Monday, September 30, 2013

Icecream scarfin.

I don't have alot of time to post today....However, I wanted to share with everyone what my awesome cousin Danielle made for me. It took her two hours, and she said she really enjoyed it. I love her for it!! Well, that and about a million other things. Don't worry Sweetie, I don't just love you for your scarf making abilities, but that is a perk. :) I can't crochet to save my life (she's going to attempt to teach me on the way to The Covered Bridge Festival...we'll see how that one goes), so she made me a big ole scarf. I have a love for scarves as well, so Yay Dani!!

Since it's colors are dark brown, tan, and pale pink she named it the "Neapolitan" Scarf. Personally, I just call it my Frackin' Awesome Icecream Scarf!! By the way when I picked out the colors, it was completely by accident! I didn't mean for it to be like icecream...I guess we know where my mind is most of the time. The way to my heart is definitely through my stomach! Just saying!! Just putting that one out there, I love sweets!

I just want everybody to be fully aware that if you need me this Fall/Winter you can spot me out of the crowd by my big ole Icecream Scarf. Sorry, but I'm not sorry. It's awesome. I can snuggle down into it because it wraps around four times, and goes from the top of my nose to my shoulders.

Can we say cuddly? Who needs a big burly boyfriend to keep you warm in Winter months when you have one of these bad boys? Yeah, that means you Judgy Lady that lives in the back alley, that insists on telling me that I'm going to die alone...Jerk. I feel like a baby kangaroo in it's pouch. Well, kind of. I'm really not sure how that feels, but I'm assuming it's as awesome as my new scarf! :) It may look like I'm about to rob a Liquor Store, but I promise that is not the case. See? Hands up for surrender and everything! I love it, Thank you Dani!!

Friday, September 27, 2013

In true Danielle fashion.

I'm "finger dancing" while wearing my Peyton Manning Jersey. Yes, that's right to answer your question Anthony Dean...I still wear Manning. Why? Because he's the shit, that's why! I don't care if he's a Denver Bronco now, blue goes better with my eyes. :) And yeah, I like Tim Tebow too! I LOVE to "Tebow"!! I ain't wearin' it, if I can't Tebow in it! It's a guideline to life really. Danielle is a bad influence on me. I've been around her too much, because now I'm convinced that "finger dancing" is appropriate for all occasions. It's Not. The cops in the Taco Bell were looking at me like I was...Cray! I was all- "No Officer you can't take me to jail! Uncle Roger expects me back at work!" So the "finger dancing" had to be kept down too a minimum. My bad. I had Momma laughing though.

Can you tell I'm really Happy that it's Friday?! Who's excited? Yeah, you got that right...This girl right here!!
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You  may ask yourself why I'm so excited for the weekend. What big plans do I have that would cause this kind of enthusiasm? Well, the answer is simple- I don't have any. None. Zilch. Zero. Nope. Nada. My only plan is to do whatever comes to mind. I'm sure I'll get rigged into doing something, but for the most part it's a whole lot of Nothin'. It's been a long week and the day seems to want to drag on so that my happiness is prolonged. Go figure. Bud Light- My Love, you're so close, yet so far away!! Just kidding. Kind of. I also have two other pieces of good/happy information...Just cause. One, Jayna paid me a visit at lunch today! Cutest kid ever? Uhh...yeah!! Two, Charlie Hunnam was voted Sexiest Actor Alive by Glamour Magazine. Just so ya'll know...I voted...for him...that's right. Just thought that you should know. I don't know why. Also, I think I may be a bit in love with Joseph Gordon-Levitt thanks to that video that I posted yesterday. I knew that he was awesome ever since Angels in the Outfield. Danielle and I have been rocking out to Country Music all day! New and Classics! Just putting that fact out there. Moving on...

After a long morning of dealing with idgets just to get a dang cinnamon/raisin biscuit (that Uncle Roger refused to eat by the way because he had poptarts, but it's all good I still love him) and mounds of paperwork that made me want to run around chanting- "At-tic-a!! At-tic-a!!" while fist pumping the air, with slicked back hair, (name that movie) I am ready to have a peaceful weekend. Yeah right! When was the last time that a peaceful weekend came and went? Oh the joys of City life. Always with the traffic and loud neighbors. It's all good though, I'm fairly used to it by now. While I'm writing this a million thoughts are going through my head. Mostly tv shows that I want to watch, and books that I want to read. Oh the possibilities! Lame much Katie? By the way, please excuse the fact that I look like I've been run over by a big ole truck. Like I said, long week. Note To The Public: I would just like to go on the record by saying that the more they play that "Saw-Hanna Haunted Acres" commercial on the radio, the more creeped out that I do in fact get. It's just not right!! That's a creepy ass voice people! I'm paranoid enough and frankly don't know anyone that I can hide behind or would let me crawl into their coat with them out of fear if I was to go.

I'm just trying to get ya'll to realize how ready that I actually am for Friday evening!! My Inner Goddess is wearing a pink feather boa and combat boots, ready to stomp in the mud and do the tango! Good thing it's her doing the tango and not me. I can't dance for love nor money. I have two left feet and the coordination of Gracie Lou Freebush! Trust me it's not pretty. And don't believe whatever Momma and some of my old friends tell you about "that night at the bar". It was a fluke! Don't ask. Since I need to quit this undirected rambling, and I don't feel like proof-reading today (Blah! Not happening!) I guess I leave with one very important question. It would answer the question of why this post was even written to begin with, and why I sound like I'm Cray. It would also explain why I think that I have an Inner Goddess and why I'm recalling the extremely embarrassing time that I "broke it down". Again, don't ask. It was a really long night. The true question is- "What was in that Taco?"

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Sons of Anarchy: Season06, Episode03.

SOA was on Tuesday night (duh) and I would just like to say that I am not liking the way that things are going down. Why? Because I don't even have the slightest idea of what is going to happen. Usually I can guess and am pretty accurate (I called Opie's death two weeks before it happened.... doesn't mean I wanted it too happen, though), but this time I got nothing.


Wendy's up to no good, Tara's being a tricky/conniving hussie and I'm kind of sure that she's not pregnant. Toric is framing Nero, Tig is in trouble, something bad is going to happen to Gemma, Clay's trying to survive, Chibs doesn't like what's going down, and Jax is all over the place.

A show shouldn't make me such a nervous wreck, but it does. I can't help it. You would think that the characters were real people that I knew, because I get a little.... oh what's the word I'm looking for?.... crazy.... when I watch it. Sorry, but I'm not sorry. It's amazing! It's amazing and I'm still psyched that Charlie Hunnam is going to play Christian Grey in the FSOG movie. Haters keep hating, but I was right! Boo-ya!

You're welcome, I reckon. Season06,Episode04, Wolfsangel-

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Sons of Anarchy: Season06, Episode03. (Looking ahead).

Tonight is number 3 in Season 6 SOA. Last week was.... crazy!! Dave Nuvero got shot in the head by Nero. Juice shot up Dave's ole lady with heroin and then smothered her with a pillow. Nero's trippin' because of everything that's happening. Tara is up to no good! She's secretly getting custody and divorce papers together. I don't like it, nor do I trust her. Donal Logue's character that I can't remember his name forged Clay's signature for him to "snitch." Chibs doesn't like the road Jax is going down. Clay's wanting a deal and he poured everything out to Gemma. Jax has so much on his plate that he's going to topple over. You know what all this means?

Yeah, shit is going down! Season06,Episode03, Poenitentia- 


Friday, September 20, 2013

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. - Abraham Lincoln

I would just like to wish the best of the Best Mother in the entire world a big ole Happy 25th just go with it people Birthday!! I love you more than anything! You are my best friend, my confidant, my mother, my support, the strongest person that I know, but most importantly- My Heart! I don't know where I would be or what I would do without you! You've made me the person that I am today, and for that I thank you!! Happy Birthday to My Sweet, Amazing, Beautiful, Momma, and Best Friend!! I love you!!

There hasn't been a day that has gone by in my life that you haven't been there for me. Seriously! I can't even think of one. You have been there when I was happy or sad, when I was crying or laughing, or when I was in a range of emotions that no one could even begin to understand. Just another thing that I get from you. Thank you for Always putting Me and Greg first!! Words cannot even begin to describe how much that I love you, but let me try anyways.

"A Mother is the truest friend that we have, when trials heavy, and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."
~Washington Irving

I am so lucky- and frankly Blessed to have you as a Mother. You are the best person that I know, and the best Momma any girl could ever ask for. And here is why. You were a mother who nurtured me, loved me before she ever knew me, made sure I was safe, rocked me to sleep, kissed me until my cheeks were raw, worried about me constantly, and worked hard to make sure I believed in Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. A mother who gave me a wonderful childhood, who sang "Don’t Stop Believin’" with me at the top of her lungs, who let me watch scary movies at a young age, who let me have sleepovers, who taught me how to ride a bike (not well might I add, but it’s the thought that counts), who supported me in every decision I ever made, who pushed me to do my best, and who trusted me. A mother who hurt when I hurt, who never fought my battles, but always had my back, who was always considered "the cool mom," but not because she let us get away with everything, but because she really is cool. A mother who taught me right from wrong, who taught me to be good to people, who knew how to instill a lesson and would, but didn't like too, who I can share a special hug with, who makes me laugh, who can cook really good, who doesn't care if I call her 525,600 times a day, who encourages and believes in me, who has always told me that I can achieve anything I want to, who is my very best friend, who held me when I cried, and who goes above and beyond her duties every day.

All of my memories of us are irreplaceable. I wouldn't take three million dollars for even one of them, I believe that I would miss it too much. They are all so special to me, but some of my absolute favorites are- Having "lazy days", hiding out, and watching The Gilmores, Fight Club, Scary Movies, and Musicals-you know you love it! All those times you had to deal with me after I watched Fight Club, Rocky, Rambo, or any UFC Match-Sorry, but I'm not sorry, you love it and you know it! Riding down the road and breaking out into Journey, Brooks&Dunn, and Bon Jovi. I don't even have to name the songs, because I know that you already know. Going to see David Lee Murphy when I was a little girl. Talking and laughing together while you helped me and Mo get ready for Prom. Seeing the pride come across your face and the tears swell up in your eyes and spill down when I walked across my graduation stage to receive my diploma, and waving like fools at each other and not caring. Getting in the car with you when it was -09 degrees outside to go pick up Greg, because he was doing exactly what he wasn't supposed to be doing. Getting Tayder from "the home" together, because you thought that it would help me "deal". Every single Friday night, going to every single one of Greg's football games, we rocked out. Taking you on your 42nd birthday to see Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest, and you sleeping from the first 15 minutes on. You dealing with my insanity over my hair from the age of 12 until right now, you're a trooper. Everytime you tell the stories of me telling the doctor off when I busted my head open, and when I cut my legs all up on that barbed-wire fence and Corey carried me home. That time you decided we needed to have "the talk" and instead decided to let Greg and his friends tell me, thanks for that one by the way. When you used to pick me and Rachel up to skip school...I know it's our secret...and the look on your face when you, Mo, Jared and Nick picked me up from work that night, you know which one I mean. All of the times that you came to have lunch with me when I worked at the Nursing Home, and the smack that we used to talk about it. The time I introduced you to Justin and Jesse, and you were proud. The time that we watched The Food Network and decided that we could bake like Buddy, and then finding out that we definitely couldn't bake like Buddy. That time that somewhere between the age of 4-23 that you decided that I was smarter than any Doctor and let me start fixing your "wounds" and making you better. All the times that we have moved because we got a "wild hair" and really do consider ourselves nomads. Basically, my favorite memory is the last 23 years of my life.

Momma,

You are my heart. Thank you for not only being a mother and best friend to me for the past 23 years, but for also being a wonderful role model. Growing up, I was blessed to have a mother who took care of me, made my childhood magical, was there as a friend as well as a mentor, and instilled in me the importance of compassion and kindness. Your character continues to amaze me. I am from a wonderful line of strong-willed, classy, hard-headed women, and I pray that I will be the same kind of mother as you if that day should ever come. No matter what hills I climb or rivers I swim, you are there. We have been through so very much together and continue to take whatever life throws our way- together. I am definitely my Mother's daughter. You are my Hero, Always have been and Always will be. It's an Honor to call you Momma!! Happy Birthday!!

Love you, forever and always, (whole, whole bunches). -Puss

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The things that we may never learn.

I thought of something while I was blow-drying my hair last night and I said to myself- Huh! I should tell people about this!! Why? I'll never know for sure, but sometimes it just seems like a really good idea at the time. I thought some of it was really funny, because you see it so much.

I'm 23, nearly 24 years old...yeah, yeah I know the fact that I'm getting old was pointed out to me last weekend...Shut it!! And there are still just certain things in my life that I don't think that I will EVER learn!! They say we learn from our mistakes, that's mostly true, but sometimes NOT SO MUCH. I know that I'm guilty of this. I'm not trying to say that I'm not, but Some People are WAY WORSE. Let me explain...

This one I'm guilty of, I should learn, but I don't always think it through. Sleeping in make-up is Never a good idea. Ever. No matter what the situation is, you just shouldn't do this. I know the feeling, you come in way too drunk tired to deal with it so you just head straight for the bed. Then the next morning you wake up looking like Alice Cooper. I get it. We've all been there. No? Just me? Well, Alrighty then...Ya'll hussies still shouldn't sleep in your make-up. Also, there is such a thing as too much make-up. It comes to a point where it looks like a Kardashian and a Kindergartener got a hold of your face. Not only should you not sleep in it, but you just shouldn't wear it.

Oversleeping is not a good idea. By the time you get up you still have to get ready, the dog needs out, your boss is waiting on you, and frankly you look as rough right then as you would've if you would've gotten up the 45 minutes earlier. Beauty rest is not always real.

No matter how much you dream it and your Momma encouraged it- Not everyone can be a Rockstar, Actress,  Fireman, or Doctor. It's just the cold hard truth. There are just certain people that I've come across in life that I don't want to take care of me in a life or death situation. A man that is 108 lbs soaking wet shouldn't try to carry my big ole 134 lbs butt down a ladder while flames are going crazy. Just because you're one of the most dramatic people that I've ever met in my entire life doesn't mean that you're an actress. And finally I know we're all guilty of it. I myself love to belt out the classics while riding down the road, or while being silly with my friends...however I am very aware that I am not a Rockstar! Just because it's entertaining doesn't mean it's good! They may be laughing at the fact that you're so bad! Sorry, but I'm not sorry. 

Do not under any circumstances get back together with an Ex. Hello! There's a reason that they're an "Ex" instead of still an "Us". Seriously, get with it. If it didn't work the first time, chances are it's not going to work a second. If you insist on the second chance and it doesn't work, than it's really not going to work any time after that. Basically, what I'm saying is if it doesn't work to begin with and ya'll "part ways" let sleeping dogs lie. Giving it another go is not a great idea. No matter what your Horoscope may say!

People should NOT be allowed to have Alcohol and a Phone in the middle of the night. It just shouldn't happen. I'm not talking emergency situations-Get a LifeAlert Button- I'm talking late at night, thinking things over in your head. No one honestly wants to get a text message (used to be a phonecall, but now drunk people can be "techy-savvy") from someone in an emotional/drunken stupor. No one. Just Stop It.

Walt Disney was NOT as smart as you think he was. Sure he created classic cartoons that filled our childhoods with joy and laughter, and that's still happening for the generations growing up now. However, it's not "all good". What do I mean? Well, for starters-Thanks alot for the unrealistic expectations that he set up for girls about their hair. Every Disney Princess has fantastic hair that free flows in the wind and looks stunning. Constantly. This is NOT a true fact of life! Trust me. Every curly-haired person in the world will agree with me on this one. Also, Prince Charming? Yeah right! More like Prince Ass, Prince Mama's Boy, Prince Douchebag, Prince Cheater, and Prince Tool. I know because I asked around, so it's not just my opinion. Finally he said- "If you can dream it, you can do it". Yeah, that's great in theory, but not always true. Ex: I dream about being Mrs. Charlie Hunnam. Is it going to happen? Sadly, No. I would be arrested. It's called stalking.

Finally, people know who you're talking about on Social Media. It's not a giant secret. When things are not going your way and you start "smack-talking" on Social Media trying to be all incognito, guess what? It's not working. Everyone knows who/what you're talking about and you look dumb. It's the truth.

That's not all, but it's a start.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Sons of Anarchy: Season06, Episode01.

Tuesday was finally the night of SOA Season 6 Premiere!! How excited was I? Well, let's just say that there was inappropriate dancing and jirating a jig involved. We'll just leave it at that. Now, I know that I'm going to sound like a horrible person, but I have to say it.... there are two plus sides to Greg and Brittany "taking a break." I know that sounds a little Ross&Rachel, but that's all I can think to call it.

Number one, I get to see my brother on a regular basis.

Number two, his big ass tv!!! I mean, wow!! That thing is 65 inches and I might be a little in love. I'm perfectly content to watching my normal size tv downstairs, however, when Tuesday nights roll around and I get to see Charlie Hunnam all up on that 65 inch, you best believe that I'm there!!

It was a good season premiere too. There's been a lot of controversy over it that you can read about here, but I don't want to get into all of that. I just want to recap everything that I saw that "went down". Holy hell, the shit that went down!! SPOILER ALERTS!!

First of all that little boy had me completely stumped!! I had no clue what was going to go down with him or even who he was. The way he had that journal and was quiet and brooding walking around I was beginning to think that he had something to do with Jax. Well, I guess he kind of did, but in a completely different way than what I was thinking. I guess that one surprised everybody, it really did me. Moving on.... oh Tig, Tig, Tig, you poor little thing. I know that he is having issues because of last season. Watching that happen to your daughter will make you go crazy, but did you have to drown dude like that? In a tub full of urine no less. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for him getting it because of the stuff he was doing/saying, but eww! Pretty badass cool though.

Chibs beating the crap out of Juice and then stitching him up was pretty cool. That's a brotherhood right there! Juice took what he knew he had coming, and then they were over it. It was done. Clay, don't be a bitch narc and just take the jail time. It's been coming for awhile anyways. Tara is gonna be pissed! Not only is she in jail for Otto killing that nurse, but now Jax cheated on her. Just wait until she finds out. It is not going to go over well. If she gets a hold of that madame like she did that woman in jail, there's gonna be a hurting going on. She straight up whooped that woman! I'm loving Nero. And yes, Lyla, miss and want Opie back too!! I'm still heartbroken about that one.

I'm glad that blonde girl got her face busted.... again.... by Gemma. I just really don't like her. Otto getting it "thrown to him" in prison was a little rough to see. Especially since he can't say anything from biting his tongue off last season. Can you say "like a boss?!" Plus, Donal Logue on heroin, checking himself out in a mirror.... yeah I could've went my entire life without that one. Some serious stuff is going to go down this season. I have a feeling some stuff I don't want to see happen, is definitely going to happen. Season06,Episode02, OneOneSix-

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Twelve years later (and still so many questions).

On this day twelve years ago a Tragedy struck our Nation. In the early morning hours of September 11, 2001 there were four attacks that lead to the tragic loss of so many lives. Lives of Good Men, Innocent Children, and Loving Women. The lives of Fathers, Mothers, Daughters, Sons, Wives, Husbands, Uncles, Aunts, Nieces, Nephews, Friends and Co-Workers. Lives that were cut far too short, far too soon. It's been twelve years and we as a Nation are still recuperating. After something like this tragedy happens though, it begs the question-How do we recover? The answer is never simple, if there is even an answer at all. I'm not sure there is. I still haven't found it, and neither has any other person that I know of. All that seems to happen when it's brought up is more questions. People say that they have "moved on" from it, but have they really? Isn't it always somewhere in the back of your mind, closed up tightly in a box, waiting for it's chance to spring back into your mind? Every year when September 11th rolls around, there are all those feelings again. Feelings of fear, anger, turmoil, sadness, and the ones that are there that there isn't even a name for, because no one can explain them. People tend to remember the events of a tragic day. Recalling everything that happened, who they saw, where they were, and sometimes even what they were wearing. Just small things that stay in your head. I remember...

Early on the morning of September 11, 2001, 19 hijackers took control of four commercial airliners (two Boeing 757 and two Boeing 767) en route to California (three headed to LAX in Los Angeles, and one to San Francisco) after takeoffs from Boston, Massachusetts; Newark, New Jersey; and Washington, D.C. Large planes with long flights were intentionally selected for hijacking because they would be heavily fueled.

The four flights were:

*American Airlines Flight 11: Left Boston's Logan Airport at 7:59 a.m. enroute to Los Angeles with a crew of 11 and 76 passengers, not including five hijackers. The hijackers flew the plane into the North Tower of the World Trade Center at 8:46 a.m.

*United Airlines Flight 175: Left Logan Airport at 8:14 a.m. enroute to Los Angeles with a crew of nine and 51 passengers, not including five hijackers. The hijackers flew the plane into the South Tower of the World Trade Center at 9:03 a.m.

*American Airlines Flight 77: Left Washington Dulles International Airport in Virginia at 8:20 a.m. enroute to Los Angeles with a crew of six and 53 passengers, not including five hijackers. The hijackers flew the plane into the Pentagon at 9:37 a.m.

*United Airlines Flight 93: Left Newark International Airport at 8:42 a.m. enroute to San Francisco, with a crew of seven and 33 passengers, not including four hijackers.
As passengers attempted to subdue the hijackers, the aircraft crashed into the ground
near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, at 10:03 a.m.

Media coverage was intense during the attacks and aftermath, beginning moments after the first crash into the World Trade Center.

At 8:46 a.m., five hijackers crashed American Airlines Flight 11 into the World Trade Center's North Tower (1 WTC), and at 9:03 a.m., another five hijackers crashed United Airlines Flight 175 into the South Tower (2 WTC). Five hijackers flew American Airlines Flight 77 into the Pentagon at 9:37 a.m. A fourth flight, United Airlines Flight 93, under the control of four hijackers, crashed near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, southeast of Pittsburgh, at 10:03 a.m. after the passengers fought the hijackers. Flight 93's target is believed to have been either the Capitol or the White House. Flight 93's cockpit voice recorder revealed crew and passengers tried to seize control of the plane from the hijackers after learning through phone calls that similarly hijacked planes had been crashed into buildings that morning. Once it became evident to the hijackers that the passengers might regain control of the plane, the hijackers rolled the plane and intentionally crashed it. Some passengers and crew members who called from the aircraft using the cabin airphone service and mobile phones provided details: several hijackers were aboard each plane; they used mace, tear gas, or pepper spray to overcome attendants; and some people aboard had been stabbed. Reports indicated hijackers stabbed and killed pilots, flight attendants, and one or more passengers. In their final report, the 9/11 Commission found the hijackers had recently purchased multi-function hand tools and assorted knives and blades. A flight attendant on Flight 11, a passenger on Flight 175, and passengers on Flight 93 said the hijackers had bombs, but one of the passengers said he thought the bombs were fake. The FBI found no traces of explosives at the
crash sites, and the 9/11 Commission concluded that the bombs were probably fake. 

Three buildings in the World Trade Center complex collapsed due to fire-induced structural failure. The South Tower collapsed at 9:59 a.m. after burning for 56 minutes in a fire caused by the impact of United Airlines Flight 175 and the explosion of its fuel. The North Tower collapsed at 10:28 a.m. after burning for 102 minutes.  When the North Tower collapsed, debris fell on the nearby 7 World Trade Center building (7 WTC), damaging it and starting fires. These fires burned for hours, compromising the building's structural integrity, and 7 WTC collapsed at 5:21 p.m. The Pentagon sustained major damage.

The attacks resulted in the deaths of 2,996 people, including the 19 hijackers and 2,977 victims. The victims included 246 on the four planes (from which there were no survivors), 2,606 in New York City in the towers and on the ground, and 125 at the Pentagon. Nearly all of the victims were civilians; 55 military personnel were among those killed at the Pentagon. More than 90% of the workers and visitors who died in the towers had been at or above the points of impact.  In the North Tower 1,355 people at or above the point of impact were trapped and died of smoke inhalation, fell or jumped from the tower to escape the smoke and flames, or were killed in the building's eventual collapse. The destruction of all three staircases in the tower when Flight 11 hit made it impossible for anyone above the impact zone to escape. One hundred-seven people below the point of impact died as well. In the South Tower, one stairwell (A), was left intact after Flight 175 hit, allowing 14 people located on the floors of impact (including one man who saw the plane coming at him) and four more from the floors above to escape. 911 operators who received calls from individuals inside the tower were not well informed of the situation as it rapidly unfolded and as a result, told callers not to descend the tower on their own. 630 people died in that tower, fewer than half the number killed in the North Tower. Casualties in the South Tower were significantly reduced by some occupants deciding to start evacuating as soon as the North Tower was struck. At least 200 people fell or jumped to their deaths from the burning towers, landing on the streets and rooftops of adjacent buildings hundreds of feet below. Some occupants of each tower above the point of impact made their way toward the roof in hope of helicopter rescue, but the roof access doors were locked. No plan existed for helicopter rescues, and the combination of roof equipment and thick smoke and intense heat prevented helicopters from approaching.  A total of 411 emergency workers died as they tried to rescue people and fight fires. The New York City Fire Department (FDNY) lost 340 firefighters, a chaplain and two paramedics. The New York City Police Department (NYPD) lost 23 officers. The Port Authority Police Department lost 37 officers.  Eight emergency medical technicians (EMTs) and paramedics from private emergency medical services units were killed. 

There were many Heroes that day. Heroes that didn't need or have capes. Heroes that came from somewhere deep inside of themselves. There were people that thought nothing about themselves, but instead saw the bad that was happening around them and jumped in to help. Those are the real heroes. The people whom take a stand, and do all that they can do. They gave all that they could give. For that, we will be forever grateful. The New York City Fire Department deployed 200 units (half of the department) to the site. Their efforts were supplemented by numerous off-duty firefighters and emergency medical technicians. The New York City Police Department sent Emergency Service Units and other police personnel, and deployed its aviation unit. Once on the scene, the FDNY, NYPD, and Port Authority police did not coordinate efforts and performed redundant searches for civilians.  As conditions deteriorated, the NYPD aviation unit relayed information to police commanders, who issued orders for its personnel to evacuate the towers; most NYPD officers were able to safely evacuate before the buildings collapsed.  With separate command posts set up and incompatible radio communications between the agencies, warnings were not passed along to FDNY commanders. After the first tower collapsed, FDNY commanders issued evacuation warnings; however, due to technical difficulties with malfunctioning radio repeater systems, many firefighters never heard the evacuation orders. 9-1-1 dispatchers also received information from callers that was not passed along to commanders on the scene. Within hours of the attack, a substantial search and rescue operation was launched. After months of around-the-clock operations the World Trade Center site was cleared by the end of May 2002.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

It's about that time. (Sons of Anarchy: Season 06 premiere).

Guess what tonight is? That's right, people, after months of waiting, it's finally time. Time for the SOA Season 6 Premiere that is!! They had the premiere in Hollywood a few nights ago and now it's time for me to watch it. I'm overly-excited! Can you tell? After much excitement/buzz from the fact that Charlie Hunnam has been cast as the leading man in the film adaptation of Fifty Shades of Grey (due out next August), it was time to step out to promote SOA. Since I'm overly obsessed quite fond of the show, I'll probably have a lot of Spoilers on here for the next few months. Sorry, but I'm not sorry. If anyone needs me around 10:00 tonight, well sorry, I'll be indisposed. :)


Season06,Episode01, Straw-