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Monday, May 24, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Will you be the voice for a child today?
■ According to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, 800,000 children younger than 18 go missing each year, or an average of more than 2,000 children reported missing each day.
■ Of those kids, an estimated 200,000 were abducted by family members, while 58,000 children were abducted by nonfamily members.
■ Only 115 children were the victims of “stereotypical” kidnapping. These crimes involve someone the child does not know, or knows only slightly, who holds the child overnight, transports the child 50 miles or more, kills the child, demands ransom, or intends to keep the child permanently.
To be the voice for a child, to help bring a lost or missing child home. Are we not here to help each other? What happened to being more than neighbors? what happened to being friends? Looking out for one another because you had a big heart? So many children, and adults too, go missing each day. It makes me so mad and makes my heart ache that with the number of people on this earth that no one has seen these individuals. And I wonder if anyone really looks anymore. If you see a child alone in the store do you walk away? Do you pretend you didn't see? I can't do that, I have to stay there until someone comes back. I really don't give a damn if someone thinks I'm nuts because I'm there. If it helps keep their child safe I'm all for it. Maybe if people would actually still believe that the children are our next generation, OUR FUTURE, and treat them as such by looking after them no matter where you are then the world might be a better place. Then again maybe I'm just a meddling mother myself whose scared at the rising numbers of missing kids and teens that just seemingly drop off the face of the earth.
Nah that's not it, I think it's really shitty that Sarah Jane or Little Mikey can just disappear and not be seen. Open your damn eyes people, somebody saw them, somewhere! Stand up and be a role model for the next generation! Don't cower behind your cell phone with your blinders on like some damn fool.
Just remember the next generation will be taking care of you in your old age.
How do you want to be treated?
■ Of those kids, an estimated 200,000 were abducted by family members, while 58,000 children were abducted by nonfamily members.
■ Only 115 children were the victims of “stereotypical” kidnapping. These crimes involve someone the child does not know, or knows only slightly, who holds the child overnight, transports the child 50 miles or more, kills the child, demands ransom, or intends to keep the child permanently.
To be the voice for a child, to help bring a lost or missing child home. Are we not here to help each other? What happened to being more than neighbors? what happened to being friends? Looking out for one another because you had a big heart? So many children, and adults too, go missing each day. It makes me so mad and makes my heart ache that with the number of people on this earth that no one has seen these individuals. And I wonder if anyone really looks anymore. If you see a child alone in the store do you walk away? Do you pretend you didn't see? I can't do that, I have to stay there until someone comes back. I really don't give a damn if someone thinks I'm nuts because I'm there. If it helps keep their child safe I'm all for it. Maybe if people would actually still believe that the children are our next generation, OUR FUTURE, and treat them as such by looking after them no matter where you are then the world might be a better place. Then again maybe I'm just a meddling mother myself whose scared at the rising numbers of missing kids and teens that just seemingly drop off the face of the earth.
Nah that's not it, I think it's really shitty that Sarah Jane or Little Mikey can just disappear and not be seen. Open your damn eyes people, somebody saw them, somewhere! Stand up and be a role model for the next generation! Don't cower behind your cell phone with your blinders on like some damn fool.
Just remember the next generation will be taking care of you in your old age.
How do you want to be treated?
Sunday, February 7, 2010
LIfe
Well after a lengthy and troubled computer down time I am back online. During the lengthy downtime I discovered that I need a new hard drive. It's on it's way now and I have reformatted so I have a temporary PC in this one. I have no clue what happened and won't even begin to pretend otherwise.
I wish I could say that this was the only thing that's hit the fan these past few weeks. But it's not. My Aunt called me frantic on a Saturday morning to tell me that my mom was on her way to the ER, she thinks it's a heart-attack. I am home with all four kids and no way to get there, I panic. I called my MIL who agreed to take me to the hospital and watch the two youngest kids, me taking the oldest two with me. I then proceed to make my way through the house to get dressed, I made trips to the basement and the closet without retrieving any clothing in my panicked state. I remembered that if my husband woke up to find the house empty he'd worry. So I think I can keep it together enough to let him know we'll be gone for a bit. WRONG! He's the calm one, remember that. I lean over his unaware sleeping form and the words that come out of my mouth are not those I had planned on saying. "Don't Panic!" I hear myself very nearly yell. His eyes shot open and he was up, for sure. I then break down into tears. "My mom is on her way to the ER. She thinks she's having a heart attack." (Mind you my mom is on chemo for cancer right now too. Has severe asthma, high blood pressure, and high potassium.) "Your mom is dropping me and the two oldest kids at the ER and she's taking the two little ones." He sits up and scrubs his face, "Just leave them all here, I"m up now."
"No, go back to sleep." I tell him and he shakes his head at me, knowing I"m panicking.
"Leave them here and let mom drop you off, call me and let me know what's going on once you find out."
At this point I"m still not dressed, in my jammies. I call his mom and give her the change in deets, I toss on jeans and a shirt, grab my purse and hub's cell and boom I'm ready.
My MIL arrives and tells me to get the two little ones dressed, she'll take them to her house anyways. That way if my hubs can go back to sleep he can doze on the couch while the two oldest ones play a video game.
Twenty minutes later I"m at the ER entrance waiting for my mom. I was waiting when she arrived and she kept me with her the whole time she back there.
All in all I spent 8 hours at the ER, she had pneumonia, they were great with her. I was back there trying to take her mind off being scared. I managed to get a few laughs out of her. I went out let my family know what the docs were doing and she made me promise to come back. She was so scared. Her right side was so bad with pneumonia that it had caused the extreme pain she was having. They admitted her and kept her for a few days. She is still recovering but at home now. We talk everyday, as always. We gossip about our family, anything to get a laugh out of her. I'm too young to be without my mommy. (Sounds silly I know, but it's true.) I love you mommy.
I wish I could say that this was the only thing that's hit the fan these past few weeks. But it's not. My Aunt called me frantic on a Saturday morning to tell me that my mom was on her way to the ER, she thinks it's a heart-attack. I am home with all four kids and no way to get there, I panic. I called my MIL who agreed to take me to the hospital and watch the two youngest kids, me taking the oldest two with me. I then proceed to make my way through the house to get dressed, I made trips to the basement and the closet without retrieving any clothing in my panicked state. I remembered that if my husband woke up to find the house empty he'd worry. So I think I can keep it together enough to let him know we'll be gone for a bit. WRONG! He's the calm one, remember that. I lean over his unaware sleeping form and the words that come out of my mouth are not those I had planned on saying. "Don't Panic!" I hear myself very nearly yell. His eyes shot open and he was up, for sure. I then break down into tears. "My mom is on her way to the ER. She thinks she's having a heart attack." (Mind you my mom is on chemo for cancer right now too. Has severe asthma, high blood pressure, and high potassium.) "Your mom is dropping me and the two oldest kids at the ER and she's taking the two little ones." He sits up and scrubs his face, "Just leave them all here, I"m up now."
"No, go back to sleep." I tell him and he shakes his head at me, knowing I"m panicking.
"Leave them here and let mom drop you off, call me and let me know what's going on once you find out."
At this point I"m still not dressed, in my jammies. I call his mom and give her the change in deets, I toss on jeans and a shirt, grab my purse and hub's cell and boom I'm ready.
My MIL arrives and tells me to get the two little ones dressed, she'll take them to her house anyways. That way if my hubs can go back to sleep he can doze on the couch while the two oldest ones play a video game.
Twenty minutes later I"m at the ER entrance waiting for my mom. I was waiting when she arrived and she kept me with her the whole time she back there.
All in all I spent 8 hours at the ER, she had pneumonia, they were great with her. I was back there trying to take her mind off being scared. I managed to get a few laughs out of her. I went out let my family know what the docs were doing and she made me promise to come back. She was so scared. Her right side was so bad with pneumonia that it had caused the extreme pain she was having. They admitted her and kept her for a few days. She is still recovering but at home now. We talk everyday, as always. We gossip about our family, anything to get a laugh out of her. I'm too young to be without my mommy. (Sounds silly I know, but it's true.) I love you mommy.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
The one thing I hate to do most.
I don't know about anyone else but I hate to shop for a new bra. Well it was unavoidable this past week so off I go. Hubby was a trooper throughout. Now here we go in the bra section, I'm looking for comfort. Cotton, right? Yep, all I wanted was a cotton, no under-wire, SLIGHTLY padded bra. Did I find it? Hell no! What I did find was that apparently bra designers think women with breasts my size NEED that under-wire and enough padding to make a stuffed animal shoved into the cups of said bra! I mean holy crap!
Where is it said that if you've got a B cup you automatically need padding out the yin yang and wires? If I'd wanted them pushed up and out I'd have just bought a roll of duct tape! Rows upon rows of bras, pretty colors and designs. So pleasing to the eye. But for those of us that have to wear them we see itchy, poky, etc. when we see those rows.
What happened to being able to get a simple bra? For someone who didn't need, or want for that matter, padding and wires to make her day hell. Well I ended up with a fruit of the loom cotton bra, under-wire and padding yes. Now I have to break it in and get used to the padding cause it's not my style but it's decently comfortable and I guess it'll have to do.
Where is it said that if you've got a B cup you automatically need padding out the yin yang and wires? If I'd wanted them pushed up and out I'd have just bought a roll of duct tape! Rows upon rows of bras, pretty colors and designs. So pleasing to the eye. But for those of us that have to wear them we see itchy, poky, etc. when we see those rows.
What happened to being able to get a simple bra? For someone who didn't need, or want for that matter, padding and wires to make her day hell. Well I ended up with a fruit of the loom cotton bra, under-wire and padding yes. Now I have to break it in and get used to the padding cause it's not my style but it's decently comfortable and I guess it'll have to do.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Marc Anthony Bookal, missing 4 year old
A desperate search is underway for 4-year-old, Marc Anthony Bookal. The toddler vanished more than 48 hours ago from his Newburgh, NY home, while under the care of his mother’s boyfriend, Cory Byrd. Byrd, whose history includes a criminal conviction for reckless child endangerment, told cops that Marc vanished just before he was to take the boy to visit a relative.
Marc Bookal / Courtesy: City of Newburgh Police Dept.
Marc Bookal / Courtesy: City of Newburgh Police Dept.
Today cops are combing areas near the boy’s home, including a waterfront and a local cemetery. The Hudson River is located approximately five blocks from the home where Marc was last seen. Investigators are also going door-to-door and checking abandoned buildings for any sign of the toddler.
An Amber Alert was not issued, police say, because there is no witnessed abduction in the case and because no vehicle is believed to be involved in Marc’s disappearance. Marc weighs 42 pounds and stands 3-and-a-half feet tall. He was wearing a red, long-sleeve shirt, gray Rocawear sweatpants and Nike Uptown sneakers when he was last seen. Anyone with information about the case is asked to call the Newburgh Police Department at (800) 346-3543.
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