George Bush is the Devil?

So I was able to catch like 5 minutes of news yesterday morning just in time to see the President of Venezuela call George Bush the devil a couple of times. I wanted to write so bad I tried to send from the Treo but my girl Max hasn't hooked me up on the info yet for how that is possible. During the past 6 years that the American public has had to endure the lying idiot president he has been called a lot of things. Google George Bush and the first hit is a direct link to his bio the official White House website. In the aftermath of Hurrican Katrina Kanye West told the world that George Bush doesn't like Black People and why should he when his idiot momma during that same time period stated that living in a shelter was a step up for poor people. Imaging being poor or not and losing every meage possession you were lucky enough to have and being traumatized for a few days to end up in a shelter being a step up to living in your own place with your own stuff. But being called the devil in front of the free world, what a hoot. All I can say is GO PRESIDENT CHAVEZ. HIGH FIVE AND A BIG COSIGN. I wish I could have met you when you rolled through Harlem on Thursday.

9/11 - Reflections

I know this is kind of late but just needed to put it out there. A week ago today was the day to reflect on the day that changed the atmosphere of America more than any other event in my lifetime. I happened to be away on 9/11 this year but as I tuned into the radio on my drive back home or the television when I got home it was hard to forget or ignore the deluge of memories that were all around. Many were remembering back to where they were and sending prayers to the families of those who lost loved ones, friends and acquaintances.

I have to admit that the way it touched my life was not the same way it touched others. 9/11/2001 I was serving jury duty for the first time. I had reported the day before to the Bronx court house and was called for a case and told by the judge to report the next day at 11:00 AM. That really worked for me because I could literally walk to the courthouse from my house. At a little before 9 I went into the bathroom to get showered. I turned on the radio to hear them discussing the last time a plane hit a building in NY when a plane hit the Empire State Building. I went back in the bedroom, turned to the news just in time to see the plane strike the second tower. My husband was working nights at the time and I woke him up so he could see what was going on. We watched in shock like it was a bad B movie. I remember crying when the first tower went down. We spent the rest of the day worrying about how our youngest son was going to get from lower Manhattan where he was in middle school to the Bronx and worrying about a close friend and church member who worked in an eating establishment in one of the towers. Cell phones were a complete waste of time, public transportation was nuts, bridges were closed and jury duty was cut short.

The next morning when my husband returned from work he was complaining of gas pains that he had experienced all night long. The gas turned out to be a mild heart attack that sent us to the emergency room that was still crazy as those trying to help with the recovery effort at the towers were sent to any and every hospital to be treated for the ill effects of being in that environment at that time. My husband had just turned 43 at the time.

5 years later neither have the towers been rebuilt nor have the memorial been even started but that's typical for NY. We have a movie about the event cause Hollywood will make money off of anything that they can. From time to time I'll see an old episode of NYPD Blue and see the towers in the background and remember how awesome they were to see and how we'll never see them again and why. I remember the great loss of so many innocents and I'm saddened. Or I'll be forced to fly somewhere and remember why I damn near have to strip to catch a flight in America. My world is a much scarier place and I've never been back to jury duty.

Cregg V goes to Germany

Well yesterday was a bitter sweet evening as we said good-bye to Cregg V. V is a nurse by profession and has been in the Air Force Reserves for a mintue. When the whole Iraq thing began we were pretty nervous and worried that she could be called up. Indeed at one point she was almost sent to Turkey but was spared when the order was rescinded and she did not have to leave.

Indeed she serves in a noble profession and her willingness to serve outside of a comfortable hospital setting where she is in a supervisory position is admirable. She was actually well into her 30s when she joined the reserves but she's my girl and I know I will miss her tremendously, Germany is so far away. On the bright side she is not in a combat zone and is really only an email away. I miss her already. Left to right: Cregg B, Cregg Y, Cregg V, Cregg C and Cregg L.

Spirit Air...NEVER AGAIN - The End

Nearly a month after my letter was faxed to the Spririt Airlines Corporate Offices I finally received communication from them. I had literally given up on hearing from them. Just that day when telling a colleague about my experience with them I mentioned that they did not even respond to my quite lengthly letter about my abominable treatment by their company in Ft. Lauderdale, FL.

The letter that I received from them was an insult since it was clearly apparent to me that they had not even really read the letter that was sent to them and merely plugged my information into some generic mail merge letter. The letter that I received from Karianne Silva, Corporate Consumer Affairs, Spirit Airlines served to lower my opinion of the company a notch or two more which I did not think was possible but alas it was. So I'm done with them and warn others to avoid them as well. As they say when your plane touches down, they recognize that you have a choice in air travel, my advice, don't choose them.