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Friday, September 30, 2005

Consider a Donation

I'm walking in Indy's 2005 Memory Walk for the Alzheimer's Association, in memory of my grandmother. I'm delinquent in asking for donations, but if you would be willing to donate even $5 or $10 to my cause, I'd be grateful.

If you'd like to donate you can go to this page, click "sponsor participant", and enter my first and last name when prompted to record your donation online. If you want to donate but would prefer to send me a check, please send me an e-mail indicating your intention to do so by Sunday and I will give you my address and make your donation up front before the walk.

Thanks in advance for your consideration - T and I will be walking with a team from my firm on Saturday at the State Fairgrounds. I'm hoping for nice weather!

Update: Special thanks to Gary, Matt & Renee, Tony, Tommy, and Mom & Dad. I raised $225, which went toward my team's total of over $7,000. Thank you all very much.

Thank You, Lord.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

12 Hours

I Need a Minute to Bitch

OK, I was fully aware that the cost of medical insurance for me and T is 10 times - that's right, 10 TIMES - the amount that it would be for just me. Fine. I'm not happy about it, but options are limited. I was over it.

Until I got paid today. And the medical premium was deducted for 2 pay periods from this one check, presumably for this week and last and then the previous pay period. I gotta tell ya', that's a hefty chunk of change. And while I realize I shouldn't complain, it's tough to swallow while looking at all the start-up costs of buying a home.

I'm hoping some of the previous pay period's premium can be pro-rated. Because my start date came in the middle of that period, I'm paying for 14 days of coverage though I was covered for only 5 of them.

Sigh. Thanks for listening.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

For Cooking

Gas or Electric?

Update: That's why I love you guys. My realtor is offering to buy me a new range as a gift. Current stove is electric, but my home is gas and I'd be willing to pay to put the connection in if necessary (she estimated ~ $300 to do that). I realize electric would probably save me $, especially these days, but I'm used to gas ranges and I like them better. Maybe I've just seen too many "cooking with gas" commercials. I'm on my way to the appliance store to try to stand firm while she shows me all the great electric stoves they have :)

Update on the Update: The trip to Lowe's was interesting. I didn't get the hard sell I anticipated from my realtor, and I liked the looks of the electric ranges better. They were prettier. Seriously - I'm no IA or Martha - as long as it works, I'll be fine. So looks do matter a bit, since I know whatever I get will work. But, indecisive as ever, I'm still debating. My plan is to pull the current range from the wall and look for the gas pipe. If it's not there, then I'm going electric and saving some $ on having one put in. If it is there, then it's gas.

Saturday Night's Alright

I was out with a couple of friends Saturday night and we hit 2 local 'hot spots.'

The preferred pick-up line of the night was any variation of "I just got back from Iraq and haven't touched a woman in 18 months." While I appreciate the sacrifice made by the soldiers, I'm not quite sure what they thought that line was going to get them. Actually, I have some idea - but it didn't work on me. They might've had more luck if any of them had been over 5 feet tall.

Also - this: you meet a guy and ask him if he has a girlfriend. He replies, "I have friends that are girls." Ah-ha. 'Nuff said.

Shoe Shopping

I was at the shoe store last night while T had to cheer on the varsity volleyball team.

While I was at the cash register paying for my purchases, a woman walked in carrying a bag from the store containing a shoe box and wearing a cast on her right foot.

I whispered to the cashier, "she wants to return 1 shoe." She laughed and called me silly.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

3 Days

-Until I close on my house. (Today is a quick walk-through to see if they replaced the door with the pet door and removed all the cat sh*t from the crawl space).

-Until bar results are posted.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Elevator Awkward

Everyone is well aware of awkward elevator silences. (I remember a speech instructor in undergrad challenging us to break that silence as often as possible and talk to strangers in the elevator just for fun.)

But I've recently become aware of another elevator phenomenon: the dance to see who should get off the elevator first. Today was a great example. When I stepped on the elevator, there were 2 people already there, a very senior male partner in my firm and a female assistant. They were standing near the back wall. After my arrival, we picked up another pair - a man and a woman, both unknown to me.

When we hit the first floor, the battle of politeness began. I always feel like I should show deference and respect to the partners of my firm or anyone my senior by letting them exit first, but those that are men generally motion for me to go first out of politeness. Today was no exception, complicated by the other passengers. I waited a moment while the men motioned for the ladies to get off the elevator, and when neither of the 2 other women stirred, I made my move. As soon as I did, so did the unknown woman. Sigh. By then was too late to turn back; I barreled through, said "excuse me," and became known to all my fellow passengers as that rude chick who pushes through to exit the elevator before everyone else.

I See...

Sundays in the fall/winter spent relaxing, watching NFL games, and doing a little work here and there - in my new house. It's a relaxing vision.

Sunday, September 25, 2005


What a doll. And who sent her that great outfit? Someone with a great sense of humor, that's who.

Speaking of chillin', T and I are hanging out at home, cheering on the Colts (who, while ahead, just threw a ridiculous interception; Peyton is killing my fantasy football team) while my parents enjoy the game from the Hoosier (RCA) Dome.

Late last week an e-mail beeped into my Outlook inbox at work; someone was selling 2 tix to today's game. My mind raced - was I free that day? Did T have a volleyball game? I checked my calendar and e-mailed the partner. The tickets were mine. And then I hatched my brilliant plan: give the tickets to my parents, huge Colts fans, as a gift and a thank you for all the help and support they've given us. I hope the Colts pull it off again!

Saturday, September 24, 2005

All Day Affair

T has a volleyball tourney today. She had to be at school @ 6:45am on a Saturday morning. Yuck.

My Mom and I are now leaving to make the over 1hr drive to the tourney. 4 games between 9am and 2pm. Go T!

Friday, September 23, 2005

Double Good News

-It's Friday!!!
-It's supposed to thunderstorm this evening.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Day 8

And I still enjoy coming to work.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Fantasy Failure

Either way you slice it (points or W/L) I suck at fantasy football. Good thing it counts only for bragging rights; I'm not much of a bragger.

Who would've thought in a QB weighted league a team with Peyton, Leftwich, and Rothlis...whatever I would be losing? But I am.

Which defense would you put your $ on this week? Patriots or Bills?

9 Days Left

My classmates and I will discover our July 2005 bar results in 9 days. 9 days!!!

As I tried to fall asleep around 11pm last night, I realized how close we are to learning our results. It's frightening.

Just yesterday, I found out that a friend of mine who graduated with me has already received word that he passed the Utah bar. Way to go, B! I'm so happy for him - and hearing that one of my classmates who took the bar at the same time I did (albeit in another state) has passed, really brought it home to me that it's almost time.

A word of warning to well-wishers. I appreciate everyone who has confidence in me and who believes without a doubt that I passed. Really I do. I'm guessing my fellow graduates feel the same way. But remember that some people will not pass. And the more you make it sound impossible for a person to have failed, the dumber they'll feel if, Heaven forfend, they do.

The key phrase, then, of the next 9 days: cautious optimism.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Open Question

Can anyone recommend a good way for me to get free online streaming music so I can listen while I'm at work?

I've been using Yahoo's free Launchcast. I don't mind the commercials at all. But when they break in every so often to say "we notice you've been streaming for a while; would you like to upgrade to Launchcast with no commercials?" I get annoyed.

Not to mention that their rating system wreaks havoc with our office pop-up blockers.

Wouldn't it be nice...

...if all the metal grates in the sidewalks of downtown Indy had a small strip of something solid so women in heels could walk across them gracefully on their way to lunch?

I think so.

Monday, September 19, 2005

...without a doubt, the reason we are 2-0.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

One Week Ago Today

One week ago today I was in Louisiana. I don't think I'd ever been, unless we passed through while driving to Texas when I was little.

I'd spent Thursday calling Red Cross chapters and looking online for places needing volunteers after spending 4 infuriating days glued to CNN, MSNBC, and FoxNews, watching the horror that was the aftermath of hurricane Katrina. By Thursday I'd realized I could continue to sit on my ass and watch TV, alternating between crying and yelling, or I could put my money where my mouth was and offer to help.

By Friday morning I stifled my fear of putting my job in jeopardy and called a partner at my firm (where I was supposed to begin work the following Tuesday) and asked if I could postpone my start date by a week or 2. He was extremely supportive, asking only for some time to make phone calls before giving me the go-ahead. The firm's main concern was setting a precedent whereby employees up and down the chain of command would begin asking for weeks off to go support their favorite causes.

But what convinced them were 2 things. The first is that I am a nurse. There are no other nurses at my firm and the argument can be made that my skills were particularly needed in the time of crisis. The second factor was situation itself. Not in most of our lifetimes has there been such devastation, such suffering, on American soil. I sat on my couch and watched as people died on highway overpasses. I was simply compelled to offer my help.

With work supporting me, I registered online through
HCRN. All Indiana volunteers who called the Red Cross were being routed through that organization. I indicated on my registration page that I was available to travel for up to 2 weeks and that I was available now, but would not be so once I began my new position. I sat and waited. All day. I heard nothing.

I realized that the Red Cross and HCRN were likely overwhelmed with volunteers. And that organizing relief efforts in such a time of chaos was likely a task that would take some time. But I grew impatient. If I couldn't find a group who needed my help within the next few days, I would begin my new job and be unable to travel at all for quite some time. I called both the Cincinnati and Chicago Red Cross chapters and asked them to put me on their lists, as well.

Saturday afternoon the call came. Could I fly out Sunday morning to assist with triage and medical care at
New Orleans airport? Of course. The rest of that day was spent making arrangements for T, trying to organize my life for the next week, and shopping for the items I was told I would need. The list rattled off to me over the phone by the RN who was supposed to 'coordinate' our trip included: the thinnest sleeping bag I could find, mosquito repellent with as much DEET as I could find, iodine tablets in case there wasn't enough drinkable water, and pants and long sleeved shirts (no scrubs so as to avoid having random people approaching us asking for drugs/treatment).

Sunday morning, following my 2 hours of sleep, my friend Tommy and I drove in circles around the Indpls Int'l Airport, following inadequate directions but finally arriving at our destination. My group was to be 25 doctors and nurses, all volunteers, all heading to La with the desire to help those in need. We introduced ourselves and indicated our areas of specialty. There were several labor and delivery folks among us, along with a couple of pediatricians, a plastic surgeon, a nurse practitioner, a nun/pharmacist, and a physician's assistant. We were also traveling with our own security, a detective from an Indiana city - provided to us by our Governor.

The CEO of the group addressed us before we boarded the plane. He told tales of almost unspeakable goings on at the airport - he wanted us to be prepared. There were 4 air marshals flying with us and 2 doctors who would be returning to Indy the same day, with a planeful of sick evacuees. We were warned to expect to care for patients who had just been airlifted to safety from rooftops and contaminated waters. We were cautioned to stay clear of a certain gate, as that was where they were piling the dead bodies. We were given notice that there would be patients who were dying and whom we would not be able to help due to lack of resources and time.

By then I was nervous, unsure if I was going to be able to handle the situation. Tommy hugged me for support and we were on our way. We walked out to the plane - no metal detectors or security guards. We dropped our backpacks and suitcases on the ground and boarded the plane. Some of us made small talk as our journey began; we'd taken off shortly after our planned 9am takeoff.

Around 10am, about 45 minutes after takeoff, one of the marshals announced "we are diverting to Nashville." Um, okay. I had no idea what was going on - had they closed airspace to NO? Was something wrong? The 2 passengers in front of me kindly pointed to the wing outside my window. There was a 'mist' coming off a strut or something - we were losing fuel.

Oh shit. I put my head in my lap and began to pray. One of the doctors in front of me just chuckled and said, "white knuckle flyer, huh?" OK. Seriously. I fly occasionally. I admit I don't like turbulence, but LOSING FUEL?!? You've got to be kidding me. That was not part of my plan. He just continued to laugh and said he'd be worried too if we weren't planning to be on the ground in Tennessee in less than 10 minutes.

We landed safely and maintenance crew came to check things out. At least 1 of our air marshals apparently used to work on planes, so he went out to offer his expertise. Most people were less concerned than I was about the whole situation. Folks were already asking the flight attendants (who had donated their time to assist our flight) if there was coffee.

We took off around 11:35am, once again headed for NO. I took a small measure of comfort in the fact that the owner and CEO of the airlines (who had donated the flight for our trip) was on the plane with us; I had to imagine that everything that could have been done to fix the problem had been done if he was willing to continue on the trip with us. As soon as we took off he'd gotten on the intercom and joked that they'd put enough bubble gum in the area to stop the leak. Hilarious.

A little after noon we'd been offered more than we could eat by the kind flight attendants: drink service, coffee, bananas, muffins, pretzels, energy bars. One minor problem emerged as they realized they were running out of soap in the lavatories, meaning there wouldn't be enough for the evacuees on the return flight.

Around 12:30 I began to wonder if anyone in the Bush administration was assigned to the task of at least pondering the possibility of another hurricane hitting the same region. I decided to let someone else worry about that horrific thought.

We landed safely at 12:45. I was grateful - but already signs of my new career-to-be were creeping in. I was thinking about introducing myself to the owner of our plane and wishing I had a business card to give him.

We had to wait on the plane for quite some time while those in charge in NO figured out where we should go. While we waited, an air Marshall told us the story from the previous day of a 91 year old woman they flew to Indy from NO - they discovered on the plane that she had a .38 revolver in her purse. She was keeping it for her protection and she figured she'd need to take it with her when she returned to her home "next Wednesday."

By 3pm we had the unanticipated news from a FEMA official: they were "fresh out of victims" for us. An air Marshall who had already made a couple trips to and from the NO airport said the airport had undergone a 179.9 degree turn-around in the previous 12-24 hours.

FEMA had been sending military planes full (C1-7 and C1-30s?) of people to other locations in an effort to reduce the backlog of evacuees. The official who addressed us was grateful for our help but we were no longer needed there.

So we sat around for a few more hours while FEMA officials and other people in the know figured out where we might be best utilized. There was talk of a need in Baton Rouge, where there was a reported outbreak of dysentery. As we waited, helicopter after helicopter flew in to the airport with supplies and evacuees. I was kicking myself because my camera was stowed away in my backpack.

Around 4pm the FEMA official who'd spoken with us rounded us up some food that had been prepared for relief workers (sack lunches with sandwiches, apples, cookies). By then I was feeling embarrassed - I'd spent all day doing nothing and now FEMA was seeing to it that I was fed. I listened to our 'coordinator' tell us that this was the nature of disaster work - the ability to be flexible, fluid. But I was feeling helpless and even sort of silly.

By 4:45pm our gear had been unloaded, our plane was taking off, and there was talk of sending us to an immunization clinic to help out with vaccinations. My group began to grumble; they certainly thought they'd be doing more exciting work than prophylactic shots. The phrase 'rescue snobs' began to float through my mind. I understood that many of them had taken their own vacation time or had closed up their practices and taken time off for our trip. But my position was that we should be willing to help in any way that was needed. And that we should be thanking God that the airport was no longer a place where people were dying without necessary medical care.

By 5:30 we'd walked through the airport to a bus that was being provided to us by FEMA; our destination was still unclear but we knew we'd be getting there by bus. The airport walk was a sobering experience. People sat in chairs and on floors at the terminal gates. They were dirty, tired, and some were wet. Some had no possessions and some carried grocery and trash bags with all the possessions they had left in the world. They'd been triaged and fed and were now awaiting flights to who knows where. They'd lost all control over their lives, at least for a period of time.

The stench was indescribable. The floors were filthy and slimy. In one place the ceiling had fallen through and the area had been roped off but not yet cleaned up. Walking through that airport made me thankful that I did not have to step foot inside the Superdome. I simply cannot imagine how atrocious it must have been.

...to be continued


Go to Google.

Type in "failure."

Click "I'm Feeling Lucky."

Friday, September 16, 2005

Attorney (almost) By Day, Dominatrix By Night

I click-clacked into the mall and headed for the teeny bopper earring store where I marched right over to the feather boas and selected a bright red one with silver tinsel pieces throughout.

The cashier looked my conservative gray suit up and down and asked, "What's the occasion?"

I told her the truth: Friday is 'crazy red and white day' at my daughter's school. Not until I left the mall did I wish I'd come up with something more creative.

I Feel a Survey Comin' On

My realtor informed me that pet doors are a white thing: 'You won't find black people cutting holes in their doors.'

Thursday, September 15, 2005

So, why do you want to work at an awful place like this?

Today myself and another young associate are hosting a 2L interviewee for lunch. I'm looking forward to it for several reasons:
-I'm honored that I've been trusted to be one of the 'faces' of the firm.
-I like that I'll have a say, albeit a very small one, in the hiring process.
-Okay...OK! I'm totally diggin' the whole free lunch thing.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

In the Parking Garage Today

  • I saw a Cadillac with its lights on, no driver in sight, no auto shut-off feature. If I spend that much $ on a car, it better be able to avoid a dead battery at the end of my workday.
  • As I backed into my 'small car only' spot, I misjudged the distance and rammed quite loudly into the parking garage wall. Good thing I don't drive a Pinto.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


Woman 1 (in bathroom stall): Hi.
Woman 2 (in adjoining bathroom stall, puzzled): Hi.
Woman 1 : How has your day been?
Woman 2 (still a bit disconcerted): It's been OK, how has yours been?
Woman 1 : Well, I'll have to let you go because this idiot in the stall next to me thinks I'm talking to her.

*A true story, though it didn't happen to me.


I'm off for the first day of my new job. Granted, I worked there last summer. But I still feel like I'm starting all over again. I'm a little nervous; I hope it wears off soon.

Monday, September 12, 2005

A Packrat's Nightmare

I hate to throw things away. I can generally admit, from an intellectual perspective, that the things I keep have little to no value. But I realize that a change in circumstances, albeit unpredictable, might increase their value to me - so I like to keep them around just in case.

Tonight's example: this is homecoming week @ T's school and they are allowed to dress up tomorrow as any Disney character. She was thinking Pocahontas, for which her long dark hair would be perfect.

And of course, I used to have the perfect dress. It wasn't exactly a replica of what the Disney character wears, but it was neutral in color and simple enough that one would get the idea upon seeing it. I bought it in Mexico several years ago. Though I never wore it, I kept it around in case T had a school play or something similar for which it might be needed. Where is it? I gave it to Goodwill within the last 6 months in an effort to be 'realistic' about the things I need and the things I don't.

I will never again throw or give anything away.


I made it safely home yesterday. Thanks to everyone for their thoughts and prayers. I had a wonderful experience and am happy I had the opportunity to help those who needed it.

I slept in today and now have tons of things to take care of: unpack, laundry, house inspection, issues to discuss with one of T's teachers, bills, etc... And I start my new job tomorrow.

I took a little notebook with me and kept an abbreviated journal of sorts. I'm still mulling over the best way to post my experiences, but once I figure it out you'll be the 1st to know.

What did I enjoy most about my return? Steak and Shake? Close. Bucket of margaritas? Close again, but no. Second to seeing T and my family, the best thing about being home has to be the ability to use the bathroom without worrying about contracting an infectious disease. Heaven.

Happy Monday!

Friday, September 09, 2005

Quick Note

I got my cheese on @ a Mexican restaurant last night. And even went to a 'hole in the wall' bar here in Alexandria, La.

It was nice to be back in what passes for civilization around here :)

Current plan is to return to Indy on Sunday. I'm blogging from a library - we are on LSU campus in Alexandria, operating a shelter out of a fitness center. We'll spend tomorrow moving evacuees to another shelter about 30 miles from here. I'm looking forward to coming home.

Back to work!

Thursday, September 08, 2005

What would you miss?

If you were stranded as the Katrina victims are, or just removed from your life for a week or two volunteering to help them, what would you miss? Kelly misses mexican food and wants to go out to a mexican restaurant soon after she gets home. Any takers?

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

A much, much smaller lesson about human suffering

Little Banana, my daughter, is cutting her first two teeth. It's hard to explain to a six month old that she should be grateful for the very things that are causing her the most pain that she's experienced in her young life. (besides her shots, but, same problem applies)

Sunday, September 04, 2005

To Blog or Not to Blog...

As Kelly's sister, I told her that I would blog some throughout the week, since she got called away so quickly with little time to tie up loose ends.

It was my intention for my first post to be an update of Kelly's whereabouts how she is, and what she'll be doing. However, upon her arrival in Louisiana, she was told that the airport, which has served as a triage center, had sent out most of its patients to other locations. Therefore, medical services were no longer needed and she would either be coming home or going to Baton Rouge.

So, as of now we are unsure of her whereabouts. We think she is probably on her way to Baton Rouge and unable to use her phone because she is traveling. But, she may still be in NO and just trying to save her phone battery while looking forward to a week with limited electricity. Either way, sorry I don't have more current information, keep Kelly in your prayers, and also, importantly, pray that her skills won't go to waste for lack of organization.

Update: Moments after posting last night Kelly called me to let me know that she is safe in Alexandria, LA where there are two and almost three shelters set up. Hopefully she can be of service there throughout the week.


These things will come in handy, but sleep would probably be good. I'm working on it.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

At a Loss (Katrina V)

In trying to come up with a title for this post, I'm at a loss. I spent a great deal of time praying yesterday and I awoke this morning to prayers answered.

First, T and I made an offer on a house yesterday evening and by this morning our offer had been accepted. I am absolutely thrilled! I thought about not sharing the news until closing - probably the wisest course - but I'm too excited to hold it in and I just keep telling myself that if it falls through it wasn't meant to be. But things are on track and we are hoping to close at the end of the month.

Second, and more importantly, I have been given an opportunity to help the victims of hurricane Katrina. After making many phone calls and filling out online registration forms yesterday, I have been contacted by the organization through which all Indiana medical volunteers are being routed.

A plane leaves tomorrow morning from Indpls Int'l Airport with 70 medical professionals, of whom I am scheduled to be one. We are needed at the New Orleans airport which has a triage center/hospital set-up in operation.

I was given a list of things to buy, including: various medications for my own protection, DEET! for mosquitos, iodine tablets, MREs, power bars, bleach, antiseptic handwash, etc...

I'm in a frenzy making plans but I am overjoyed that I will be able to put my skills to use to really help people in need. A small prayer for my safe return and success in this endeavor would be appreciated. But please continue to direct the bulk of your prayers and good wishes to the victims of the disaster.

I am a nurse. And I am (hopefully) soon to be a lawyer. I don't regret the change, but I am grateful that I have skills that can be of help at this desperate time. I haven't publicly named the firm at which I will be working, but for those of you who know, please note this: I was scheduled to start work Tuesday the 6th, and I had to work up the nerve yesterday to call and ask if I could postpone that and spend some time volunteering. They did not waver and are absolutely behind my effort. And for that I will be eternally grateful.

I plan to take my camera but of course not my laptop. I have a couple guest bloggers lined up and any of you who have guest blogged in the past are free to post while I'm gone. Take care and I'm sure I'll have stories to share upon my return.

Friday, September 02, 2005

"Keep your phone on. Have fun. No alcohol. No drugs."

-These are the words I managed to utter before T popped out of the car as I dropped her off at her 1st high school varsity football game.

Katrina (IV)

Live blogging from New Orleans.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Katrina (III)

Impact on the La. legal system.

And - law schools around the country have agreed to accept students who had already paid tuition in Louisiana for the new school year. My own alma mater has been contacted by 2 such students and expects them on campus soon. It's nice to see some good news on this subject.

Katrina (II)

FEMA director Mike Brown is visibly irate with reporters in interviews today. I would not want his job. And if I had it, I'd have begun snapping at people long before today. But I'm having a hard time reconciling his reports of federal agencies doing "everything they can" with the images I've seen on numerous television channels over the past 3 days.

Earlier today, during a press conference, he was asked to respond to the declaration of one La. parish president that FEMA's response to the disaster had been pitiful. He diplomatically replied that he understands why people in certain areas become upset when they are promised food at noon and it doesn't arrive until 4 o'clock. WTF?!? I have a feeling very few people, except perhaps those who are starving, are criticizing relief efforts that are running a few hours late. He seemed to me to be skirting the issue of the hundreds of people in the streets of downtown New Orleans and stranded on and under overpasses since Tuesday - people who have seen no water or food for 3 days.

At that same press conference and in a more recent interview on CNN, he displayed his talent for passing the buck. He keeps repeating that FEMA has responded to every request made by the states. When asked about the people trapped and suffering from dehydration at the convention center in New Orleans, he replied that FEMA just learned of them either late yesterday or early today, that the state has requested x number of MRE's and such-and-such amounts of water, and that FEMA has relayed that request and the provisions are "on their way." I understand if his hands are tied, and I have to assume this is the procedure the federal agencies are supposed to follow.

But for the love of God, I could have told any number of agencies on TUESDAY that Mississippi and Louisiana were going to need massive amounts of provisions shipped to the area as soon as possible!!! Why on Earth is the communication between the state and federal agencies so inadequate? I know, phone lines are down, electricity is off, etc...but the press manages to relay information to the entire public. Why can't officials in charge of responding to the disaster find similar ways to communicate?

And is it really necessary to wait for the one-by-one orders of MREs and bottled water? Ship as much of that stuff as you can get your hands on to the general area and then wait for word as to how much needs to be dispersed and where!

This is a disaster the likes of which our country has not seen. No one expects perfection from the officials in charge of responding to the devastation. But it is astounding - and scary - to watch so many of my fellow US citizens suffer, as they receive, from where they stand, absolutely no response at all.

Recent Searches that Led to Just Playin'

Palate expander. T had a palate expander before her braces were placed. It wasn't fun, but she survived and it seems to have been effective. I'm no expert, but if your child can't talk I think that's a problem - call your doc. If anyone wants more details about our experience, just e-mail me.

Nasty. OK, I have no idea what this person is after. And who's peeking? The wife? The husband? The whole thing just sounds wrong.

Nasty again. Ah, yes, the ol' shoes off during class. I admit to being guilty on occasion, but only with manicured toes or clean socks. And even then I kept my feet on the floor where they belong. Unfortunately, not all of my classmates were so courteous. Like the boy who would take off his shoes in class and prop his dirty dogs up on the desk. Don't do this, people.


-When I was a tween, one of my favorite romance novels was a book called When September Returns.
-Today is my sister Bob's birthday - Happy Birthday sweetie!!!
-This is the month I will start my new career (in 5 days).
-This is the month I find out whether I have to take the bar again.
-I thought this month would never come, and I was hoping the same.

About Me

Approaching Middle Age
Dabbling in Blogdom

Tear Down The Walls

Today's Song Lyric

All you do is call me, I'll be anything you need

Contact Me

E-mail: justplayinblog -at- gmail.com


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Blawgs I Read

(Fresh Pepper)
In the Agora
Do Not Overmix
From Engineer to Lawyer
Failure to Comprehend
Favorable Dicta
A Girl Walks Into a Bar(exam)
the imbroglio
Indiana Barrister
The Indiana Law Blog
IndyLaw Net
Legal Underground
The Menagerie
Mother in Law
The Neutral Zone Trap
Obiter Dictum
Screaming Bean
SC Trial Law Blog
Taking Down Words

Blogs I Read

About a Nurse
advanced maternal age
Be The Boy
code blog: tales of a nurse
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