Cin's blog: "General thoughts and observations"

James Crane worked on the 101st floor of Tower 1 of the World Trade Center . He is blind so he has a golden retriever named Daisy. After the plane hit 20 stories below, James knew that he was doomed, so he let Daisy go, out of an act of love. She darted away into the darkened hallway. Choking on the fumes of the jet fuel and the smoke James was just waiting to die. About 30 minutes later, Daisy comes back along with James' boss, who Daisy just happened to pick up on floor 112. On her first run of the building, she leads James, James' boss, and about 300 more people out of the doomed building. But she wasn't through yet, she knew there were others who were trapped. So, highly against James' wishes she ran back in the building. On her second run, she saved 392 lives. Again she went back in. During this run, the building collapses. James hears about this and falls on his knees into tears. Against all known odds, Daisy makes it out alive, but this time she is carried by a firefighter. "She led us right to the people, before she got injured" the fireman explained. Her final run saved another 273 lives. She suffered acute smoke inhalation, severe burns on all four paws, and a broken leg, but she saved 967 lives. Daisy is the first civilian Canine to win the Medal of Honor of New York City.

Arlington National Cemetery Rest easy, sleep well my brothers. Know the line has held, your job is done. Rest easy, sleep well. Others have taken up where you fell, the line has held. Peace, peace, and farewell.. Readers may be interested to know that these wreaths -- some 5,000 -- are donated by the Worcester Wreath Co. of Harrington, Maine. The owner, Merrill Worcester, not only provides the wreaths, but covers the trucking expense as well. He's done this since 1992. A wonderful guy. Also, most years, groups of Maine school kids combine an educational trip to DC with this event to help out. Making this even more remarkable is the fact that Harrington is in one the poorest parts of the state.

This was written by one of my best online friends. Haven't heard from in a while and he sent this to my email this morning. It's one to add to my collection I guess. I just happen to like his cranky ass and he sends me his new stuff.... *************************************************** WHAT HAVE I DONE? I look back at my past and wonder What have I done? I do not know. But other's do and they smile. I look at my present and wonder What am I doing? I do not know. But other's do and they smile. I look at my future and wonder. What will I be doing? I do not know. But other's will and they will smile. On my death bed, I look at my past And I no longer wonder. I know. And I smile.

Let's see if I understand how the world works lately. If a man cuts his finger off while slicing salami at work, he blames the restaurant. If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer, Your family blames the tobacco company. If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, he blames the bartender. If your grandchildren are brats without manners, You blame television. If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer. And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilot at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the crazed deceased blames the airline. I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore. So, if I die while my old, wrinkled ass is parked in front of this computer, I want all of you to blame Bill Gates

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... a youth she's content to leave behind.... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..... a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... a feeling of control over her destiny... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to fall in love without losing herself.. EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... HOW TO QUIT A JOB, BREAK UP WITH A LOVER, AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...

Ok, this is the first time I've ever tried a "blog" entry.. bear with me ok. First and foremost, I gotta tell you. I am really liking LC. Seems that I've had more to look at and more to talk about in the last few months then ever before. Funny thing... Normally, I'm not one to make friends easily, something about being painfully shy and sometimes hard to get along with. The first comes from being a sheltered child (uh huh...) and the second comes from the line of work that I'm in. Those of you who know me well, also know what I do for a living, for those that don't, I guess you gotta ask. I've made a hella lot of new friends and quite possibly some new enemies on here and I'm thankful for both. Being thankful for both is somewhat of a revelation for me and I'm still not sure exactly why just yet. Might post more on that when I have my "startling new revelation" that's bound to come sooner or later. I guess the purpose of this "blog" entry is to let the people that I've met on here how very thankful I am for thier friendship and thier companionship, especially during the past few weeks. I recently told one of these friends that I would get even with him for a certain blog that he posted, and believe me George, I have not forgotten. Then there is Cliff and his true love Monique. Cliff, you were the first to welcome me and I'll always be thankful for that. Monique, you are an absolutely beautiful woman and I think that Cliff has finally come to his senses... ;) Dick... I love you to pieces, what more can I say? You are the most incredibly wonderful person that I have ever met. And I hope that one day... we might sit on that park bench. Matt... Ya got a helluva lot of talent and you are one of the most intelligent men that I've ever spoken to. Education is all in how you look at it. I think you know that. There are a lot of people on here who might never know how they've touched my life in one way or another andI cannot hope to possibly name them all. Just please know, all of you... that I'm thankful for all of you and I may write more later on a few others.... Oh yeah, I forgot to metion one other person that needs to be mentioned in this... my first and quite possibly my last blog... Cliff.... my Texas friend, I have no words to describe you, they haven't been coined yet. But I think you know. Thank you. There is so much more that I can say about you, but it'll just embarass you and I can't do that to ya! Just remember that the customer is always right (until you see him somewhere else, then you can cuss him out)... that EVERCLEAR is NEVER to be drank... EVER... and that That Big Red Dog has made his creators millions of dollars so he can't be all bad. (sorry, had to do that, personally, I hate him too!!!) Ok, shit, thats enough... damn fingers are sore now. Sorry for rambling folks... laterz