WHY G-STRINGS FIT WOMEN BETTER THAN MEN.

Got this from The Wicked Wench.
Couldn't resist sharing it.
I blew coffee out of my nose when I opened it.

Love ya Wench!

HE WOULD HAVE TURNED 29 TODAY

I will never forget you. See? Upon the palms of my hands I have written your name.
Isaiah 49:16


This is the second time we've had to celebrate your birthday without you here.

I miss you little brother.
Our family just isn't the same without you.
It seems so much smaller.

If you were here with me today I would take your hand in mine and tell you how much you mean to me. How I still think of you every day. How much I wish I could pick up the phone and hear your voice on the other end of the line.

It has been a year and a half since you were taken from me, but still I can hear your voice in my ear just as clearly as if you were in the room with me.

Your laughter still rings in my ear so clearly... as if I had only just heard it yesterday.

The redbird you have chosen as your earth bound form has visited us all.
It has been a soothing presence to look outside the window and see you sitting there, watching over us.

From the first day that the redbird walked up to mom and dad's door and began tapping on the glass we have felt your presence with us. And what a wonderful greeting on the first morning after their move back into the 'old' house to see the very same redbird sitting on the patio, sending a message that where ever they are... you are there too. They could sense that you were happy that they finally went back 'home'. For that house is surely the one we all think of as home.

The redbird came and perched on our patio table this morning.

I guess you must have heard me crying in the dark last night.
I wonder... is that you in your chosen earth-bound form? Come to watch over us?
Or is it simply your chosen messenger? Sent to let us know we are never alone? That you are never far from us?

I want to say more to you... I have so many words, but for now I cannot stop the tears from flowing and my heart aching from missing you. I had the most difficult time just making myself get up and get dressed today. Facing this beautiful sunny day has been a terrible challenge.

I miss you so much I can barely breathe.



Long is the way and hard, that out of darkness leads to light ...
Milton (Paradise Lost)
Out of context I know, but still these words haunt my thoughts.

I am listening to 'Live Like You Were Dying' by Tim Mcgraw, letting the tears flow. Crying like a girl.

It is not lost on me how hard you would be laughing at me right now for being such a sissy wimp.

Peace Up ATown


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A Visit With Noonie!

Be The First In Your Neighborhood To See The Video...

Girls Gone Wild!!!!

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!


Noonie and I at the Gardens!


We both brought our hats!


Then we swapped hats... ooooooh kinky!


Oooooh baby! Feel the love!
See that lady behind us? Staring away?
She must have been wondering when we were going to start ripping each other's clothes off!
We were definitely the cutest non-lesbians making out in the park that day.




Definitely too much sun! Where the hell did we leave our hats?

LOVE YOU NOONIE GRRRL!

Breast Cancer Commentathon Supporters

Posted for Greg Hammond of californiahammonds.com
The buttons are going up and I would like to thank everyone personally who is doing their part to support the commentathon.

So far these are the blogs proudly displaying their buttons for April 1st.
If you have yours up and I missed it please let me know. I will be checking nightly and adding to the list.

I can't tell you how many people in our little blogger community have been touched by breast cancer... there are more popping up every day... my thoughts today are for Trashman for what he is going through... bless you and yours sweetheart.

and Jay... who has suffered his loss and continues to be a one-man fundraising wizard.
He is shutting down his blog due to being pregnant. heheh
Deserter!

Love to you all for your generosity and beautiful spirits.
I feel blessed everyday to be part of this special group of people... my blogger family.

You are all amazing to me.

If you need a button you can get one here.

Or you can create your own link back to
http://californiahammonds.com

First out of the box
um
well rather 'IN' the box and with a post to boot!
The stunning and ever prettiful Doc in the Box!

Then there are my peeps...
Me Jenn
AdventureChick Sara
GreekGoddess Jenn (pregnant blogger)
My Boy Toy DerekS
AshleyRose
SE7EN
Kat
And Kat has done a post about her step mom's struggle and victory over breast cancer.
What an inspiration!
Rocket Jones put up the link last week and has sent quite a few MuNuvians from his site.
Thanks Dude!


Up and running!
The Queen of Chaos
CeltiGrrrl
RandomAimee
Catt(pregnant blogger)
What the hell is up with all of these pregnancies?
Our new motto...
Bloggers do it without condoms!


Let me know if I'm missing your link and GO COMMENT DAMMIT!

If I knew

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all! I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

We are like peas and carrots Jennaaaay!

Go Jenn... it's your birthday!
Go Jenn... it's your birthday!


Happy Birthday Jenn... I wuv you!

Tricia I see you lurking way down there in the bottom corner!
Jenn

I was looking up your dress.
Hey, you aren't wearing any underwear!
heheh
Tricia

I'm not even wearing a dress!
Jenn

Cover yourself!
Bad kitty!
Tricia

ok but I refuse to wear undies!
Jenn

Well if you're not wearing undies, then I'm not wearing undies either!

*takes off undies
*throws them at Jenn

I'm free!!!!
Tricia

Wooohooo the liberation!
Jenn

Hey is there a draft in here?
My ass is getting cold
Tricia

Oh sorry I will shut the air conditioner off!
Jenn

Stop looking up my skirt!
Okay, you can.
I don't really mind.
Tricia

Skirts we are suppose to be wearing skirts Tricia! Damnit woman why didn't you tell me before I thought by "cover yourself" you meant with my hands!

Shit I can't find a skirt to go with these boots!
Jenn

Here you can have mine!
*takes off skirt throws it at Jenn
Whoo Hoooooo
Nakey time!
Tricia

Thanks Tricia only a true friend would give you the skirt right off of her ass!
Jenn


And her undies too!
You owe me BIG TIME!
Tricia



You promised me more pictures give' em up!

I love playing blogtag with Jenn.
She is one of the best things to happen to me in years.
Jenn and Vader have literally saved me from myself and been the best friends I have been needing for years.

Most memorable conversations between Jenn and I.


I'm first.... wooohooo
I'm RiffRaff,
but then, you already knew that!

I'm first woohooooooo!!!
*does a cartwheel...trips over chair*
shit that hurt!
Tricia |

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TRICIA WATCH OUT FOR THE CHA...too late I tried to warn you!!!
Jenn |

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I chipped a nail
OMG

Stupid chair!
*kicks chair*
Ouch shit!
Tricia |

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I am throwing that damn chair out the freaking window! It is nothing but trouble!
Jenn |

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And I'm going to help you throw it out the window!
Then go to the hospital,
I think I broke my toe!

Where the hell is Justin when you need your toe licked.
Tricia |

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Damn Chair, Damn men, nothing is dependable anymore! I wil drive you to the hospital, cause we can't count on anyone else showing up!
Jenn |

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Go to bed... you're loud and you're keeping me awake!
Tricia |

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I wrapped my toe in tin foil so the aliens can't send me messages through it.
Tricia |

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Hey, you still awake?
Kicks Jenn (with good toe)
Tricia |

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goodnight Tricia I will try to keep it down!
Jenn |
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oh and good call on the tin foil!
Jenn |
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You better, I still have one good arm... and I'll use it missy!!!
Tricia |
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ok I am typing very quiet now!
Jenn |
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I want to make the word list next time...heheh
tricia |
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I think Tricia would make a good word list!
Jenn |

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Me too
tricia |
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Yes, but my lists are random. Her list would be something like:

collin
smack
with
tire
chain

Collin
_ _ _


I wub your pics...now where are the one's of us on the pool table?
Tricia |

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Tricia,
I just forwarded them to Collin he is going to do a whole website just for them that is if he can quit playing with his chinchilla long enough!
Jenn |
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WHY STROKE IT WHEN YOU CAN RAM IT
Jenn said that heheh...


Tricia,
I love you!
Jenn |
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Jenn,
I love you too!

just wanted to say that... yeah I'm goofy!
Tricia |

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Tricia,
You may be goofy, but you keep me sane!
Jenn |
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just hanging out for a while!
Checkin' out your undies
hmmmm... can't seem to find any...
Tricia |

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Tricia,
You know you can't find them, I don't know why you keep looking!
Jenn |

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And of course our FORUM conversations are practically INFAMOUS!
Jenn Tricia

JENN:
Collin,
How in the world am I suppose to tell my thingy from everyone elses thingy, there are far to many thingys flapping around!

Tricia:
Jenn,
we will all recognize your thingy when it's flapping around in here.

Jenn:
Tricia your up late.
is the kitty better, that should get some laughs.

Tricia
I killed the kitty *taps playing in background*

At least until tomorrow!


Jenn
I meant the garfield cat, but that was funny Tricia! I changed the icon to the cat.


Tricia
Oh...
*sheepish*
I'm kinda sensitive about my recent kitty abuse.
But I WAS wearing undies the whole time.


Jenn
Tricia,
You know what? I find with the whole underwear thing is that when you need to get them off quickly you get them just around your ankles and end up tripping on them, hitting your head, and going to the emergency room.

Jenn
Tricia,
It has been far to quiet in here for way to long. I say we seize control away from Collin and livin' it back up in this little place. WAY TO QUIET people, and I desperately need something to make me laugh at this point in life!!!

Tricia
It's Collins fault. He never posts ANYTHING anymore!

Bastard! Stupid chinchilla hugging bastard!

Jenn
Yeah, he wants us to think he has a life now. How can you have a forum, a blog, and a life? It just can't be done! Not possible!
Collin we need to be entertained babe! Tricia and I grow weary of all the silence here!

Collin
You are right. It's not possible. *sigh* So I guess I have to give something up...

But I can't. So I guess I will have to learn to not sleep and do the impossible!

(grumbling while breaking out the juggling balls)...

doot-doot-dodee-dodee-doot-doot-doodah!

Tricia
Collin,
put your balls away and post.

God, I gotta tell him everything!

Derek, the smells still here... is he still spilling beans?

Jenn
Tricia,
He actually listened and posted! I think he typed one handed though so he didn't have to let go of his balls.



Go ask a grow up why women like harleys! There is more to it then your young mind could understand.
Jenn

Harleys are for men with little weenies.
Oh, let me PROVE I'm a man. I have this big ole Harley. I ride it up and down my street everyday to show the world I have a big...uh Harley.
Tricia

K Jenn,
thems fightin words...and in case you forgot in my redneck law book I now have the right to commit 'simple battery' on your ass.
Lets go sister!
Put your dukes up chicken shit!
Tricia

Sorry Tricia,
it is apparent you have never been on a Harley! The feel of one between your legs, the vibration, rattling your entire body, shaking you. Then you lean forward just a little bit and it hits that spot, yeah you know the one, ooohhh yeah baby Harleys are awesome, they can do things men are not even aware of.
Jenn

Jenn,
I've had better sex with the little carousel horse outside the Walmart...you just lean forward and let it vibrate between your legs, then you lean back into it... ooooh yeah....ooooh, I'm a cowboy.
Course then some little shit four year old starts crying that the mean lady won't let him have a turn on the horsey!
Why don't they put those things in the ladies room anyway! I need my privacy!
Dammit!
Tricia

OH Tricia,
Yeah that would almost be as good as the Harley! I think your onto something we should go into business, installing them in bathrooms across America! Or maybe we should just get us some cowboys!
Jenn

Ride 'em cowgirl!
Tricia

Yeeehaww
Jenn


I’m a cowboy, on a carousel horse I ride

I’m wanted dead or alive

I’m a cowboy, I got Walmart on my side

I’m wanted dead or alive

Tricia



Happy Birthday Jenn... I wuv you!

FLUGTAG RAMSTEIN AIR FORCE BASE GERMANY

Italian Flyers, the Frecce Tricolori Crash during
the Ramstein Air Base Airshow

Remember...
• 70 Killed
• 450 Injured
• Thousands witness tragedy
• Countless heros
Those of us who witness tragedy often wonder why we were spared and so many others were not.

Maybe...we are left behind to make sure others remember...and to make sure we never forget.

On August 28, (1988) more than 300,000 people gathered at Ramstein US Air Force Base near Frankfurt, West Germany. They had come to watch performances by aerobatic teams, the annual Flug Tag Air Show.
Seven planes were doing a maneuver in the shape of a heart when three of them clipped each others wings.

The result was the worst disaster in Air Show History.

The planes clipped each other.


Two of the planes crashed on the runway. One went hurtling towards the crowd.


As the plane struck the ground it began to catapult into the crowd.
Most people did not even have a chance to run... They just stood staring as the ball of metal and jet fuel headed straight at them.

I was also there that day.
I was stationed at Landstuhl.

I had my four month old son in a stroller and I had taken the day to spend time with my German girlfriends.
This was the first time that they had been on post.

I remember having a bad feeling that day.
Someone made a comment behind me... "One of these planes is going to end up crashing". That statement from a fellow soldier somewhere in the crowd garnered a roll of muttered agreement through the crowd.

We were standing very close to the ice cream van.
I remember thinking that people were being very nice to let us up front with our baby in the stroller.

As the French team flew overhead I had a terrible ominous feeling.
I had to crane my neck as they flew from the air field, over our heads and out of sight behind us.

When the Italian team began to fly so near, I got butterflies in my stomach. I usually would ignore those feelings as just being paranoid and force myself to stay and not 'be stupid'.

I turned to my best friend Christiana. "I don't think they are supposed to fly right over the crowd". I said to her.
"If they had an accident we would not be able to get out of here".

I knew I was not just being paranoid when I looked at Christiana.
Christiana looked at me like she was really scared. "We wouldn't be able to get the stroller out of here. Somebody would trample it", she said.

At that point she removed my son Joshua from the stroller and held him as we turned and started walking towards the barracks. We had a friend who's barrack's were right off of the flight line and, although we knew that we would not be allowed to go into the barracks, especially with the baby, we still headed that way.

I figured my friend would have some idea where we could go to wait for the next bus back to post.

My husband Troy (we weren't married yet) was working that day at the emergency room at LARMC so I could not get a ride from him.

I remember everything like slow motion from that point.
I remember it was so pretty out there.
Just a beautiful day.

My other friends had run off to flirt with GI's and do the things that 20 year old German girls do when they are finally let loose with a bunch of Air Force guys.
I asked Christiana if we should go look for them.
"No, let's just get to the barracks and we'll let the guys go find them.

We got to the front door of the barracks. As I reached my hand down and grabbed the front door, the planes hit. There was screaming.
I still had my hand on the door as the plane hit the crowd. I will never forget that feeling. My entire body was shaking from the blast. It felt like an earthquake. The building was groaning and every glass window was shaking so hard that I thought for sure they would break.

I screamed at Christiana. There wasn't any blast noise really. More like something had hit and sucked all the air away for a minute. I had the sensation that there was ringing in my ears, but I couldn't hear it.
Just intense pressure.

I was yelling as loud as I could to get inside and Christiana couldn't hear me. I felt like my eardrums were going to burst.

We made it inside the door and we were screaming that there was an earthquake. Airmen came running from all over the building, somebody grabbed me and asked if I was Okay.
"The planes just crashed", he said.
"No, I think it's an earthquake"! Sounds crazy now, but somewhere in my mind I knew it COULDN'T be the planes. A plane crash would be loud and this was just heat and pressure.

We found my friend as he was leaving his room to run outside. He grabbed my son and said, "you have to go they called a mass-cal (mass casualty) at LARMC”.

I worked on 1 Delta at LARMC. That is the psyche ward. What the hell good was I going to be in a mass casualty situation?

My friends took Josh and said they would take him back to my girlfriend's house. I had to get on a bus. The Emergency Commander on Ramstein got a bus to carry all soldiers back to LARMC.

When I arrived at the emergency room it was already full of gurneys. It was nearly silent.
I have never witnessed anything like it.

There was a little blond haired girl laying on a gurney, she could not have been more than five. Her burns were so severe that she wasn't even crying. Her eyelids were burned off and she was staring at me and her chest was heaving up and down struggling for breath. The only sound from her was a gurgling as she tried to breath. I don't know if she lived, my husband worked on her, but refuses to discuss it.

At this point I remember almost passing out. My husband came up behind me. "Go see 'So and So' (sorry, can't remember her name), she is in charge of setting up beds”.

I was taken upstairs to an empty ward. The guys were bringing in empty beds and we began putting linen on them.
Some guys were bringing in some other material for burn patients to lay on, they explained to me that this would stop them from sticking to the sheets.

I wish I could remember more... or not.
I don't know... it is like a movie I saw, but kept closing my eye's through the scary parts.
I know what happened, but I can't remember it.

I know it lasted all day, but I can only remember a few scenes here and there.

I don't remember riding in the ambulance. I don't know how I got back to Ramstein. I must have ridden in SOMETHING... yet nothing comes to memory.

I went back to Ramstein and our psych department set up an information center for the people who were waiting to hear news about missing loved ones.

It was in some type of auditorium. It was packed full of crying families. I spoke a little German and I was taking names to compare with the ones coming in from the hospital. I was there a long time, but again, I cannot remember more than one or two things.
I remember sitting with a German grandma and grandpa who were looking for their daughter and granddaughter. I remember sitting and rubbing her back while she was crying and clinging onto me.
I remember at some point passing out Kool-aid in dixie cups.

If I met someone who had gone through a traumatic experience like that and couldn't remember what happened, I would tell them to see a psychiatrist. I, however, don't want to think about it.

This is the first time I've ever written about that day. I was much more traumatized than I realized. I am crying as I write this.

I received a 'Letter of Commendation' from the Air Force Commander for helping set up the Information Center.

My husband, who saved countless lives in the ER that day, did not.

My friend from the barracks was given the task of walking the flight line and picking up body parts the next day, but he did not receive a 'Commendation' either.

I have never read that 'Commendation'. I have seen it only once since we left Germany. I found it when we were in the process of moving... I don't know where it is now.

I don't want to see it. It is just a reminder of how utterly useless I felt on that awful day.

There were many more deserving than I, and if I could give that 'Commendation' to anyone I would have given it to my husband... he was truly a hero that day.

We also lost a good helicopter pilot that day, Lt. Strader, in his UH60 Blackhawk, was there for medical evacuations. One of the planes that crashed on the runway actually came down on the Blackhawk. Lt. Strader was inside of it.
God Bless you and yours.

There are memorial sites devoted to the survivors of Flugtag.
They allow people to narrate their own story of their experience on that day.
I recommend that if you have been effected by this disaster you check out the sites and add your story.
It is a way to get out the terrible memories of that day with others who went through it.

My banner and anime came from
flugtag

I read the stories of others present that day and added my own to Rocket Jones


Ramstein: 70 Tote bei Flugschau - Flugtag auf dem US-Luftwaffenstützpunkt in Ramstein. Bei strahlendem Wetter drängen sich an diesem Sommertag 300.000 Zuschauer. Es ist der 28. August 1988. Um 15.45 die Katastrophe: Die italienische Kunstflugstaffel "Frecce Tricolori" setzt zu ihrem letzten, besonders spektakulärem Manöver an, dem "durchstoßendem Herz". Dabei fliegt eine einzelne Maschine durch einen Pulk von anderen Maschinen und nähert sich diesen bis auf wenige Meter. So soll es sein - aber an diesem Tag misslingt das waghalsige Kunststück. Einer der Unglücksjets rast als Feuerball auf die Zuschauer. Insgesamt müssen an diesem Tag 70 Menschen sterben, unter ihnen auch viele Kinder und Frauen.

Updated 28 August 2006