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Thursday, February 15, 2018

The Florida School Shooting

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Florida school shooting.  Another horrific school shooting.
I don't understand why we protect our politicians, celebrities, banks, brinks trucks, airports, train stations, Times Square and much more with armed guards but not our children.  It makes no sense to me.

Last week I went to the same Middle School that I used to attend to pick up my nephew.  Things are different now from when I attended.  Supposedly they are "safer" and the faculty is more aware.  I beg to differ.  Granted, when I attended, anyone could simply walk into the school.  Doors were not locked.


I walked up to the doors, rang a bell and was buzzed in.  I approached a desk with a volunteer sitting with her back against a wall.  I gave them my license, explained why I was there and signed a paper.  I also carried my large pocketbook.  No one checked it.  How did they know I didn't have a gun in it????????????????????????  How in the world is this any safer than when I attended school there?

I proceeded to walk through the hallways to the nurses office.  Had there been a gun in my pocketbook, I could have shot up a whole lot of people and there wasn't anyone there who could have stopped me. 

So they had my signature and name, big deal.  Crazy people aren't concerned that. 

CLICK VIDEO - Gunman shot at School Board Meeting

People don't want guns in schools, but when a nut starts shooting, who do they call?  The people with the guns!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  And then... there's guns in the school, which they said they didn't want.  Go figure.  Now they are HAPPY to have those guns in the school, hoping and praying those guns take out the shooter and save their loved ones. 

I've heard people argue, "They will shoot the guard first."  Who said there should be only one guard.  If we go with that argument, then why do we have armed guards protecting our train stations, our politicians, celebrities, banks, etc?  What's the point, they will just "shoot the guard first."  Ridiculous statement if you ask me.

Two U.S. National Guard troops are stationed inside of the Grand Central Terminal Tuesday in New York City. Photo: IBTimes/Aaron Morrison
People argue, "The kids will be scared."  Really?  How does that make sense.  Why would kids be scared knowing there are trained guards protecting them?  Do children tremble walking into a bank, seeing a police officer, at Penn Station boarding a train, when they walk into a supermarket and a Brinks truck is there?  I've seen kids around all of those things and they were fine, they didn't even pay attention to it. Kids walk through Penn Station daily and we have military personnel with huge guns out in the open.  I've yet to see a kid upset, question it, or afraid.


If armed guards are the norm from when kids start school, they will think nothing of it.  If parents explained to children that the armed guards were there to keep everyone safe, same as police, they will be fine.  I've never seen any child see a police office and tremble in fear. Most are intrigued and ask questions even about their guns. 


I've seen the images of the kids terrorized by the mass shooters though!  If that's not fear and sadness, I don't know what is.  People are worried about kids being scared??  Well, they sure are scared when a lunatic comes in shooting, aren't they?

I say, have armed guards in all our schools, change policies to REALLY protect our kids, and stop these mass shootings.  You won't stop it by creating more laws, by banning certain guns, etc.  That's not the answer.  (See The Horrific Events In Las Vegas)  Criminals and crazy people don't follow laws and never will.

We must fight fire with fire.  If the crazies and criminals have guns, we need trained personnel nearby with guns too!!  We shouldn't have to wait for them to be called and wait for them to arrive.  They should be on the premises ready to act immediately! 

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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

What's In A Name

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I recently read a thread on Facebook where people were discussing dating people with the same name as an ex.

I DESPISE my ex's name.  I hated it from the day I met him.  In fact, I hated it from the day a cousin named her kid a similar name and used my ex's name as a nickname.  UGH.

However, back then, I figured, don't be silly, you can't not date someone simply over a name.  I WISH I'D BEEN SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (See Divorce - Stallion or Donkey! - My Guest Post on Another Blog)


I didn't like the last name either.  I didn't want to give up my Italian last name.  I swore, if I ever remarried, I would not take my new husband's last name unless it was Italian.  My current husband is 100% Italian!

I actually met a guy online once and we were chatting through the dating site for a bit.  He sounded decent, seemed nice.  UNTIL... he told me his name.  It was the same first name as my ex.  I couldn't do it.  The man thought I was insane.  I didn't care.  Bottom line, calling that name nauseated me. It also gave me major anxiety. No how, no way!

Maybe I gave up a great guy, I will never know.  All I do know is, I'm not sorry.


I met my current husband and thankfully, although I'm not in love with his first name, it's not a name I despise.  The fact he had an Italian last name was also appealing.  I happen to really like his last name.

Now... don't get me wrong.  I didn't date him just because of his name.  The first day we met, we went for coffee (perfect, if I didn't like him, I could have hightailed it out of there.)  Eating dinner is excruciatingly long and painful with someone you are not interested in.


Well... our coffee turned into dinner. He asked me if I'd eaten yet and asked me to join him for dinner. This was before all my current issues. (See Someone Asked Me Today How I Deal With...)  We spent FIVE hours in the diner just talking and talking and laughing and having fun.  He asked me to go out again and we made plans for the next day, per his suggestion.  (See 15 Steps To Take To Meet A Brilliant, Kind, Delightful Man)


I remember years ago when I worked for Medicare Part B, I took a call from an insured.  Back then I was still using the last name I despised.  Sometimes older people liked to chat and as I was looking up his claims, the man started chatting with me.  He was Italian, I could tell by the way he spoke and by his last name.  He said something to me about not understanding since I'm not Italian.  I said, "oh, no, Sir, I certainly am Italian, I'm a _____________, the name I gave is  not my name, it's my married name!"


When I was dating my significant other years ago, he was half Italian on his mom's side.  His last name was not Italian and it was a very difficult last name to spell and pronounce.  I told him, if we ever marry, I won't take your last name.  He said he understood completely, he dealt with it his whole life, he wouldn't want to burden anyone else!


I'm proud to take my current husband's last name.  It comes from a long line of hard-working, family-oriented, caring, loving, fun people.  We realized our families were so similar it was like being raised by the same family.

Now, when I give my name, people joke around with me like they did when I was a kid!  "Nice 'Irish'  name," they tell me!

What's in a name.  A name can bring back wonderful memories or horrific memories.  Hearing either of my Grandma's names makes me smile.  Of course that's what they were called here in America. Their real names were different from what they were called here.  Same with my grandfathers.

Names mean a lot.  Some make you cringe, some make you smile!

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