blast newsletter, shared the following facts about Jack Bauer. These facts suggest, no, confirm, this nation's need for leaders who will just get the job done.

Basic Truths About 24's Jack Bauer
Killing Jack Bauer doesn't make him dead. It just makes him angry.

If Jack Bauer was in a room with Hitler, Stalin, and Nina Meyers, and he had a gun with 2 bullets, he'd shoot Nina twice.

If you wake up in the morning, it's because Jack Bauer spared your life.

Superman wears Jack Bauer pajamas.

If it tastes like chicken, looks like chicken, and feels like chicken, but Jack Bauer says its beef. Then you better believe it's beef.

Jack Bauer once forgot where he put his keys. He then spent the next half-hour torturing himself until he gave up the location of the keys.

1.6 billion Chinese are angry with Jack Bauer. Sounds like a fair fight.

Let's get one thing straight: the only reason you are conscious right now is because Jack Bauer does not feel like carrying you.

Jack Bauer was never addicted to heroin. Heroin was addicted to Jack Bauer.

Jack Bauer played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.

When life gave Jack Bauer lemons, he used them to kill terrorists. Jack Bauer hates lemonade.

Jack Bauer once won a game of Connect 4 in 3 moves.

Osama bin Laden's recent proposal for truce is a direct result of him finding out that Jack Bauer is, in fact, still alive.

Jack Bauer is the leading cause of death in Middle Eastern men.

Jack Bauer doesn't miss. If he didn't hit you it's because he was shooting at another terrorist twelve miles away.

When Jack Bauer was a child, he made his mother finish his vegetables.

Jack Bauer killed 93 people in just 4 days time. Wait, that is a real fact.

Simon Says should be renamed to Jack Bauer Says because if Jack Bauer says something then you better do it.

Jack Bauer won the Tour de France on a unicycle to prove to Lance Armstrong it wasn't a big deal. He thinks yellow wristbands are gay.

When Jack Bauer pissses into the wind, the wind changes direction.

Jack Bauer's favorite color is severe terror alert red. His second favorite color is violet, but just because it sounds like violent.

When you open a can of whoop-ass, Jack Bauer jumps out.

When Google can't find something, it asks Jack Bauer for help.

You can lead a horse to water. Jack Bauer can make him drink.

Jack Bauer can get McDonald's breakfast after 10:30.

When the boogie man goes to sleep, he checks his closet for Jack Bauer.

Enough said.

If you would like to subscribe to the wit and wizdom of Mr. Boortz, go to his website here.

It'll make you a better American.

Also, make sure to check out Blogs4Bauer, a great place for any and every Jack Bauer fan.

Now go out and have a good day.

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Happy New Year (a little late)

One of my resolutions was to update a few times a week on this blog. As you can see, it's not one that I've kept up with. (Sigh)

It's going to be 60 someodd degrees here in Salisbury, Maryland today. It's almost the middle of January. I'm loving this weather, but I'm now afraid of what February will hold. You know, you always pay for great times with trying times. It's what makes you appreciate the great times.

Here's my resolution list, as of January 12, 2006:

Update blog
Start diet
Exercise
Learn to deal better with my two incurable, chronic illnesses.

That last one is the most important one. I'm a 45 year old woman who's less than responsible with my health, my diet and my attitude.

Now I'm going to go and watch the Alito hearings. I think that today Teddy K may explode.


Now, that's entertainment!

letter-verification thingy

Sorry guys, I'm getting too much spam. I've got to add the letter-verification thingy.

It's Whats for Dinner

One of my first stops this morning was a wonderful website by Wendy which celebrates old Weight Watcher meals. Got there via Dave Barry's blog, where there's a link to other great food pictures.

Here's the text that goes with the Frankfurter Spectacular picture:

I had no idea frankfurters could be so spectacular. Wow!

I would almost be willing to upholster a whole damn pineapple with pork product just to be able to say I was serving Frankfurter Spectacular. Say it with me: Frankfurter! Spectacular!

Why would you even want to eat this? Why, when you could keep your mouth busy for hours just by repeating the life-affirming phrase that is "Frankfurter Spectacular."

FRANKFURTER SPECTACULAR!

I remember looking through my grandmother's cookbooks as a child and seeing photos like these...to my young mind they seemed so elegant...

I believe if this was the only food offered, nobody would have a weight problem.

You really need to look at these, and these.

Fifth Anniversary of the U.S.S. Cole Bombing....hello? Is this thing on?

Today is the fifth anniversary of the murder of 17 American Sailors on the U.S.S. Cole. I remember seeing the images of the ship, a huge hole in the side. I remember seeing Yemenis clapping and dancing; celebrating the attack. I remember that it didn't stay in the news for long. It was a sucker punch to America, and unfortunately, the most powerful country in the world did nothing about it. It was part of what was to be the beginning of the war on terror; a war ignored for far too long.

I remember. And thanks to the blogosphere, others do too.

Alan Gray, a police officer in Gainesville, Florida, wrote a wonderful tribute to our fellow patriots who gave their lives on the U.S.S. Cole. Here's a link to his blog. Here's a link to his tribute. Thank you to Michelle Malkin, who led me there.

As expected, the MSM has ignored this day. That really pisses me off, but it doesn't surprise me. I can only imagine how that makes the families of the murdered soldiers feel.

Remember the U.S.S. Cole (DDG-67)
On October 12, 2000 at 1118 hrs a small boat approached the USS Cole, moored in Aden, Yemen for refueling, and detonated a bomb, killing 17 of our shipmates and wounding 39 others. Built in Pascagoula, MS and commissioned in 1996, the Cole is named for a Marine Corps machine-gunner killed on “Iwo Jima” in 1945. Fifty-five years after that epic battle, 17 young sailors, male and female, serving their nation would be killed by suicide bombers intent on bringing their Islamo-Facist global jihad against the West.

On this 5th anniversary, let us remember those who gave their all:

Hull Maintenance Technician 2nd Class Kenneth Clodfelter
Electronics Technician Chief Petty Officer Richard Costelow
Mess Management Specialist Seaman Lakeina Francis
Information Systems Technician Seaman Timothy Lee Gauna
Signalman Seaman Cherone Louis Gunn
Seaman James Rodrick McDaniels
Engineman 2nd Class Marc Ian Nieto
Electronics Warfare Technician 2nd Class Ronald Owens
Seaman Lakiba Nicole Palmer
Engineman Fireman Joshua Langdon Parlett
Fireman Patrick Howard Roy
Electronics Warfare Technician 1st Class Kevin Shawn Rux
Mess Management Specialist 3rd Class Ronchester Santiago
Operations Specialist 2nd Class Timothy Lamont Saunders
Fireman Gary Graham Swenchonis Jr.
Ensign Andrew Triplett
Seaman Craig Bryan Wibberley

True patriots are like those on the USS Cole that gave of themselves for our freedom, for our way of life. For our children’s safety tomorrow, they gave their lives. Each night we sleep in safety underneath a "blanket of freedom" only because those who wear our nation's uniform are standing ever vigilant ready to give their lives in defense of our liberty just as these sailors did on October 12, 2000. And everyone that enjoys the freedom that we have in America, should stop and say a prayer for the families of the sons and daughters that were taken from us and for those who were wounded. We also give thanks to those sailors who brought that terrible situation under control and praise them for their courage and selfless devotion to duty in such a tragic event.

At the Memorial Service for the USS Cole in Norfolk, Va. on October 18, 2000, speaking to the families of those killed, their fellow shipmates, and President Clinton, Admiral Robert J. Natter CINCLANTFLT stated, "Today we gather and pause as a nation, as a Navy, and as a family to remember and honor our shipmates on the Cole. We remember and honor their courage, and we remember and honor their service. But most of all, we remember and honor their answering of that highest call, and we remember and honor their ultimate sacrifice. Mr. President, ladies and gentlemen, when it comes time for our response, remember the Cole."

The sailors of the USS Cole live in our hearts; they live in our souls. Never forget those who died, never forget those who killed them...remember the Cole.

Remember the Cole.

Please Read and re-post on all available sources

Update: Jordan's home with the family who loves him!


Please, pass this along. This is serious. This is from Kim, a fellow blogger.

God Help Us

I have a very serious post.

This is Jordan. He is 6 years old. He is missing. He is our child.




Jordan is a child in my family. He was abducted Tuesday evening by his mother. I know that sounds strange but allow me to explain.

My ex husband fathered this child. He was not aware of his existence until the boy was a little over a year old. The mother, Nancy, approached our family with the news claiming she just wanted him to know about it and to give him the opportunity to get to know all of us.

Shortly after we met Jordan, we began to notice things that didn't make sense. Marks on the child's body, bruises in strange places, odd behavior. Once Jordan was able to talk, we learned that he had been suffering unspeakable abuse at the hands of his mother.

Physical abuse. Psychological abuse. Sexual abuse.

Told to us by this child in his own words.

My ex and my family began a legal battle that has been going on in the court system for more than 3 years. The courts had allowed my daughter Kimmy emergency custody of Jordan and his mother had been kept away from him because there was evidence that she has serious mental health issues and is a danger to herself and others. Jordan has undergone intense psychological therapy to correct the wrongs that were perpetrated against him and his life had just begun to take on a more normal existence including attending school.

Then the court system decided that it would be a good idea for the mother to have strictly supervised visitation with Jordan 4 hours a week.

During her last visit, Tuesday night (9-27-05), she took the child and ran. We have not been able to find her or Jordan since.

The FBI is searching. The police are searching. We are searching.

Yet Jordan still remains unfound.

Please look at this picture. Please read the information I'm about to tell you about him. Please ask your friends and family to learn the same. Contact your local police department if you have any information.

Jordan Rolfe (birth name) or Jordan Barry (name he chooses to use, our name)
Born: March 10, 1999

Height: 4 feet

Weight: 50 pounds

Hair : Dark Brown, straight, medium-short length

Marks: Scar on middle back, rash (exzema) on right arm and wrist, wart on right thumb.

Last seen wearing a grey shirt with a navy blue collar and blue shorts with orange flames on the sides.

Taken from the city of Strongsville, Ohio. Last seen in Lakewood, Ohio on Clifton Blvd. 9-28-05 at 10:00 a.m. We suspect that she will be trying to make her way either towards Mexico, or Florida.

Nancy Rolfe may be driving a White Chevy conversion van with light blue or green pin stripes. She may also be with a friend who drives a white Honda with black trim. Nancy may be going by the name "Flora" and may have altered her appearance to look like an older woman. Nancy is in her 40's, thin, dark hair and approx. 5'6" tall.




Jordan is at risk. He is in danger. We cannot get an Amber Alert issued because there is a custody case before the court, even though the judge, two different psychologists and a Guardian Ad Litum have all demanded that one be issued. There are cracks in the system, please help us to fill them and get the word out.

Please help. He calls me Grandma.

The contact info is:

Detective Sgt. Colegrove
Strongsville Police Dept.
(440) 238-7373

and

Special Agent Timothy J. Kolonick
FBI
(216) 662-6637

If anyone has anything at all to report, please do.

Also, we are offering a $10,000.00 cash reward to anyone offering any information that leads to his safe return.

I am also happy to report that the local news stations have finally aired this report! Keep your fingers crossed!

I Am Pro-Victory : Shout it Out Loud

Here's a link to a script for a wonderful graphic for us anti-anti-war people. The ones who actually support the troops.

Put it where everybody can see it.

Thanks to Jay-Tea at Wizbang, and also to the North American Patriot.

Nagin and Blanco...Both Against the Ropes

In the post-Katrina NOLA world, Mayor Ray Nagin and Governor Kathleen Blanco seemed to be on two very different pages. The finger-pointing began before the storm even started. They screwed up. Everybody screwed up. Local, state and federal governments should have learned a whole lot from this disaster. They probably won't, but we can always hope.

My husband told me an interesting fact last night; Nagin never supported Blanco. Hmmmm, that's interesting.

Nagin was a registered Republican, but switched over to the Democratic Party a few days before filing to become a candiate for New Orleans Mayor in 2002.

Nagin didn't like/support Blanco when she was running for governor. He supported her opponent, Republican Bobby Jindal in 2003.

Nagin also made a controversial endorsement of current Republican U.S. Representative Bobby Jindal in the 2003 Louisiana Gubernatorial Runoff over current Democratic Governor Kathleen Blanco, and only reluctantly endorsed U.S. Senator John Kerry in the 2004 Presidential race. (thanks to wikipedia.org)

His less than shining endorsement of Kerry sounds like he did it begrudgingly.

Could some of this be payback? I hope not. For the sake of those people down there, I really hope not.

Been a While

A few weeks ago, I went for a liver biopsy. Got the results. They weren't good.

While my doctor and I were concentrating on getting my Crohn's Disease under control, my Hepatitis C has been slowly damaging my liver. I have fibroids in 3/4 of my liver. Dr. R. is going to put me on Interfeuron for 48 weeks; it is successful in 45% of patients. I really hope that I'm in that 45 percentile group!

Richard and I spent the last weekend just being together...we seemed to be in a kind of mourning. We just sat quietly, and tried to put our heads together to see how we can handle this financially.

We've got a hurdle to cross, and it's a fairly big one. I have no prescription coverage from Medicare right now, and Richard's company dropped us as a family last January; when we went to get new, individual coverage (not as part of a group) we came to a wall that we couldn't get over...nobody will insure me due to the fact that I'm so sick.

This Pegasys drug that I'm supposed to start costs $750 per week. We're already laying out almost $500 per month for my crohn's meds.

Richard is going to be going on a service call with the CEO of his company, and is planning on leveling with him about our situation. Supposedly he is moving to Delaware, and maybe he's going to move the whole company closer, therefore maybe we could get group coverage again. Or something. Poor Richard, he's got so much on his shoulders right now. I feel so awful putting more of a burden on him.

I've sent in my resume for two jobs, one with Salisbury County and the other with Salisbury City. They have great benefits.

I've worked when I've been sick before, I can do it again. (I did it as a single mom for years!)

Please say a prayer for us if you're inclined to. We need all the grace we can get right now.

Sorry for bitching.....


Sorry, I'm venting.