Terror in the skies.....

My youngest son just had a terrifying experience while flying from Atlanta, GA to Washington DC.

He bought a car from Virginia and needed to fly there to pick it up and drive it home. He took a flight to Atlanta and then boarded another plane that would take him to Washington DC. It was a big plane with a lot of people onboard. There were two arab men also onboard. About 30 minutes into the flight, they began acting in a suspicious and menacing way. One of them took off his shoes and began to walk up and down the aisles slowly looking at each passenger...making eye contact...like he was sizing people up. He had one hand in his pocket, and was holding a pen in the other like he was holding a knife. He just kept walking up and down the aisles. Sometimes he would sit back down and whisper to the other man, then get back up and do the same thing. The other arab man would also get up and walk up and down one of the aisles (a big plane with two aisles). Just staring at people.

People were beginning to get an uneasy feeling about these two and what the hell they were up to. My son switched his seat to sit near other passengers and they began talking to each other about what might become a real problem. There was a woman sitting near them that was so terrified she looked like she was going to be sick. She kept checking her makeup mirror to try and keep an eye on these two guys. Then the one main arab actually stopped by her seat, bent down, put his hand on her neck and asked her if she was okay. She just stammered that she was fine.

The stewardesses were keeping calm, but my son said that one of them was constantly on the phone. He was sure she was talking to the pilots keeping them informed.

One of the men that my son talked to said that when he got on the plane, this arab guy was sitting in his seat and wouldn't move, so he ended up sitting on the seat next to him and then this arab put his feet on the guy's briefcase like he was daring him to do something. So the guy moved his seat and sat with my son and these other passengers.

It was the way he looked, the way he was holding this pen in his hand, the menacing look on his face as he stared down passengers as he was walking up and down the aisles.

Everybody was numb with fear. My son said that he was never so scared in his life. He thought for sure something was going down and this was the end. The guys were saying how they would take these two men down if they had to stop something. There were also a few other younger arab looking men onboard that appeared to not be with these main two and acting normal, but who the hell knows. My son and these other guy passengers were all searching to see what kind of weapons they could come up with. They were trying to get a plan in motion....like like those passengers on one of the 9/11 planes. My son said that he now knows exactly what those passengers went through and how they felt.

Then these two arab men started whispering to each other again and they both stood up and one went to the front of the plane and inside the bathroom....and the other went inside the bathroom at the back of the plane. My son thought for sure they were going to come out with something and shit was going to happen. They were in these bathrooms for quite awhile like they were preparing something. People were beginning to freak out as you can imagine.

It was unbearable. Time was moving slow. Finally they came out and just kept walking the aisles staring at everybody. Then FINALLY the pilot announced that they would be descending and for everybody to remain in their seats. One of the arabs then got this bag down and began opening it and going through it. The stewardess told him he had to put the bag back, which he did.

My son said that he could tell that the plane was descending at a very fast pace, like the pilot couldn't get the plane down fast enough. Remember, this plane was going to WASHINGTON DC! Now that terrorists can't get inside the cockpits, what better plane to blow up then one that would be right over Washington DC as they are descending. It was so scary he said.

Finally they landed. My son said he looked directly in this arab's eyes and called him a bastard and told him when they get off the plane, he is taking him in. My son was wearing his police officer's uniform with his badge. These two arabs were the first off the plane and by the time my son got off they were nowhere to be found.

I'm sure they weren't terrorists....nothing happened.....but they deliberately were menacing these passengers....deliberately acting suspicious. I'm sure they thought it was a big joke.

My son couldn't even enjoy his flight. The whole experience was terrifying. It's a scary world out there now. There is no way I will even get on a plane anymore. It's pathetic.

Need a Little Humor....

I heard this on one of the audio books I was listening to....

"Love is like a cup of coffee.

It starts off hot and steamy...it'll burn you if you're not careful.

Then comes the spell in the middle when it's just right...every sip is warm and stimulating.

Next stage is when what's left starts to get cold.

Final stage is when it's so bitter you can't even swallow it."

So true - so true....

A long, long time ago.....

Five months after we lost our precious Casey I went to the mall to browse around. They had a pet store there and I justed wanted "to look" at the puppies. I missed Casey so much that it helped heal the pain to look and hold puppies, so I went often to a lot of pet stores. I had no intentions of trying to replace him. He was so special and his passing left a huge void in our lives, our home and our hearts. I was sure that I could never ever love another dog like I loved Casey. I felt that it just wouldn't be fair to even bring another dog into our home cause there is no way another dog could replace Casey in our hearts. But I just wanted to "look" at the puppies and smell their sweet puppiness and stroke their fur. I also believed that maybe Casey would be born again in another new healthy body. I told him before he passed away that if he did, I would find him. I would look into every puppies eyes and I would know if it was him. I wanted to believe that.

Anyway, this particular day I went into the pet store at the mall and saw a cute, fluffy black ball of fur sitting inside this big cage. I looked at him...and he looked at me. Something clicked in his eyes. I saw something special that I wasn't seeing with any of the other puppies in all the other pet stores. I went back another day to look at him....and back another day....and another day. I took my husband to go and "just look" at him. He saw something special as well. My husband noticed that his birthday was 7/11....and he said "well, we'd have to name him Lucky!"....so everytime I would go see him or talk about him I called him Lucky.

About a month and a half later, the end of October....I was going to leave for Caseville for a couple weeks. I went to the pet store to see "Lucky" before I left. I felt so sad for him that he still hadn't gotten an adopted forever home yet, and that he was spending his puppyhood in a cage in a pet store. I so badly wanted him to have a good home. But I had decided that I was not getting another dog cause it just wouldn't be fair and I didn't want to go through losing another dog....cause the pain is just too great. But I looked into his eyes and saw that something special looking back at me. I made him a promise. I promised him that when I come back in two weeks and if he is still there, then he's coming home with me.

While I was in Caseville I had a dream about Casey and I was crying. I called my husband to tell him about it, and he said that was strange cause that morning when he got up the picture of Casey that was on the wall in the family room had fallen to the floor....very weird considering that I have never had a picture just fall off the wall before. I took that as a sign from Casey that he was trying to tell me to move on and it was okay to love another dog.

When I returned from Caseville in November I couldn't get to the pet store fast enough. I walked in and looked in his cage but he wasn't there! Oh no!! I guess he finally got adopted. I felt sad but also glad for him. I shopped around in the stores, but before I left something made me go back inside the pet store. OMG!...there he was...in his cage. I asked the clerk why he was gone before. She said he was getting shots at the vet. He is still waiting for his forever home.

I went home and didn't know how to tell hubby I decided to buy him. I figured he had resigned himself to the fact that there would be no more dogs and maybe he liked it like that. So I casually mentioned how I went to the pet store and how "Lucky" was still there. Then later when we were laying on the couch watching TV I told him about the promise I made him before I left for Caseville. Hubby said "I didn't think you wanted another dog and didn't want to spend that much money."....I told him that I didn't care about the money....I just wanted him. Hubby got up and just walked out of the room. I just laid there feeling so sad cause I didn't think he wanted to get him. Then he walked back into the family room with his jacket on and simply said "Let's go get him!" My heart soared and I ran and got my coat and we drove as fast as we could. By then I was so scared that he would really be gone when we got there.

We walked in and ran to his cage and he was still there!! So on November 5, 1996 we took Lucky home with us. He got his forever home. He got love like you wouldn't believe!! I believe in miracles and my miracle was Lucky.

My heart and guts are torn open. I don't know how to stop crying. My husband and I both clung to each other tonight crying. We miss our Mr. Lucky so much! He came home today in a little white plastic box. I want so bad to write a memorial post for him but I just can't right now. I can't even think. I am pretending that he is still here....I am talking to him...

Today is Mini Sue's birthday. I bought her presents and a cake and ice cream. She is all we have left.

A year ago we had 3 dogs and a bird. Now we have one dog. Mini Sue is my 'Baby Girl'....she is our everything.

Tonight I couldnt' find her in the house and panicked..I got the flashlight out and was hysterical. She was under the couch. I can't lose her.

Mini misses Lucky so much. She is so sad. Her favorite food is spagetti, so I made her some spagetti O's with some dry food for her b'day; she ate some but left most of her food.

I bought her a sweater from "Beverly Hills Chihuahua"..

I think she likes it...

Lucky Lou LeBear

My beautiful Lucky passed away today. I slept with him in the family room last night. He got up once to go outside and drink water. He wouldn't eat anything this morning and I had trouble trying to get him to take his pill. I crushed it up and put it in water and got it in his mouth with a syringe. He just wanted to lay under the couch. I checked him around 11:00 after the carpet layer guys were here. Hubby got home at noon and I went to check on him again and he was already gone. He went quickly and peacefully.




7-11-96 - 11-13-08



My handsome boy!

Wednesday going on Thursday....

Today my husband had jury duty. He got picked for jury selection near the end of the day, so tomorrow he has to go back down there to continue with the jury selection. He's hoping he gets excused. So am I. He said that this trial will be at least two weeks. With Thanksgiving coming up, and we have to get up to Caseville to finish up the yard work and with Lucky's condition, this is simply not a good time to be spending two weeks on a freaking jury!

He said it's a bad case anyway. It's some 15 year old boy who shot a gang member when he was 14 and the case is now going to trial. They say it was premeditated. A white kid....would you believe? He said that one of the women was crying over it. It would be a hard case to listen to. So he's going back tomorrow and I'm sure he will be excused. He said that one of the questions they are asking jurors is if there are any lawyers in the family. His cousin is a detroit prosecutor, so that should get him off....besides the fact that our son is with the Detroit police department and there will be several police witnesses for the case.

Lucky is hanging in there. He goes outside to do his business; he eats some; and drinks his water. But today he can't keep anything down. I've been feeding him small portions of food and he seems to want it, but then later it all comes up. I'm just hoping that his meds are staying down. Maybe it is this new pill that is causing the vomiting. He walks so slow and looks so sad. There is no brightness in his eyes anymore....no spark. When my husband came home after jury duty, he did bark though. I want to get out my old recorder and record him barking. I better do it while he can still bark.

Tomorrow I'm having my upstairs hall and stairs carpeted. I was hoping hubby would be here. I hate being here when there are guys working in the house. Anyway, I'll be glad to get it done and it will look so nice and smell nice and feel nice. And maybe that hollow echoey feeling will go away. My husband says that when I'm upstairs and I blow my nose, it sounds louder like a train whistle going through the house!!...hahaha

Buying time......

Lucky, my beautiful Pomeranian, is very very sick again. He is out of remission with his lymphoma and it is attacking with vengeance. He has been experiencing labored breathing. Over the weekend it was worse, and he was not eating like he usually does. He acts like it is hard to swallow or drink his water as he will cough when he does like he is choking. He is very lethargic and walking with his tail down....all signs that he is not feeling well.

I took him back to the vet again but with a heavy heart because I know that things are getting worse and there isn't a whole lot more they can do. He is still taking his 3 meds, and I knew that it was only a matter of time that even they would stop working as his condition worsens.

They took his temperature and he had a fever of 104. His body is fighting. The vet could feel that all his lymph nodes that she could feel are swollen now. She recommended an X-Ray to see what was going on inside and what might be causing the labored breathing. He is basically full of cancer now. He has tumors and swollen lymph glands everywhere. He has a very big one in his chest area next to his heart...actually larger than his heart...and that is why he is having trouble breathing. His liver is enlarged. He has tumors by his kidneys and in his stomach.

She gave him a massive intravaneous dose of steroid, and a big dose of a different kind of antibiotic. She also gave me another bottle of this different antibiotic pill to start giving him tomorrow along with his other 3 meds.

I guess we're just buying him and ourselves some time. I'm just hoping to help shrink the glands enough to help him be more comfortable and get the fever down. I'm hoping he will feel better for awhile longer. Maybe get us and him through Thanksgiving. I guess hoping for Xmas would be a bit much, but I'm hoping. Maybe this new pill will be another "magic pill" that will buy him a couple more months and he can get through to the new year.

Maybe

A post-election gripe....

Now that the election is finally over with, I need to air a few feelings I have had. Just A Mom touched on it in her Friday post and made excellent points. I know where she is coming from.

I was really starting to get really annoyed at all this "first african/american" crap. In the first place, he is not african/american; he is not black; he is a mulatto...half black/half white. And if what I've been reading online, he is more arab/american than african/american anyway. The black people have been celebrating like he is one of their own....yeah, HALF!...he still had a white mammy and a white grandpappy and grandmammy.

Whoopi Goldberg made a comment on "The View" that really irked me. She said something like how happy she was that people saw him as "a man" as opposed to "a black man"....I was like WTF!! We have had 'african/american','african/american'..shoved down our throats in everything from TV, newspapers, magazines, the media. They wanted to make sure that the blacks sure thought of him as a black man so they would get out there and vote for him. If Whoopi and all the rest of the african/americans in this country thought of him also as just a man as opposed to a black man, then why all the celebrating and all the excitement?? Cause THEY think of him as a "black man"....

Anyway, I am really hoping that with "one of their own" being in the highest office of our government, maybe now they will stop blaming the "white government" for all their woes and troubles. Gee, wonder who they will blame now??

And since Obama is a very articulate speaking man, I am also hoping that they will see him as an example for proper speech and learn to speak proper english.

I see Obama as a man who cares about what is happening to this country and truly wants to try and make things better.

President Obama....sounds good to me....

The election went the way I thought it would and should. I am just hoping that with some new blood and young ideas and a democratic majority in congress then maybe we can start getting this country back to where it belongs.

The only real problem I have with Obama is that I am still really really pissed off that he stole the nomination away from Hillary. But I have concluded that it wasn't really his fault. The democratic party sabatoged the nomination for her. This is how I have analyzed what REALLY happened:

...The democratic party which is full of MEN absolutely did not want to give the presidential nomination to Hillary Clinton. They figure that her place is in the home down on all fours pleasing her husband, I'm sure. Anyway....so they knew they had to get votes away from her. A white man wouldn't touch the supporters she had. It was useless to put another woman up against her. She had a large group of black supporters however.....ahaa!! So the democratic party approached Barach Obama (half black/half white....Perfect!) and asked him to run. He did. He took most of the black votes away from Hillary, and with the screw up that they purposely caused in the Michigan primaries, it was enough to put Obama over the edge and win the nomination.....barely. Hillary was screwed over by her own party as far as I'm concerned. But she went onboard and asked us to give our support to Obama and I did as she asked.

I'm hoping he will deliver....

But I have a bad feeling....

I see in my mind Michelle and those two darling daughters standing hand-in-hand in grief like Jackie, John-John, and Caroline. I hope I'm wrong.

Barack Obama reminds me of a young John Kennedy....tall, "dark" and handsome....I hope and pray he doesn't face a similar fate.

I truly think he is a good person and has good intentions. I hope he is the answer our country needs. I hope he brings respect back to this country....and pride.

Had a GREAT two weeks....

I just got back from Caseville today. I got a lot done and did a lot and had a good time. My son and his girlfriend were there when I got there and they had the barbeque going and grilling chicken so that was nice. They left on Thursday and I spent the day getting my lawn cut and cleaning things up outside and putting some of my summery garden/lawn things away.

Friday was a great day. My godson and his fiance came over! They got there about 4:00 and stayed until close to midnight. We had a great time. They took me out to eat at the Riverside Roadhouse, then we came back to my place and talked and looked at pictures. He had alot of pictures on his laptop to show me. And we took some pictures of us. I'll have to post when I get them downloaded. I can't believe he is the same baby I held in my arms when I was 16 when he was being baptized, and the same little boy I use to go see and play with. Now he is all grown up with a family of his own. The state of Wyoming is a beautiful state as his pictures of the mountains show. He also lives near when the Battle of the Big Horn occurred and he had pictures of it. He is now back in Wyoming and I have since talked to him on the phone. He is writing a book about his life and his search for his biological mother and father in a somewhat part fact/part fiction way, using different names. It'll be interesting to see how it turns out.

Then Saturday I went to Port Austin and saw a play at the Port Austin Playhouse...."The Little Shop of Horrors". I love plays! It was pretty good...and a musical.

Sunday I went to the show and saw "Beverly Hills Chihuahua"...AGAIN! I just love that movie. I can't wait to get it on DVD.

My husband didn't get up there until Thursday. So Friday was Halloween and we went to the Eagles. I wore a halloween shirt with a spiderly necklace and rings and spider tattoos on my hands....scary....heehee. We met my girlfriend there and we sat around and talked and drank pitchers of beer.

Saturday was the Holly Berry Fair, so I met my other girlfriend in town and we hit the craft shows....3 in all. We took a break and got lunch at the Bay Cafe and then back to the school to finish our craft show browsing. I bought a few things.

Sunday I went to the show and saw "MAMA MIA" with Meryl Streep. It's a musical and pretty good. The words to all the songs are on the bottom of the screen, I guess so people in the audience can sing along. But nobody sang. A cute storyline anyway.

So now it's Tuesday and I'm back home. My yard is FULL of leaves. So I already started on getting them up. Hopefully, hubby will be home in a couple days and he can help me. He has this blower thing that blows them in piles which makes it easier for me to pick up...not as much raking to do that way.

Right now I'm watching the election. Don't care who wins.