Boomers Blog

Melissa and I have been very busy...still....again.....haha!! We have always had an ebay business, but it has finally taken off. Please check it out.....look for another post soon...I'm tryin!! http://stores.ebay.com/Melisn...

Melissa and I have been very busy. We have always had an ebay business, and now we have taken it one step more and have an online electronics store!! Here's the adress....please check it out and PLEASE pass it along to your family and friends!! CLICK HERE

Over the summer, my family and I drove to Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. My very good friend of many years lives there. Same age as me, she has been suffering from A.R.D.S., amongst other dibilitating illnesses. Check out my PHOTOS, the area is awesome!! That's all for now....a little bit here and there....

Lets give this a go....Boomers My Space .  Wow....that was pretty simple to do......TY Jon!!!   

 

I have procrastednated (sp?) for way too long now about writting...for now I am just trying to write a little, if only a few lines a day. I've formulated in my head, what I've wanted to write about and I've been learning HTML, because I want to create a more persomalized site. I have been frequenting My Space, but basically I've just been using it as a message board and posting some pics. See, with HTML I want to be able to write one thing, be able to click on it, and it leads to another. Jon does it on here....and makes it look EASY... i'm VERY jealous!! LOL Like heres my link to my My Space....www.myspace.com/83337286.....but I wanna put a WORD or WORDS there, that would link too it....not the crap that's there. (And it doesn't come up as a link?? arrrggghhh) Once I master this, and other things...I will be writting more.

Back in the 80's and most of the 90's, I lived down south. No, I'm not talkin South Carolina, or even Georgia...SOUTH. I lived in Lousianna, Mississippi, and most of the time, Florida...the Panhandle of Florida....the part they refer to as L.A.....Lower Alabama. When I lived in Florida I lived in 13 different places, the 13th being where I stayed the longest. I was there almost 7 years. The others had had been very short, maybe a year for one, the rest, a few months here, a few months there. The last place was a townhouse...2 floors, really nice...little 2x2 yard, (the kind you can mow with a weed wacker), and was only a few blocks from the Gulf. It was then I decided I wanted a cat. I knew I didn't want a dog, I wasn't home enough to give it the proper attention it would need, back in the day I was still workin 60-70 hour weeks. So I began looking...it took awhile...I was very choosy..I didn't want a cat that was an outdoor cat, I didn't want a cat that was a stray and used to being outside, cause it was gonna be an indoor cat and I didn't think it would be fair to keep it inside against its will. A friend of mine bred cats, Persians....I didn't want one of them...they were too hairy, and ugly, with that smashed-in-always-seem-to -be-frownin, face!! She had come upon a stray wandering around here yard for some time that was going to have kittens....so she took it in. Well, when this cat had kittens, I decided that I wanted one. I went over and picked one out. I wanted a male, so I picked the runt of the litter...litte and cute. Six weeks later, he came home with me. My roommate got a kitten too, they were just about the same age. They got along well enough. It was a female. When my kitten started standing on it's hind legs, like a little kangaroo....I decided to name him roo...but spelt it Rue. Rue was a good cat, he liked to stay inside and look out the window. He wasn't overly affectionate, but he liked me. His favorite toy was a rubberband, he would toss it around with his paw, playing with it for days....he'd even fetch it if you threw it. My freinds for the most part, didn't even know I had a cat, when he heard stangers voices, he'd run and hide...which was always convinient when the owners of the townhouse came in town, cause we were't supposed to have animals!! He went with me to Iowa for a couple of years...cried most of the drive out there, for he hated the car. He came to Pennsylvania with me, where I am now. He knew good people when he saw them....when he took to a person...it was always a good sign...he took to my mom right away, and he took to my partner right away!! He didn't stay very small though....he was a BIG boy....ended up being 25 pounds. He liked to sleep on my feet, he'd purr and purr. In the morning when I'd come in from doing the papers, he'd meet me at the door, flop over and wait for me to rub his belly. Rue didn't see any of the Super Bowl this year, he left us sometime during the night. In April he would have been 15. I hope where he went are lots of rubberbands for him to play with and no mean cats to harrass him. I want to thank him for being in my life,he was a good, gentle soul, he was a good friend.

I want to start writting again....maybe this weekend.....specially if it snows!!! Sound good? OK!!

NFL Officals said on CNN earlier today that although they may be able to repair the hole in the roof of the Superdome, it looks like they MAY have to play the early part of  the season elsewheres.

There is so many things wrong with this statement....that I'm not even sure where to begin!! First off, they haven't even evacuated the 25,000 homeless people that have been living in the cesspool the used to be the Superdome.   Here's a quick question....if the people are still there when the first game is scheduled....will they make them pay for a ticket???   I love football......but that's pathetic!! 

On a better....more humanitarian note....the governor of  Texas say the "residents" of the Superdome can be brought to the Houston Astrodome.  He says the Astrodome's schedule has been cleared to December andthat the people can stay there as long as they need to!!   Hmmmm......maybe there is HOPE afterall......it's a sad world we live in sometimes.......Just my thoughts!!

No one faint.....yes, I am actually going to write a little today...:lol:. Todays local newspaper headline (which we deliver)  has prompted me to.They have decided to close our local naval base down, Willow Grove NAS.  Now while I was never stationed at Willow Grove, I was Air Force, my father was. My father was a very devote Navy man. In his younger years he was active duty, which is to say full time.  After he got married and had kids, he went back as a Weekend Warrior...the reserves....and he was DAMN proud of it!!  And I was proud of him....I kringe at what he would think of the mess we have made of things today.   I am pretty sure he would feel that base closings were NOT the answer.    I used to go to the base with my dad  alot....and sometimes my mom would even go.    My dad would take me all around the base with him,this was WAY before 9/11, and  he could tahe me just about anywhere he wanted.   Sometime we would go up at night and see a movie for 5o cents, watching them  from folding chairs.   They would be cheap just cause they would be older releases, this was before VHS or DVDs.   I have seen many a air show at that base....with my mom and dad, with Melis and our son.  The  Blue Angels flew there many, many years.  They had good show, they had tragic shows.   I'll have to stop by the base and get some pictures before they remove all the aircraft, it will be a while, they have a Guard Unit they're not sure what they want to do with....ahhh, to have your fate lie in the hands of the government, lucky them...Yes, I will miss the base....it leaves me with just memories.

   I started to think about my own military career and how many of  MY bases have met there demise.  By doing Googlesearchwork, (yes, thats one word...LOL) I found that 3 of my 5 bases are now gone....closed, terminated.   I went boot camp at Lackland AFB Texas.  Now wereas it IS still open, it seems that it's fate is up in the air and at least one facility that I know of is being moved, and that's there hospital, Willford Hall which will be moved to another base.  Then I was at Lowery AB in Denver,Colorado....Closed....early  90's.   Then as far as the other bases in the states, there was England AFB, Lousiana...closed, and Eglin AFB, Florida, which is the largest base in the free world and will be around long after I'm gone.  Now I was  also overseas,....I was in  Germany, Bitburg Germany to be specific.  This was prolly one of my favorite bases, and holds the most memories.   Sadly, it has closed.  I found a site that has pics of before, when it was still open, & aft er it had been closed and turned over to private industry.   I'm not sure whether to feel sad or just laugh over the fact that our dinning hall has been turned into a titty bar, or the movie theater that sat across from my barracks is some sort of Islamic church!!  Am I a Base Jinx?

Ok....that's it for now...I'm wrote out....TBC

(Reprinted w/permission from Cuttter)

 

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

 

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

Reposted with permission from Cutter)

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.


Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

It was the summer of my 17th year, I was fresh out of high school, and headed for boot camp in the Air Force.  I flew down to the bowels of Texas, yes, I said bowels.  That August the heat was so unbearable, most days we couldn't run, and if we were lucky..march.  My first memory of this adventure was on a slab of concrete.  As we stood there, still in our civilian clothes...'civies' they called them, suitcases by our side, I remember thinking "how can it be so hot, and the sun not be out?."  The sun had been gone for hours.  It was then that we were enlightened by the screaming of our drill sargent....up-in-your-face-screaming ....the first of many.  While he commanded us to stand at attention, and not move...I can still remember the feeling of that bug, crawling up the pantleg of my worn, faded, beige cords.  It then bit me, much to my displeasure....and I did not move an inch....for fear of attracting attention....recieving more screaming.  Yup....Welcome to the Air Force!!

     The weeks ahead were basically uneventful, short of the fact that eight days after my arrival, my father, who had been sick, passed away.  I returned home on emergency leave for eight days. When I returned, I was forced to start over again with another set of recruits, for my flight was too far ahead for me to catch up.   Days were spent in the classroom, learning military procedures, outside with the obstacle course and such,  and on that concrete slab.  If you are familar with the saying 'hurry up and wait', well, the military invented that.  I think we spent more time at attention on that concrete slab, then anywhere else.  On this slab there was one area off to the side that was a large square, maybe 12X12 or so.  If you were a smoker, you were permitted to go into this square, freely wander around, and smoke.  If you didn't smoke, you remained at attention, in formation, and did not move.  Hmmm....well, I had made it through school, with all the peer pressure and such, and never smoked.....but this was just a little much for me....thanks to Uncle Sam I now smoked, and continued to do so for 15 years.   That's about it for boot camp....next we move on to Technical Training.......  

I have decided to write about my adventure, my military adventure.  Could prove to be interesting....more later.