I Just Wanted To Say...

What is your problem?

Location: Georgia, United States

I am me. More than I was, less than I will be. This is difficult. Facts-female, southern, mother and grandmother. Abstract-a Christian, a loner, intelligent, somewhat arrogant, impatient with stupidity, an unusual sense of humor.


The Ultimate Hot Dog (at least for me)

Warm bun, put a bun-length hot dog in. Next, chopped onion on both sides. Then a line of mustard on both sides. Chili goes on next, top that with cole slaw(has to be cabbage and carrots). Grated cheddar cheese goes over that, then top with bacon pieces. Heat in microwave just to melt the cheese. Enjoy.


All too human?

"To kill, to take a life, requires an understanding, an acceptance of violence. A dark side."

This is a line from a book I am currently reading. The character in question has hysterical amnesia, brought on when she kills a man who was trying to rape her. She prefers to believe herself unable to kill, prefers to believe that good people don't kill. To her, people who take the life of another human being are killers with something dark and unpleasant in them that she personally lacks.

It's an interesting plot line. But if what she wants to believe were true, would an inability to kill make her more human or would it make her less?


The question being asked:

"What have you earned from God?"

The definition of "earn" being: 1 a : to receive as return for effort and especially for work done or services rendered.

The answer being: absolutely nothing.

The reality being instead that I have been given so much.

Your Brain's Pattern

Your Brain's Pattern

You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.
You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.
People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.
But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.
AD found another fun one.
I like my own mind. It usually is full of things I enjoy, both the practical and the fantastic.
I am hard to read. I prefer to be. That is, in part, a practical choice. Too many of the people I know, too many I have known, don't really enjoy encounters with people whose minds are different. They become uncomfortable and edgy with conversations that don't involve "normal things" like the weather, shopping, what they watched on television last night, what they did over the weekend, their children. There is nothing wrong with talking about those things, but it is uncomfortable for me to be limited to conversations about those normal things only. I get bored fairly quickly.


Your blog should be--

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.
You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.
You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.
Thanks to AD


Keesler Air Force Base

There hasn't been a lot of mention of Keesler AFB at Biloxi. I am not really surprised about that for two reasons. The media probably just assumes the base will be safe (as if a hurricane is going to see a base and avoid damaging it out of a spirit of patriotism?). The second reason is that the people in charge of the base probably prefer it that way.

I checked the web site for Keesler to see how the base and the personnel did during the storm. I knew that non-essential personnel and all the family members would be evacuated, just as I knew that the command structure and recovery personnel would remain to ride out the storm, no matter what the danger to themselves.

This is the last official update from the command structure that remained, dated August 31, 2005:

Keesler Air Force base has survived a direct hit by Hurricane Katrina a Category 4 hurricane. Initial assessment hows extensive damage to our industrial and housing areas. We are deploying assessment crews and are in contact with the Federal Emergency Management Agency and with commanders of many military bases who have offered assistance. The damage is severe enough that we are unable to leave our shelters until Thursday at the earliest in order to assure our recovery teams have cleared debris and made it safe for us and our families to return home. Brigadier General Lord and your leadership promises to keep you apprised of the progress of our recovery teams and release you to go home and assess your own damage as soon as it is safe for your family to travel. All pets at the Keesler pet shelter are in good health and weathered this extremely dangerous storm safely. We are doing everything within our power to clear the way and provide the best immediate and long term assistance to help each one of us in order to recover from the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Brigadier General Lord wants you to know we are not alone and will do everything we can to keep you safe and get you home as soon as possible. Please be patient. We all need to pull together and help us all make it through this difficult time safely.

There is a part of the communique that particularly touches my heart. The part letting personnel who had to leave their pets behind know that their animals were still safe. For all those people who think military personnel, particularly the upper ranks, are heartless, mindless myrmidons, I wish they could read this and think about it. Not only did they make arrangements before the hurricane to care for the animals that would have to be left behind, they also had enough compassion to know that people would be worried and made sure to include information in an official communique that let those people know their pets were safe.


When I joined the Air Force, my basic training was done in San Antonio, Texas. Once I was finished there, I was sent to Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, Mississippi for my specialty training. I spent about six months there and it was a wonderful time in my life.
I was being trained for a challenging job. I was nineteen years old, single, fit and healthy, and stationed at a base close to a wonderful beach during the spring and summer of 1972. A base where the male population outnumbered the female by about 10 to 1.
I didn't make a lot of money, but I had no rent payments, free health care, the chow halls were free and the food was great. The only expenses I had were personal items.
Perhaps one of the most carefree periods I have ever known and I enjoyed it.

Most of the coverage of Hurricane Katrina and the aftermath has focused on New Orleans, which is in some way understandable. New Orleans isn't just a city, it is a symbol of the kind of life in which there is gaiety, parties and endless fun. Relaxed, with good food and drink, and beautiful things to see and pleasurable things to do. Fun days and fun nights. It is sometimes called a city without care-sans souci.

Which is perhaps why I have personally been focused on Biloxi. My memories of the area are almost uniformly wonderful.

Yesterday, I watched a twenty minute video shot on Tuesday by a chopper crew from a television station(WLBT), an NBC affiliate in the area. Twenty minutes of destruction. The chopper flew along the coastline from Long Beach to Gulfport to Biloxi. There is almost nothing left along that stretch of coast extending one-half to three-quarters of a mile inland except debris. Such a lovely place now destroyed.

The area will be rebuilt. Ever kicked down an ant's nest? They scatter and scramble and run around like crazy. Then they start picking up pieces of dirt and toting them away and they rebuild their little mound and go on with their lives. That's what I think the people of Biloxi will do, too. That's what they say they'll do.

But even with all the talk of rebuilding, the Biloxi/Gulfport area I remember will never exist again and the thought brings on a certain bittersweet melancholy. Those memories are in my mind, but there will never again be the opportunity to go there and have my memory jogged by the visual reminders of what I had in those months, memories of both a place and a time in my life that was so sweet and rich, that held so much personal promise. But the knowledge of it's destruction only makes the memories I keep that much more precious.

(The link I put in the title has not been updated since the August 28, 2005, just before Katrina hit.)