Rainbow Bridge March 2001 - July 22 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Aghast with Horror, Sickened Beyond Belief
As posted on Bay News 9
The St. Petersburg Police Department is looking for a man who allegedly grabbed an 8-year-old girl early Wednesday afternoon.The girl's mother had brought her and her 7-year-old brother to play at Central Oaks Park. St. Petersburg Police spokesman Bill Proffit said the children's mother remembered she had left the stove on. She ran home and the children stayed to play. Almost immediately, the children noticed a stranger so they started home. "Before they could leave the park, the man came up from behind, grabbed her in a bear hug, pushed her down and got on her," Proffit said. The boy ran home to get his mother. Meanwhile, Aaron Chambliss, who was nearby, saw what was happening and rushed to help. "He saw me coming to her rescue and he proceeded to get up and run, but in a split second he changed his mind and jumped back on her before she could get up," Chambliss said. "And that's when I hit full sprint. I was going to catch him. I was going to do something about it." A female motorist also saw what was happening and honked her horn in an attempt to get the suspect off the girl."They saw and instantly perceived that a crime was being committed," Proffitt said. "There was no doubt in their minds and they took action immediately. The blaring of the horn and the running over here actually stopped the man from continuing what he was doing."
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No more innocent days for children................. they are long gone. I remember my mother getting fed up with our childish antics and would throw bagged lunches at me and my brother and tell us to get out and not to come home until dinner time. We would promptly go next door and gather up Kevin and Lisa and head out to wherever our feet took us. Sometimes it was deep into the woods and rock hills 2 miles down the road or it could be 2 miles the other direction to the pond. Adventures awaited and we were out to conquer the world. How sad is it that children can no longer know this sense of absolute freedom. No parents around and our imaginations free to run. No one telling you not to climb the cliff, don't swing on that branch, don't get wet, don't throw that, don't pick that up........... Those hours were the best! We were free to do as we pleased and to be what we wanted. The only thing that limited us, was ourselves. Childhood days were glorious.............. not a care in the world.
Why have we allowed sickos and pervs to steal this from our children. I can't even imagine raising a child in this day and age. When Peter was growing up, by 8 he was able to wander the neighborhood with his friends, 1 block over and 3 blocks down, if you went inside a friends house you called me to let me know. I had wished that my son could have experienced a neighborhood like mine....not the cement playgrounds we had come to live in. That was 11 years ago........ and he is a boy....... but even today boys are just as much at risk. Why can't we teach criminals that want to prey on our children that this won't be tolerated. Why can't we maim them, castrate them, brand them with a "P" or just kill them?
Why can't we take back what belongs to our children......... innocence, imagination, and fun, all with no cares, and no worries.
How sad that children can't experience childhood the way we did. It makes me cry.
The St. Petersburg Police Department is looking for a man who allegedly grabbed an 8-year-old girl early Wednesday afternoon.The girl's mother had brought her and her 7-year-old brother to play at Central Oaks Park. St. Petersburg Police spokesman Bill Proffit said the children's mother remembered she had left the stove on. She ran home and the children stayed to play. Almost immediately, the children noticed a stranger so they started home. "Before they could leave the park, the man came up from behind, grabbed her in a bear hug, pushed her down and got on her," Proffit said. The boy ran home to get his mother. Meanwhile, Aaron Chambliss, who was nearby, saw what was happening and rushed to help. "He saw me coming to her rescue and he proceeded to get up and run, but in a split second he changed his mind and jumped back on her before she could get up," Chambliss said. "And that's when I hit full sprint. I was going to catch him. I was going to do something about it." A female motorist also saw what was happening and honked her horn in an attempt to get the suspect off the girl."They saw and instantly perceived that a crime was being committed," Proffitt said. "There was no doubt in their minds and they took action immediately. The blaring of the horn and the running over here actually stopped the man from continuing what he was doing."
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No more innocent days for children................. they are long gone. I remember my mother getting fed up with our childish antics and would throw bagged lunches at me and my brother and tell us to get out and not to come home until dinner time. We would promptly go next door and gather up Kevin and Lisa and head out to wherever our feet took us. Sometimes it was deep into the woods and rock hills 2 miles down the road or it could be 2 miles the other direction to the pond. Adventures awaited and we were out to conquer the world. How sad is it that children can no longer know this sense of absolute freedom. No parents around and our imaginations free to run. No one telling you not to climb the cliff, don't swing on that branch, don't get wet, don't throw that, don't pick that up........... Those hours were the best! We were free to do as we pleased and to be what we wanted. The only thing that limited us, was ourselves. Childhood days were glorious.............. not a care in the world.
Why have we allowed sickos and pervs to steal this from our children. I can't even imagine raising a child in this day and age. When Peter was growing up, by 8 he was able to wander the neighborhood with his friends, 1 block over and 3 blocks down, if you went inside a friends house you called me to let me know. I had wished that my son could have experienced a neighborhood like mine....not the cement playgrounds we had come to live in. That was 11 years ago........ and he is a boy....... but even today boys are just as much at risk. Why can't we teach criminals that want to prey on our children that this won't be tolerated. Why can't we maim them, castrate them, brand them with a "P" or just kill them?
Why can't we take back what belongs to our children......... innocence, imagination, and fun, all with no cares, and no worries.
How sad that children can't experience childhood the way we did. It makes me cry.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Sounds of the Night
I have fond memories of visits to my grandparent in Massachusetts. Our visits were often for several days and one of my sweet memories of my grandfather was his snoring. My grandparents were in the room at the end of the hall, but his snoring could be heard 'round the world. Funny thing is I took comfort in the sound of his deep sleep sounds. They were enough to wake me, give me a sense of security, and lull me back to sleep. So when is it that this became the annoying racket that disturbed my rest and sent me to the couch to sleep? I can't say I truly remember. I remember my ex snoring and I hated it, but was that only once I came to loath him? Did I carry that then to my next relationship with Pete? I often woke up and gave him a gentle shove to roll over......sometimes he was so tired that he only immediately started again and I would, once again, move to the couch. I can't remember.................. I can't remember when it went from comfort to disdain......................... I do know that lately when a certain person falls into deep lala land, he too snores (tho he may deny it) and while it wakes me up, I find myself contently drifting back off to sleep.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Quick Quips
The rain has finally come to Florida and the afternoon weather pattern has settled in. No sooner have I finished mowing the lawn and its ready for another cut.
The ferrets are very happy with their room. My son has made the statement that it seems he couldn't move out fast enough for me. I replied that it wasn't so much him that I was anxiuos to have move out and disappear, as I was the shit hole he was living in. (Ew ew ew the sludge ate through gloves)
I have another stray cat that has adopted me. She shows up on the doorstep when she can't find enough to eat. She also has a crush on Snickers. Mittens, the old man still shows up too.
The house is quiet without Heidi. Sergei misses her. He spent 2 days looking for her and crying.
I hate the fact I didn't get to make my annual July trip to visit my dad in VA. I think he was more disappointed
I am beside myself that I can't visit Pete in August. Its really tearing me up. Maybe I should spend the money and make it a short, and quick weekend trip anyway.
The ferrets are very happy with their room. My son has made the statement that it seems he couldn't move out fast enough for me. I replied that it wasn't so much him that I was anxiuos to have move out and disappear, as I was the shit hole he was living in. (Ew ew ew the sludge ate through gloves)
I have another stray cat that has adopted me. She shows up on the doorstep when she can't find enough to eat. She also has a crush on Snickers. Mittens, the old man still shows up too.
The house is quiet without Heidi. Sergei misses her. He spent 2 days looking for her and crying.
I hate the fact I didn't get to make my annual July trip to visit my dad in VA. I think he was more disappointed
I am beside myself that I can't visit Pete in August. Its really tearing me up. Maybe I should spend the money and make it a short, and quick weekend trip anyway.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
A New Room
With my son out of the house I wanted to clean his toxic waste site of a room, ASAP. By Thursday I was donning the hazmat suit and digging around in the debris. In total I had nearly 2 full dumpsters (150 gallon size) of trash, and I do mean trash! It took me a total of 14 hours to go through all the garbage that littered the space. The room was last painted 6 years ago when I moved in. 3 walls were white and one wall and all the trim had been done in Detroit Redwings red, Peter was a redwings fan. Red and white rope lights now only half hung from the ceiling and the white paint was dingy, splotchy and full of holes from the two million pictures, posters and car parts that Peter had hung on the walls. I volunteered BC to help me paint.................... he even helped pick out the colors............. of course his motivation to help me get this room cleaned up was that I couldn't spend any weekends at his place until I had a room that the ferrets could be free in to run around and play in for 2 days. So we set to work. First we pulled down the sagging rope lights and peeled the glue off the ceiling. We primed and painted the walls and trim. Once the paint had dried we put shelves up in the room and put the futon and coffee table in place. We removed the door and since it was in such bad shape decided to cut it in half and finish the top with a shelf to give people something to lean on for ther viewing comfort. This took us all day Saturday and Sunday. On Monday, after the paint had time to cure and there was no longer that "new paint" smell, we moved the ferret's cage in the room. I brought in their litter boxes, auto feeder, auto watering dish and their gazillion toys and tunnels. Finishing touch was a sign above the door that reads "Polecat Parlour" Oh such happy ferrets I have! I still let them run the house while I am home and put them in the cage at night or while at work, but if guests come over or if I want to disappear for 2 days, they have a ferret friendly room to play in and get all their daily exercise and the room can double as a guest room should some need to stay a night....there is the futon and in the closet (doors are removed and curtains hung) you will find a tv, shelves, some drawers and a radio........who could ask for more?
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Fireworks and a Happy 4th
Fireworks make me happy.
As a little girl I was always thrilled with them.
I find them beautiful and amazing to watch.
A little less than 12 years ago I met Claude. He is a unique individual. His personality is caring and loving with a touch of a dirty old man. He says what’s on his mind. He had been a fireman quite a while back and still volunteers time. He has the typical fireman trait…….he loves to play in fire.......... whether it be putting it out or creating it. So imagine a fireman with a pyrotechnics license. What’s this got to do with fireworks? I often get to be right there in the staging area when Claude is doing a show. Peter helps him set up and light up. Anyway, fireworks from the staging area is a different experience. They are directly overhead. and your best viewing position is to be flat on your back looking up to the sky. As the fireworks explode above you, they are larger and brighter. As they fall, it is like having shooting stars all around you or driving quickly through a star field. When the larger rockets are sent off you feel the percussion blow over you. It adds a different element to the viewing, not only do you have heightened sight and sound you now have add the sense of touch. You feel, see and hear the fireworks in a way that completely engulfs you and draws you in. What a way to watch them! Add in the patriotic music and it would bring a tear to any red blooded American.
As a little girl I was always thrilled with them.
I find them beautiful and amazing to watch.
A little less than 12 years ago I met Claude. He is a unique individual. His personality is caring and loving with a touch of a dirty old man. He says what’s on his mind. He had been a fireman quite a while back and still volunteers time. He has the typical fireman trait…….he loves to play in fire.......... whether it be putting it out or creating it. So imagine a fireman with a pyrotechnics license. What’s this got to do with fireworks? I often get to be right there in the staging area when Claude is doing a show. Peter helps him set up and light up. Anyway, fireworks from the staging area is a different experience. They are directly overhead. and your best viewing position is to be flat on your back looking up to the sky. As the fireworks explode above you, they are larger and brighter. As they fall, it is like having shooting stars all around you or driving quickly through a star field. When the larger rockets are sent off you feel the percussion blow over you. It adds a different element to the viewing, not only do you have heightened sight and sound you now have add the sense of touch. You feel, see and hear the fireworks in a way that completely engulfs you and draws you in. What a way to watch them! Add in the patriotic music and it would bring a tear to any red blooded American.
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