#OccupyWallStree Movement

The Headline:
Occupy Wall Street Protest Causes New York Police to Block Off Wall Street Monday

At one blockade at Beaver and Broad Street, one delivery man waited outside a blockade with packages of raw hamburger meat and boxes and pastries and vegetables, trying to make a routine restaurant delivery.

The Headline:
Occupy Wall Street Protest: Police Barricades Restrict Traffic Near NYSE

By Monday, the group's numbers were smaller, but the presence of protesters led New York Police to barricade blocks around Wall Street and the New York Stock Exchange, forcing residents and workers to show identification to enter the zone.

Some images from IBtimes New York of #occupywallstreet NYC

THE DISCLOSURE PROJECT: #occupywallstreet . Help Needed...

THE DISCLOSURE PROJECT: #occupywallstreet . Help Needed...

It's been 9 months since I made my last post!

So much has happened in the last 9 months.

A fog descended upon me and virtually extracted the will I had to communicate. That fog nearly veiled my desire to even continue to live. Not in a way that would cause me to do harm to myself, but in a way that caused me to run the white flag up the pole and surrender. Surrender my life to the changing tides of uncertainty.

Since it's been 9 months between posts I'm loath to draw the analogy of giving birth, but I'd be remiss if I didn't. I'm going to give hope to the purely accidental fact that it did take 9 months for me to begin recovery. And, 9 months is how long it took me to bake each one of my two babies. 9 months seems to be the requisite time it takes me to do anything.

My beautiful daughter Brooke has given birth to her own beautiful daughter she calls Holley Grace. Becoming a Grandmother is partially responsible for some of the fog that descended over my existence. I'd been praying on Sabot that she would find someone to love her for the rest of her days knowing full and well that I would love her for the rest of my days. My days are numbered and with any luck at all would number less than Brooke's. Of course the fact that all of us live with our own allotted number of days doesn't escape me. But, since we don't know those numbers, we hope our allotment passes before our children's. Hope springs eternal. As luck would have it my prayers were answered when Brooke had a daughter of her own. Someone that would love her the rest of her days. Good luck indeed.

In spite of the good luck and the thing that I had been hoping for and praying for did come true a twinge of sorrow fell upon me. What sorrow could come from the good news that I would be a Grandmother, that Brooke would have someone that would love her for the rest of her days? Why in spite of this good news could I become so filled with sorrow? The answer was simple. Brooke would have someone to love more than she loved me. No, that wasn't a selfish thought. I was truly happy beyond words that a new little life would come to add to my own life, a little life to add to my beloved daughter's life, but a life none the less that would take some of the love my daughter had for me and be diverted to this new little life. And, what a little life she is! Holley Grace is magnificent. Had I gone to heaven myself and chosen a life to bestow upon my own daughter I could never have chosen a soul more perfect for all of us. I've had two babies of my own and I can honestly say never before have I seen a baby more perfect.

Holley Grace is 9 months old now. It's time for me to put my feet right and begin the journey of being a full fledged woman. Thank you Brooke, thank you Holley Grace for giving me this freedom to become the finished woman I have always wanted to be. I'm on the path of completion thanks to both of you.

Women in Crime Ink: MYSTERY "MEN" - ON CRACKING CASEY ANTHONY

Women in Crime Ink: MYSTERY "MEN" - ON CRACKING CASEY ANTHONY

Theresa Sez Is over. Dearest little Theresa has departed.

Alot has happened, and nothing has happened. My best cheerleader, my best friend has died. Whenever I would say 'Theresa says," and start off on my rant, my daughter would tease me mercilessly by saying,"Theresa SEZ,"...

The fact is Theresa aways said what she knew. She wasn't one of those people, like me, that would shoot her mouth off from the hip. I'm a lot like Rosana Rosana Danna. What's wrong with Violins in school? Yeah that's me. But, that wasn't Theresa. She had quite honestly one of the brightest minds ever give to a mortal. In fact she was epic.

I'm lost without her. It's been more than a month now since she died and while I was wondering what I would do with all the extra time I would have now that Theresa was gone...I realized something horrible. It isn't extra time at all. It's empty time.

I know many people thought Theresa lived a tiny life, but they were wrong. Theresa lived one of the largest lives I've ever had the privilege of observing. She used to point out how the observed experiment was altered just by being observed. I pray that I altered, added something to her life by the good fortune I had to 'observe' hers.

I have so much more to say, but today I received a photo of the darling Theresa and I need to observe it more, just for now. Good bye my dear friend til we meet again. I love you.

Checking publishing ability

I'm wondering why I can't post to PSMI.

New housing starts rebound! Are you kidding me?

New housing starts rebound...like hell they do.

Okay, I'll admit it, I'm a junkie. I'm hooked on digging out the obvious from the crap that is slung to us. So, the headline reads New housing starts rebound.

That's just dandy isn't it? Well it would be if it wasn't a pack of not so truths.

Were I a builder and I'm not, and I don't play one on TV, I would tell you where the next boom is going to be. It's going to be in mulit-family dwellings.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out with all the single families standing on the precipice of being tossed out on the street, the demand for apartments is going to sky rocket.

Carpet baggers? You bet. Why not? My old Irish Pop used to say "find a need and fill it", "look for the hook and pull it". He was right.

The population is exploding. Housing 'repos' are exploding. People are running not walking away from homes they bought when they were way over their heads.

Is the 'new housing starts rebound' an acurate assessment of the economic climate? I think not. I do however think it's an acurate assessment of where the next wave of money is to be made in construction. I wish I had enough money to build quick low cost housing. I'd be all over that one like white on rice.

Is this news meant to sqew people's preception? Probably. Will those that are savvy turn this into 'good economic news' probably not.

G-d bless the slum lord...

The White House is at it Again!

It's hard to keep my eye on the ball, when there is so much going on.

Next chapter: He would have been better off if they had said, "and his friend Howard".
Ah..but they didn't.

I'm the paramor...yep that's me.

but, for today's big cover-up story

What a Heck of a Thing to have Happen!

Wow, last night CNN linked to my NASA entry on Pacific Spirit's Blog!
I was so excited my fingers were getting tangled up while I was trying to email everyone I knew to go and look!

That was the second most exciting day I've had there. The first was the day I had 436 hits on one story!

Although, I have to say seeing my words at cnn.com...that was quite the rush!

Stitching together that which makes no sense!

National Geographic was about the top of the food chain when I was a kid. I had a couple of friends that received a subscription from their well meaning grandparents, or old maid aunts eager to elevate the little scudders educational experience. Not me.

When I was growing up my Pop sent me the Wilson Quarterly. I've noticed there are a couple of things you can't seperate from an Irishman. Politics is one, and drink is another. Naturally a good story, a catchy rhyme and a good fight are others and I'm sure there are more. But, when I stop to think about it, these are all things that may be the results of drink sprinkled with politics.

I'm finding it more and more difficult to write without my politics coloring everything. I'm thinking I would have been better off to have gotten a copy of National Geographic every month...

My real work. Or at least the work I'm getting paid to do.

Don't forget to check in at Pacific Spirit

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Thanks

The blessing of the third person!

This week I've discovered it's just much easier to write in the third person. Besides giving myself the ability to make MY story much more interesting by assigning it to someone far more interesting than myself, it's also giving me the ability to use phrases I never would have included, had I had to admit, were coming from me.

She felt her toes melding into the ground beneath her in an effort to hold on to the world.

That's the kind of thing I mean. If I had to explain any feelings I've ever had of panic, and the fear of flying off the face of the earth...it would just sound as if I were nuts. Nuts isn't a legacy one would want to leave for their children. It could be a querky thing I guess, but I think I'll be leaving my two kids with a big enough burden as it is.

I'm not sure why I'm not writing about Warren. Maybe it's still too soon. Maybe someday I'll be able to, but here alone with my keyboard when thinking about him...I still can feel my toes meld into the floor below me; it must still be the unconcious effort of my cells trying to cling to the earth.

Dang what a deal!

I'm not sure how many pages I have written so far, but this writing thing is a whole lot harder than I thought it was going to be.

I first thought if I didn't have facts and figures to check when I write, the writing would come easier. I may just turn out to be an article writer. What I'm writing is turning out to be clever little stories.

Ha! Clever. I'm shocked that I would call myself clever. In fact, my Pop used to tell me "you've out-smarted yourself again"! At least I'm amusing myself with the little stories I've written so far.

It's a miracle to see that amid my 'so-called-crappy life, I've seasoned it with comedy. Maybe that's been a survival technique.

I'm actually wondering at this point if all these small stories can be stitched together to make one book. More to the point, why would anyone want to read anything I write?

Sing Mary Lou Sing! Week one.

Day One: Replace Ink In Keyboard with Hemp dye!

Now I have all my previous posts from here labeled and filed in a folder I'm simply calling BOOK.

Because Theresa SEZ, "Those are the seeds for your book. Go get them and start watering them". No, that's not exactly what she said, but that was pretty much the idea. She knows way more about the "process" of writing than I ever will. She has, after all, an MFA from UCSD. MFA isn't text speak for 'My Fat Ass' either. She has the real deal.

I spent too much of my time today getting my files organized and writing for PSMI. If you head over there you will see I've done pieces 3 times longer than they should be, and a PSMI EXTRA.

I think I was using my paying gig as an excuse to put off actually trying to stitch something together. Theresa SEZ, "once you start writing, the book will start writing itself." I'm not sure I believe that.

So I'm letting you know in a really round about way, that's what happened to the blog here in it's entirety. I also noticed I wrote something that could have been kinder about Lisa Nowak and our Pals in the White House. Why didn't one of you slap me for that?

There are several things in the news today that are taking great restraint on my part not to Kevetch about. One of them is Ciara Durkin. Google her if you haven't read the story.

I'm diving head first into the fictional pool now. On which side of the rope is the deep end again?

My Blog's Been Recalled!

If you accidentally or otherwise found your way to my Jeannie Greenie blog and are wondering where all my pithy, and hilarious posts have gone; They were recalled. I was using ink from China.

Yes, I was as surprised as you; I had no earthly idea the Internet would be using lead based ink. You would think by now they would be testing that sort of thing. At least I didn't put any of it in my mouth.

I do have some news. You can still keep up with my writing by visiting the Pacific Spirit Marine Institute. When you get there just click on the 'news/articles blog' button on the right side of the page.

While you are there you might want to have a look around and see what we are all about. Let me know what you think. It's not my usual fare, or I should say it is my very usual fare! I post there every week day, I try to toss up an interesting or amuzing video on weekends too. It's my version of 9-5 with a bent towards doing something meaningful in my life.

With a whole lot of hammering out, and an ear full of cell phone 'rays' my great friend Theresa helped me wipe the fog from my 'safety goggles' and gently led me to what will be my first attempt at writing a real book.

The pressure is on me now because I've told another person that in a left handed way gave me some encouragement too. He posted nearly every response or email I sent him on his site. He didn't know it then, but I admired his style. I figured if he thought my words were good enough for his readers, my words might actually be good enough.

My intention right now is to chronicle my adventure here! Perhaps Fodder for the second book! Who knows?

Thanks for stumbling in, or if this was a destination location...I'll kick in for part of the gas!

Be Right back! BRB um Kay?