hi folks

hey guys
its been a little while
been busy... what with thanksgiving and all
we had uber many more people at my aunts house... homeless/family-less freinds and mild aquaientinces

in progress

They are still displaced lives. There are still questions of pay. They are still workless thousands. There are still no defined future city plans, just obstinate conjecture. They are still grieving souls. There are places where power has yet to be restored. They are loosing hope and tradition. There are places where cleanup is a distant fantasy. They are moving out forever, leaving their ancestral seat. There are still incompetent and self-righteous powers controlling the situation. They are still finding bodies. There are speculatively hundreds (or thousands) that have been literary washed away, into the warm waters of our Gulf, never to be seen again.

And they are being forgotten.

It has been months since Katrina; it has felt like years, too many. Sorrow-stricken and lost, Louisiana now wanders as if in a never-ending gray dream, stumbling and surviving. Just barely finding a stitch of hope to hold on to in the wake of loosing its crowning Gem. Such is the way of so rich a state where corrupt glory has so often reigned. Desperately attempting to rise from the ashes as some redeeming phoenix, the people of the state have fallen.

In this fair city of Baton Rouge, as so many others, New Orleans has engulfed the ways. The once overcrowded and aging roads are impassable in decent time. Store shelves are more barren than one would expect outside the borders of failed communism. People within this city are beginning to acquire an arrogance once only associated with the most disillusioned souls of the Crescent City.

total recall...

so alots gone by...
sr retreat was fun and good i must say. if nothign else go to mull over my life and reconnect with some people. and im not the only person who gets irritated by random sluts and whores... ive also come to the conclusion that even though i am very satisfied with who i am i am not connected to the world. there was this cool beach thing. sam carly and i threw the half deflated football carly found around... we got all beat up from slashing at each other and with the nails and grass.... liz wintz found a speed limit sign

aunt nancy, ruby and ruby's son came in town to adopt 2 puppies... cute dogs... crazy to drive from iowa though. anywho, it was nice to talk to the few people from my dads family who look me in the eye.

yesterday momma, my dad and emmy drove into new orelans (i was still in jesus camp). they didnt bring a camera (hiss) but mom did go into her old first neighborhood where the shotgun that live through besty and camellie is. the watermark was about at her shoulders. the only sign of life was a few guys cleaning up Junda's (one of the many bars my mother remembers goign by in her childhood... its across from the house... Junda was the guy who shot the tv when john wayne came on... she and puggie remember when he was chasing out this one guy with a butcher knife) the city is still cracked like the vase from the matrix

speaking of puggie, she was stressed out and super depressed... luckily for her, some of her first clients got together and pulle dup enough money for a group of them to go up to new york on train. should be good for her to get away from all that mess

aunt margie is in grandma's living room

and ive missed the news in the past few days...

http://www.aeonflux.com/
the new.... who here remembers the old? -crickets chirp-

though so

wth
i remember seeing this back in the day when i was at my aunts house once. old old school mtv... the bevus and butthead generation... i want to know how you can take somehting so uber surrealistic (enough so to make salvador dali blush) and make it live action... i am almost curious to see it.

lala

brian called, the goverment is looking at his house in a box thing as a possibility for rebuilding the city. i hope that flies well for them. puggie's been working to get ahead her whole life and i hope this chance plays out well for them so they can retire to toledo bend and fish all the time.

anywho, my dad's looking about maybe signing up for an offshore job. a month on a month off. in england(training), south korea(more training, its where they're building the platform) and russia (off of that island that looks like it would be a part of japan but isn't). it would start in january. he's not really sure yet though.... it'd be quite a change. it also depends on when i graduate and move into collge... he would like to be here for that. i still think it would be kinda cool and i can tell there's some part of him that really wants to do it. if for no other reason than so he can grow his beard back to accomodate the cold climate.

we shall see...

anywho, theres a SJA trip to england this mardi gras and if i can come up with that money i am going.... so i am probably goign to a) sell art, katies dad has maybe offered exibit time b) become an ebay mavin c) lure a bunch of chs guys into a van and mug them (no, im too nice and have no baseball bat) or d)put in more late days at helpdesk (sorry em and alexis)
/shrug
i think we all know who wins there

back from TX

went to texas to look at St.Eds... i liked it
anywho, here are some pics!

we ran into a bunch of these guys (121 in all )
Convoy!!!! to lake charles!!! which was all winded over and smelled of saltly fish...

Austin!!

abandonded intel building! (and i saw the AMD plant!)

to give you an idea of the city, its in the county thats indicting Tom Delay and has a bunch of crazy liberals like myself and went blue last election..... it makes me happy as does the school... i filled out an app

ranting time... http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/10/05/feedback.reinvent/index.html .... so many people are saying that New Orleans should be rebuilt as a theme park or the slums should be destoryed or the like.... they dont get it... there are many peopel who want to return, its their freaking home! and all these antibuilders arent goign to want the surge of population coming to them. and cities need lower class housing...people need places to live! so you folks who want a theme park, get into reality and see beyond your own selfish wantings and desires for pleasure.

WPA!

its the last day of september

its the last day of september
and the leaves are just now turning
the cold stiff winds from farther north
are barely even churning
sweet september somehow slipped by
in these halls of learning
stress and fear delight the bells
with each fair mind much yearning
for cooler air, calmer storms
and a softer sense of lurking
menace to shadow the apparent
summer itself much overextending
and swallows the remnants of autum
September is only such in naming

i hate sick days D<

rita!

went to the clinic to board windows, fedex chasing, and so it passed, lots of wind and rain (it was still windy today) we lost power for a few hours, alison and troy had water up to their steps....
a tree cacme down at the clinic and i got to become the treeanator

the oak tree

see>>>>

the windows

fedex chasing in the hurricanethe weatherman vantv was being weird (if you cant see its the standard page cannot be displayed page)the pine treesianyway, we saw one of the fighters that secures the city the president is in, it like tipped the treetops...super nifty, you could've plucked it out of the sky. also, we've seen a sharp rise in the numbers of whorishly dressed hookers at winn dixie. and to all the cajun boys they keep showing on tv the ones that say things like 'we used to dis 'ere wata.... we been swimmin in da bayou since we kids. we go out dere get our suppas.' while i cant say anythign for you propagating the image of louisianan’s of being backwards hicks with pet alligators, you make me happy! keep pushing those pirogues down the bayou and scaring away those nutty journalist whose hobbies include enjoy dodging death within the path of natural disasters! (ie wearign their cute little rain slickers in the center of the storm talkign about how dangerous the centre of the storm is...morons)

but here we are monday morning. ms.o (physics) got 5 inches of water in her house.

windows window window ne!

jsut got back from boarding up windows at the clinic and playing fedex tag with blood samples to go to the lab in memphis
its pouring, and really really windy... the stoplights onthe corner (the ones that are danglign from wires) are at near 90 degree angles

and the power just flickered.

this is nifty>> http://katrinaphotos.blogspot.com/

aunt puggie just called, shes going to stay (she put an ax in the attic too) she was talkign to her friend who works at baptist hospital. when they were evacuyating them, they had hoodlums shooting at the choppers. so a quiet marine chopper came in and blew away the hoods that were interfearing.


-edit- we went to the clinic, had to check on some things and thought we'd have to put missmary (the sweetiest little labb ever) to sleep. but when her owners came by she perked up so she didnt. anywho, we stopped at the store in the driving sheets of rain. the lights went out mid selection of junk foodz. of course they came back on, they have a little generator i think. anyway, they have a few lines down between the store and the house and some of the roads are gaining water fast. goodie

grandma's back

>< kristen got him by a fema bus yesterday, shes fine but cant move her neck
rita is coming ew icky bad evil satan

grandma's back, she had been home in harahan for a few days... news is grim from st.brenard parish, its expected they are goign to find families huddled in death. they've barely entered houses. and in new orleans proper, they're just starting to crack the locks on houses that were locked. the death toll will be high. they might be a) covering it up or b) pulling the classic media tactic of slowly breaking the hell upon earth.
on my aunt leah's house, "everythign is hanging in the trees, they said. even a dead man in a lifejacket... pauline's wedding dress is gone... maybe some nice girl will find it aand have herself a big wedding." all aunt leah and husband has left is a few photos and what they got out with. not even a piling. aunt leah is really sick and grandma isnt feeling too well either. margie is coming back.

some of the girls from new orleans made it back in last weekend and were showing us pictures and video of their trip. they say its eerie seeing their own houses marked with body count x's. and the malls and the troops everywhere. alot of our girl's are complaining because homecoming was canceled and in their lack of depth perception, that's the only important event of the high school year.

blanco was on the radio, urging evacuation of the southwestren parishes. and askign those who stay to write their names/s.s. #'s on their arms with indelable ink. just incase

i'm in touch with some people whose photo albums were destroyed. i'm going to try abnd restore them as much as i can

according to the local suvivors of the Great Flood 0f 1927, the area my house is in was one of the few places that didnt flood. all the ranchers drove their cattle to here, which is nifty. of course, i'm putting an ax and an air mattress or somethign into the attic, just in case.

aunt puggie and brian may be heading this way later on, if for no other reaosn than to be out of harahan since order is unsteady

katrina and rita, the twin sisters of fury

dad just got home late, they had to shut down the entire plant. the place where they get their eltheline from is in texas.

i am scared, near tears, worried, my head hurts and i've had fever for the past few days and i cant stop coughing (Sinus infection from HELL as the doctor has been packed its not going away -groan-) and i want of this to be done with. now.

mom and i are going to roy's to fill up the cars.

amend: i now reserve the full right to be delusional

jw is gone! squee!!!! its very quite here now

for a little anyway
my grandmother who just got home (her cats somehow survived btw) said shes probably goign to come back in part because of the enxt hurricane in line in part because of the trauma of being home and so close to the devestation

i must admit, the thought of another hurricane makes me want to cry

as far as our imports, some of them are gogin to the PM schools set up in town. but for every girl that leaves another is waiting in the ranks... we're workign on getting everyone their computers for class and such but you can only move so fast

that mac and cheese jw left in the fridge is makign me sick

more

today deangelo's around the corner ran out of mints, pennies, pepperonis and medium sized pizza dough

i want allthis overpopulation to go home and be able to go back home

im not complaining i just want everythign back to the way it was when they didnt have garuds to escort you to your car at the grocery store.

weird

i inadvertantly clicked ont he missing children list on cnn and was lokoing through it
i think found someone i went to grade school with. dindt know him too well but it looked like him, had the right name, right age... he had been at the convention centre and was listed under "resolved" so yea...

ok, back to sleep, i didnt get much last night, had a very strange dream....
katie, my sister and i were swiming
the back fence was gone revealign a rocky shoreline with a lighthouse in the distance
a heliocopter was fishing someone out of the water, or tryign to, the man floated into our pool. we pulled him from his drowning sleep and he murmerded words unhearable
a second man fell from the sky in fire
and then a third into the pool. all that was left was his shell, his skin which had crisped to a black paper thin ash, and as bits of him began to crumble and float in our water, he said, ‘it is too much’ or ‘now is time’ i do not recall clearly
in the distance, it rained bodies
katie my sister and i were unpashed by these events and as we got out of the pool, we headed inside, JW was sitting in a chais lounge between the crape myrtle and the fountian, he said he was never again goign to work for shell whic really doesnt make sense at all.

i think its one of my freaky stress dreams

and it hit me

today driving home, i was listening to the radio (news natrually)
and all of a sudden it hit me
everythign from the past three weeks that has stressed and unslept and allergied me and my eyes to where i loko like a kid with bad goth makeup
hit me

and i cried

the bitter perdition of it all whacked me in the face with a baseball bat. my own personal world has been permentaly altered as has the greater world around me.

what got me is the sheer fact that i am unable to truly do anything to stop or reverse it. that feeling of helplessness that comes with watching predation of the weak. shell shock.

jw is still here, he made it to his office on canal yesterday, the office was fine, some water but fine. my uncles are back in harahan, my grandmother is goign to head there as soon as it stablizes a little bit. aunt puggie and brian are settled into their camp on toledo bend and dont seem to want to leave. and we're takign care of my cousin's dog for some time until she too returns from the black hole

as much normalcy as we can afford

normalcy... it feels normal to wait now. it feels normal to see the piles of debreis left on side of the roads in BR. it seems normal to have to wake up early to get to the stores to get gass, bread, milk, eggs..... the sortages feel normal. the banishment to school, work home seems normal (i never did much else anyway)

it feels normal but so unnatural simultaniously... yes it is expected that we adjust to our new settings but it feels so normal it feels wrong...

i want it to be the way it used to. when people still had homes. when people still had schools (mt carmel academy is suppsoed to be off the map, and sabrina is out of tulane(shes back workign with us in the helpdesk as we expected))

it's a horrid thought that so much is gone. it's downright eerie
they've been searching in target and walmart before you walk out the store (not the check recepit like, the send a sheriff runnign after you who grabs your arm)
ive seen cop cars from hundrends of diffrent places, a nat garud humvee a block from school... i've also spotted more cabs from kenner etc than i ever have when i've been down there

i still feel that disturbance i wrote about earlier. yet its still have to envision the city of sin and saints where i grew part of my life in, where my family may never return

pics update:
Gas Can Refugee

Georgia State Police (a train of 12)
the ride home... was 30 min, now between 1 and 2.75 hoursInflux, the n00bs in jeans
grandma is still at aunt meg's, she came here then went back. shes takign margie's loss hard, i think my uncle may have arranged for her to get some anti-depressants for a little. idk, hes the doctor here.... JW is drivign me mad... insane i say... resisting urge to find cement blocks and brick him into a closet.... as far as classes, +3 in physics, +4 in adv math, +1 in multimedia (indi study), +5 in religion, +0 in english, +2 in euro history ap, +10 in pe, +3 in programming (7 of us now! and the 2 web girls)

a-p-p-l-e! h-e-r-e

we ( me and the taylors) drove to stm and picked up the 9 g3s, the g3 with the big screen and the g4 and airport thingie.
see>>>>

pretty!!!!

total n00b intergation

full assimilation and such of the n00bs (my affectionate term for the 200 some odd new additions/guests/imports), they (the diocese(sp)) are also working towards a night school for the imports hosted on our campus... chs is doing somethign similar with brother martin

also, on a grim note, people get me mad. especially when good christens act very anti the core beliefs of their said religion

also, keep in mind body count is not equal to death toll

so we have n00bs

so we have a bunch of new girls here. its mucho interesting, most of them seem nice and such but traffic is still hellish. i am videotaping my ride home today or as much as i can. we were goign to find a hotspot (weve found some) to post some stuff here from

the moral of this story: when theres a strom the size of the gulf, get out







a few links that have surfaced regarding this mess

http://tetrisspecialedition.ytmnd.com/
http://lootasnickers.ytmnd.com/
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/9107338/
http://www.nola.com/hurricane/photos/
http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2005/katrina/help.center/
http://www.illwillpress.com/

boy oh boy… patty and evildog ™ had a fit when she saw we had an old communion rail in the garden.

In other news, I have pics from aunt puggie’s trek to Jefferson Parish

The Traffic In

The Airport
Metal building
Tree Roots

Troops at the Conoco

Grandma's Backyard

Grandma's Carport
Big Tree
Another Big Tree
Aunt Puggie's House
The Remains of a Gas Station

The roofers that rode in with them to pick up their car
















Troops on the Ground
The Deathtrap of a Car (we're holdign this for aunt puggie while she's in Toledo Bend)
A Gift from Ms Cathy (the smoking woman)

the nun hath arrived

We went to the Allstate place this morning to file a claim for grandma. I sat with her on the side while mom was in line. Some NBC guy talked to us, Grandma told the Margie story (which we got fixed right and Puggie is going to pick up the ashes) They saw she was an older lady and took us right up. Then, Grandma went to Megs this morning, or rather we brought her because she needed to be with her brothers and sisters. I realized I don’t know fifty percent of my family and they were all in that house. On the drive back be got int he middle of a convoy with buses and military medical and ambulances and power trucks and airport vans and i wish i would have had my camera. Mom and I had Indian after and ended up talking to a Russian/Singapore couple who had evac’ed the garden district. Nice folks, we’ve met a bunch of people through these past days. We tracked down Pat and Patty (aka Sister Anna Maria which is void because she left the convent) in Covington and since dad and JW were in Mandeville cutting some trees… voila, new roomies. Crazy roomies… they were staying with a RCC registered hermit in a quansit hut with no a/c or anything. Extremely religious and zealous and very, very pushy to say the least. But they need a place to stay until Christine (cousin in Atlanta) can fly them out. Besides, Pat has super high blood pressure right now and needs to be in the cool. So the two and their evil dog are here. Puggie and Brian got in and hopefully snapped some pics for yall to see.

yesterday i got so tense and jittery and was about to attack someone, so i yelled at the fridge for 15 minutes and now i'm happy and fine

We’re in process of tidying up the front room for Grandma since we don’t know how long she’s going to be with us. I am happy that’s she is gogin to be with us for awhile because, well, I’ve never really gotten to know any of my grandparents well and here is the chance. School starts up tomorrow and I must admit I am somewhat looking forward to meeting some new people. Hopefully, any Scared Heart Academy girls won’t be mean like they are known to be…

It’ll be interesting I suppose
No complaints‼ :)

it's still sinking in that a short hour or so drive down I-10 or Airline Hwy is a cesspool of death and destruction
and that Margie, the fixture of many a faimly conversation and mind, is gone

it's a mess

they wont give us Margie’s body because they are a bunch of loony Jesus people who don’t believe in cremation and don’t understand that the family’s tomb is under x feet of water. And the guy at the funeral home they moved her to (without our family consent) is trying to scam us for ‘storage’ of the body. And it is making everyone tense as all get out. And my grandmother is stirring the pot and everyone is waiting for their visit from Margie. Boo visited everyone after he died and Margie has already visited a few.

We sat up late last night talking. Puggie was telling her stories of Pentecostal shelters and all the people that were at her house. Like really late. I have a bunch but I have no energy.

Brian and Puggie couldn’t get into their house today, they’re going to try again. She said she’s going to get me some pictures. The airport is supposed to look like a MASH unit. The bridges are supposed to be insane… if she does I’ll post them here. And I will put up a picture of the sky sign as soon as I can. And I’ll type up some of the stories. Tina’s sister got pulled from a rooftop and is in the astrodome amen. and i got in touch with some of my N.O. friends. Aunt Meg had Matthew McConaughey at her house and is going to be on Oprah (or so the crazy woman says, rolls eys) tommorow or the day after. One of Puggie's aquantiences stole a bus and is bussing people out of N.O.

Later though.

"the problem with this family is that too many have lived too long" grandma

about an hour ago, margret kampen, 87, died

the first of the kampen siblings to leave this world

we cant get to the family tomb, creamtion seems to be the path... we can put her on the table at Megs and gather around and tell stories then sprinkle her ashes by her parents as soon as we can get in.

new modem

8/31/2005

I have more pictures now

what they’re showing on the news is bad
From talking to refugees in wal-mart (yes I know I have a boycott of it, my grandmother wanted to get out of the house for awhile, there isn’t much there, as pictured above) and stores it sounds a whole lot worse than what they’re showing on the news
Like bodies floating in the street/stuck in attics bad… I’ve heard whispers of death tolls rivaling 9/11, many NO firefighters are missing (presumed dead or fled) and all the BR ones are being sent down, they have attested to flagging houses with bodies in them with red paint so that refrigerator trucks could come by later. They had one woman in the paper with a picture of her dead husband wrapped in a sheet like a mummy. They have shown a few pics on the national news of this stuff(local is focusing on the positive material….like aide efforts and recruiting volunteers, which I think I might do as we don’t have school until at least Tuesday (if SJA is still going by EBR parish listings)) oh but wait…that’s right, there have been several carjacking/shootings by NO punks!! In the area of, what’s that, every social place in BR, and there aren’t many folks!! ,Goody -edit- gumdrops, I finally get my license and all hell breaks loose…. Gov. Blanco was on earlier, she sounded like she is about to put the smack-down on the looters and jerks. Supposedly, many of the thugs and not so nice people set up a tent city on LSU’s campus, I don’t know if that’s true or not but its rumor…. I wish we had a boat… we’d be down there in a heartbeat… they had people who were saying its our fault for living near the water… its not like we control the weather…its not like it’s ocean front condo, the Mississippi River and the Lake and the Gulf of Mexico aren’t exactly pretty, in fact the Mississippi has the wastewater from Minnesota on downward, it is NOT the Riviera, many of the people who got stuck had no means out and of course some were just ignorant to the coming doom but that doesn’t mean we should disregard them.

I’m going to have to put in more hours to pay for my transit money (gas/insurance) X_x
And I get the feeling my second film is about to have to be scrapped :’(

On a much lighter note, Joe (yes my cousin the LSU cheerleader turned nursing student but still straight Joe) came over here earlier (he’s staying at his friend David’s around the block) any-who he managed to lighten the mood. he did his impersonation of what a good looter should look like, shown above…. Please note! the hat over the eyes and dishtowel over the face and carrying food NOT plasma screen TV’s unlike those pictured on TV…. he is also quoted as saying to his “young republican” aforementioned friend “If John Kerry was president, Teresa Heinz would be buying us all new homes and bottles of ketchup, or houses made from ketchup….. I bet you could get a lot of ladies with a house made of ketchup. Or at least 1 out of 100.”… he also went on with ‘the next nickel sent to Iraq is too much, we need it here more now than ever.’
We love Joseph

They got the breaker box fixed next door… when they cut the power off JW darted to the door which was amusing… my grandmother is getting testy about having to stay in the same house as a black woman (JW’s girlfriend is Creole and my grandmother is a semi-raging racist) hell, everyone is the house is tense =cliché alert= the air is so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife, I swear to god I keep biting heads off and I don’t even mean too… I was able to control the bitchygirlomgpmsevilsatanwoman stuff through the last few days and now that it’s all over is bubbling back like mad with me and everyone

As I’m typing this I don’t know when I’ll be posting…Freakin’ Cox is down and this time it was not I who sneezed… I just need something to pass the time before I go crazy from boredom and syndicated news overdose… I went and fought with our server in the back room office last night acting by proxy for my father who was at work and on the phone with me… it was fun, I got to play with free bsd command prompts!!! and I didn’t mess them up like I did last time!!! I didn’t get anything working either so it’s Freakin’ Cox’s problem to deal with

JW doesn’t know if he has a house, Tina doesn’t know if she has a sister (they may be here for awhile), Aunt Puggie (who had (has?) 40-50 people at her camp in Toledo Bend (10 is a lot for there, they had tents in the backyard)) is looking for a job in Texas so they can live out there until whenever (as they are out of money, left it all in their house in haste) even though Brian (who is in construction) is probably about to have a boom, Leah has no house, grandma and uncle Skippy don’t know when they can get back to access and such (they have confirmation the houses are still standing… also my mother is kicking him (her ex-brother in law) out for being a general ass, he gets to go to Alison’s, Joseph’s work/school (at Charity Hospital) is unsure as the hospital has been flooded and looted so it may end up taking him 2 years to get the last few bits of his degree and his first floor apartment is presumed gone… I haven’t been able to get through to Scott or most of my friends on the phone, I’m sure they’re fine, but I’m also sure he’s giving himself at least one aneurysm from worry and anxiety… and I’m worried about some of my NO contacts who said they were staying….

Margie was moved to a nursing home in Alexandria…we think. And pat and patty live in areas that aren’t supposed to be too bad… and besides they’re such Jesus nuts I’m sure the wall of holy candles protected them…

The eeriness is enough to give you goose bumps. It still feels so empty and barren, like there’s something that needs to be filled. it feels so surreal, unreal… its like when you die near the end of a video game and you aren’t sure if you should quit or try again…defeat and resignation. I don’t know how to really describe it, it’s probably just the stress of knowing that this storm will be my Betsy… my Audrey….my Camille… even though it was bigger…worse than any of those……... you just feel so helpless and unable to aide… its six thirty but feels like 11:49… I’m scared to drive into baton rouge and see if school is still standing, I’m sure it is but just to see it would bring some comfort… I know I don’t have it bad, it’s still stressful though…even through literal tons of supplies have been donated and so many are giving all they have to help their fellow man, I’m loosing more hope in humanity and my optimism is souring to the darkest cynicism I’ve had in awhile…which is a bad thing.

I need to get the phone post thing from blogger so I can get stuff up when there’s nothing like this… even though our phone is doing the freaky tango of “on/off”edness

Screw it… I’m going to go read Beowulf/history text, watch Totoro or play dolls or something with Emily (so meh >p)


9/1/2005

‘everything’s gonna be alright’ mr. chucklehead newsman on ch 9

he was about to go home and get some sleep as he was getting delirious… those were his signing off words. And it felt so reassuring.

Sam left this morning, no one has heard from him. He pushed my mother a little too far in talking about how her sister, his ex had done nothing for their children… which is not in the least bit true. Alison said she’d take him, but he’s pretty much fallen off the face of the planet.

As far as all the punks, the national guard is being deployed to all the cities where refugees (and yes, they’ve been classified as federal refugees) have moved to. Gov. Blanco is on TV… she looks worn and tired, but then everyone does right now.

I’m sitting here with the tub cat (see picture) who is the last cat here from the clinic, the only reason she’s here is that she has no home and we’ve had her at the clinic for 2 years.

I called Taylor Chutsz a little while ago. She was talking to her farther who works for one of the groups trying to restore the wetlands. He’s coming back from a meeting…. They’ve used 500 body bags and are requesting thousands more. She can feel it too, the disturbance. Her sister drove in from Tennessee (I think that’s what she said) to help out. Every other pine tree was blown down and an elderly couple was attacked by gators (not bitten, the gators just went after them) When school restarts, the first girl to complain about not having power or the gas prices is going to hear holy hell from her or me.

Still no internet…we’ve been sitting around talking and flipping through the TV. Tina is from the clan Honerė, she still hasn’t heard anything about her sister but is doing a good job denouncing the criticism her California friends are bringing up, like how the local government isn’t doing it right. The government is doing a damn good job considering the conditions. I would be all for martial law right now though… its just chaotic.

Helicopter flyover count: 47 (I saw a black-hawk and grandma and Emily saw a Chinook) Our house is practically right under their path…. I think I’m going to make a big sign and stick it in the backyard tomorrow morning because you know those guys are tired (and their crotches are probably sore as all hell too) just to say thanks
National Guard Hummer sightings: 2

9/2/2005

‘there’re angels in the world, you gotta remember that’ ms. Chalmette Owl stolen t-shirt in wal-mart today

so mom and I went to drop off our donations today. Then we went to wal-mart because grandma needed clothing and was being her mean manipulative self this morning. There was a woman crying her eyes out in the parking lot, apparently she lost it all. We ran into a woman and her husband who managed to get out. They walked through the water, past the superdome (it IS as bad as the TV says) and onto the interstate. They say there are dead bodies everywhere... over 2,000 in St. Bernard Parish alone. Some kind soul picked them up on the interstate and drove them all the way to her sister’s house near here.
The wal-mart down the street has changed greatly… people from New Orleans, you can tell.

I saw a Chinook by the post office… helicopter count: 66 but I haven’t been paying attention. I made the first bits of the sign, I got to play with spray paint : p

I got in touch with Katie, she has internet, I need to get her to find out the number for phone post up here. JW is on edge, the reality of it all has just hit him, he’s wandering around the house. Tina is driving back to California, as of 6, she had made it to west Texas. Scott was bitching about not having power and having to stay with a friend, I got pissed, didn’t say it but I was pissed. You’re alive. Things are going to change, but you’re alive and you have a place. No one has heard from Sam, but he has the power to change that. He’s just trying to play his little games. We have the number where Margie might be but cant get through. Joe just stopped by to pick up some tiny person clothing for some of the cheerleaders he is staying with. They have internet!!!! So tomorrow I’m going to take JW and grandma over there to register with FEMA and hopefully post this stuff for yall to read. But wait! They have internet next door… I wonder if our modem was shocked to death… oh well, we’ll find a new one. I think radio shack is open until 9.

I got bit by an evil Boston Terrier today.
Also we are now taking bets on how fast this disaster will be made into a TV movie.

My mother has lost all hope in humanity.

9/3/2005

Aunt Puggie just called. She’s coming here (with husband, dog and in-laws) from Toledo Bend and then trying to get back to her house whenever they’ll let them in. But now she’s in Alexandria, she found Margie. They’ve been trying to call for days. She’s on her deathbed (again) but this time it might be for real. My mother and grandma are going to drive into Alexandria so grandma can be with her sister. We aren’t going to be able to get to the family tomb and I know grandma isn’t going to want her buried in a potter’s field.
I just fixed her hair and mom canceled her day. I’d go but I can’t do it right now. I don’t really want to stay here though, it doesn’t feel safe…Tracy got grabbed last night by 4 guys from New Orleans. The only reason she got away was that some other people stopped them.

According to rumor, FEMA just bought a bunch of apartments by the Tanager Mall, for everyone coming out of the 9th Ward? Maybe.

M-cat tells me we might be switching to the platoon system at school as we’ve gotten 500+ new applicants and are takign 200 for sure. That’ll suck, I don’t want to go to school for half a day, I like school, it keeps me even and sane. but i cant complain.

the news says the marines are being sent in. goody
Sam turned up at his sister's place. mom, grandma, puggie and brian are headed home.

its always so pretty after
grandma and torch
gas stoves>electric stoves (compating andrew to this hell yes)

work cloths (NO i will NOT making you pancakes)
the work of my day (it was a freakin pine tree, its all burned now)
passing the time, in the heat
tree (middle) beind the projectile house
The Shed
across the street (note projectile in the roof)
next door
roof gone


Henery Road so far, weve contacted almost everyone, except, Pat, patty, margie and a few others.... aunt leah lost her house, grandma lost he carport and rosiliand lost the tuck she had parked therein... skippy isnt sure and is plotting to bike in on the levee abnd save his computer at least i think.... they've gone through oodles of bottles of wine, alison and troy and maybe the inlaws are coming brcause they have no ac or water

we evaced the clinic... 6 cats and 2 dogs staying in our back room. we also had to get out several thousand dollars worth of vaccines and get them into ice chests...

i have more pics but this is all for now

its weird, i cant explain it but you can feel the loss, you can feel the death.... the destruction