Rita

Is a Bitch-Ass-Ho!!

I am so bummed that so many people are going to be again affected by another fucking hurricane.

I've been reading the blogs of our friends in the area and I'm just sick that they have had to pack up and leave their homes; it really makes me sad.

Please keep Valerie , her friend Kim, and Merry Widow in your thoughts and prayers. Sassyfemme and her partner are preparing for the storm. They live inland so they will probably be fine; but I'm thinking of them as well. I'm still getting around to everyone to check on our Houston friends. Shelly's parents are staying in their home and riding out the storm. They only live about 30 miles inland and Shelly and Angie are VERY worried about them.

In 1992, I was living in South Florida when Hurricane Andrew hit. I, being from the NE, did not have one inkling of what to do in a hurricane; luckily my husband at the time, (XH#1,) did. We lived about 11 miles inland between Ft. Lauderdale and Boca Raton and we lived in an older house that was built better than a lot of the newer ones; it was made out of steel beams and poured concrete. We had storm shutters on all of our windows and a newer roof. We were looking okay and we even had friends who lived on the inter-coastal waterway who came to stay with us.

I went to Wal-Mart (this was pre-boycotting,) to buy supplies. Never being in a hurricane before, I just looked to see what everyone else was buying; water, batteries, etc. There was a big ass display of Clorox bleach and everyone was buying some. I had no idea why, but I figured that everyone else knew what they were doing, so I bought two gallons. Later I found out that you can sanitize water with it to make it potable. Perhaps that is when my love affair with bleach began!

When the storm started, it was later at night. I was so nervous I didn't know what to do with myself. About ten o'clock we heard loud popping, explosions noises, they were the electrical transmitters; that was the end of our electricity for several days.

Throughout the night the storm blew.

Andrew changed his course and shifted south at the last minute to a place that was NOT expecting him; Homestead, Florida. I will never forget the sounds of the people calling the weatherman on the radio screaming, "When is it going to be over???" It was terrifying for me, I can't imagine how they must have felt. The weatherman was telling them to cover themselves with their mattresses, get into an interior room; he was so calm and collected. He really helped a lot of people to ride out the storm by talking them through the entire night. That weatherman's name was Bryan Norcross, I have never forgotten him, and I will always consider him a hero.

Tragedy makes a lot of people hero's; and I'm sure we will see more of them rising up our of Rita's wake. With all of the bad things in the world; it is so comforting to know that when push comes to shove, and shove comes to need, we really are all there for eachother.

Imagine if we could have that kind of mentality all of the time in every act, throughout every day of our lives. That we every day, woke up and found ways to give of ourselves, our time, our talent, and our treasure, to others. Imagine what kind of world we would live in then.

Maybe that is one of the lessons that we can all learn from those two bitches Katrina and Rita. Let's not wait for tragedy to be good to one another; to give to others, to help, to love our neighbors. To lay hands on other people with compassion and kindness and heart. Let's try to do it without the tragedy of a big-ass-mother-fucking hurricane.

Let's just do it because we can.

In closing; I'm blaming these hurricanes on George W. Bush... It's GOT to be his fault.
I DO NOT heart him.