Stiffer sentences for murderers whose victims are African-American.
“Black men are an endangered species,” said McGee. “You have to protect endangered species. There is no other ethnic group or person in the world than the black man in America who is losing their life at the rate we’re losing our lives.”
The article speaks for itself. I’m speechless.
I can’t tell you how absolutely wonderful it feels to be caught up on client work! Actually, I probably did tell you already. Yes, it’s truly a liberating feeling.
Oh sure, I have a lot of work to complete, but all of the work is fun. Yes, I said fun! I’m also working on a new site for an actress — and she was on Crossing Jordan last nite! That was pretty cool, seeing her in the first 10 minutes of the show, although she was shot shortly after her appearance (she was the social worker with the daughter of the dead guy). But at least she wasn’t killed, so she’ll return in a couple of weeks – ha.
A-a-n-d, I’m creating a new-do for Ink2Art. It’s time… getting a little stale to me. So that’s fun. Nope, still haven’t finished putting FMG back together. Pretty extensive job, and not all that fun.
Fun, fun, fun. I’m putting the FUN back into my work. It’s all about the fun for 2006!
ALSO fun – hubby retires in 5 days!! That tops my fun list this week. After 32 years he will be out of there. Well, the whole plant will be outta there, we’re just fortunate that he can retire first! yeah baby! He’s taking the summer off for FUN, then will probably do something job-ish. We’ve always talked about him being in security at the hospital. I think he would make a wunnerful security guy (what do they call ’em? Dimestore cops? no… umm… what is it??) I do think he’d be a hit with the staff, indeed. Nice and intimidating for the no-gooders, as well as a sweetheart for the rest of us. So that would be cool, yes?
Okee, I’m off to have fun! c’ya later.
(this comment moderating is a PITA – good suggestion Annie – I’ll have to try that)
byeeeeeeeee
Honestly, I am so dorky lately (dorkiER). I just made a pot o’ coffee, filled up my little canister with some freshly ground stuff, then I pressed the bag against my chest to get the air out before I sealed it up again. Yup, just like Pigpen from Charlie Brown – a full cloud of fine coffee dust poofed up around my face and in my eyeballs. duh.
Kind of like when I stopped in the hallway at the hospital to help a guy in a wheelchair get moving. He was stuck for some reason, and as I bent over to try and unlock a wheel, or whatever was making him immobile, he said something that I didn’t quite get, and I kept futzin’ around. Finally, I tuned in to what he was trying to tell me – my water bottle (opened water bottle), which I had stuck under my armpit to free up my hands, was draining all over the floor while I was bent over. double duh.
I’m not the only *duh* around here tonight. I got an email from an FMG visitor. Yes, she “loves my stuff” BUT, and I quote, “i just wish you put the effort of mouse-over effects. i am so used to seeing them everywhere that it seems without them i am transported back to 1995.”
Welll well well. I politely told her that for my paying clients, I give them whatever they want. Ya get what you pay for, right? geeeesh. Some people, I tell ya.
Hey, the TV Land Awards are on, and there’s all of these old tv show people on it. eh. Not in the mood. Actually, I’d love to go to bed right about now, but then I’d wake up way too early – it’s my saving lives weekend. Anyhooo… awww, the whole Dallas gang. I don’t remember Charlene Tilton’s boobs being that big…
Ok, I’m outta here. Have a loverly Sunday you guys!
Did I ever tell you any of my fishy stories? I happened to hear something on the tv in the background about a fish taxidermist and that reminded me of my own experience with stuffing a fish.
I used to be a tropical fish aficionado (had 6 tanks at a time, the grand-daddy was a 90 gal tank). I loved my fishies and they loved me – really. Anyway, Dude was a big old 8 inch Oscar who had his own tank to himself.
Sooo, one morning my daughter called me at work and whispered into the phone, “Dad wants to tell you something,” and quickly put hubby on the phone. Now, that was freakin’ me out to begin with ‘cos they never called me at work.
“Honey? I have some bad news.”
“Oh no, now what?!” (still freakin’ out)
“Dude died.”
“What???”
“Dude is dead. When we got up this morning and went into the living room, he was on the floor over by the window. Dead.”
“oh”
“I put him in the freezer in case you want to get him stuffed.”
“oh. OH, ok. Well, that was sweet of you… I’ll have to check that out, I have no idea what something like that would cost…”
“OK honey. I’m sorry. I know he meant a lot to you. He must have just jumped out of the tank…”
“Ya, jumped to his death… hey, gotta go. Love you.”
“Love you too. See you tonite. Bye”
“Bye.”
I did look into having him stuffed, but it was some ridiculous price, and of course I never did… but wasn’t that sweet of hubby to think of me like that? awww.
I also got stung by my Lion Fish, Lenny. Lenny was also king of his own salt-water tank, and really was a gorgeous fishy (these photos are old n’ moldy). Lion Fish have venomous spiny fins, and I knew enough to steer clear of them, but once when I was cleaning the inside of the tank, I ran into one of those spines, and he had no choice but to sting me (he didn’t do it on purpose, it was my fault).
OUCH. It was really quite painful, but I did recall something about running the puncture wound under hot, hot water to dissipate the effects of the venom. I also called the ER to see if I should do anything different, and they advised me to come in.
Well, I probably was their comic relief that nite, because everyone that came in to see me kept asking, “You got stung by a what? A lion?” Ultimately, they decided that I would live, gave me some benadryl, told me to keep a hot compress on it, and sent me home.
So those are a couple of my fish tales. There’s lots more, but I won’t keep you. Mumsy and I even went to a fish convention, imagine that! AND, my license plate proclaimed my love for Cichlids (the kind of fish we kept). Groovy.
I was going to tell you a rain and penicillin story, but I must go. I’ll tell ya later, k?
OH, btw, the spammers have found my comments, so I’ll be approving the comments from now on – so if you don’t see your comment, I haven’t checked’em yet. Sorry about that, I know it’s a pain in the butt.
Damn spammers.
I just watched a fascinating movie, Something the Lord Made. It’s about the first heart surgery for “Blue Baby” syndrome at Johns Hopkins Hospital. You’ll have to read the synopsis ‘cos I suck at that. Between the movie and a new show on Discovery Health, Medical Maverik, I am proud to be a life saving health professional.
We work miracles every day. We really do save lives. We save people from the consequences of their recklessness, their environment, their being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and their genetic roll of the dice.
We comfort, problem solve, advocate, and serve.
We get blood on our hands, tears in our eyes, and gratitude in our hearts.
We make decisions, make mistakes, and make people’s quality of life better, if only for a few more days, months or years. Or not.
Sometimes it’s just a job, but in the end, I am proud of what I do and the difference that I make.
What pleasant thoughts to end my day.
xoxo
Wow, after reading a glimpse of how David Bowers (link via AnnieBanannie) begins his paintings, I am reminded of why I don’t paint. I need more immediate results… impatient I guess.
I have to tell ya, a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I am 99% caught up with current client updates. A few that were still leftover from the boatload of requests that I got around Christmas! whew, it really, really feels good. Now I can begin a couple of new sites (no hippie guy from Jersey though, he never contacted me again — bummer).
I’m sleepy. And full. Just ate a big bowl of cereal. :::yawn:::
later all.
