Let us not forget New Orleans

I am still so sad about the loss of such an alive city. Although I remain saddened, it seems that the energy and focus has fallen away from rebuilding New Orleans. Heck, it's almost forgotten what even happened to the people who live there, and in other devastated places. The real travesty with this news is the simple fact that people are still living there and trying to resume a normal life in a city completely devastated.

I am blessed to have a dear friend that lives in New Orleans. She had to evacuate her 2 boys and animals right before the hurricane hit leaving her husband, her house, her business, her life behind. She continued giving us updates in the aftermath as she traveled across the country to live with her sister. Her husband was part of the swat "search and rescue" team that stayed home. It was very difficult. She managed. She enrolled them in school. She swallowed much of her pride and accepted help and donations all the while maintaining as "normal" of a life for her children. I am in awe of her.

Luckily I have Gina to make me remember New Orleans and what is going on there. She had to get a new job -- and her children just started school again. She says there are very many businesses that won't return -- much like a ghost town. The people just aren't there. She is angry at the lack of continued support. She has every right to be. It seems that politicians (democrats and republicans alike) all seem to talk...To plan...To argue....To point the finger, yet noone is stepping up to the plate and really digging into helping! Read about her plight on her blog: http://chicory.blogspot.com/

Gina is "home" now -- Her house was not in one of the areas that were completely flooded out. Although I'm guessing the feeling of home has lost some of its familiarity due to the destruction surrounding it -- even the sadness in it. She's lost her business. Her relationship with her husband is strained in a way that only those experienced with "post traumatic stress" can imagine. Yet Gina wanted to go home. She wanted to experience the simplicity in joy of returning, even if it's to a city that has no resemblance to the home they left behind. New Orleans is her home -- and noone can take that away. And although it doesn't feel the same, knowing many of her neighbors cannot be here and feeling the emptiness that's taken their place, she's hopeful that her ravaged city will someday feel like she's back in New Orleans again.

So please remember -- please urge our representatives to remember and work together. This is our world, our homes, our people....

For up to the date information: http://www.nola.com/ and everyone should also visit: http://levees.org (even the intro is very cool.)

Edited to add a blog entry by Poppy Z Brite (http://docbrite.livejournal.com) that just brings tears to my eyes as well as disgust -- I mean -- what country do we live in?

"WHY NEW ORLEANS IS NOT OK, SEVEN MONTHS ON

Occasionally I'm asked by friends Not From Here, "New Orleans is better now, right? You had Mardi Gras!" or "Are you doing OK?" or some variation. Sometimes, particularly if they're contemplating a visit, I even try to reassure them: it's very possible to have a good, safe time here; the French Quarter is fine; lots of restaurants and bars are open. In truth, though, New Orleans and most of its inhabitants are very much Not OK. I present to you a baker's dozen facts about life in the city seven months after the storm. Some are large, some small. I think many of them will surprise you.

1. Most of the city is still officially uninhabitable. We and most other current New Orleanians live in what is sometimes known as The Sliver By The River, a section between the Mississippi River and St. Charles Avenue that didn't flood, as well as in the French Quarter and part of the Faubourg Marigny. In the "uninhabitable sections," there are hundreds of people living clandestinely in their homes with no lights, power, or (in many cases) drinkable water. They cannot afford generators or the gasoline it takes to run them, or if they have generators, they can only run them for part of the day. They cook on camp stoves and light their homes with candles or oil lamps at night.

2. There is a minimal police presence, and most of it is concentrated in the Sliver. Homes in other parts of the city are still being looted, vandalized, and burned.

3. Many parts of the city have had no trash pickup -- either FEMA or municipal -- for weeks. Things improved for a while, but now there are nearly as many piles of debris and stinking garbage as there were right after the storm.

4. There are no street lights in many of the "uninhabited" sections, which makes for very dark nights for their residents.

5. Many of the stoplights, including some at large, busy intersections, still don't work. They have become four-way stops (with small, hard-to-see stop signs propped up near the ground) and there are countless wrecks.

6. There is hardly any medical care in the city. As far as I know, only two hospitals and an emergency facility in the convention center are currently operating. Emergency room patients, even those having serious symptoms like chest pains, routinely wait eight hours or more to be seen by a doctor. We have, I believe, 600 hospital beds in a city whose population is approaching (and may have surpassed) 250,000.

7. Most grocery stores, many drugstores, and countless other important retail establishments are only open until 5, 6, or at best 8:00 PM because of the lack of staffing. This is only an inconvenience for me, a freelancer, but it's crippling for people who work "normal" hours.

8. The city's recycling program has been suspended indefinitely. We talk about restoring the wetlands that could buffer us from another storm surge, but every day we throw away tons of recyclables that will end up in the landfills that help poison our wetlands.

9. Cadaver dogs and youth volunteers gutting houses are still finding bodies in the Lower Ninth Ward. Of course these corpses are just skeletons by now -- the other day they found a six-year-old girl with an older person, possibly a grandmother, located near her -- and they may never be identified. The bodies are hidden under debris piles and collapsed houses. This is in the same section of town that some of the politicians are aching to bulldoze.

10. Thousands of people who lived in public housing were forcibly removed from their homes. It is now being suggested by much of the current power structure, including our very liberal Councilman at Large Oliver Thomas, that they not be allowed back into these homes unless they can prove they had jobs before the storm or are willing to sign up for job training. (Many of you may agree with this, and I did too, sort of, until I really thought about it. Hadn't they already qualified for the housing? What about the ones who had jobs that don't exist anymore? How can they find jobs in New Orleans if they don't live here?)

11. There are still flooded, wrecked, and abandoned cars all over the streets, parked in the neutral grounds, and in many cases partly submerged in the canals out East. Now that it's campaign time, Mayor Nagin is trying to come up with a solution for this, but he thinks maybe we should wait for FEMA to do it (!!!!!) and he claims the best removal offer he's gotten so far was "written on the back of a napkin."

12. Many of the FEMA trailers -- you know, the ones costing taxpayers $70,000 each -- have been delivered to homeless New Orleanians but cannot be lived in because the city doesn't have enough people to come out and do electrical inspections, and the trailers need a separate hookup instead of being hooked into the house's power supply, and a dozen other damn fool things. While these trailers sit empty, there is an easily constructed, far more attractive structure called a "Katrina cottage" that could easily be built all over south Louisiana. It costs about $25,000 less than the flimsy, uncomfortable trailers. FEMA refuses to use it because they're not allowed to provide permanent housing.

13. A large percentage -- I've heard figures ranging from 60 to 75% -- of current New Orleanians are on some form of antidepressant or anti-anxiety drug. The lines at the pharmacy windows have become a running joke. When a visiting "expert" gave a Power Point presentation on post-traumatic stress disorder recently, the entire audience dissolved into hysterical laughter.

My left brained, ultra conservative, right winged Catholic father will love this one,

You fit in with:
Taoism

Your ideals mostly resemble those of the Taoist faith. Spirituality is the most important thing in your life. You strive to live by all of your ideals, and live a very intellectually focused life.


60% spiritual.
20% reason-oriented.



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Go Fly a Kite....or is it, Let's go fly a kite...

(is it just me or did your mind just magically wander to Jane, Michael and Mr. Banks skipping thru the streets and parks of London? Anyway....)

We just got back from Florida and my brain is spinning while my body remains exhausted. The original purpose of this particular blog was to enlighten the few that read it on the conclusions that I've come to on this trip. However, I am having difficulty getting my point across without sounding as if I am a victim. I most certainly am not -- and I hold no ill feelings toward anyone-- just simply a reawakening of MY spirit that somehow seems to become faded when I cross the Mississippi river.

If you read the previous post you will know that we were out of town for a a dedication and celebration of Joel's grandfather's life. Generally, in my immediate family, it brings us all closer -- stories told, tears shed amongst great fits of laughter, hugs given and genuinely felt, and just an all around sense of "familiness". I must admit that I didn't get that feeling this time around. It's no secret that my relationship with my inlaws is, at times, a bit strained. This trip opened my eyes. It's not solely upon my shoulders that this uneasiness lies...But with my husband, and even (gulp) possibly my children.

I've been forced to open my eyes to the differences in how I was raised and how my husband was and ultimately to the relationships we have with our nuclear families today-- This has allowed both of us to sit down and say how we plan on treating our children. Joel and I bonded on another level in this trip. I saw the man that I love genuinely defeated and disappointed only to see his courage and love blossom into focusing on US. It really warmed my heart and made me proud of him. It's hard to say "goodbye" to your expectations -- to simply turn your back on the part of you that just repeatedly gets hurt, to dry the eyes that repeatedly cry and become a larger MAN because of it and not letting them do that to you anymore. Joel David....You are a great man.

So the rest of our trip was wonderful...Heavenly days spent on white sand playing with two boys that just are the coolest things around. We built sand castles, buried ourselves, shot squirtguns, swam in the gulf, drank fruity cocktails, spent time with others who love us and enjoy our company, and the boys flew their first kites. Being the blubbering fool that I am....as daddy was helping them keep it up in the air, I just teared up thinking "this is what it's all about". Disappointments come and go, but this....RIGHT here....will forever be ours. Time to focus on all of THIS and let THAT go. It's overdue. So as the kite was ripping and roaring in the ocean breeze above our heads, I looked at my husband and my children laughing and I laughed too.















....Let's go fly a kite, up where the air is right, Let's go fly a kite and keep it soaring!....."

Until we meet again....We'll miss you.....

Grandpa Brookman passed away on March 13, 2006 at 87 years of age. Joel's grandfather leaves behind a cherished wife, 2 brothers, 2 children and their spouses, 5 grandchildren and 5 great grandchildren. He was a proud military veteran fighting in WWII, storming the beach on D-Day as well as taking in the Battle of the Bulge. He was awarded the Purple Heart, the Bronze Star and the meritorious Unit award for his action in Bastogne. Upon being discharged from the army, he raised a family, became a business man, an avid golfer and took part in barber shop chorus for over 20 years. A life lived...Future generations here, thanks to him...A life meant to be remembered.

Happy 8th Anniversary to me....

In 8 years we've moved across the country and back, bought 3 houses, owned 10 cars, had 3 pregnancies, 2 kids, 4 dogs, 6 job changes, 2 fires, 4 nephews, 1 niece, major surgeries, a couple car accidents, lost 4 grandparents, had a few fights and lots of love.

I love you, babe.

Brothers....

I simply adore this picture and wanted to share it. I simply adore these boys and feel like the world is brighter with them in it.

My baby is *THREE*

My sweet baby boy just walked out of his room, plopped his sweet self in my bed next to me.

"today is my birthday?"

"yes, baby...."

"i'm THREE" (and he holds his fingers in the only way he knows how to make three, with the cutest smile ever)

"yes, baby" and I smell his boy smell...I touch his scrapped up boy feet and laugh at his crazy boy bedhead.

"bagel? chocolate milk? Dora?"

"it's your birthday, kid....if that's what you want"

"I wuv you mama"

"I love you stinker. Happy Happy birthday"....

What does my face tell you?

What Your Face Says

At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced. Overall, your true self is reserved and logical. With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react. In love, you seem mysterious and interesting. In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.

What Do People Think Of Your Face?

Hmmmmmmm......What do I think of that.....I suppose it's mostly true (who am I, James Frey?)

I believe I am warm and well-balanced. In fact, I think my greatest quality is that I *AM* well balanced, so I dig that.

Reserved and logical? Um, not so much. I would NOT put "reserved" on my short list of adjectives describing myself -- actually I wouldn't probably put it on the long list either. Logical?...Yes.

Dramatic, lively, quick to react? I would argue that drama surrounds me, but doesn't come from me. LOL.... Lively, yes. Quick to react? Too much....Often I find that I'm choking on my foot.

Mysterious and interesting in love? There was a time I was, I would guess. But where I am today, there is very little left to mystery. I hope I remain interesting though. I am left to wonder, does someone's face come up with a "predictable and boring" in love response? How horrible is that!?

Stressful situations? Sad and helpless? Oh God no...... I respond rather well to stress. I believe strongly in "will it matter in 100 years" and therefore don't usually FEEL stressed?! Besides, the kids ignite stress in my life....But HELPLESS? Who can't lock them in their bedrooms and crank the music and dance with wild abandon?

(kidding....kindof.)

Dane's soccer pictures

You know the kind -- that "proud mommy moment" when you receive the packet. You gaze down lovingly at the very cute pose of said child clutching onto the soccer ball with the huge grin on his face.



You know the kind where your child is just BEAMING in happiness and at that moment you know that you've done right in the world and raised a happy child. And even better -- knowing that your husband, whom you adore, is your son's soccer coach -- that super cute "father/son, coach/player" picture?



Then you feel something heavy in the box..."Oh it's the plaque for coach of the team picture!" What fun -- to see your child with all his friends learning a new sport and the fundamentals of teamwork and patience at it's finest? You look sweetly at each child wondering where you beautiful baby is? The anticipation, the excitement, the EMBARRASMENT!