A new student transferred from Savannah, Georgia to my city in SW Ontario--she's in Gr. 12. I was thinking how hard that must be to transfer from one country and cultural climate to another--especially in that last Senior year!

She seems really sweet (I only met her two days ago) -- she brought in her binder, so I could look over what she was taught in her previous year (specialized program--I wanted a peek!).

So, I was listening to these awesome poems the students wrote as an Intro activity (I AM poems, but they love it!), and I look over to the new girl from Savannah, GA and see her bag on the ground. She has a bunch of pins on it and I sit there kinda studying them and, lo and behold, I see a big fat Rainbow Pride pin.

It just made my day.

:LGBTQFlag:

Reading this story made Me so sad ............. I couldnt imagine going through that. A man in the car with his wife and unborn child, driving down the road without a care in the world until a car comes barelling down the other end of the road heading straight for the man and his family. Determined to save his family, the man swerves the car so that he is the one who takes the impact of the collision ~ saving his wife and unborn child but being killed in the end. What a hero he was to sacrifice his life for that of his wife and unborn child, not thinking twice about doing something like that in order to ensure that the ones he loves did not die as he did.

The occupants of the other car, four young individuals well known to police, are said to have had the influence of drugs in their system. Two of them died as well, one is in the hospital with a broken pelvis while the driver sits in jail waiting to be formally charged. It amazes Me that such things happen to good people, and the fact that where this happened will probably not find the people involved charged with more than two years in jail, completely blows My mind ........... here is the entire story:

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/08092010/...es-family.html

Howdy Trollop,

Not unless I'm carrying an umbrella with me and wearing a wet suit... ;)

Integrity in journalism...

For the life of me, I simply cannot see how "responsible" journalists can in any good conscience give voice to the idiot "preacher" with the pre-fab metal church and a regular audience/ congregation of about 50 other idiots. I mean seriously!
The entire world is watching and threats loom of retaliation from other idiot "religious zealots" all because friggen reporters have to get their two minutes of fame covering what would have amounted to a old redneck with a garbage can making a bon fire, had so much attention not been paid to his lunacy.
I am quite positive I could get that many "flock" members in my metal garage. Perhaps a bad moustache, polyester suit and start burning transcripts of every "responsbile" news agency giving life to that asshole. They may as well be handing him a match.

When I was 21 and in the convent my father took me to the Playboy Club to see a jazz group. The Club was a complex with magazine headquarters, the Club and a hotel. I was standing in the lobby when a woman walked into the hotel. She was about the age I am now...with the bellhop behind her with her luggage. She had on a full length mink and on one arm was a young man and on the other arm was a young woman. They were not her children. I was not shocked but envious. Heh.

I always wanted to be that woman. Oh honey babies. Fantasy fulfillment is such an amazing experience. I highly recommend it.

feeling under the weather :( :seeingstars:

are you going to the zoo? or is tiger country something else entirely?

not settling for less than what i want or deserve. travel. lack of intimacy. rescheduling meetings at work. creating "home" at home. rearranging furniture. ideas for auction items. simplifying. getting the shit beaten out of me so i can maybe break through this damn emotional barrier that has suddenly appeared (note: this is atypical cara behavior but sometimes i just need to release and unwind in this way). hanging out with friends. budgeting for a new car, tattoo, more travel. release and closure. wondering why i feel i need to justify my actions to anyone. and on and on and on. :stillheart:

I'm lining up my poetry. Little soldiers falling into line. It will either be a perfect rhythm or a hideous, forced drill across the landscape of the paper.
I'm scared shitless.

Wear a Gamecocks hat!! :cheesy:

Seeing things clearly and having closure.

Not ready for my vacation to be over with :(

Glad I got the house re arranging done.

How thankful I am for the little things.

How thankful I am for my life that I have built. Everything I have done, and how far I have come.

Excitement about where I am going and where I will be.

Smiling because adopted parents said Id never amount to anything and I have.

today-