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Today, Donna Dee King passed away at around 5 AM central time from congenital heart failure, respiratory failure, and renal failure, all because of diabetes. She is survived by her son, James Edward, daughter Christine Renee (Gifford), and son, Michael Sean. She also is survived by her grandchildren, David, Shantel, Brittney, and Courtney. Her sister Gail, and brother Dusty both live in the Pacific Northwest. She was a kind-hearted woman with a quick wit and excellent timing with her sarcasm. She will be sorely missed by the thousands, and I mean thousands of lives she has touched deeply over the years. With the information I have, she has worked as an "NCO Wife" at several Air Force bases in at least three countries (home, Philippines, and Japan). Almost every one of her jobs that I recall were in MWR - Morale, Welfare and Recreation. Air Force and Army brats would probably know what I'm talking about. She worked at the NCO Clubs, what some might call a mess hall with style. She worked at the Recreation Centers, where I got most of my Atari 2600 playing done during the summers. She has been there through the years for people, even when they haven't necessarily been there for her all the time. Even I'm guilty of that. Her friends knew, if you needed her, Donna was ALWAYS there for you. She hated saying "no" to us kids, I could tell. But if she didn't, we would have bought both of their incomes in just stuff before the ink was dry on the paychecks. We had everything that we could want, within reason. I wouldn't say spoiled because there were a LOT of things my friends got that I don't see except at garage sales these days. We lived in Hawaii for a few years, and when my dad's new orders came in, several months ahead of time, and he had.. I think months of leave at that point. Guess where we went for vacation? Two islands over. When a trip to Bellows Army Base's recreational beach turned into a nightmare for me, I could see my pain in her eyes. She's had some really hard times. She lost her father to lung cancer - 35 years after he quit smoking. She lost her husband at the age of 51, to a similar disease, though this one more rare and was more related to his service in Vietnam than his smoking, but that certainly helped a lot. She had to have her knee replaced with titanium, but she never really recovered. Diabetes was already there at that point, but she didn't have to have insulin - that much was a blessing. She never really recovered from the loss of her husband, I don't think, but she still put on a smile when it was needed most. Perhaps the only time I could think of her not using her wit, it would be right now - knowing the pain of those who have lost her. I love you, mom. Tags: mom Current Location: Louisville, KY i feel all: no words
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http://news.com.com/2061-10796_3-5736302.html?tag=tbWhat the fuck is going on here? This isn't the country that the Constitution was built upon. This is some third world country, with a government doing its best to take the power away from the people. This is ridiculous. The worst part about it is, I know hundreds of smart people who are so stupidly blinded by partisan politics that they think this is NECESSARY. BULLSHIT. This sort of thing has NEVER been necessary. Terrorism has existed for a LOT longer than 4 years, people. 9/11 just meant they made a bigger score against a bigger target. It does NOT mean we need to remove all mention of "Freedom" from the tongues of the people. I now live in a country that saying "I hate the president" in the wrong place, at the wrong time, could land me in prison. Under this new "expanded" PATRIOT act, I can now be arrested because they THINK I don't like the president. This is the first time where my beliefs on this thing has made me question a friendship. I know someone who thinks this is a GREAT idea, and now I'm not sure I want to be associated with this person as a friend. If you think this is going to do more good than bad, get your head out of your ass and READ the constitution and then READ this "act". If you further think this is doing more good, then go away, and make your own country, you're not taking mine. I'm running for the next open Senate seat in Arkansas, if I'm still living here. Fuck city council, they're doing okay - it's the feds that are ruining our nation. i feel all: enraged
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OK, here are the rules. You go find a song that everybody knows and put the lyrics into the Babelfish ( http://babelfish.altavista.com/). Translate them from English to German, then German to French, and then French to English. Then post here with 3 clues. See who gets the song right first. Here's the clues 1) Not everyone knows it, but everyone who knows me well probably has heard it. 2) It's a BNL song. 3) Some of the lyrics translated -perfectly- from english to german to french to english In old housing which this one, where we maintained, food fallows broken glass of it, is in fallow and is famished broken hearts and bones broken of this one, where did we maintained to live why paint you to them walls? Why did you clean the floor? Why vergipsten it on the drilling which I punched in the door? Is this one, where we maintained to you to live why held that mousetrap? Why did you hold Dishrack? these things used to be my that I estimate that they wish them still, me are back in old housing to Forty-two staircase of the road of curved landing, curved owner of house proximity laneway filled in fallow with hooks. This one is, where we maintained to live. Why did they pave the lawn? why did they modify lockings? Why was I to break to him, I only came me to speak this one am, where we maintained to live as are the neighbor downwards? How is it reheated this year to him? I turned myself your television apparatus and stomped on the floor which is right for the recreation that I know that we do not buy here to more us one old house on Danforth live it me like and their body me I am hot hold fortunately here, with those is however, where we maintained to live in old housing broke in fallow violently the telephone of the memories of the wall only, the memories fading outside which mix it in the blunted lists me wish return i feel all: amused sounds: Sneaker Pimps - The Saint Soundtrack - 6 Underground
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This isn't actual fiction, but a post about some fiction I'd been writing, and why I stopped. The primary reason? I was not happy with the direction it was going. Then I realized, I had started something that interested some people. I apologize for stopping it so suddenly. There are, much more icky feelings involved, too. But they're secondary, and rather self-centered: ( ranting about lj. skip to below, before dirtying yourself with this )But anyways. Here's where I'll be continuing to write it, with input from you, the reader: Afterworld [mygamefactory.org] If you're interested in more about me, then comment below, and I'll add you to a list. :) i feel all: blank sounds: the stones - you can't always get what you want
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