This woman is amazing!
My heart goes out Paris, France, America’s oldest Ally. Known best for romance, and love, but suddenly and sadly suffering from a serious act of terrorism themselves.
One person interviewed by French Media News, said he felt as he felt when 9/11 happened. After a slight pause, he continued “But I do not consider this near as bad as 9/11…..” Stuck on those words, not hearing the rest of his sentence, immediately I thought, “I beg to differ. It is terrorism without a doubt; just weighed with a different scale.”
The high powered assault rifles used in the attack are not generally in most of France. In the far south of France it makes more sense due to the Mafia’s drug business. This city is more peaceful than violent but does have it’s share of criminal activity. I think I compare it to my little safe town, a bubble not quite penetrated completely by atrocities from neighboring cities. A shooting will happen, someone gets robbed. Graffiti is quite an annoying eyesore to most people, but really it’s a land claim by a gang. So far my little town has held its claim quite well because graffiti is removed within 48 hours on average. I actually watch it and live right behind a nice park. Yes we have gangs in schools, but I think of them as wannabes really. I grew up in an area of ag where it was notably more obvious. Guns are so prevalent here, my son can name every single one in his war game; including it’s specs and attachments (or something like that). He knows every single detail and if he were to see the same gun in real life, he would know exactly what one does in the right and wrong hands.
The majority in France do not have a gun of this magnitude readily available, whereas in America, we have become desensitized to such violent crime because many guns flood everywhere. It is absolutely devastating when the reality we know is obliterated. It shocks us speechless, as we fight off denial, it scares the hell out of us, and then pisses us off. How dare anyone perform such an atrocity simply out of blinded hate and stupidity! So I do believe they should have every right to compare it to our 9/11 attack because their sense of safety and security has been shattered. They must feel all this and yet they must go on. With both 9/11 and this shooting ambush in France, it changed every single one of us in some way. Sadly, for others it was nothing short of excruciating. I’m sure that is an understatement because I really can’t find a word describing those who lost loved ones; and how they were changed. Personally, I did not know a single victim at ground zero of 9/11. But I have a heart and I cried for my fellow humans, my country, and felt like the world was turned upside down. I still cannot watch it on TV without feeling it again. I admire New York people, they don’t give up. Same for France, but I can hold back some tears. I have to do so, ever since 9/11. Plus I am an American and it was MY country attacked although I am a quarter French. Yet, still, cell by cell the Taliban and Isis plan their next move. France, now too will have to create a new contingency plan and probably a new department like our Homeland Security Branch.
All this stealing innocent lives; over a religious cartoon. Committed by two brothers, natives there that planned and executed this rampage. Glad they weren’t so bright in their getaway plan. They will not get far and they will pay for their crimes.
Out of the 11 victims shot, only 1 has survived.
I’m still not completely desensitized. Nobody ever truly will be.
Je Taime Charlie.
Je Suis Charlie
(I love you Charlie)
(I am Charlie)
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So lately I’ve been spending all week in a program that is to help me find a job. Of course, I still have to keep looking myself every single day. I feel like I’ve spent all week at the office along with the running around; as if that in itself is a “real” job. It’s true when you hear, “If you do not have a job, your full-time job is finding a job.” I’ve heard Dr. Phii say that a few times on his show also. After my week, that’s no joke!
I should have a part-time job by Tuesday until I find something more permanent. I do have a particular job in mind that I have applied for and really want, because it is what I know I am supposed to do with all my heart and soul. Yet I will not mention the job specifics in fear of jinxing it. This alone puts that in jeopardy 😉 Yes I’m superstitious and cannot help myself.
Spending this last week dressed up and wearing heels has made me appreciate my sweats, t-shirts, and socks so much more. I have blistered feet from my heels and all the walking I’ve done taking in resumes to Attorneys looking for a legal secretary. My quest has barely begun, and it is not easy, but I can do it and will continue to do so because I am tough (blisters and all).
Unfortunately, the blogging I’ve been wanting to do has not been happening. It’s as if that part of my brain shut off. As I read this book “The Rough Guide to Psychology,” it’s probably true. I am too busy focusing on one and my creativity cannot flow. I know there is a connection. In my opinion of course it’s much worse with me than with anyone else. I see everyone writing their blogs and think “Wow they make it look so easy!” It isn’t, especially since I am new and learning. (In advance, any respectful advice is appreciated).
I will have a blog up later in which I get to interview an author who has written an amazing book I cannot wait to read. Yes that’s a teaser to keep you coming back.
Until next time……
For now, I am enjoying my weekend. I also hope that the rest of you do the very same! 😀
Death is awful. While I know our soul moves on and our loved ones remain with us, it does not take away the pain when we lose someone.
One of my best friends passed away on Monday. Her son and my son are friends and have been for the past five years or so. They became friends because her son was outside playing basketball at my next door neighbor’s basketball hoop all alone so I had my son go out and play with him. Her son RJ had offered to start my lawn mower for me because I was having a hard time. That is how it began.
About a week later I went over to her house that was two houses down across the street to meet her. I am very much into parents knowing each other. I just said “Hi, I’m Jennifer, David’s mom and I live just over there,” as I pointed. “I just wanted to introduce myself since our kids are playing a lot together.” Poor Robin look surprised and shocked that someone showed up and knocked on her door. I’m not the shy quiet type. She is, until you get to know her. She, in the beginning thought I was a little odd at the time (she eventually told me this once we had a solid friendship lol) but she and I became great friends. We always laughed about that.
Robin was the most loving and generous person I know. She helped me look for jobs numerous times. She’s given me clothes, I’ve given her jewelry that I’ve made or bought to resell. The very last time was when she was leaving an office job and she sent me there to apply. She and the boss were to do the training. Due to who the boss was, unfortunately that did not end well for either of us.
This weekend my son and I were planning on going over to visit her if she and RJ were home. I finally finished school and have free time to visit with friends and we had tentatively talked about getting together when my son was not at his father’s for his weekend visit. I should have visited her even while in school. I let it rule my whole schedule. 😦
Now we are to see her for the last time at her funeral this next week. She died too young, 34. She’s younger than I am. I am sad, heartbroken, not only for losing a wonderful friend; but for her family, husband, children and everyone who loves her.
Life is short. You never know when your last day will be. I learned a hard lesson here: visit those you truly love no matter how busy you are. Talking online and texting is not enough. Enjoy the company of your friends and family because if you don’t, their day will come and you will feel how I feel right now.
RIP Robin Gutierrez-Jones. I will always love you. ❤
Because I have been stuck on Welfare for four years, off and on, due to not successfully obtaining full time work and attending school to obtain my degrees, I found out that every three years Welfare needs to update the information. I’m so glad I know how to do this. I am so thankful that finally my ex and I can work together to do this as a team. He knows how hard I’ve been looking for work. He does not judge me. I have to say, we do have a friendship relationship that most exes do not have. As of today, I’ve sent out close to forty-fifty resumes and cannot do more until I take a typing test next Friday at my first college for the County jobs.
So my afternoon will be spent making sure our papers match exactly. He has had a lot more visitation this year and it has not been a problem at all. After all our son is 13 and needs his father to teach him to be a man, even though he has a step-father. His bio father has overcome his addiction, as he’s been clean for over seven years, has done his anger management long ago, and completed what was expected of him and exceeded it as well. We are able to talk without arguing. We are a TEAM as co-parents.
This leads me into the area of co-parenting. While our marriage was not necessarily peaches and cream and included lots of abuse, he, nor I are the same people anymore. As co-parents we have each others back so our child cannot play both ends against the middle. If we need to discuss something we will. I’m not saying we never argue, but when it gets to that point, though rarely, we take a break, calm down and talk when BOTH of us are calm and come to the proper conclusion.
I do believe that under most circumstances (unless the husband actually did attempt murder and he would do it again if given the chance) if we can do it, so can everybody else. I think many adults need to simply grow up and stop being selfish and using their children as pawns. Our son is happy and well adjusted. He has a good father and a good mother who love him with all of our hearts even though we make mistakes. We have taught him that nobody is perfect and apologize just as we have taught him to do so when he’s done something to hurt another. Our son is quite mature for his age and we could never ask for a better child.
So until next time, and after the child support papers; have a wonderful Sunday!