Singing: You didn't have to shake it like you did, but you did, but you did, and I thank you.....

In Season: calling the cops on the Dems


Another son, husband, grandson, best friend of somebody........................

Another soldier killed in Iraq

Be safe, nephew Jason, stationed in Iraq, with a maintenance crew from Colorado. A tragic death would be hard on my family. I mean, krist, I lost my dad at age 10 and my Mom died of a brain tumor......quickly a few years ago, and my grandfather was killed by lightening. Tragic deaths surround me.

When I read every day that another soldier died in Iraq, I scowl, scrunch up my lips and pull them sideways, biting inside to stop from belching disgusting adjectives at the whole damn situation. Then I tend to get up and pace, and pace, like a locked lion in a cage. As if pacing and cursing will solve much. Then, I will sit down and read blogs. And I find a lot of pissed off mature people who feel exactly like I do, but have the energy to take it a few steps further. They provide links to online petitions, post congressional switchboard numbers, street addresses to aid readers where to send fruitcakes(link is bloggered, scroll down to 8:45am post), commentaries on politics and culture charged with opinion and/or humor. Blogs give an audience to questions we wish we could get honest answers for. the feelings of the writer are apparent. More than apparent, they are descriptions of a spectrum of emotions that is avoided in professional journalism (like anyone knows what that means anymore).

I forget where I was going with this....LOL (Happy Saturday)