Bunnies! Bunnies! It Must Be Bunnies! Or Maybe Gravy Boats

"If you listen to your fears, you will die never knowing what a great person you might have been."

-Robert Schuller

Several years ago, about a year or two after I moved into my cottage, I was driving up my drive way, and to my surprise I saw this amazing bunny just hopping along, toward the back of the property where my house sits. I couldn't help but smile, it was spring after all, and a cute little silver bunny was paying me a visit. I figured it was probably one of Elvis's wildlife friends. LOL. He has so many, including a raccoon that actually knocks on the back door late at night, to see if he can come out to play. I kid you not. Elvis is a popular cat in our neighborhood. :)

Of course the bunny also made me smile because I couldn't help but think of one of my favorite characters from "Buffy The Vampire Slayer," Anya. See, Anya had an overwhelming fear of bunnies. All bunnies, even stuffed bunnies. LOL. I don't remember the show ever fully explaining why she was so afraid of them, she simply was, and that was that. I found it hard to believe that a former vengeance demon would be afraid of anything, but I guess fear knows no bounds. I guess that is why it always made me think about my own fears, the long term ones, and the short lived ones... and put a little more thought into whether or not they were indeed reasonable.

I don't fear the Easter Bunny, but I have an overwhelming fear of Santa Claus. I don't fear the Christmas Krampas, but again, I shiver and my heart pounds if a mall Santa even says hello to me. I don't even fear the ghouls of Halloween, so why would such a jolly holiday icon scare me silly? I guess I will never find out the answer as to why Santa scares me so much, it hasn't exactly been a priority in my sessions with Sarah, but maybe it should be. LOL. I wonder... is it really unreasonable? Hmmm. I suppose I could write a little song about that fear, you know, just in case I should suddenly burst into spontaneous song like Anya did in the episode, "Once More With Feeling."

Anya...

Bunnies aren't just cute
Like everybody supposes!
They got them hoppy legs
And twitchy little noses!
And what's with all the carrots?
What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?
Bunnies! Bunnies! It Must be bunnies!
Or maybe midgets.

"Anya" Tabula Rasa

Apparently Anya was also afraid of midgets. LOL. She was so afraid of bunnies, that in the very next episode "Tabula Rasa," she was accidentally inflicted with temporary amnesia, yet still remembered her fear of bunnies! Now that's fear! I guess the most unreasonable fear I have carried around for any length of time was my fear of ceramic coffee mugs. I don't mean to keep teasing you about that, I promise to share that one soon, it's just that I can't believe I ever felt that way. Weird. So many of my fears have kept me from pursuing really good things in life. Feeling not good enough, is a lot like giving up before an opportunity comes along. It felt good to stand up for myself a couple weeks ago, when someone continued to disregard my time. A few years ago I wouldn't have. I would have said something like, "It's ok... things happen."

Yikes. That's no way to live. I have a few things right now I am scared to death of, but I have set a deadline to meet that fear face to face. I need to spend more time out in the world... meeting new people... doing new things. Like going to a movie sometime by myself. I have never done that. Isn't that odd? I don't know what I think might happen, if I went by myself, maybe I wouldn't be a good date and I would have to break up with me over it. LOL. Nah, I rock, and I know it. :) I would date me. LOL. So maybe I should... date me I mean. Take myself to the movies, and lunch, maybe even make a gravy boat at a pottery shop. That would cure two fears at one time. I do need a new gravy boat before the holiday season comes up next autumn. Yes, I will start with making a gravy boat. That's a reasonable place to start... right? :) I guess I could always take a page out of Anya's book. In the last episode she, and the Scooby gang, had to face the original big bad of all evil. Even though she was scared to death, she tapped into her fears to find the strength to face what was in front of her. She died... but she didn't die frightened. LOL. I am sure making a gravy boat won't be nearly as scary as facing the original evil. Gulp. At least I hope it won't. ;)

"Fear is that little darkroom where fears are developed."

-Michael Pritchard

-OndineMonet
"The Bunny"
Berkeley, California
April, 2003
Afternoon

John Scalzi's Weekend Assignment #159: Your Pen Name

"Do not ask the name of the person who seeks a bed for the night. He who is reluctant to give his name is the one who most needs shelter."

-Victor Hugo

Weekend Assignment #156: You've decided to become a writer under a pen name. What pen name do you choose? Because, after all, writers use pen names all the time - sometimes to maintain anonymity, sometimes to start a new career when their writing career under their real name has crashed and burned, and sometimes just because they want a different name than the one they were born with. You can assume any of the reasons for taking up a pen name. (No fair using a name that's taken: Your pen name can't be "Steve King" or Jonathan Grisham" or some such.)

Extra Credit: Using this Anagram Maker, share an amusing anagram of your name.

-John Scalzi (By The Way)

Hmmm.What if I told you that I use a pen name to pen my blog? Would you kick me to the curb? Would you turn your back on me? WINK! When I first began blogging, a lot of folks were using fake names, because they felt like they had a little more freedom to write their innermost feelings in their blogs and journals with a little more peace of mind. It is the Internet you know. I considered maybe using a different name, it had been a rough few years leading up to when I first began Ellipsis, and after all, what's in a name... right? I pondered it. Seriously. I consulted my friends, thought about it some more. Sigh! In the end, I am who I am. Right? So, Carly Gordon it was and Carly Gordon it shall stay. It's who I am.

But it's not like I never used a nickname in my whole life. For a long time I went by Chloe. It was a nickname hand picked for me by a dear friend. She thought I looked like a Chloe. One day she and I were having a "girl's day out," and over lunch, we were discussing baby names. She was due in about 5 months, and as we considered names, she asked me if I had ever wished my name was something different. I hadn't really thought about it till then, but when she said she thought I looked like a Chloe, I had to smile, because I had a cat named Chloe, when I was a little girl, and also, I used to wear the perfume Chloe. I told her I liked the name, and so, from then on, within a certain circle of friends, my name was Chloe, but that was a long time ago, and in fact the last person to call me that, Mr. November, recently moved away. Now I am just plain old Carly again. No worries.

Names are such strange things anyway. We have no choice over what our parents name us. So we could end up with a god-awful name like the one I heard on "Raines" the other night, "Harry Paratesties." LOL. Or "Luke Warmwater," which is a real name by the way, I happened to come across when I worked for the ad agency. LOL. Or that awful pen name chosen for Miss Crump on the Andy Girffith show, "Helene Alexian Dubois." Does that sound like a good name for an author of children's books? Yuck!

I don't know if I will ever write a book at this point in life, it seems that some of my dreams have been seriously boxed up, and placed on a shelf. Who knows? My best friend "H.P." has been insisting that I write a coffee table book about the Bay Area, as seen through my camera lens. He's a dreamer. :) And he is probably my biggest fan, not just my best friend, so he has all kinds of dreams for me, and all kinds of encouragement for me as well. Everyone should have a friend like "H.P." I think I will know him, well into my old lady years, where he will still be nagging me, I mean encouraging me to write that book. LOL. WINK H.P.

Ok, let's pretend I write that coffee table book, and for whatever reason I choose to use a pen name, what name would I use? Ondine Monet is a great screen name, but Alan has always thought it sounded like the name of an exotic dancer. Well, that would never do. I could use a combination of my screen name and my real name. Ondine has her own legend, so that's kind of cool. Sure. How about,"Ondine Gordon." Hey, that's not too bad. Yes, I like that. Here is how it would appear on the cover of the book...

Ellipsis

The Bay Area In Pictures

By Ondine Gordon

Extra Credit: Hows this for an amusing anagram for Carly Gordon? "A Corn Dry Log." ROFLMAO! Now that's feminine. Tee Hee.

-OndineMonet
"Another Bay Area Moment"
Fort Point
San Francisco, California
October, 2006
Afternoon

Images From Yesterday

"Those artists who say that somehow therapy or analysis will thwart their creativity are completely misinformed. It's absolutely the opposite. It opens doors."

-Paul Schrader

As you know, Wednesday's are a busy day for me. I have therapy first thing in the morning with Sarah, then I try my best to continue on with my day, as if all was perfectly fine. I do all the normal things. Hmmm... normal things? Sometimes I wonder about what normal means. Does it mean I do the shopping? Go out to lunch? Sign a petition? Prepare dinner? Make the bed? Smile politely when someone asks me, "How are you today?" It is such a pat answer, do any of us really expect any other answer than, "Just fine thank you?"

Truth is, most days, even therapy days, are just fine, although therapy days are perhaps my most challenging of all the days of the week. Yesterday... was challenging. I dealt with some more recent things that have been invading my peace of mind. Recent let downs, and losses. Sarah and I talked about Mr. November, and what it means to let go. We talked about how Alan and I are doing really well... and feeling really close. Not that it was an issue or anything, but with marriage comes those inevitable moments of normalcy, which can impersonate mundane with great ease.

Fortunately he and I talk, and we work on things, which keeps us going the right way. And if for some reason we do start to drift, Elvis will make his feelings known. He will have no part of our family not being happy with each other. That cat has been amazing for our marriage. It felt good to share with Sarah that Alan and I recently had a long talk about where our marriage is, and also be able to talk about the past with ease. It was freeing, still, therapy is work. It's hard work, and it leaves me very sad, and very tired at the end of the hour. Thank goodness Sarah doesn't mind that I bring my camera to every session, because right in the middle of all the sadness, I sometimes see the world differently, because right out the window that sits to my right, is the world. And in the world is art...

Art. Art that is sometimes by mistake, sometimes on purpose. Art that speaks to my soul, and reminds me that life is just what is in front of us. Like the weather, it is constantly changing, and I can adjust myself to be comfortable with it, or I can sit on a couch, in my therapist's office in Berkeley, California, and cry, and complain, and wish that it didn't hurt so bad sometimes. Yesterday, in the middle of wishing, I looked out the window, and I saw a record sitting in the window of the building next door. I couldn't make out what the name of the album was, but I felt something when I saw it, so I listened to that instinctual voice in me, that tells me when to snap a photo, and I did just that... I took the picture.

When I got home, I enlarged the photo, and found it was side 2 of the soundtrack to the Broadway musical, "Hair." I was floored. All around Berkeley these days, you can see the very same sights you would have probably seen in the late 60's and the early 70's, when "Hair" was playing on stage originally. Back then it was Vietnam, today it is Iraq. We are still trying to get the message about the decline environment to be heard.We've made progress with Civil Rights, but lost ground on Civil Liberties. People's Park is still filled with the homeless, do you know that over 50% of homeless are veterans? And as I drove past a certain group of protesters, I was impressed to see that they were senior citizens, who were making their voices heard, about the injustice that is coming out of the Bush administration. Damn Hippies! LOL.

As of April 4th, 2007

Sigh. Life is painful. Life is a series of moments, that somehow become years. Can you believe it's been 5 1/2 years since 9/11? Or 4 years since we invaded Iraq? Sometimes it all feels like just yesterday. Life goes by so fast, and before you know it, well... you know... it moves forward whether we are ready to accompany it or not. Life does not ask our permission for anything, but hopefully, if we are very lucky, when we put it all together we are not so sad, that we can't find the strength to acknowledge the losses, search for our own personal truth, and find the art life, not just the pain.

Easy To Be Hard
From "Hair"

How can people be so heartless? How can people be so cruel?
Easy to be hard, easy to be cold
How can people have no feelings? How can they ignore their friends?
Easy to be proud, easy to say no.

And especially people who care about strangers
Who care about evil and social injustice
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd?
How about a needing friend? I need a friend.

How can people be so heartless? You know I'm hung up on you
Easy to give in, easy to help out

And especially people who care about strangers
Who say they care about social injustice
Do you care only about the bleeding crowd?
How about a needing friend? I need a friend.

-OndineMonet
"Another Wednesday"
Berkeley, California
April 4th, 2007
Late Morning

Round Robin Challenge: "Personal Challenges"

"Opportunities to find deeper powers within ourselves, come when life seems most challenging."

-Joseph Campbell

When I saw what the topic was for this edition of the Round Robin Challenges was, I thought to myself... "YIKES! I know exactly what to share, I will share my fear of bees." I have a pretty good reason for fearing them, see, my mother was highly allergic to them, and one day when I was a little girl, I saw her stung by a honey bee. The next few hours were really frightening. She was in her garden, tending to her roses, and I was on our front porch, enjoying a frozen juice bar, she had just bought me off the ice cream truck. It was a hot summer day, so that treat was really hitting the spot. Suddenly, I saw my mother fall to the ground. I got up and ran to her, to see she was making choking sounds and sweating. I ran across the street to my neighbor, who called an ambulance for us. It seemed like it took them forever, she was in anaphylactic shock.

My mother knew she was allergic to bees, yet chose to keep a garden anyway. She did things like that. I guess it was her way of living on the edge or something. Eventually, our HMO gave her a bee sting kit to carry with her, should she ever have it happen again. Thank goodness, it never did, but the incident left me with a huge fear of bees, and most flying creatures for that matter, and she did nothing to quell those fears. One day, a few years ago, I realized I feared more in life than I embraced. I was tired of worrying about everything, and taking on all that negativity. So, while I was in therapy to fix some problems I had, I decided to work on some of my fears. It was my way of gaining control over my life again, or for the first time... LOL. I am never really sure which it is. LOL.

I have been enjoying photographing bees the last couple years, although unfortunately I haven't yet achieved the PERFECT bee photo yet. I have lots, and lots of bee butts. LOL. I also have bird butts, butterfly butts, and even an airplane butt at low altitude... but I haven't gotten a picture of a bee smiling at my camera. I think I am going to make this year, the year of the "Flying Creatures." I have all the rest of the year to come up with one happy bee. Overcoming my fears has been exhausting, it seems like I have had so many, but each time I allow myself to face it head on, deal with the pain, and finally take the mystery out of it, I move on in life with a lot more peace. I am lucky, because most of my life challenges can be captured in the lens of my camera, which allows me to face it on my own terms. Then I can research it, learn about it, and finally move on. It's not so extraordinary really, folks do it every day. Sometime I will share about my overwhelming fear of ceramic coffee mugs! LOL. I mean my former overwhelming fear of ceramic coffee mugs. WINK!

Thank you Kerrin, this was a thought provoking challenge. I appreciated it so much! Kerrin's blog is, "A New Day A New Photo." Be sure to visit all the Round Robin participants, just follow the links below! Don't forget to visit the official Round Robin blog on Thursday, to find out what our next challenge will be! :)

Allergies To Insect Stings - WebMD

Spider Bites and Insect Stings Quiz - MayoClinic

Linking List

1. Kerrin... A New Day A New Photo
POSTED!

2. Steven... (sometimes) photoblog
POSTED!

3. Carly... Ellipsis... Suddenly Carly
POSTED!

4. Karen... Outpost Mavarin
POSTED!

5. boliyou... Percolation


6. Kat... In My Dreams I Can Fly
POSTED!

7. Nancy... Nancy Luvs Pics
POSTED!

8. Suzanne R... New Suzanne R's Life
POSTED!

9. Marie... Photographs and Memories
POSTED!

10. Teena... It's all about me!
POSTED!

11. Gattina... Keyhole Pictures
POSTED!

12. Valorie... Dear Family
POSTED!



-OndineMonet

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Blossoms & Blooms

"Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it."

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Take a snap of the latest blossoms or blooms near you. If for some reason it's still too chilly where you are, one, you have my sympathy, and two, go ahead and use a picture from your archives. But everyone should go out and take a fresh picture if they can. Let's see what spring looks like here in 2007.

-John Scalzi (By The Way)

I loved this photo shoot assignment. I had a really nice afternoon, just playing with my camera in my own world. I have three fruit trees in my back yard, a plum, a pear tree and a Meyer lemon. The plum tree is through blooming for the year, my pear tree still has some blossoms, but very few. My lemon tree is another story. It is covered with the loveliest blossoms, which are white and pale pink. The buds are a deep pink, but when they open they seem to fade to white, with a very light pink on the outside. The scent is simply amazing. Imagine a soft jasmine scent, with just a hint of tangerine. The Meyer is my favorite type of lemon, sometimes I just pick one off the tree and eat it. It is a sweeter variety, than most other lemons, and it makes some fabulous lemonade. That is one of the best parts of spring and summer around here, lemonade made from lemons grown on that beautiful tree of mine. There is nothing like citrus blossoms. :)

-OndineMonet
"Meyer Lemon Blossom"
Berkeley, California
April 2, 2007
Afternoon

Which Child Are You?

"Life is a B movie: It's stupid, and it's strange, it's a directionless story, the dialogue is lame, but in the "he said/she said' sometimes there's some poetry if you turn your back long enough and let it happen naturally."

-Ani Difranco

Mondays. Most people hate them, not me, I enjoy a good Monday. Monday is my hump day. LOL. Stop thinking naughty... lol... all I mean is that Monday's are Alan's Wednesdays. You know... hump... as in the middle of the work week? LOL. Anyway, last week is over, my mood has improved, and while I am kinda tired and fighting some of the usual affects of Fibromyalgia, I am thinking more positively then I was a few days ago. Sometimes a good rant or two can be good for the soul. You know, out with the old, in with the new. Hopefully, with the warmer weather coming in, a nice photo session I have planned with my kitty, and a Round Robin Challenge planned for this week, I will have plenty to keep me busy and happy. I slept a long time today, and I am still sleepy, so I am going to go to bed early tonight. :) Sleep, on a slightly cold night, is so wonderful. I love to climb inside the fuzzy blankets and drift off to a deep sleep. :)

The other night, or morning I should say, I tried to let go of the days irritations by doing some positive imagery. My thoughts were kind of scattered. I kept ruminating on the woes, so I began to switch to music lyrics. That was fun. I got more than one song stuck in my brain. Ever try to fall asleep while trying to get the words to "Walk This Way," out of your brain? LOL. Or worse, "Rag Doll." Steven Tyler gets me every time. What to do, what to do? It was a thinker, until I decided to go full stop on thinking all together! Ever try that? LOL. Oh my, that wouldn't work. Ok, so how about my other favorite way to drift off to sleep... The List Game. It's a version of counting sheep, only less woolly. Lists of soap opera characters, state capitols, paint color samples, crayons, anything will work as a topic, as long as you find it trivial enough that you eventually bore yourself to sleep.

Somehow, I managed to go through all my lists, and still no real sleepiness. I finally gave up, put on C-SPAN and that did the trick like it always does. I have an 8-hour video tape of a C-Span session from 1999, that I keep on hand for times when sleep is just not interested in paying me a visit. Stupid Sandman. I fell asleep just fine, but while I was asleep, I dreamed I was talking about poetry with the Invisible Man. Yep that's right, The Invisible Man. I know what your thinking, if the man I was discussing poetry with was invisible, how do I know it was THE Invisible Man? Well, see, sometime back I wrote an entry about how unusual it was to realize, while watching the movie, "Abbott & Costello Meet The Invisible Man," on AMC, that he ( the invisible man) went commando, and I recognized him from that movie. Still a strange thought though... that he (The Invisible Man) goes commando.

Anyway, Mr. Invisible and I were talking about that Mother Goose poem, "Monday's Child." You know the one...

Monday's Child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go
Friday's child is loving and giving
Saturday's child works hard for a living
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

And so I asked him, what day of the week he was born on. Now, considering the movie I was referencing was in my dream state, it would mean that I was speaking with Arthur Franz who played the invisible man in that particular movie. His character's name was Tommy Nelson. Since the movie never mentions the birthday of the invisible man, the dream went about it's way the way dreams do, meaning I probably fell into a deep enough sleep, that our conversation was no longer useful to my brain. When I woke up however, I was still considering our interaction, so I decided to look up the birthday of Arthur Franz, in his Internet biography. He was born, February 29th, 1920 and passed away on, June 16th, 2006. From there I went to Calendar Home.com and looked up what day of the week his birthday fell on. He was born on a Sunday. He was a Sunday's child.

I am a Friday's child. I was nearly a Saturday's child. I was born at 10:31 PM on June 29th, 1962. Sigh. I like my birthday, and my zodiac sign, and even where the poems places me, but I have to wonder about poor Wednesday. I know the character of Wednesday Adams was named after the poem. Wednesdays are notoriously bad days for me, which is why I will never schedule another meeting for that day of the week as long as I live. LOL. I tell myself that it isn't true, one day can't be worse than any of the rest of the week. It's just a day, then like a schmuck I schedule something important and then the fur flies, and I am right back in my bed that night ruminating on how everything would have been fine, had it not been a Wednesday. Sigh. It's exhausting, lol, but not in a good way. ;)

Wanna share? If you are one of my lurkers, now is a good time to say hello. Tell me what day of the week you were born. If you aren't sure of the day, you can find out at CalendarHome.com. Just go to the top left side of the header banner and put in a year. It will redirect you to a full calendar page for that year. Come on, you know you want to. :)

-OndineMonet
"Pear Blossom"
Berkeley, California
March 31, 2007
Afternoon

The April Fool

"If you once forfeit the confidence of your fellow citizens, you can never regain their respect and esteem. It is true that you many fool all of the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all of the time; but you can't fool all of the people all of the time."

-Abraham Lincoln

Can things in America get much more painful? Yesterday, Mary Tillman, mother of patriot, and soldier, Pat Tillman, who was killed by "friendly fire" in Afghanistan, accused President Bush of knowingly and willfully, using her son's death to promote the war. Of suppressing evidence that one high-ranking general said might, "embarrass," the president. The warning to the president came just one week after the "friendly fire," incident that killed Tillman. Of course the White House denies ever having been warned about the circumstances of Tillman's death, but that isn't any big surprise. It seems that the inner circle of the Bush administration is never involved in the scandals that have emerged in the years George Bush as been president. It's ironic, that Bush knows so little about so much.

Pat Tillman had a bright future, just as all the men and women who signed up to serve in the military did. He, and in fact all of them, deserved better than they got. Our men and women were mislead, just as the American people were, about why we were going to war. There's evidence that Halliburton was feeding our soldiers, sometimes spoiled and outdated food. No investigations into that by the president. And don't you just love Cheney, spouting that the congress and senate are letting down the troops by setting a timetable to leave Iraq? It was six weeks ago, that the story broke in the media regarding the shabby conditions at Walter Reed Hospital. Six weeks! Bush is just now paying a visit there and apologizing for it? True, he has been to Walter Reed many times to visit soldiers who were recovering from their wartime injuries, yet his visit last Friday, was the first visit since the story broke. Strange timing don't you think? Just as the truth was coming out about Pat Tillman, and the possible cover-up of what actually killed that young man.

Are you like me? When you think about the scandals, and the shame that has poured out from this administration, do you feel sick to your stomach? Do you go to bed at night, and pray you will wake up on September 10th, 2001? Sometimes when I think about how ill I was back then, how detached I was from everything, it seems like it was someone elses life. But no, it was mine. As sad as I was, and as detached as I was, the kind of evil that would take place, was never something I could have imagined. Do you ever wish you could wake up and find that the Twin Towers never fell? That there isn't a president in office who cared so little about the country he was trusted to serve, that he would have been on vacation 55% of the first 8 months he was in office? That he would ignore reports and memos regarding plans to attack America? When I think of all September 11th means right at this moment, I see that Osama Bin Laden won so much more then he set out to accomplish. Hell, Bush has handed it him on a silver platter.

Nearly every single scandal to come out of the Bush administration, can be linked back to the events of September 11th, 2001 and it's aftermath, with the exception of the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, that's a heartache of another story. Do you ever wish that we could go back to September 10th, 2001, and hug our loved ones, smile at strangers, let someone cut in front of us in traffic, cuddle our pets, feel that late summer sun, hear planes flying over our heads, smell a beautiful flower, photograph a perfect moment, brush the hair from our lovers eyes, and then kiss them like there is no tomorrow. Sometimes it feels like we will never have honesty in this country again.

Hope is certainly fleeting, unless you are one of the hopelessly ignorant like Bill O' Reilly. Shame on you Bill O' Reilly, calling for the firing of Rosie O' Donnell, all because she is asking the question about how and why Tower 7 of the World Trade Center fell.You have some nerve, considering you once said that Al-Qaeda should blow up Coit Tower, in San Francisco, because you didn't like that the citizens of San Francisco voted to officially state their opposition to military recruiting on campuses. Strange what constitutes a patriot anymore, or rather what doesn't constitute treason. Sigh. I am not much for conspiracy theories, but I have some questions about how and why Tower 7 fell, don't you? Come on Bill... not even one question for the sake of the truth?

In some ways I feel sorry for Bill O' Reilly, and folks like him, because they are the ones who will be hurt the most when they finally wake up and see things for what they are. We have in office, the most corrupt, ignorant, selfish, irrational administration in history. I will ask the same question Rosie asked a couple weeks ago on The View, "What does it take to get impeached in this country?" It has to be more than lying about a blow job...right? And now I will ask that certain question one more time, the one I will keep asking until I get THE answer we are all waiting for and deserve, "where is Osama Bin Laden? Now excuse me while I go have a deep cleansing cry, a sob really, and try my best to remember September 10th, 2001, when I felt nothing.

As of yesterday, Saturday March 31, 2007...

American Soldiers Killed in Iraq = 3245
American Soldiers Wounded in Iraq = 24, 314


Iraq 101 - Mother Jones (Very detailed article about Iraq, and the true cost of this war).

-OndineMonet