tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370966532024-03-13T00:50:59.005-07:00Influential FoofarawPersonal Rantings, Things I Think You Should Know, Gibberish, FunTammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-18145543623377436422020-09-24T01:37:00.001-07:002020-09-24T01:37:58.711-07:00Years<p> It’s been years since I posted on this thing I created. </p><p>I’ve written so much on Facebook. </p><p>I should have written it here</p><p>You will calmly discover me again </p><p>I’ll write to you with my feather pen</p><p>Such balderdash and arrogant words </p><p>Im not the snob I’ve just presented </p><p>I’m a woman full of pain</p><p>Is that a crime?</p><p>Pain is my vice</p><p>It’s a way to justify </p><p>Well.... my pain</p><p>Internal</p><p>Back door</p><p>Warning of hateful deeds</p><p>My daughter fears intimacy </p><p>In person</p><p>The internet allows for </p><p>Love to blossom</p><p>Sight unseen</p><p>It’s clearly worrisome </p><p>I must think</p><p>Of how to navigate</p><p>An adults life</p><p>Online. </p><p><br /></p>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-89662897395727917152010-04-05T14:19:00.000-07:002020-01-15T16:31:01.067-08:00SticksToday is Easter. <br />
The Easter bunny was a hit. <br />
I got up to greet <gwmw class="ginger-module-highlighter-mistake-type-3" id="gwmw-15791345925059733848462">my</gwmw> late (as in tardy, not dead) soon-to-be-ex-husband to pick up our daughter for Easter festivities at Gramma and <gwmw class="ginger-module-highlighter-mistake-type-1" id="gwmw-15791345925056202706236">Granpa’s</gwmw>. <br />
When they left I cried. <br />
I got in my car and drove to Madera Canyon to pick up sticks. <br />
Seriously. I’m picking up sticks to make biodegradable public art. <br />
I drove the wrong way for about an hour before I realized I was heading back to Tucson. <br />
There were rows and rows of pecan trees. <br />
They’d all been shorn and stacks of glorious sticks lay by the side of the road just beyond <br />
<gwmw class="ginger-module-highlighter-mistake-type-1" id="gwmw-15791343853100519527144">a</gwmw> barbed wire fence. <br />
When I was younger, I would have ignored the fence and taken as many sticks as I wanted. <br />
It felt wrong, being Easter and all. <br />
I finally made it to the gateway of Madera and the Sheriff was turning people back. <br />
Too full. <br />
I asked to use the restroom and was allowed to park in the lower lot. <br />
There in front of me were piles of sticks. <br />
Mesquite sticks <br />
Beautiful sticks. <br />
I took as much as I could muster. I say muster because I haven’t been eating much. <br />
I tend to feel like I’m going to pass out. <br />
An older man that I thought was a forest ranger was watching me. <br />
I said “Are you the ranger?” <br />
He said “Oh, no, no I’m just out enjoying the day.” <br />
I said “I thought I might be in trouble.” <br />
“I’m not collecting kindling. I’m working on an art project.” <br />
He said “Oh, what kind?” (For some reason old people say Oh? <gwmw class="ginger-module-highlighter-mistake-type-1" id="gwmw-15791343919551491285829">a</gwmw> lot.) <br />
I said “I’m building structures out of wood and twine. All biodegradable. <br />
I want to build big structures out in nature or in a busy part of downtown and just leave them there. <br />
I don’t know why, I just feel compelled to do it.” <br />
He thought that was right dandy. He’s a retired architect and his late wife (not tardy) was apparently quite the artist. He helped me load my car with my pile of wood and sticks. I should have photographed him. <br />
I was nervous. <br />
Stupid brain. <br />
We exchange numbers and addresses. He didn’t have any need for email. <br />
I pondered how to send him pictures without email for quite a while when lo and behold, I realized I could mail prints to him. <br />
We both had a good laugh about that one. <br />
He invited me to Easter dinner, but I declined. It probably would have been interesting, but I was anxious to get building. <br />
On the way out I saw a beautiful hawk. <br />
It was sitting by the side of the road. <br />
I pulled over to photograph it just as it took off. <br />
It disappeared. It was gone. Just silence. <br />
I turned on the radio and Little Bird by the eels came on the radio. It was beautiful. And just having seen a hawk disappear. Oh, I don’t know – I’m a line drawer. Here’s another one. I stopped at McDonalds’ for a soda. It was $1.07. That’s all I had in my wallet - $1.07. <br />
Then Lou Reed started singing Jesus on the radio. <br />
“Jesus, help me find my proper place <br />
Jesus, help me find my proper place <br />
Help me in my weakness <br />
'Cos I'm falling out of grace <br />
Jesus <br />
Jesus” <br />
It’s a Velvet Underground song. <br />
It’s a new recording with 5 Guys or something like that. <br />
I’ve been pretty lost lately. <br />
Everything was speaking to me. <br />
But I couldn’t speak to me. <br />
I wanted to build my structure – art - thingy. <br />
I couldn’t figure out where. <br />
I drove all over downtown, by El Tiradito a shrine to a murderer (where I was married incidentally). I was going to ask a friend if I could build it outside her coffee shop, but she wasn’t there.<br />
I drove home deflated. <br />
I signed back onto Facebook. <br />
I hang my head in shame, but I have deleted most all my old friends. <br />
The urgency to build the art thing was prodding me like some weird electrical impulse. I drove to Reid Park. There were three million Hispanic families barbecuing for Easter there. <br />
Nothing felt right. <br />
I made myself stop and eat some sushi. <br />
If I’m going to eat it might as well be worth it. <br />
I came home and unloaded the large pieces of wood. <br />
The trunk is totally full of sticks. <br />
I will find a place to build it. <br />
I will find a place of my own.Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-83457416478170836972010-04-03T19:57:00.000-07:002010-04-03T19:57:00.780-07:00Influential Foofaraw: Forgiveness<a href="http://tammyallen.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgiveness.html">Influential Foofaraw: Forgiveness</a>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-50285100273201016742010-04-03T19:53:00.000-07:002010-04-03T19:56:41.278-07:00ForgivenessYou appear to be the bigger person<br />Extending an olive branch<br />Let bygones be bygones<br />The bruises have healed<br />We can be friends<br />We can move one<br />But the truth is your deed will never allow you to be the bigger person.<br />You will always be a whore whether I forgive you or not.<br />Yes we can move on<br />But you are not my friend.Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-48417873502839666132010-03-23T14:35:00.000-07:002010-03-23T14:36:04.544-07:00Day One Therapy AssignmentTHERAPIST: List what character traits, behaviors and beliefs/interpretations discussed in BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER DEMYSTIFIED that fit you.<br /><br />Poorly regulated emotions<br />Impulsivity<br />Impaired perception and reasoning<br />Markedly disturb relationships<br />Anxiety<br />Chronic feelings of emptiness<br />Impulsive behavior that harms me<br />Suicidal ideation<br />Self-mutilating<br />Disassociative symptoms<br />Depersonalization<br />Unstable self-image or sense of self<br />Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment<br />Feelings of inferiority<br />Negative therapeutic reactions<br />Environmental risk factors<br />Early separation or loss<br />Trauma<br />Ineffective parenting<br />Poor emotional control<br />Emotional lability<br />Post-traumatic stress disorder<br />Mood disorders<br />Substance use Disorders<br />Anorexia<br />Depression<br />Sleep disorders<br />Low energy<br />Low self-esteem<br />Poor concentration or difficulty making decisions<br />Feelings of hopelessness<br />Panic disorders<br />Partially Narcissistic<br />Histrionic<br />Dependent<br />Paranoia<br /><br />THERAPIST: List what character traits, behaviors and beliefs/interpretations discussed in BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER DEMYSTIFIED that don’t fit you.<br /><br />Hyperactive<br />Inappropriate intense anger or difficulty controlling anger<br />Parasuicidal acts<br />Factitious illness<br />Hallucinations<br />Magical thinking<br />Psychic rigidity<br />Projection<br />Bi-polar<br />Bulimia<br />ADHD<br />Inattention<br />Schizoid<br />Schizotypal<br />Antisocial<br />True Narcissism<br />OCDTammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-50396038104909768452010-03-23T13:40:00.001-07:002010-03-23T13:40:35.542-07:00war torn apocalypseI’m sitting in a war torn apocalypse contemplating the consequences of trying to escape. Shall I remain in its painful comfort or enter the imaginary world of light where bad things are just bad dreams and the rest of life is candy, cakes and ice cream.Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-68401085521669061342010-03-08T14:46:00.001-08:002010-03-08T14:46:27.300-08:00Open Letter to Mr. Mercedes GuyTammy Allen Strnatka<br />Tucson, AZ 85711<br /><br /><br /><br />Monday March 8, 2010<br /><br />Mr. Mercedes Guy<br /><br />Please let me thank you for your follow-up call to tell me the position of Service Cashier had been filled. I’m not sure if my resume reflected that I was over-qualified or under-qualified. Either way I sure would have liked to have had the opportunity to talk to you. I have experience in many other professions: Salesperson, Cashier, Manager of a Gallery, Manager of a bar. Not many people are solely represented by their resume. This is a very difficult time with the unemployment rate at 10% in Tucson. I was laid off from a job that focused on retail advertising. Loyalty is word that comes to mind. As an owner of a Mercedes I’m a dedicated fan. Working for a Mercedes dealership would be ideal. Next time please give someone the opportunity to speak with you. You may have hired within. In any case, I would have been an asset, and a loyal team member.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />Tammy StrnatkaTammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-30793359145762104332010-03-07T15:33:00.001-08:002010-03-07T15:33:57.738-08:00Brilliant ShellPeople ask “If you could do anything, anything at all, what would you do?” Now how loaded a question is that? One must have the means to do what they want. One must know what one wants. My knee-jerk response? Travel the world alone hopefully with enough cash to stay some place with a bed and a bath. First off I have child. I cannot abandon her. Dream gone. End of story. (I would have said with my family, husband and daughter but that is in dissolve.) <br />Second response: learn to play guitar better and sing but not alone, with help. Money? Third response: write with some formal instruction. <br />Fourth teach: anything art, music, English, to smile, to not take it so seriously - like I do (take it too seriously). To let it happen. Have fun, learn what you need. Learn a good trade that pays well; then do what you want in between. Don’t get married. Fight for what you believe in. Freedom, healthcare, mutual respect and love. <br />If I could do anything? It’s such a non question. When I think about doing anything I have to do, I shrink. I react like a child with no instructions even though I know how. <br />What do you want to do? Anything? It’s a silly question. I want to be odd like Warhol and change the face art. I want to say the truth without being punished. I want others to say the truth without being punished. <br />What’s a job? A piece of shit thing you do to make money to survive. Sometimes you luck into one you like. Some people are paid exorbitant amounts of money for the most obscenely menial task. Wage distribution in this world is worthy of chronic vomiting. That’s not hyperbole! A maid can take home more than a man who was worked 14 hours in a field picking cotton. She $25 an hour, he $25 a day. It’s fucking ridiculous. Money isn’t the wage it’s the game. I hate the game. Worse I hate the game of life itself. What’s it worth? Without being a teacher or a mentor or doing some form of helping another individual it’s pointless. <br />I hope I’m helping my daughter. I’ve taken’ a bit of a break lately. Not completely, but I’m not feeling like have much to give. What do you give when you have nothing? No one understands how I got here. One minute I’m attending PTA meetings, working fulltime and singing on the weekends. Nothing could be better. Of course I can’t forget the alcohol that contributes to it all. Life’s a party. Little things tear me down along the way. They strip me of my humanity. I become a shell. A brilliant shell. One that performs all the tasks required. One that knows what is right and wrong. One that knows how to advance oneself. One that knows how to encourage others. One that knows to say “you’re right, I’m wrong, I’m sorry” “Oh how silly of me your way is better” “I can’t imagine why I thought to do it that way.” “No, no you’re right.” Suddenly there’s no one there, just a stepford thing. A brilliant shell, because it knows how. It knows the way it’s done what to follow what to say. However, the person I was inside is dead and now I’m plotting my mortal death. I quit drinking. My energy is slipping. My old self who was clearly wrong has become fragile. I see a psychiatrist – meds galore. I see a therapist. People notice I’m needy and shy away. Some make fun of me. Some ignore me. Some come to my aid. (Thank you). Hollow eyed and struggling to do this on my own. I will either die or come back. I cannot say.Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-54936903413241784442010-03-07T15:31:00.001-08:002010-03-07T15:31:58.179-08:00suicide"Suicide is not chosen; it happens<br />when pain exceeds <br />resources for coping with pain."Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-45150420323954702742010-02-27T15:17:00.000-08:002010-02-27T15:18:20.142-08:00ExistenceI DON'T EXIST!Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-35997633342075669192010-02-17T13:05:00.000-08:002010-02-17T13:06:02.576-08:00Bad TasteIt's not like I have breast cancer, it's just suicidal ideation.Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-27978738123777455232010-02-17T13:03:00.000-08:002010-02-17T13:05:09.211-08:00MarriageLike a used car salesman he said "I do"<br />She didn't know what hit her 'til his fist withdrew.Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-61406304994741687042009-02-21T12:24:00.000-08:002009-02-21T12:27:25.138-08:00SEND ZOE TO PARADISEThe Nervous Breakdown’s very own Zoe Brock and her boyfriend, Ron Kurti, are competing to win The Best Job in the World. They wanna go live on an island off the Great Barrier Reef for six months, all expenses paid—but in order to do it, they need your votes.<br /><br />This takes two seconds. And I can’t resist the opportunity to help a pair of fine young lovers as they attempt to pursue their immaculate dream.<br /><br />For further details <strong>CLICK ON THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG</strong>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-4050169529011497632008-12-11T08:44:00.000-08:002008-12-11T08:46:19.333-08:00DUPED BY A SOCIOPATHDUPED BY A SOCIOPATH <br />Category: Life <br /><br /><br />Brad Listi's <br /><br />Hyper-Caffeinated Self-Interview 1<br />Tuesday, December 9, 2008 <br /><br />prompted this search.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />I've made confessions here.<br /><br /><br /><br />Detailed my woeful past.<br /><br /><br /><br />I found an article about the priest that molested me when I was in treatment for depression and suicidal ideation:<br /><br /><br /><br />Phony cleric arrested in thefts from churches<br /><br /><br />BY HEATHER URQUIDES<br />Arizona Daily Star <br />TUCSON, Ariz. - Michael Dongarra was just a few minutes late for morning prayers Thursday when FBI agents and local police arrested him at a small Massachusetts abbey. But he was almost a year overdue for his Pima County Superior Court date. Dongarra was wanted in Oro Valley for stealing religious artifacts from churches and filing bogus insurance claims. He was convicted in absentia of multiple theft and fraud charges about six months ago, said Oro Valley police Lt. Becky Mendez. Authorities arrived to find the monks in morning prayer and asked a janitor if they knew which one was Dongarra. At that exact moment a man came strolling down the hall, late, said Avery Mann, a spokesman for ....America's Most Wanted.'' It was Dongarra. A Pennsylvania priest had tipped off authorities to his location after seeing Saturday's segment of the TV show, which featured Dongarra. The Rev. Nicholas Morcone, abbot of the Glastonbury Abbey, said he and the other monks were shocked to learn that Dongarra, who had been studying to become a monk, posed as a priest while stealing religious artifacts from at least three California churches and one in Tucson. ....It's going to take a little while to accept,'' he said. Morcone described Dongarra, believed to be 51, as a hard-working man who arrived at the Benedictine monastery in April with the intent of joining the group. He was well-read, intelligent and personable, Morcone said. Morcone had no way of knowing that Dongarra had skipped bail and failed to show up for a court date in November 1996. Dongarra ate three meals a day with the 12 monks and attended prayer services, Morcone said. He lived in a small room in a house reserved for monk candidates on the abbey grounds. His meager quarters contrasted sharply with the rented house he left in Oro Valley. ....It looked like a museum,'' said Detective Bud Novak of the Oro Valley Police Department. ....He had all kinds of fancy-looking things. He had an actual altar set up in one of his rooms.'' Novak first went to Dongarra's Oro Valley home on Sept. 11, 1994, after Dongarra claimed that religious items had been stolen from his house. Novak became suspicious when Dongarra filed a second burglary report on Dec. 25, 1995. He called the National Insurance Crime Bureau, which keeps tabs on all insurance claims in the United States, and found that Dongarra had reported some of the same items stolen in 1993 in Kansas City, he said. After talking to church officials in California, detectives recalled seeing some of the churches' missing pieces in Dongarra's house when they responded to his burglary calls. They discovered most of the ....stolen'' items belonged to the California churches, including a 19th century German Gothic altar adornment valued at $36,000, a tabernacle, candelabra and sanctuary candles, Novak said. Novak said Dongarra had been moving from church to church to steal items. ....Every time his past would catch up with him, he'd have to move to another church,'' Novak said. Oro Valley police arrested Dongarra in April 1996. In all, more than $100,000 worth of religious artifacts were recovered from his home, including two paintings on his living room wall that had been reported stolen from St. Philip's in the Hills Episcopal Church. Dongarra was convicted about six months ago, said Lt. Mendez. His parents, who live in New York, posted his $40,000 bond. Most of that was returned after they wrote to the court saying it was their life savings, said Cindi Ryan, an assistant state attorney general. At one time, Dongarra was a priest at St. Jude's Anglican Church, but officials there removed his priest status after they discovered he had been convicted in 1983 of Medicaid fraud in Massachusetts, Novak said. ....There's no question in my mind that he was definitely a fake,'' said Robert Wilkes, a priest at St. Jude's. Before his 1996 arrest, Dongarra was working on plans to start his own church, called St. Thomas More Guild, Novak said. He planned to use a $450,000 home that he was building near Silverbell and Sweetwater roads for services, Novak recalled. Novak said Dongarra was living off money from his insurance fraud - ....until we stepped into his life and ruined it all.'' <br />©1996-7 Mercury Center. <br /><br /><br /><br />I honestly believe that he behaved so irrationally and got caught because of me. He was fired from the hospital and went missing until his capture in the above story.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here's another article:<br /><br /><br /><br />Fake priest gets 21-year prison term<br /><br /><br />By The Associated Press <br /> TUCSON, Ariz. -- Michael Dongarra was a man of many faces: doctor of psychology, head of an alcohol and drug treatment center, Anglican priest and husband. <br /> But authorities say Dongarra, 51, is a con artist who cloaked himself in a clergyman's robe as he stole religious artifacts from churches and bilked insurance companies with false claims. <br /> Judge John E. Davis of Pima County Superior Court on Friday ordered Dongarra to prison for 21 years. <br /> A Pima County jury convicted the Harvard-educated psychologist in May 1997 of two fraud charges, two theft charges and one charge of attempted fraud. <br /> The counts related to bilking about $100,000 from insurance companies and stealing religious items from two California churches. <br /> But Dongarra wasn't around to hear the jury's verdict. He had fled Tucson in November 1996, the same day he was supposed to enter a plea bargain that would have resulted in a five-year prison sentence. <br /> Massachusetts authorities arrested him a year later posing as an Anglican priest at a monastery in Hingham, Mass., after he was featured on the television program "America's Most Wanted." He was extradited to Tucson in January. <br /> Another jury convicted Dongarra -- also in absentia -- on two separate fraud charges related to insurance scams in August 1997. His sentencing on those counts is scheduled for May 28. Dongarra declined to make a statement in court. <br /> Church officials removed Dongarra from his position at St. Jude's Anglican Church in May 1995 after they discovered he had been convicted in 1983 of Medicaid fraud in Massachusetts. <br /> Dongarra, who had supervised psychologists at four nursing homes in Massachusetts, billed Medicaid for more than $70,000 of work never performed, authorities said. <br /> Dongarra received a suspended sentence and five years' probation for the fraud. <br /> He later became the head of an alcohol and drug treatment center in Falmouth, Mass., and met his wife about that time. Dongarra was married for a year before his wife discovered he had lied about his criminal past. <br /> Oro Valley police arrested Dongarra in April 1996 after an investigation that was prompted by Dongarra's filing of several phony insurance claims on religious items he said were stolen from his house. <br /> When police served a search warrant on the house, they described Dongarra's home as looking like a museum filled with ornate religious items. <br /> Dongarra had taken a $36,000 gold German Gothic altar adornment, along with artwork from the Sisters of Mercy Convent in Burlingame, Calif., near San Francisco. He also stole a tabernacle, large candlesticks, chalices and other religious items from St. Elizabeth's Church in San Jose, Calif. .. --> ===== Place Photo caption ** above ** this Line ===== -->.. --> ===== Start of navigation table ===== --><br /><br /><br /><br />And Another:<br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />Catholic World News (CWN)<br />Feature Stories <br /><br /><br />Priest-Imposter Arrested At Massachusetts Abbey (Subscribe to RSS Feed) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nov. 21, 1997<br /><br /><br /><br />HINGHAM, Massachusetts (CWN) - The FBI arrested an Arizona man who had posed as priest and stolen more than $1 million from churches nationwide at a Benedictine abbey in Massachusetts on Thursday. <br /><br /><br /><br />Michael Dongarra, 51, had stayed at the small Glastonbury Abbey since April when he joined the community of 11 monks. Dongarra had allegedly posed as an Anglican priest in the past, using his assumed position to steal more $1 million over 12 years through theft and fraud. He was arrested in Oro Valley, Arizona in April 1996, but fled before his trial, according to a police spokesman. He was tried in absentia on some of the charges and was found guilty. He will be held in Hingham pending extradition to Arizona. <br /><br /><br />Father Nicholas Morcone, abbot at Glastonbury, said Dongarra passed the normal screening process for men wanting to join their community and came with all the necessary recommendations. Dongarra was profiled on the Fox network television show "America's Most Wanted" last Sunday, and a Pennsylvania priest called the show to report Dongarra's whereabouts. Father Morcone said that unfortunately none of the monks watch "America's Most Wanted."<br /><br /><br /><br />And another:<br /><br /><br /><br />Fake priest also duped Massachusetts Medicaid<br /><br /><br />By The Associated Press <br /> BOSTON -- A man arrested last week after faking his way into a Hingham monastery to escape the law also put one over on the Massachusetts Medicaid system. <br /> Prosecutors say that while supervising psychologists assigned to nursing homes in 1983, Michael Dongarra personally billed the state for $70,000 in services he never performed. Some of the patients were dead at the time he said he treated them. <br /> "He made up bogus progress notes for patients who were dead," said Mark Muldoon of the state attorney general's office. "He put stuff in there like 'functioning at an optimal level,' and the guy had been dead for months. <br /> "In another case, he described 'a shy and retiring gentlemen.' Well, the guy was shy and retiring because he was 6 feet under. And in another note, he wrote, 'she seems more at peace now.' Well I guess death will do that for you," Muldoon told a Boston newspaper. <br /> Muldoon said Dongarra also billed the state for 36-hour work days. <br /> He was convicted in Suffolk Superior Court and sentenced to five years probation. The state also revoked his license to practice psychology. <br /> Dongarra, 51, is being held at the Plymouth House of Correction pending extradition to Arizona, where he was found guilty in absentia of stealing $90,000 worth of religious artifacts from several churches while posing as a priest. <br /> He faces between three and 12½ years in prison on various charges. <br /> Dongarra fled Arizona on Nov. 6, 1996, the same day he agreed to a plea bargain that would have resulted in four to five years in prison. Authorities there said he amassed more than $1 million from insurance fraud and theft. <br /> He moved to the Glastonbury Abbey in Hingham in April as a candidate for the Benedictine order. The abbey's monks were stunned when FBI agents showed up Thursday morning to arrest Dongarra. <br /> Muldoon, who prosecuted Dongarra in 1983 for the Medicaid fraud, said he remembers him as a bright man who blatantly defrauded the state with 1,500 phony insurance claims. <br /> He said Dongarra supervised psychologists from Coastal Counseling in Hingham who had been assigned to four area nursing homes. <br /> Muldoon said Dongarra's fraud caused the state Medicaid system to reprogram its computers to prevent billing for deceased clients. <br /> "What he did was so blatant, just unbelievably blatant," said Muldoon. "This was one of the worst cases we've ever seen." <br /> The FBI's trail to Glastonbury Abbey began when a Pennsylvania clergyman vacationing in Florida watched Dongarra's case recently on the television program "America's Most Wanted" and recognized him as a onetime applicant to his order. .. --> ===== Place Photo caption ** above ** this Line ===== -->.. --> ===== Start of navigation table ===== --><br /><br /><br /><br />So I wasn't the only one duped by him. There's more to the story but I don't think it's ever been told.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thanks for reading.Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-74505939588052537252008-09-26T15:24:00.000-07:002008-09-26T15:25:10.379-07:00PLEASE MAKE A DONATION IN HONOR OF SARAH PALINPLEASE MAKE A DONATION IN HONOR OF SARAH PALIN <br />Category: News and Politics <br /><br />Dear Friends: <br /><br />We may have thought we wanted a woman on a national political ticket, but the joke has really been on us, hasn't it? Are you as sick in your stomach as I am at the thought of Sarah Palin as Vice President of the United States?<br /><br />Since Palin gave her speech accepting the Republican nomination for the Vice Presidency, Barack Obama's campaign has raised over $10 million dollars. Some of you may already be supporting the Obama campaign financially; others of you may still be a little honked off over the primaries. None of you, however, can be happy with Palin's selection, especially on her positions on women's issues. So, if you feel you can't support the Obama campaign financially, may I suggest the following fiendish alternative?<br /><br /><br />Make a donation to Planned Parenthood -- in Sarah Palin's name. A Planned Parenthood donation is tax deductible, whereas a political donation isn't. And here's the good part: when you make a donation to PP in her name, they'll send her a card telling her that the donation has been made in her honor!<br />Here's the link to the 'honorary gifts' page at Planned Parenthood's website:<br />https://secure.ga0.org/02/pp10000_inhonor<br /><br />You'll need to fill in the address to let PP know where to send the "in Sarah Palin's honor" card. I suggest you use the address for the McCain campaign headquarters, which is:<br /><br />McCain for President<br />1235 S. Clark Street<br />1st Floor<br />Arlington, VA 22202<br /><br /><br />Feel free to send this along to all your women friends as well as your men friends and urge them to do the same!<br /> <br />Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful citizens can change the world.<br />Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.<br />Margaret Mead<br /> <br />NamaObamaTammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-14070925227315043942008-08-29T16:16:00.000-07:002008-08-29T16:18:21.880-07:00PALINDROMEMORDNILAP AND MORE REPUBLICAN NONSENSEPALINDROMEMORDNILAP AND MORE REPUBLICAN NONSENSE <br />Current mood: argumentative <br />Category: News and Politics <br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />I want to understand, sort of. <br /><br />Why would a woman vote for a woman just because she's a woman? <br /><br />"Whoa, wait a minute you say. I thought you chose Hillary over Obama earlier in the election. Didn't you do that because she's a woman?"<br /><br />For the record NO, that is not why I supported Hillary, it was a bonus but I wanted her for many reasons, especially healthcare.<br /><br />So the McCain thinks he can trick women into voting for a pro-life, pro-gun, pro-drilling, anti-polar bear Podunk mayor of a small town and only two year governor of the most remote and corrupt state in the union? <br /><br />I'm sorry but this is a new low. <br /><br />My stomach is churning and burning with anger.<br /><br />Obama was not my original choice and I must admit that Biden smacks of cheese ball politics but they're my guys now. <br /><br />No matter what. <br /><br />How can people want four more years of Bush? <br /><br />How can they vote in an elderly war veteran and a gun toting chick with no experience? <br /><br />What if McCain kicks it? <br /><br />Can you really see Sarah Palin matching wits with Putin? or any foreign leader for that matter? <br /><br />Can you see her representing this country as President of the United States? <br /><br />Dear God, I pray that Obama wins and stops the overt fear and insanity.<br /><br /> <br /><br />NAMAOBAMA!Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-34486846817164156402007-07-05T16:45:00.000-07:002007-07-05T16:50:03.122-07:00Fourth of July<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q5/martyweghorst/lsd9vx.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a><br />Last night was perfect. The best thing was that the simulcast of music and such that the fireworks were choreographed to had a very liberal slant. There were probably 3-4 thousand people. There was the obligatory - Born in the USA along with other rock and classical music interspersed with the voice of Martin Luther King, JFK, Bill Clinton and Hillary Clinton. No GW at all!!!! It was bold and quite enjoyable for me.<br /><br />How were your WORKS?<br /><br />Love from Me<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u106/twiztidcutiepie420/535071167_m.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u44/Stan_Mark/fire4.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-88983843369028942902007-06-13T10:41:00.001-07:002007-06-13T11:04:43.693-07:00Tucson Homeless Woman Murdered<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxNk8pFlnYVeNBIyw138nTt6eRhae4kkrlOxqkmxZUQCd8vg6bzWBqyPbTAKofbt3d2-t5QJN6pXcryiY0Ms6f48iczJp7B7fMun7PKm8j4XQi3KCq5NkYoOBxCLgrJnnfSvkHw/s1600-h/meblog8-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxNk8pFlnYVeNBIyw138nTt6eRhae4kkrlOxqkmxZUQCd8vg6bzWBqyPbTAKofbt3d2-t5QJN6pXcryiY0Ms6f48iczJp7B7fMun7PKm8j4XQi3KCq5NkYoOBxCLgrJnnfSvkHw/s400/meblog8-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075609317425582050" /></a><br />Famous Tucson Homeless woman murdered<br></br><br></br><a href='http://www.kgun9.com/NewsArticle/tabid/1112/xmid/12389/Default.aspx'>read more</a> | <a href='http://digg.com/videos_people/Tucson_Homeless_Woman_Murdered'>digg story</a><br /><br />So weird, I turned on the TV this morning to the news. I NEVER have time to do this. I had 5 mins. so I flipped on the TV. The only story I saw was about a famous homeless woman named Sunshine from downtown Tucson was murdered. <br /><br />I get to work, pull up Brad's blog and it's about homeless people.<br /><br />http://www.myspace.com/attentiondeficitdisorderb <br /><br />I used to be a daytime bartender at a bar that was across the street from the downtown bus station. I new most of the homeless men and woman that drank. Most of them were Vietnam vets and totally Effed up. They couldn't work if they wanted too. Most of them were very polite until they got too drunk and I would kindly tell them it was time to go. They usually complied amicably, but sometimes they got beligerent. But none of them were dangerous or vicious. I miss them.<br /><br />The woman that was murdered was a Native American woman that served in Vietnam.<br /><br />I suspect we will be seeing a lot of homeless people as a result of Iraq too. Our government sucks when it comes to caring for it's Veterans.<br /><br />Next time you see a homeless person consider that he or she may have been royally screwed by Uncle Sam.<br /><br />Thanks for feeding that guy Brad! Super kudos to you. Plus we can't give all our money to every homeless person that comes along but doing a little every once in a while makes the world a better place.Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com284tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-38793554093785004982007-05-16T13:14:00.001-07:002007-05-16T13:14:43.616-07:00NEW AMERICAN HEALTH CARE SYSTEM BY 2012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyOAvmUqw2ReAz2lv-7gDq8sJQYplfIUk0C1sL3xT6DMaj8ItWlX9UjVr8G7Pf1rpBsVLwaX0Id61JOneCWKPGCuFHfZWaAPRerlw6Tbdu_fzsrQwS1sMcoW2Ii88bQ2h-MUimg/s1600-h/silence01sml.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028974528183173026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyOAvmUqw2ReAz2lv-7gDq8sJQYplfIUk0C1sL3xT6DMaj8ItWlX9UjVr8G7Pf1rpBsVLwaX0Id61JOneCWKPGCuFHfZWaAPRerlw6Tbdu_fzsrQwS1sMcoW2Ii88bQ2h-MUimg/s400/silence01sml.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="http://www.seiu.org/"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">http://www.seiu.org/</span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><br />SEIU Partnership with Fortune 500 Companies, Labor and Civic Leaders to Spur Effort to Fix Health Care in America<br /><br />Washington, DC – Standing with the CEOs of Fortune 500 companies and national labor and civic leaders, SEIU today helped launch a historic, new cooperative effort with the goal of fundamentally changing the nation’s broken health care system.<br /><br />The founding members of the new partnership, which was announced at a Washington, DC, news conference, are SEIU and Wal-Mart, the largest health care union and the largest corporation in North America, respectively; AT&T; Intel; Kelly Services, Inc.; Communications Workers of America; the Center for American Progress; the Howard H. Baker, Jr. Center for Public Policy; and the Committee for Economic Development.<br /><br />Halleluiah!!!<br /><br />It’s a start, I guess. I’m of course extremely skeptical. We all know it can be done. It’s getting everyone to agree on a plan. It is scandalous that this hasn’t been solved long ago. People are hanging on to the notion that employers are the ones that must shoulder the burden of health care.<br /><br />“It is time to admit that the employer based health care is dead,” Stern said. “We can’t keep tinkering, hoping that incremental change will fix our broken health care system. We need fundamental change, and it is going to take new thinking, leadership, new partnerships, some risk taking, and compromising to make it happen. But that is what we all owe our country.”<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhT-lCqlnahbmrlZyXcFsVWCJv5OqKCpjKn0raPk6tvixiekb4emtGnbUooPdtj5wv6fGT3ST9kyeE4OI_zhPeDJw6AA7I4tBLA-4Ndbem4Hpk2h5y_D3eFiIw13FlTtls7rGxQ/s1600-h/shot.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028973218218147730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhT-lCqlnahbmrlZyXcFsVWCJv5OqKCpjKn0raPk6tvixiekb4emtGnbUooPdtj5wv6fGT3ST9kyeE4OI_zhPeDJw6AA7I4tBLA-4Ndbem4Hpk2h5y_D3eFiIw13FlTtls7rGxQ/s400/shot.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">And our children.<br /><br />“More broadly, we believe it is a national imperative to mount a major effort to slow the growth of health costs even while expanding access, improving quality and assuring continued innovation. All evidence suggests this is possible; it is time to unleash the creativity of American business, labor unions, the nonprofit sector, government and health care workers to make it happen.”<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">“it is time to unleash the creativity of American…”</span></strong><br /><br />Good old American ingenuity, that’s what we need! Does it still exist? Is anything motivated by anything but greed? Are we just too tired of screaming?<br /><br />Unions have both positive and negative connotations but joining together is the only way we are going to make any change in this country. To me it’s a cry for civil war with an emphasis on civility ala MLK.<br /><br />Organize your community. Go to rallies.<br /><br />I'm going to pick the same P/C/M/E time of day where the whole nation stands outside and yells at the top of their lungs. “We believe in affordable health care!” over and over for 15 minutes simultaneously.<br /><br />Can I get a viral rally to make this happen?<br />Will you do it!<br />Will you help me?<br /><br />Just imagine it! What will it sound like? Bigger and better than any one town that wins the Superbowl with everyone shouting in the streets.<br /><br />I pick Memorial Day, Monday, May 28. 2pm PT/MT 3pm CT & 4pm ET. Stop your BBQ's!<br />Say a prayer for our brave fallen soldiers!<br />and start shouting!!!!!!<br /><br />“We believe in affordable health care!” “We believe in affordable health care!” “We believe in affordable health care!” “We believe in affordable health care!” “We believe in affordable health care!”<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUWLCydYvei3PNoQ2DLUOMTzy7w7BMtUffyaAG6Vj53dSiMjgbMx-b9yYBepLfPoRRZZPcsecXczjZh6pcnCL9-92GCX7xPz_plSlpuDywXFB6HIX8uvBKZgteQqK8bkZVgtD_w/s1600-h/pills-chart.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028973102254030722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUWLCydYvei3PNoQ2DLUOMTzy7w7BMtUffyaAG6Vj53dSiMjgbMx-b9yYBepLfPoRRZZPcsecXczjZh6pcnCL9-92GCX7xPz_plSlpuDywXFB6HIX8uvBKZgteQqK8bkZVgtD_w/s400/pills-chart.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Are you with me?<br /><br />Spread the word!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />COMMON SENSE PRINCIPLES FOR ACHIEVING A<br />NEW AMERICAN HEALTH CARE SYSTEM BY 2012<br /><br />*We believe every person in America must have quality, affordable health insurance coverage.<br /><br />*We believe individuals have a responsibility to maintain and protect their health.<br /><br />*We believe that America must dramatically improve the value it receives for every health care dollar.<br /><br />*We believe that businesses, governments, and individuals all should contribute to managing and financing a new American health care system.<br /><br /></span></div></span></div></div></div>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-58405302271235599092007-05-08T12:02:00.000-07:002007-05-08T12:03:06.604-07:00ME?<br><b>My Personality</b><br><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr><td></td><td><div style='width:155px; height:15px;'> </div></td></tr><tr><td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0);'><div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'>Neuroticism</div></td><td style='padding:0px;'><div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(255,0,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,100,100); width:49%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"><div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'>49</div></div></td></tr><tr><td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150);'><div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'>Extraversion</div></td><td style='padding:0px;'><div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,0,255); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-top:1px solid rgb(100,100,255); width:72%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"><div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'>72</div></div></td></tr><tr><td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0);'><div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'>Openness To Experience</div></td><td style='padding:0px;'><div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,128,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(85,159,85); width:91%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"><div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'>91</div></div></td></tr><tr><td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0);'><div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'>Agreeableness</div></td><td style='padding:0px;'><div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(251,212,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,241,170); width:5%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"><div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'>5</div></div></td></tr><tr><td style='width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80);'><div style='white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;'>Conscientiousness</div></td><td style='padding:0px;'><div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(128,0,128); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-top:1px solid rgb(149,99,151); width:7%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"><div style='float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;'>7</div></div></td></tr></table><center><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr><td><div style='width:300px; height:15px;'> </div></td></tr><tr><td>You are sociable, outgoing, energetic, and lively. You prefer to be around people much of the time. Stressful and frustrating situations can be upsetting to you, but you are generally able to get over these feelings and cope with these situations. Novelty, variety, and change spice up your life and make you a curious, imaginative, and creative person. People see you as tough, critical, and uncompromising and you have less concern with others' needs than with your own. You like to live for the moment and do what feels good now. Your work tends to be careless and disorganized.<br><br></td></tr><tr><td align=center><nobr><a href='http://www.whooga.com/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&ms=y' target='_blank' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'>Test Yourself</a></nobr> <nobr><a href='http://www.whooga.com/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&ms=y&ur=459412xE77d09' target='_blank' rel='nofollow' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'>Compare Yourself</a></nobr> <nobr><a href='http://www.whooga.com/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&a=personality-tests&x=459412xE77d09' target=_blank rel='nofollow' style='margin-left:5px; margin-right:5px;'>View Full Report</a></nobr><br><br> Find the best <a href='http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-21613' target=_blank>myspace layouts</a> or build a custom layout. </td></tr></table></center><br>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-66370063624276984242007-05-04T17:46:00.000-07:002007-05-04T17:54:20.137-07:00Old Poems or Lyrics I found in a drawer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bXUtOItP45iuO5BZBWW8QGqdoH_RFhCrS7C5LY99eYeuJCRMJzTI-Qngx4ViETKNuAFqM39dQLc7RzXNWJyqdn-ww4MrW40AtVeu4_KIFaxmev-FQLyOhYF0F8lLx3-28u2cXQ/s1600-h/CitiBus_2307_16th_and_3rd_RockIsland_123102_AJR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060871949476850722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bXUtOItP45iuO5BZBWW8QGqdoH_RFhCrS7C5LY99eYeuJCRMJzTI-Qngx4ViETKNuAFqM39dQLc7RzXNWJyqdn-ww4MrW40AtVeu4_KIFaxmev-FQLyOhYF0F8lLx3-28u2cXQ/s400/CitiBus_2307_16th_and_3rd_RockIsland_123102_AJR.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>NUMBER 1 </div><div><br />Why would God be one of us?</div><br /><div>A slob on a bus?</div><br /><div>They say He sent His sonAmong us</div><br /><div>With schizophrenic charisma</div><br /><div>Chemically unbalanced living proof</div><br /><div>of the power of mental illness</div><br /><div>He conquered the world</div><br /><div>with a message of love</div><br /><div>connecting God to man</div><br /><div>A reason to look above</div><br /><div>One man's mind</div><br /><div>One man's life</div><br /><div>Don't look awayfrom the man on the bus</div><br /><div>talking to himself</div><br /><div>He could be Jesus</div><br /><div>talking to his daddy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkeFtg4MNTcK9YSarPmjok_cTHU4XAYFZ15E8Pyzjt4_sg5_L4Je3kcIDUIIvv__LhqRyJ0wDz_WuEBw15lGu48TAjsUKBSjaZMS9j3xh-pTnWziG4YQRFhyphenhyphenSFtjdybRgempKAg/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060872713981029458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkeFtg4MNTcK9YSarPmjok_cTHU4XAYFZ15E8Pyzjt4_sg5_L4Je3kcIDUIIvv__LhqRyJ0wDz_WuEBw15lGu48TAjsUKBSjaZMS9j3xh-pTnWziG4YQRFhyphenhyphenSFtjdybRgempKAg/s400/jesus.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>NUMBER 2 </div><div><br />I wonder if Jesus was gay</div><div>His best friend was a whore</div><div>No one loved him more than Paul</div><div>12 men bent over for his goal</div><div>Judas was just jealous</div><div>and wanted to expose</div><div>Paul's obsession</div><div>For the good of all.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKeU-5akSS-jQRkOeujQZ46Y3o3wyoJ5UY9Nutzu2VcJ8oOLA9Kl6M86SCJiRHGRCASjrHjT6zVpi4CHpmACEITqUkkrBu5xlZyR0-V5P-x952epZQDu_gBNXa6SHxl5n3kmKIA/s1600-h/full_moon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060872074030902338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKeU-5akSS-jQRkOeujQZ46Y3o3wyoJ5UY9Nutzu2VcJ8oOLA9Kl6M86SCJiRHGRCASjrHjT6zVpi4CHpmACEITqUkkrBu5xlZyR0-V5P-x952epZQDu_gBNXa6SHxl5n3kmKIA/s400/full_moon.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKeU-5akSS-jQRkOeujQZ46Y3o3wyoJ5UY9Nutzu2VcJ8oOLA9Kl6M86SCJiRHGRCASjrHjT6zVpi4CHpmACEITqUkkrBu5xlZyR0-V5P-x952epZQDu_gBNXa6SHxl5n3kmKIA/s1600-h/full_moon.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>NUMBER 3<br />The moon has many phases</div><div>none more magnificent than full</div><div>Golden, white and blue</div><div>Colors only heaven</div><div>can do</div><div>I am looking up</div><div>to a sky blue</div><div>black and true</div><div>My heart wants an answer</div><div>just like all of us do</div><div>You see I'm watching you</div><div>I see you changed </div><div>everything I knew</div><div>in phases. </div><div> </div><div><br />I have no clue when I wrote those?</div></div></div></div>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-78314128749083822582007-04-26T15:37:00.000-07:002007-04-26T15:41:40.822-07:00Baptism<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPouwPZ0GfSD79FjxXfcbKndu6ipkEPF2kgvw5OPGI3pItOB8rE7RsFZ6OclnnwyJDfpdBv4uuMTI8rFa8c2a64-tKMym6SaztI-B_Djq5g6nbgd2GRYA9REgWGJ-bgdNWe61bg/s1600-h/toilette.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057870321387727874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPouwPZ0GfSD79FjxXfcbKndu6ipkEPF2kgvw5OPGI3pItOB8rE7RsFZ6OclnnwyJDfpdBv4uuMTI8rFa8c2a64-tKMym6SaztI-B_Djq5g6nbgd2GRYA9REgWGJ-bgdNWe61bg/s400/toilette.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">When my little girl was about two weeks old, I was washing her in the kitchen sink cuz she was so tiny I thought I'd lose her in the baby bath tub. I put some water on her head and said a little prayer: God, Buddha, spirit, Jesus, the energy that unites us, please watch over my baby. Let her grow up happy and strong. Let her believe what she wants to believe, even if I don't agree. I love her. </span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Amen</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRW-8s5l_dzslFBpTSRT6eoijHqutS4aRfTeuJGZcs-UWCWPHsE0WqqOGH-EewnUmIr1WA2ITCxOTqo6bfaRPead4NSfQUjGnKrDTjK2dny9Olg48JsyIqY4MbugmUJnbAe7LR2Q/s1600-h/mother_bathing_child.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057870454531714066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRW-8s5l_dzslFBpTSRT6eoijHqutS4aRfTeuJGZcs-UWCWPHsE0WqqOGH-EewnUmIr1WA2ITCxOTqo6bfaRPead4NSfQUjGnKrDTjK2dny9Olg48JsyIqY4MbugmUJnbAe7LR2Q/s400/mother_bathing_child.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div></div>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-84579465768664364862007-04-24T15:33:00.000-07:002007-04-24T15:34:30.704-07:00Talk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOQUl1HROOXt004ZgnyG3Lu3hJ_yVuo8ZWOfBeDGfIoNMT11Gzx_vz1bc70j_oCSKRKhX4rmYcWJopbrbX5dM_DR0-ZAq5ne_UKOYi6DiGeqbcESEt18CGM_WZQX84p-L57ublQ/s1600-h/guston_talking.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057126644629334450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOQUl1HROOXt004ZgnyG3Lu3hJ_yVuo8ZWOfBeDGfIoNMT11Gzx_vz1bc70j_oCSKRKhX4rmYcWJopbrbX5dM_DR0-ZAq5ne_UKOYi6DiGeqbcESEt18CGM_WZQX84p-L57ublQ/s400/guston_talking.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Talk to people. It’s good for you and it’s good for them. They may look at you like your nuts but who cares. Chances are you’ll never see them again. Talk to your waitress. Talk to the checkout girl. Talk to the person in line with you where ever you are. Here’s why… When you talk to people you break down barriers. You conquer your own fears. Talk to people. Smile. Stop treating strangers like strangers. If you happen to start up a conversation with a crazy person, act crazy too. It’s fun. If some one seems grumpy, sympathize with that person. Be generous, with your conversation. Let people vent. Sympathize. Let’s diffuse this volatile world by talking. Sympathize. People need sympathy. People need to be heard. Talk face to face. Smile. Sympathize. We all have our ups and downs. Tell someone who you are. Ask questions. Talk to people. Smile. Sympathize.</span> </div>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-35177604636527687412007-04-20T15:19:00.001-07:002007-04-20T15:26:55.429-07:00Scrub my mind<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9cggafd54412iWYnM8nFURYOoo3BnXVrbs9u-fdlsKfsIGxYpK99Yfa_t9mdq1GwWBlV7VE5gt7bK8t7Q-aYHmTqsUtOGDPuTXHdh4bgF0Co0s7n6iZzlFQfeN4gVqocTfnNdg/s1600-h/lucy-pinder-superman-shirt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055640401261324706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9cggafd54412iWYnM8nFURYOoo3BnXVrbs9u-fdlsKfsIGxYpK99Yfa_t9mdq1GwWBlV7VE5gt7bK8t7Q-aYHmTqsUtOGDPuTXHdh4bgF0Co0s7n6iZzlFQfeN4gVqocTfnNdg/s400/lucy-pinder-superman-shirt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">I'm no superman.</span></div>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37096653.post-81587690944561909942007-04-17T16:55:00.000-07:002007-04-17T17:01:26.739-07:00Ramblings on VA Tech<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXVty7YqkaozM2Sm8cnv53HZnrVqjgtnpZiY6FJgjVtjK1y1XIx4bCv6uND32I6P9ZzVVSWM0kJ3-R7YuoWzKnd6EEQsDqY8YZZwaYq3CX50bUii6JZy0NsZRwkmXAGHcQL471w/s1600-h/blood-runneth-over_large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054551169778384210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXVty7YqkaozM2Sm8cnv53HZnrVqjgtnpZiY6FJgjVtjK1y1XIx4bCv6uND32I6P9ZzVVSWM0kJ3-R7YuoWzKnd6EEQsDqY8YZZwaYq3CX50bUii6JZy0NsZRwkmXAGHcQL471w/s400/blood-runneth-over_large.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Usually these things affect me profoundly. I feel numb this time. That is scary in itself… that I am not feeling any of this. If I can tune out. Anyone can. I'm a true bleeding heart. Someone who believes in peace. Taking care of others. Taking care of animals. Loving each other. Sure there are people I dislike, opinions I dislike, but that's freedom. I don't want to kill anyone. I felt shame and sadness towards the human race when Sadam was hung. He was a filthy motherfucker. Hanging? So now some South Korean has defiled a school, a nation, humanity. I suppose isolation can cause one to feel separate from everything especially if your in the middle of a campus of imbeciles and scholars. They don't notice you. They have no time for you. I have experienced deep dark depression. A sense of complete worthlessness in my very soul. The only one I chose to punish was myself. After all, I must be the one that's wrong. I must be the shit on the shoes of those that can't see me. Fortunately, I don't feel so hopeless anymore. I see others for who they are and they see me for who I am and in ways I will never know. I only have to look at my daughter and feel the rush of reality slap me with a snap that stings all my senses awake. Totally awesome responsibility. Outrageous demand to which I refuse to buckle. And yet I do. I fail miserably sometimes. Senseless murder, suicide. Who's to be held accountable? People will wax themselves into a messy build-up. A school, a town, a nation, the world killing everyday. Everyday killing. Too bad we're not all Amish. What heroes they are. And then there's our President. He and his buddies are the real murderers. Manipulating everything in there way. That's a lot of blood Mr. President. What's a little more on your own soil? And the NRA. What a bunch of heartless meat puppets. Fuck them for making me numb. I still love, I still believe, I will not give up, even though I have before. I cannot give up. Numb or not, my child needs me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;">In Case I forgot... Guns are evil. Guns will talk to you and tell you to kill.</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054551423181454690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fYGgfnksWSZnOAlHphsfAM_ZC7EJiDDYTYEpNFCISFdcSqoqK_VsEKEFUInpRW42kCjvMT-Ubjp1DbgPDWwDIdO_9BoL0-OxLBsS1BID6tsX0Fsaj36hMacEQzQyigRs-m5gNQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Tammy Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721478511444100261noreply@blogger.com0