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Kansas church to protest at service for slain Florida siblings
By the CNN Wire Staff
February 2, 2011 4:19 p.m. EST

(CNN) — A controversial Kansas church says members will picket before the memorial service Wednesday evening for two Florida teenagers allegedly killed by their mother.

In a press release, Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kansas, said it will demonstrate outside the service in Tampa because the mother is a military wife and “the doomed American military declared war on God & His church.”

The controversial church and its pastor, Fred Phelps, have made their name picketing near funerals of people who died of AIDS, gay people and soldiers. The church plans to picket beginning at 5:15 p.m.and ending at 6 p.m., when the service is scheduled to start, according to CNN affiliate WFTS-TV in Tampa.

Stuck at home

Because of the weather, I have been stuck at home for two days. I was so bored today I was breaking up the ice outside my door with a hammer. Then I was shoveling it all out with an little bitty blue snow shovel (it’s designed to fit in the truck of a car, that’s why it’s itty bitty).

Then I took a break to go to Dunkin Donuts. I guess that’s not exactly stuck in the house, but I consider myself stuck if I can’t drive my car anywhere. And I couldn’t.

Bored. I am not starting an ‘I was so bored . . .’ But I did clean the snow off the cars after I got back from Dunkin’ Donuts.

If I can’t get to work tomorrow, I will probably do damage to something or someone.

Yesterday’s Post

Maybe I should have waited until today to post about Anne Braden, since this is the first day of Black History Month. My whole feeling on such things is we shouldn’t reserve good deeds for a certain day, or we shouldn’t just acknowledge the efforts people have made at a certain time. If someone has done something to make life better for other people, it should be acknowledged, there shouldn’t be a set time to remember them. Thanksgiving Day is one of those times that people talk about being thankful, why just thanksgiving? If we have a wonderful family or friends shouldn’t we be thankful everyday? If we have a good life, good friend and health, and we believe God is responsible, shouldn’t we thank him every day, not just on a random Thursday in November?

The actual reason I had for posting that video and song is I have been listening to it a lot the past week. I do that, I listen to one artist for a while, picking out which songs are my favorite. This is one of my favorite songs by Flobots. Also someone on Twitter was asking it anyone had family members who would object to a mixed relationship. That is not exactly the way he phrased it, but that is what he meant. Of course I do, with my Daddy’s southern roots. So all of a sudden, this song has greater meaning for me. So I decided to put it on my blog.

anne braden

Anne Braden, a young, white advocate of racial justice. She grew up in segregated Alabama, but it was not until her years in college that she began to actively speak out against that practice. In 1951, she led a delegation of southern white women organized by the Civil Rights Congress to Mississippi to protest the execution of Willie McGee, an African American man convicted of the rape of a white woman, and was subsequently arrested and put in jail.

 

>Why?

>Wintertime is the time, it seems, that everything on the car breaks. First the mirror, well that was probably a snow plow. Then the oil needed to be changed, but Stitch didn’t make the appointment because of the snow forecast, then he forgot after that. He need to make the appointment since I have a card for a free oil change at the dealer. Anyway, the other day the oil light came on. Crap. But yesterday the oil light was off, as was one of the headlights.

When the other headlight burned out it was summer, the two pack was cheaper so I bought that, thinking the other light would go soon. No it waited until this weekend, when it is freezing cold to burn out. Fortunately I don’t have to change it. Also fortunate that Tigger know how and when I reminded him he said, “I’ll do it right now.” Two boys in the same family. So different.

Now I have to get out of this bed. I had a clever way of saying how I was still in bed and blaming it on sore muscles, when I have no idea if my muscles are sore, I haven’t used them yet today!

>Lovely day

>Em and I had a lovely day in Manhattan. We started early getting breakfast in town and taking it with us. We went to lunch at a restaurant she had a Groupon for called Ashton’s Alley. Very nice restaurant good food. Then we got massages, a place I had a Groupon for Graceful Spa or Services. Then it was time for Em to get her nails done and I got my broken nail fixed.

The nail technician was laughing when I told her how, I broke the nail when I fell and it was the worst part of my fall. “People were saying, ‘Are you all right?’ and I was saying, ‘Who cares? I broke a nail!”

Oh wait, between the massage and nail appointment we went to Annie Moore’s and had a drink, shared an appetizer and dessert.

Then home, cause I was tired.

Aftermath of a fall

This past Wednesday I fell (yes I am getting as many posts out of this as I can. You will soon be as sick of this as I am of the snow) and Thursday I went to see my doctor. Nothing broken, everything seems to be normal. He tells me to take Tylenol® for the pain and to take it easy. No problem right?

One would think that someone as lazy as me would have no trouble with the second part of those directions would you? After the visit I went to get something to eat. Then I decided, that since I was near Walmart I would see if they had any Splenda® Flavors for Coffee or Special K® Protein Water powder. They are not in many stores and I have had a hard time finding them. In fact I was going to write a blog post about the fact that things I really like I can’t find anymore.

Where was I? Oh yes, so anyway, there I was walking through Walmart with this gigantic bruise on my butt, with all the other sore spots, mainly on my right side. It felt like the right side of my body was shorter then the left side, that I was tipping over to the right like the leaning tower of Pisa(O.K. I don’t know which way it leans, just work with me here). I kept expecting people to stare at me like I was some kind of a freak. The whole time I was dragging myself along, I thought, “Why are you doing this? You’re supposed to be home taking it easy!” So I left Walmart, but not before I got a text asking if I could get Tigger from work. Sure no problem! To use up the time until I had to get him, I went to ShopRite and started walking around there. Yep, still leaning, still expecting to fall over at any minute, still wondering why no one was staring at me. Maybe they were, behind my back ….

>Held captive

>These past two weeks I have spent too much time in need of medical attention. Last week was because of the maintenance staff at my office building, this week was my own carelessness.

Each time I was sitting in the office or emergency department waiting to be seen, I got the same feeling. A feeling of being held captive. The nurse (or whoever) had taken my name and information, then left the room and I was trapped, I couldn’t leave. In the emergency room, they made me take my clothes off and put on this gown, that didn’t even cover me (and I’m not fat). So the feeling of being trapped was even greater. Plus its winter, I couldn’t run outside in that gown even if I could make it to the doors, which I couldn’t have cause Beth Israel has a huge emergency department and I got lost when I left. “Which way to the outside doors please?”

If made me wonder if this is a ploy on the part of the doctors. To make you feel inferior or helpless, so you’ll just automatically believe what they tell you. Or they can feel more important, because you have to wait for them to decide to come in and say, “So what brings you here today?” When I went to see my regular doctor the morning after my falls, I was the first patient there, I was even there before the doctor. So there was no other patient taking up his time, I was the only patient there, so why did I have to wait to see him!

It’s a conspiracy. I think someone should investigate.

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Eventful Wednesday

So far this month I have kept up with the number of days. What I mean is, even though I haven’t posted everyday, I have made up for days missed with extra posts the next day. So I am feeling pretty good about my writing so far this year.

Another thing, is that I haven’t missed because I just blew off the blog. Normally I had a good reason. Like the day I was in the E.R. until 11:00 p.m. and didn’t get home until 2:00 a.m. Yesterday my reason for not posting was I fell. I will tell you the whole story.

Wednesday was my regular day off. I woke up with a horrible head-ache. I decided to get up because a lot of times when I wake up with a headache I end up feeling better if I get up and move around. So I got up, went to turn my computer on and then went to the bathroom. Instead of feeling better however, I started feeling like I was going to throw up. So I went back to bed, until Gwen knocked on my door asking if I got Em’s tweet which was Em asking if I could bring her a salad from Subway. So I dragged myself out of bed to do it. My thinking was, if I starting doing something I would feel better, and maybe some coffee and food would help get rid of my headache.

After pulling on my rainboots and coat I ran out to start my car, then I hurried back in down the 3 cement steps to my basement/apartment door, and slipped on the ice, hitting the brick wall on my way down. I bruised my butt, banged up my shoulder and broke my pinkie nail. I proceeded to get up and walk in the basement and cry to Gwen, “I fell!” However, since I could walk, I of course washed my hands, changed my pants and proceeded to do my errands.

While running my errands, I took a moment to make some calls. I called my doctor to see if I could get in to see him. Then I called my boss to tell him I fell and wasn’t going to be in Thursday. He said, “Take the rest of the week.” Then we came home, I decided to come in through the basement. Gwen said to be careful, I was careful, I promise I was careful. I fell again. This time I landed on my left side.

After the second fall, I decided to go get checked out. I went to Urgent Care and they took x-rays. Nothing broken. So I came home, and I was just too tired to write and ended up going to bed around 7:30.