Posted 3:34 PM by melanie

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Rest In Peace

I feel very pensive right now. A death anniversary passed and I didn’t realize until yesterday that it had come and gone. Rick died September the 14 almost ten years ago and I didn’t remember until I heard the Saliva song Rest in Pieces, because it reminds me of him. He was cremated in California and his mother and brother transported the ashes back via airplane and his Mom took some ashes out and holds on to them like they’re the most valuable possessions she has; the rest of him was buried, and now every time I hear that song, it reminds me of him resting in separate places.

I started observing death anniversaries because my oldest and favorite brother died the day after Thanksgiving and that made it hard for us to forget the time of his passing, and then my father died just about two weeks before Christmas. We had poinsettias instead of roses at his funeral and my family (what is left of it) is always a little blue around the holidays. I never started this time of mourning and remembrance until least November and then Rick had to go die in September, so now it starts earlier. No one in my life dies in the spring or the summer; its always the fall or winter.

(In case you think that I am a total drag, just remember that my father was 100% Irish and I grew up in Louisiana where we have jazz funerals. I intend to make khalua, again this year even though I quit drinking. Want some?)

Posted 4:26 PM by melanie

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We need the Clean Air Act in Baton Rouge

They're not locking down CC, like it matters.

They're not even bothering to lock down the Chemical Corridor anymore. This is the 4th incident in a month's time.

Now, I’m not harping on this, but another one? Exxon has an explosion and all my friends just happen to be in the area, sitting at their home after a ball game and eating hamburgers for Christ Sake!! No CC lockdown this time.

By MARLENE NAANES and
PENNY BROWN ROBERTS
Advocate staff writers
http://www.2theadvocate.com/stories/090303/new_soars001.shtml

Pipes carrying gasoline components at the ExxonMobil refinery caught fire Tuesday evening, sending a tower of flames and thick, black smoke high into the air for almost an hour.


Residents who live around the ExxonMobil Refinery said their homes vibrated after a pipeline containing gasoline components caught fire Tuesday evening. No injuries were reported.

While the fire burned Tuesday, police temporarily closed Scenic Highway between Mohican and Shelley streets and the Evangeline Street exits off Interstate 110, police spokesman Cpl. Don Kelly said.

Posted 10:56 AM by melanie

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I used to not be like this. Anti Social

Ok here is my weird dilemma. I want to work online, I already take some classes online, and I like it here at home. I could live in front of my computer and never leave and be totally happy out here in cyber world. If I wasn’t in the boonies, then I’d have my groceries delivered, toiletries, everything. I like being alone and with people at the same time through my computer. I have absolutely, no desire to leave my home. Right now I have classes that pull me away twice a week to another city, but if I could do everything through this screen and keyboard then I would. In the real world there is traffic, cops, mean people, courts, judges, and nothing, but problems; on my computer there is information, hours of pleasurable reading, learning, chatting, and now my favorite thing to do is, looking for a job or a new field on monster.com. Something that lets me stay at home away from the public.

Part 2: Mel the Basket case.or (here I go, again, referring to myself in the 3rd person)

I am about to get put through it again. I can see it coming, another ringer. I'm going to be put before a bunch of public servants (what a name for them) and be told (again) what a worthless human piece of living matter that I am. My self esteem is already low and I know what they think of me and it's nothing personal; it's how you win your case if you're a ruthless bastard/bitch, but damn, I'd rather stay at home and not deal with it all again. A couple of ruptured disks, many attorneys and several judges, later and now you have me; someone who was once a perfectly good nurse, who used to like herself, and her profession, and who loved every patient she ever took care of, and I have become a total introvert who would rather talk to myself through my keyboard and avoid all contact with other people.


Judges (another rainy day rant)

I told my mother the other day that I know why we have a court system and judges; it’s not to administer justice or protect the constitution, or argue the separation of church and state; it’s to divide everyone into two classes of human beings; worth a shit and not worth a shit, and according to them, (the courts) most of us litter, the not worth a shit pile like so many skin bags of human refuse ready for disposal, they dispose of us in institutions, penal and otherwise, and execute us, or drug us when they get a chance to. I have spent my whole life trying to escape the not worth a shit pile (through school, work, and volunteering in the community) only to be directed back to it again every time I am unlucky enough to walk too close to a gavel.