I marched with Occupy Long Beach Ca. Saturday Oct. 8th 2011

I March on Saturday Oct. 8th 2011 - had The BEST, most Insightful, Most Meaningful Time Ever in my Life -going 2more of these meetings -ALL Welcome 2Join me @OccupyLB @OccupyLongBeach - I will post Video soon or go to Site to View their Videos @ http://occupylongbeach.webs.com/

Teacher vs Parent

Anyone can be a parent. no school to become a parent. no money to become a parent. no rules to become a parent. Just have sex, not use birth control and spit one out. You only have to wait 9 months to become a parent, however having a baby is not the same as being a parent. I do not know why people always think it is up to the parents to bring up children, I wish it was like that! In a perfect world the parent would be a parent to their kid, but this is not a perfect world.
A teacher chooses to become a teacher. A teacher goes to school, a teacher pays money to become a teacher, it takes time, patience and hard work to become a teacher. A teacher must want to become a teacher. Once they are a teacher, it is their job to teach that child no matter who their parents are.
I am tired of people saying it is up to the parents to raise the kids. I wish they would, but it is not always like that. It is not the kids fault that they are born and not taught correctly. Sorry to say this but, it is everyone else`s problem. We need to step up when no one else will and if not, then, We need to stop relying on the parents and rely and appreciate the teacher more. More importance should be focused on the teacher. this is not the way I would like the world, but it is the reality of our world that we cannot ignore anymore.
I`m not saying to give up completely on the parent. by all means, give the parent every opportunity to be a good parent & teacher to their kid, just do not depend on it. If that indeed happens, it would just be a much needed & appreciated bonus.
Stop passing the buck, whatever it is. Claim the problem as your own because it is your own. If everyone did their part plus 100 times more, it would be a better world. As of now, we all just get by the skin of our teeth. As some teachers put on our papers 'we are not living up to our penitential'.

Comments:
Duncan Edwards Just wondering who raises your children? What if they don't raise them the way you think is best? Who taught you to spell? If everyone just did their part as they should, nobody would have to do 100 times more. Sorry but I'm not letting nor do I desire to have anyone else raise my children. That's my job because I'll do it better than anyone else would care to.

Me: That`s wonderful if you raise your own children, you then are fine - but not everyone is like you - I don`t like that people do not raise their children, but at the same time, it is a reality. I cannot force them, no one can force people to be good parents - but thankfully there are teachers out there. What I am trying to say is we need to appreciate & recognize the teachers who are sometimes our children`s parents. (and yes, our children, ALL children is OUR children)

What Happened to Honest Capitalism?

I am Pro-Capitalism, but not at the Expense of Others, My Fellow Man, The Planet or Universe. I am for Honest Capitalism.
I understand that there will always be the battle between Good and Evil, however, I will always fight for over all good. I will especially step in whenever I see the fight being fought more UN-balanced & UN-fair than usual and watching good people being fooled by what they think is good, like a Sheep to Slaughter. Evil can disguise itself as being good. You must always read the fine print or more so, follow the money.
I know sometimes I must Vote for the Lesser of Evils. I will always Vote. No one will silence me. No Vote is a usually a Vote against your best interest, because you are putting your fate in others hands. It is very important that everyone Votes. Everyone needs to document their Voice with a Vote. It is more then winning your view, it is documenting how we as a nation feel. It is history. Even if things do not change right away, the more we all speak up, the more of a chance we have of having things change the way the Majority of us wants it instead of continuing to give the power to the 1% to Stuff their own pockets with our best interest.
oxox, Stacy

Read More Political Talk @ StacysSoapBox.com

Where was this when I needed it? Changing the Miss to Mrs made Easier

What do you think this Dream Means? Couch in the Sky

Me and my Husband Roy was sitting on a Couch that was High up in the Air, supported by Many Stacks of Soft Cushions. The Couch was a bit unsteady and would sway. We were sitting up as High as a Ferris Wheel without anything holding us on the couch. The Couch seemed to be at a Fair or Venue like a Fair. Were were watching a band on a Stage in front of us. Roy was playing Air Guitar wildly and yelling to the guy playing Guitar with band on Stage. Roy seemed to be a bit Drunk and doing like a Battle of Air Guitar Game with the Guy on Stage. As Roy would be doing his wild arm swirls playing his Air Guitar trying to get the Guys attention and 'Hamming it up' for the Concert attendees, the Couch would sway high in the air and it would scare me.
Roy didn`t notice me being scared, he was to busy 'Hamming it up' and doing whatever to get attention and having Fun. I was getting more and more scared as the Couch was swaying more and more. A guy that was standing nearby Noticed me being scared. He walked over to me on the Couch, he was the same height as the Couch because he was wearing really tall stilts on his legs. He must have been a Fair Stilt walker that happened to be around watching the band. The guy in stilts was concerned for me and grabbed a ladder. He brought the ladder over to me and told me he will help me climb down.
I was a bit hesitant because I have Vertigo, a Fear of Heights and I am Very Clumsy. He somehow made me feel safe and I knew he would make sure I would climb down ladder safely to the ground. I was scared but I slowly started down the ladder. As I took my 4th step down, my Husband Roy noticed I was leaving. Roy yelled out to me, 'Stop, Stop, come back up!' I stopped but could not look up or down, I was starting to Shake. I just stopped long enough to yell loud enough up to Roy, 'No, I can`t!' I kept Climbing Down Slowly and Deliberately. Roy was not happy nor did he understand why I was climbing down. He seemed to take it as an embarrassment to him publicly. I was just grateful that I was safe on the Ground.
I would have loved to see how this dream ended, but right then my Husband got up from the bed and it caused me to wake up from the dream. The dream was so vivid and fresh in my memory I had to write it down.

My Land Lord`s Electrician`s Business Skills

A few days before we had to go to Tampa Florida for FetishCon, my Living Room Ceiling Fan stopped working as well as one Outlet. I called our Landlord and he gave me the Number of his Electrician. I called them and left message that I needed to set up an appointment. When we were in Florida I saw I had a few missed messages from the Electrician. When I got a chance, I called the Electrician Back and set up an appointment once we got back home.
The appointment was set for Friday at 3pm. Roy had to be gone all day so I adjusted my schedule so I could be home by 3pm. At 1pm I was at home doing errands when the Electricians called me, they said that they were running early and if it was okay to come by in 20-30minutes. I said okay and decided to wait for them and finish my errands afterwards as long as I can get everything done before 3:30pm. By 1:30pm, no electrician, so I called them to see how much longer and if had enough time to take a quick 20minute jog. The Electrician said they are on way, so I waited some more. I was getting stressed because none of my errands was getting done and it was getting later. 20 minutes later (it was around 2:30pm by now) I called electricians and asked if I could just reschedule because I really needed to get my errands done before the weekend and it was Friday. They said they were still on their way. I asked again, if I could just cancel today and reschedule. The lady said they are booked until next week. I said I will take my chances and call them back.
The Following week my Husband called the Electrician and left several messages un-returned. The next day he called them back, this time they picked up the phone. He asked them if he could schedule an appointment. She pulled attitude with him saying that we were on the no call back list and they refuse to come to our house. My husband then called our Landlord and told him of our problem. Our Landlord said that they were His electrician and for us to find our own electrician, have them fix our Ceiling Fan & Outlet and to deduct it from our rent as long as it is under $65-
Really????? WTF???????? How is this Good Business??? Sheeeesh!!!!

Happy 100th Birthday to Lucille Ball, I love Lucy!!

Happy 100th Birthday to my Favorite Star EVER Lucille Ball! My Dream was to become Lucy in I love Lucy, she had the Perfect Friends, The Perfect Husband, The Perfect Hair Color and The Perfect Life! If ever I could jump into a TV Show and make it my Life, It would be I Love Lucy!

2nd Place TV Show, might be Gidget!

Lucille Ball Owned her own Studio, was the First to have a Pregnant woman on TV and have an Episode about it. Lucille Ball was the 1st to bring inter-racial Marriage to TV. Lucille Ball was the 1st Cougar, she was older than Desi, her Husband. Desi invented the 4 cameras on Set. Desi & Lucy used Film to tape their TV show. I read many books about her. She was a True inspiration & pioneer to me, I love Lucy!!

Mick our UK Postman

Mick is a UK postman. Around 14years ago, he took his Holiday (what they call our Vacation) in the USA. For no reason, he came to Long Beach California, maybe The Queen Mary that is docked here might have something to do with it. From his hotel, he took a cab, he ask the cab driver to take him somewhere fun where he could get a cold beer. That cab driver took him on the Famous 2nd Street in Belmont Shore and dropped him off at a Murphy`s Irish Pub. Mick thanked the cab driver and walked upstairs to Murphy`s for a cold pint of beer. That night he met Graham (our England Import) and The LBC Wack Pack. True friendships were born that night. Mick had a grand time.
Ever since Mick`s 1st visit to the Shore on his Holiday, he has returned at the Same time during Summer for the past 14years and counting. He gets a hotel just outside the Shore. He gets up fairly early, puts on his shorts & his walking shoes and starts his long all day walk. He walks to the towards the shore, down 2nd street, through Belmont Shore, to the Peninsula, then along the Ocean, stops at The Pier at the Belmont Brewing Company for a pint, then he walks to the Queen Mary and ends his journey at Murphy`s. Unless it is a Friday night, on a Friday, after Mick`s walk, he will stop at his Hotel room to get dressed up in slacks, button down shirt and dress shoes. I have learned through my English friends that is what Proper 'Bloaks' do on a Friday Night. Friday Night guys get dressed up, that is the Rule.
Mick is true to his routine, he never strays. It was Only 4 years ago he added something to his weekly schedule. He Now comes to our weekly Monday Summer Night Grilling Dinners on the Roof. He shows up after his walk with a bag of Bud Light, his favorite Beer. He laughs, eats and stares at the View. He says it is Paradise and it is good to be home. After a few beers Mick will get down on one knee and propose to a Girl in hopes to get his green card and move here. Mick is joking, but yet, I think he maybe a bit more serious then everyone thinks.
It is always sad when it is time to say goodbye to Mick. It is a grim reminder that Summer is coming to a Close and that it will be another Year before seeing our dear Friend Mick. So Ladies, take a gander at his photo, if you happen to see Mick walk by, say hello and if he gets on one knee, for god sakes, Please say YES, We want Mick Back Home where he belongs!!

Introducing Felix The Cat

As you may remember, my 13 year old Girl Cat, Kaiko died back in January. My husband Roy took it pretty hard, even though he knew Kaikio only 3 years of her 13years.
Blog about it Here: http://romantictorture.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-as-krazy-kat-saving-ladyoh-and.html

In June of this year 2011 Roy came to me and said that a co-worker has some kittens that need homes and that maybe we should take a look at them. I was pleasantly surprised. Roy was very distraught over losing Kaiko and would not talk about getting another cat with me, however we both agreed that we should think of getting a Kitten to keep our 3year old Boy Cat Frankie active and company. We do have Bear, my 14year old Female cat, however, she is like owning a pigeon. She does not socialize with anyone, she hides all the time, but she does like getting groomed by Frankie.
I said, Sure, lets go check out the Kittens. When we got there, there was about 6 kittens all playing around. I spotted one in particular, he looked just like Johnny (my 16 year old cat that died in 2007) and he looked just like Frankie when he was little. Yes, i have a type of cats i gravitate to, usually the black and white males or the orange boy tabby cats. In my experience, boy cats are more loving, but girl cats have a charm as well.
There was an instant connection with this kitten. We took him home, named him Felix, due to his look and to my nostalgic fondest to the Cartoon Character Felix the Cat. When we got home, he immediately ran around, exploring and smelling everything. He found our Cockatiel bird Fred fascinating, attempting to stalk it unsuccessfully. When he met Frankie, I was expecting Frankie to be the 1st to hiss at Felix, since it was Frankie`s house 1st, but surprisingly, Felix hissed at Frankie! However that quickly changed, Frankie Now rules the Roost.
Since Felix was covered in Fleas, I put a Flea collar on him and doused him in Flea Powder. All was fine until 2 days later. Felix would not wake up. He would just sleep. He would not even get up to eat, drink water or go pee. I kept him bundled up inside my hoodie close to my heart. The next day I took Felix to the Vet. Felix had a 105 temperature. The Vet took an x-ray of his belly and it had lots of gas in him. Felix was highly allergic to something and it caused an infection. The Vet gave him antibiotic shots and send Felix home with a bunch of medicine for me to give him 2 times a day. As soon as I brought Felix back home I saw an improvement. Each day, Felix got better and Better. We still have no idea what happened to Felix. The Vet said Felix could have been sick before I got him or it could have been something from my house. I hope it was not the flea collar or powder I put on him, but just to be safe, I will not do that again. Felix Loves to climb up on my shoulder and sleep on my neck. Felix Loves to sleep in Bed with me, my Hubby and Frankie! Felix is back to being a Mischievous energetic Little Kitten terrorizing Frankie, just the way I like it!

R.I.P. The Chairman Andy Wallace, you Blessed our Hearts, we Love you & you will be missed our Friend!

My Friend Andy Wallace Died on Saturday May 21st. My Friend Tanya Danielle put into words so well what I am thinking.....here below are photos of the Last time Andy came to visit us & her Moving Tribute Journal Message about our Friend Andy, The Chairman, R.I.P.

In Memory of Chairman Andy (July 20, 1972 - May 21, 2011) Last Saturday I was sitting inside a restaurant as I ate some breakfast and wrote a synopsis for a video that I planned to release in my VOD store within a few days. I chuckled to myself as I scribbled words onto a pad, already anticipating the reaction of Chairman Andy of the WTB when he read them. He had commissioned the filming of a boxing match between Nicole Oring and me and I was attempting to infuse the video description with a bit of humor. The restaurant was beginning to fill up around 10am so I finished my writing, paid my bill, and headed toward the beach. While I was spreading out a towel on the sand I heard my phone ring. Fifteen minutes later I remembered that someone had called me so I checked to see if I had any messages. I was gazing at the ocean when I heard my friend Bob's voice telling me that Chairman Andy had died. The waves rolled onto the shoreline and then rolled back out. I stared at this force of nature as it repeated itself a few more times. The sun beat down on me and I vaguely noticed the sounds of other beachgoers who were enjoying this beautiful California day. For a few long moments I did nothing, felt nothing. Time seemed to stand still even though that sounds a bit corny. Eventually I replayed Bob's message. Then I played it again. After hearing it for the third time I disconnected the line and put the phone back in my bag. I felt surprisingly calm. The ocean rolled, the sun shone, and I planted the soles of my feet on the ground so I could sift the sand between my toes. Over the next few hours my thoughts did not stray far from Andy. The beach is a magical place for me and I felt glad that I was visiting the one locale that always reminds me that we humans are simply a part of a greater plan. I found myself clinging to a small ray of hope that perhaps Andy had not really passed on. Bob would never knowingly relay erroneous information, but maybe he had come across some type of twisted Internet rumor that had no basis in truth. I soaked in the sunshine and decided to wait until I got home to call Bob. After returning to my apartment I dialed his number and discovered that Andy had indeed died on May 21, 2011. Over the past 8 years Andy and I had corresponded via the bulletin board on my website and/or with e-mails on a weekly, if not daily, basis. Now I knew why he had fallen silent for a longer period of time than normal. Like all of Andy's other friends I wonder why Andy had to depart our world so soon. I will miss his pithy insights and his razor-sharp wit. He just cracked me up. We laughed at a lot of the same things. I remember writing about my experience with The Most Miserable Woman in Los Angeles a few months ago. Andy totally understood my sentiments. That woman was 220 lbs. of malice packed onto a 5'2 frame. She was working inside the Cashier's Office of Department 141 at the Los Angeles Superior Courthouse when I had shown up there to pay a fine. I felt glad that a plexiglass shield separated me from the vitriol that spewed from her mouth as she lit into me for bringing the wrong paperwork. Funny, she did accept my paperwork at the end of her rant. Turns out that she really had no choice. In fact, she could have simply taken both my documents and my check without commentary and then moved right on to the next person who was waiting in the line that literally went out the door and into the hallway. To me that woman represents the small minority of people who purposely pump hatred into routine, everyday encounters. Kind of like the person who leans full-bore on the horn if it takes you a second to notice that a traffic light has turned green. Kind of like the person who goes into a restaurant and looks for reasons to insult the wait staff. I mention all this because Andy represented the polar opposite of all these tortured souls. He did his best to make everyone happy. Andy was one of the kindest, most generous, thoughtful people that I have ever met. He expressed his warmth to anyone who chose to offer a greeting, have a casual conversation, or write a message to him. Additionally, he had the ability to make me laugh out loud when I was sitting alone inside my living room. I have pages upon pages of posts on my website bulletin board that reveal both his caring nature and his irreverent sense of humor. Over the past few days I have laughed and cried as I reread many of them. Andy's death has compelled me to pore over his words and then reflect more upon his character than I had ever done during his life. In the wake of his passing I feel, as always, very connected to the benign power of the universe, to this nearly unimaginable force that creates the ocean tides, presides over countless births and deaths, and governs our actions. From my perspective Andy seemed to lack hubris. He was a sweet, humble soul - albeit an extremely intelligent, sarcastic one - who just hoped that people would return the kindness that he extended to them. That takes a lot of strength and at times it can be a very hard way to live. I do not know where Andy is right now, but I believe that the universe has ushered him forth to a better place. Andy, I feel the tears in my eyes as I write this. From 2003 - 2011 you and I both experienced the deaths of numerous of our loved ones. We had ample opportunity to discuss our opinions about the so-called "afterlife". I never thought that you would go there so quickly, my friend. Stacy, Hollywood, and I are just in utter shock. Numerous members of my website have expressed both their sorrow and their desire to help me however possible as I come to terms with your passing. Many have commented on the nature of the special bond that you and I shared. Your blithe spirit and benevolent nature have touched so many people. I will make every effort to carry on your legacy of treating others with compassion and respect. You changed my life, Andy, by filling so many of my days with fun, laughter, and the generosity of your spirit. Thank you. You are in my heart and in my soul. Andy, Stacy Burke, Hollywood, and I shot the above photos during Andy's last visit to Los Angeles in November, 2010. XO Tanya