A new and lovely blog

A new and interesting blog I found, explains why I like living in my canyon, and well worth the read.

http://mausersandmuffins.blogspot.com/

NOOOOOOOOO But we knew it was coming.

Obituaries

Anne McCaffrey Has Died

By Jason Boog on November 22, 2011 5:11 PM

Fantasy novelist Anne McCaffrey has passed away. She was 85 years old. GalleyCat confirmed the sad news with Random House this afternoon.

McCaffrey’s career began with Restoree in 1967. She went on to earn a dedicated following for her beloved series, Dragonriders of Pern. At her website, McCaffrey answered letters from dedicated fans through November. This GalleyCat editor will never forget reading her books as a middle-school kid. Share your memories in the comments section…

You can read her complete biography at her site. An excerpt: “Her first novel, Restoree, was written as a protest against the absurd and unrealistic portrayals of women in s-f novels in the 50s and early 60s. It is, however, in the handling of broader themes and the worlds of her imagination, particularly the two series The Ship Who Sang and the fourteen novels about the Dragonriders of Pern that Ms. McCaffrey’s talents as a story-teller are best displayed.”

On her blog, she offered this advice for aspiring writers: “First — keep reading. Writers are readers. Writers are also people who can’t not write. Second, follow Heinlein’s rules for getting published: 1. Write it. 2. Finish it. 3. Send it out. 4. Keep sending it out until someone sends you a check. There are variations on that, but that’s basically what works.”

Editor’s Note: This post was updated to include more biographical information.

Todd does ok, but he is not Anne.

Is it too much.......

I truly dislike utter incompetence at doctors offices. I now have had to make another apointment, so now instead of 150 mile round trip, it will be 300 miles for this appointment. I am sure when I suggest they pay for my fuel they will have the same look on thier face as when I told them maybe the doctor should miss lunch, since I missed breakfast to be there on time. When a doctors office is moved across town, I do not think it is to much to expect a letter telling me the new address.

I had a total meltdown in the waiting room of the office, then as usual I got a little bit manic. My silver lining today....I did NOT put my fist through one of their walls. I was right at a hospital, so the broken hand would have been taken care of quickly, but they probably would have tossed me in a psych ward.

Silver Lining

I found my silver lining, it is not much, but sometimes a little thing can be enough. I have 6 purple flowers on my petunias. I was not sure I was going to get any flowers, because I have to grow them inside, otherwise all the outside critters eat them.

Yes I did have an emotional meltdown, I decided the only way to get through it was to let it wash over me. I was awake until 4:30 am before I could get to sleep. Four hours of sleep is not enough, but I will live.

Now tomorrow I will find another silver lining during the day, it is good to have some kind of goal, even one as small as trying to find a silver lining to something everyday.

Emotional Breakdown

So for the last few days I have had tears run down my face for no reason at all. Is it hormones, just plain sadness, feelings of neglect, or depression rearing its ugly head again.

I don't really know what is causing it, but I know I am winning, because I am not in a corner or my closet rocking back and forth. I am a fighter, (well sometimes) I am a survivor, it may not be called having a life, but every day on this side of the dirt is a good day. Now to find the silver lining in something, just anything will do.

Hope and change?

I did not believe it then, but change has come, just not for the better.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=1RZVw3no2A4

I hope I got the link right.

She called.....

I was going to post this on D-Day but forgot. Still it is between D-Day and Flag day so still a good time to post.

She called...

Blacks, Whites...wait
African Americans and Caucasians, Asians, excuse me.
Vietnamese, Philipenes, Koreans and Jamaicans or
Haitans, waitin' Hispanics y'all.

Please be paitent
Mexican, Puerto Ricans, Venezualean, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian Democrats
I beg your pardon, you partied with the late, great Reagan?
Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunii Muslim, Brothers and Sisters who never seen the New York city
skyline when the twin towers still existed.
But still She called.

From the bowels of Ground Zero she sent this 911 distress signal.
Because She was in desperate need of a hero,
and didn't have time to decipher what to call 'em,
so she called 'em all Her children.
The children of the stars and bars who needed to know nothing more than the fact that she called.
The fact that someone attempted to harm us
this daughter who covered us all with her loving arms.
And now these arms are sprawled across New York City streets.
A smoke filled lung, a silt covered faced,
and a solitary tear poured out of her cheek.
Her singed garments carpets Pennsylvania Avenue and the Pentagon was under her feet.
As she began to talk, she began to cough up small particles of debris
and said, "I am America, and I'm calling on the land of the free."
So they answered.

All personal differences set to the side
because right now there was no time to decide which state building the Confederate flag should fly over,
and which trimester the embryo is considered alive,
or on our monetary units, and which God we should confide.
You see, someone attempted to choke the voice
of the one who gave us the right for choice,
and now she was callin.
And somebody had to answer.
Who was going to answer?

So they did.
Stern faces and chisled chins.
Devoted women and disciplined men,
who rose from the ashes like a pheonix
and said "don't worry, we'll stand in your defense."
They tightened up their bootlaces
and said goodbye to loved ones, family and friends.
They tried to bombard them with the "hold on", "wait-a-minute's", and "what-if's".
And "Daddy, where you goin?".
And, "Mommy, why you leavin?".
And they merely kissed them on their foreheads and said "Don't worry, I have my reasons.
You see, to this country I pledged my allegience
to defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic.
So as long as I'm breathin, I'll run though hell-fire,
meet the enemy on the front lines,
look him directly in his face,
stare directly in his eyes and scream,
"I AM AMERICA! WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED!
WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED!
I REFUSE TO BE AFRAID!
I'LL FIGHT YOU ANY COUNTRY, ANY CONTINENT, ANY TERRAIN.
I'LL FIGHT TO MY LAST BREATH!"

And if by chance death is my fate,
pin my medals upon my chest,
and throw Old Glory on my grave.
But, don't y'all cry for me.
You see, my Father's prepared a place.
I'll be a part of his Holy army standing a watch at the Pearly Gates.
Because freedom was never free.
POW's, and fallen soldiers
all paid the ultimate sacrafice
along side veterans who put themselves in harms way.
Risking their lives and limbs just to hold up democracy's weight,
but still standing on them broken appendages anytime the National Anthem was played.
You see, these were the brave warriors that gave me the right
to say that I'm Black. Or white.

Or

African American or Caucasian,
I'm Asian, excuse me.
I'm Vietnamese, Philipene, Korean, or Jamaican.
I'm Haitan, Hispanic

Y'all, Please be paitent.
I'm Mexican, Puerto Rican, Venezualean, Cuban,
Dominican, Panamanian, Democrat
I beg your pardon, you see I partied with the late, great Reagan.
I'm Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunii Muslim,

Brothers and Sisters We're just Americans.
So with that I say
"Thank You" to the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines,
for preserving my rights
to live and die for this life
and paying the ultimate price for me to be...FREE!

by Staff Sgt. Lawrence E. Dean II,