Impeach Donald Trump Campaign

I recently signed a petition to Impeach Donald Trump. I am not advocating that anyone follow in my footsteps, I am just passing along information to anyone who might be interested.

Because I signed the petition on their website, I received the following about the latest development in the campaign to Impeach Donald Trump which reads as follows:

In a unanimous vote, the City Council of Richmond, California, approved our resolution to become the first city to call on Congress to launch an impeachment investigation of President Trump.

Last night, two more communities just approved our resolution.

The citizens of Alameda, California brought our resolution before their city council, which unanimously supported it. And in Charlotte, Vermont, Town Meeting members voted for our resolution. The momentum is growing, and we are counting on people like you to jumpstart this movement at the local level.

After we announced Richmond’s win, many of you emailed us asking for ways to bring this resolution to your city and state. To get you started, we added a new page to our website with resources and materials to pass a model resolution in your community.

Here’s a quick overview of what we posted to download and share:

A PDF of Our Model Resolution
A PDF of Our Guide for Local and State Resolutions in Support of Impeachment
A one-page flyer about our campaign
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New videos sharing campaign news, here
We also shared materials provided by our allies working in Alameda, California. As this campaign continues to grow, we will add new tools for you to use in your own organizing. We are frequently updating our “News & Updates” section and our “Resources” page, so be sure to check back in. Please reach out to us with your progress and any questions you may have.

Here are some suggestions for next-steps you can take on your own:

Look up your representative, decide if it makes the most sense to reach out to your state or local officials. Remember, it’s ok to start small.
Don’t be shy! Connect in person with your friends, neighbors, co-workers, students, religious leaders, family members. Find a meeting place, and start talking.
Follow-Up! Find a way to keep in touch with everyone. Gather email addresses and phone numbers. Create an online group with tools like Facebook,,, Google Groups, and Yahoo Groups.
Keep us in the know! Email us your questions and updates via:
You are so critical to this campaign! If we work together, we can build further pressure on our Representatives to introduce this resolution before Congress.

We’re on our way! Let’s keep it up!

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Accepting the Unacceptable

How many times have we heard our parents say, “What is the world coming to?”? Well, I think we have our answer.


  • The truth doesn’t matter any more.

  • Promises don’t have to be honored.

  • We are going against long held beliefs.

  • We are opening up our world to people who want to destroy us.

  • Privacy isn’t a thing.

  • We are allowing ego to take precedence over propriety.

  • Civility is no longer expected.

  • Cooperation is passe’.

  • Respect is out the window.

  • Violence is the new norm.

  • Hate thy neighbor is the new motto.

  • Laws are disregarded.

  • The constitution doesn’t mean anything.

  • Rules – what are rules?

  • Basically, anything goes.

The one thing that remains the same is that “Money Trumps Everything!”

Stark Reality

I  have a way of looking at the world through eyes that see past the obvious. In other words, I am a deep thinker. I call it common sense.

In the last Presidential race, there was a lot of voicing the desire for more “excitement” in the media and on the street.  Believe it or not, the consensus was that it had  all become boring. That desire has come to fruition big time and even I have gotten caught up in it.

As I watched the debate last night, I experienced a combination of excitement and dread. I am on a roller coaster! One minute I am elated and the next I am pissed and the next I am overcome with a feeling of sadness. I haven’t decided what I will do with my vote though I know what I won’t do. I have tried to be open minded yet I find myself swayed by the Dump Trump” and  “Trump Dump” campaigns.

I have tried to jump off the “Anyone But Trump” train but when I lean out the door, I find myself back on the top step. It has been said that we are not electing the man, we are electing a leader. I don’t want a leader who is a deplorable man and honestly, I am scared of the future as we get closer to election day. As I write this, I find myself crying for what has been and what could be coming.

When I heard it said that Obama was like Hitler, I thought that it was ridiculous and inflamed rhetoric. I am saying now and I will stand behind my opinion that if the statements Trump throws out are honestly his beliefs, we are in deep trouble. Furthermore, we can kiss the good in the country we know goodbye. I understand the need for moving in a different direction but I don’t think he is the person to take us there.

There is no need to go into all the reasons for my feelings about Trump, we have all seen the evidence over and over and either you see it or you don’t. My pointing out the pitfalls will not open anyone’s eyes at this point. I will say that what I am seeing in most Trump supporters is desperation and while I have compassion for their situations,  making a decision out of desperation is never good.

*The purpose of this post is to express my thoughts and feelings, not to convince anyone else as to how they they should cast their vote in the Presidential race.


Crazy Dating Stories or What Was I thinking 😳

I was on a first date with a guy who had license plates that read “Cock 1”. I was very embarrassed to get into his car as well as being nervous as to what kind of person would have that on their license plates, talk about “vanity plates”. I refused to get into his car at the restaurant until there was no one around. He laughed and said, “My last name is Cockrell.” I still wasn’t laughing. After dinner, we went to pick up his boat at a diesel mechanical location. We had argued about leaving his sun roof open because I had bronchitis and he felt that I should not be exposed to the night air. Awwwww… We compromised by leaving it half-way open. He was what we called then “Stylin It” or showing off by having the music turned up on the radio of his Cadillac as we drove by the diesel mechanics working on big rigs. The boat had a cover on it and  as he was looking in the rear view mirror, he said, “There’s a lot of water on the cover, watch what happens when I hit the brakes.” He hit the brakes and there was a loud thud and suddenly it was like a 50 gallon trash can of water hit the back windshield and then…us. We were soaked as was the inside of the car! We jumped out and he had a stricken look on his face as he apologized over and over, then he realized that I was laughing. Its a famous story among his friends and he has always given me credit for having a sense of humor. He invited  me to a weekend camping trip with his friends and I begged off because I was moving from Galveston to Houston (he lived in Houston as well). We continued to date after that but I began to realize that he only asked me out on weekdays. I confronted him about it once and he got defensive and asked me out on a Saturday night. We argued all night so I decided that maybe our going out on the weekend was not such a good idea for some reason. We dated for quite a while until we drifted off. I would run into him from time to time at a club we both frequented and we were friendly. A friend of mine started dating a friend of his and she told me that they had double dated with Wayne and his long-time girlfriend. She said, “They only see each other on weekends.” Mystery solved. They got together on the camping weekend that I was not able to go on.

I went out with a guy who I thought I was in a monogamous relationship with. For Christmas, he took me out to an expensive restaurant and gave me a purple star sapphire necklace with a diamond chip. He said, “I wanted to get you a star sapphire ring ring but I didn’t know your size. You are the only girl I bought a Christmas gift.” I was very touched until my friend told me that she was at a club we frequented and a girl named “Mary” was showing off the star sapphire ring with a couple of diamond chips that this guy had given her for Christmas. What a cad! He went back to college and about a year or so later, came over to the apartment I shared with a roommate. As we were sitting on my couch, he was trying to woo me with bullshit lines. I turned to him and calmly asked, “Was it a matched set?” He was confused by my question and asked what I meant. I said, “The necklace you gave me and the ring you gave Mary, were they a matched set?” Busted! He didn’t stick around after that.

I dated a guy that I met at a club with who was friends with other people that I had made acquaintances with, or I thought they were friends. He seemed like a nice guy and accepted by the others. I started getting obscene phone calls and it took a while for me to realize that he would always call after I received one of those calls and would offer to come over and stay the night to keep me safe. He turned out to be a psycho and when I was talking to his “friends”, one of the guys told me that he thought the guy was the one making the obscene phone calls to me. Why they didn’t tell me, I don’t know. I invited him to have dinner with me and some friends at the country club where I was working. As we were having dinner with my supervisor and another employee and her boyfriend, the meal was being comp’ed. I dressed up as did my co-workers because it was formal dining. I should have picked up on his narcissism when he insulted me for being dressed up by saying that I was trying to be something I wasn’t. Then at dinner, one of the women with us insisted on ordering the wine and he became very morose and insulting. His behavior was really bad toward the woman ordering the wine because as he told me later that she was just showing off. I got the impression that he felt that as a man he should do the ordering . I decided the best thing to do is leave before we even ordered dinner and I was totally humiliated. On the way back to my apartment, he stared flip-flopping back and forth between wanting to be with me and not for the rest of the evening. He would take me to my apartment and before I could get out of the car, drive off and go to his apartment. It was a frightening situation. Honestly, I don’t remember how the night ended but I think I finally got out of the car at my apartment and he left. I think my motivation in continuing to date him after that was because my ex-boyfriend was dating someone else and because we lived in the same complex, our lives were an open book. It only lasted for a short while after that though. The end to the relationship came when a girl I worked with knew this guy and she told me that he wanted me to go to a club where he was along with her. Again, she knew what he was like and never told me. I agreed to go and she drove us there and he drove me home. Little did I know what I was in for! I would like to think that he was just drunk but I truly think he was psycho. We drove on a very winding road called “Memorial Drive” and he was driving in excess of 100 mph. I was so petrified that I was literally screaming and got down in the floorboard so I couldn’t see the road in front of us. He just laughed. When we got off that road, I insisted that he take me straight to my apartment. I got out and told him I never wanted to see him again and that was the last time I saw him. It was obvious to me that he enjoyed my terror and that just wasn’t acceptable. My narcissistic ex-husband did the same thing to me in his corvette when we were dating. He was drunk but that didn’t excuse that he was thoroughly enjoying my terror. He was driving very fast and loose and I was in the floorboard as he laughed.

I must have been attracted to psycho’s because once when I decided to stop being a one-guy girl and just date, I went out with a guy I met at a club. He bragged on the phone about his race car and how he wanted to get a small helicopter. He was a mechanic at the now torn down “Astroworld” in Houston so it seemed he could be making good money not that it mattered. He picked me up in his “race” car and it had no seats! I suppose he was trying to impress me because he knew that I liked car racing but I wasn’t impressed. We went to a nice disco club and he spent the whole time being defensive about the people there. He told me that he bet his shirt (which had seen better days) cost more than any other guy’s shirt in the club. He complained about the snobbishness in the place, of which I saw none. I finally had enough and pulled the old headache routine and had him take me home.

Same time period, I met a guy in a club who called and wanted to come over to my apartment. I agreed and he came armed with a six-pack of beer which he put in my refrigerator. I didn’t drink beer so I had told him he needed to byob. It quickly became obvious that he was there for one reason and I was not interested. I tried to explain to him that I was not a make-out girl. He became irate and said I must be a lesbian. I asked him to leave and he made a big deal out of the fact that he was taking his beer with him. Fine by me. My neighbor whose door faced mine said she was about to call the police upon hearing his rage but he left as she was picking up the phone. Can I ever pick them! That was the end of my dating around!

My brother and sister-in-law were determined to get me married so they have fixed me up with a drug dealer, his uncle, and a guy who they fixed me up with as a date to the Navy Ball just because he wanted to get married. On my own, I met a guy who was a Texas Ranger and asked me to marry him when I met him in a club. Then the next day, he sent me flowers at work with a note saying “I’m serious.” It was kinda creepy because I didn’t remember even telling him where I worked. He explained to me that as a Texas Ranger he could find out just about anything. He turned out to be a nice guy but the only thing we had in common was law enforcement since I had worked for a police department. He made a record album a copy of which he gave to me. Not my genre.

Then there was the actor/real estate agent who was attracted to me because neither of us had ever been married. He was soooo good looking and I thought he had a good personality but when I took him to a family barbecue at my Great-Uncle’s ranch, I found out that he was basically a narcissistic snob. We were living together at the time which happened much too quickly. There was a young man that he met when he slept with the kid’s mother after picking her up at a bar. He said he was like a substitute father to the kid because he was in a bad home. After this guy talked me into getting on the Amway scheme, we went to an Amway convention and this kid went along. The guy only booked one motel room and the kid asked him, “Which one of us are you going to sleep with?” I didn’t sleep all night in fear that he would actually get into bed with this kid. He moved out right before New Year’s Eve and I was stupidly devastated. I have separation anxiety and have had since I was very young. We had tickets to the Willie Nelson New Year’s Eve concert along with my brother and sister-in-law. The guy insisted that we go to the concert even though we were broken up. He was probably just uncomfortable that he would be sitting with my brother and sister-in-law. I was uncomfortable all night even though he acted as if we were still together. I look back now and wonder where my head was because he went to Rio De Janeiro with another woman who he swore he had no interest and was only going because it was a free trip. Another night, I could not reach him all night and he told me that he had been working on his rental house and fell asleep because he was sick. After we broke up, he told me he was moving to Dallas. After he was in Dallas, he called to let me know he had accidentally taken a picture with him that my dad had painted. He said he was with a woman who had the same problem with his narcissism as I did.

I was single a really long time so I could probably go on and on. On the other hand, I have dated some really nice guys. The best was my husband, Danny. Ours is a long story but suffice it to say that I have never felt about any man the way I feel about him. The way I felt about him when we met was so pure and real and the feeling was mutual. We have never had it easy because we both come from dysfunctional childhoods and have made choices that took us down rough roads. We raised his three children together to the best of our ability and now we are slowly finding our way back to who we were when we met and what brought us together. In some ways we are too much alike and in some ways we are opposites so there are mountains and valleys but I know that there is no other man in this world that I want to experience the rest of my life with. He is truly the man of my dreams.😍


What Price Vanity?

Comfort is not a consideration when it comes to high fashion. No one seems to care that spiked heels and pointed toes have been proven to ruin feet over time, these days the higher the better. Although I agree that high heels make a woman’s legs look longer and slimmer and pointed toes are stylish, women weren’t built to stand on our toes or have our toes pressed together for any length of time.

I was curious as to exactly what kind of damage high heels do to a woman’s feet and/or legs so I did a little research and following is what I found:

A group of researchers from Griffith University in Queensland, Australia were dining in a restaurant, they watched a woman who looked quite unstable and uncomfortable stumble past them in heels and they got the idea to do a study on the effect of high heels on the muscle and skeletal level of the leg. For the study, published in the Jan. 12 issue of the Journal of Applied Physiology– Dr. Neil J. Cronin, a postdoctoral researcher at the university’s Musculoskeletal Research Program and his colleagues put 9 “habitual high heel wearers” to the test and studied their walking. These women wore two-inch heels for at least 40 hours a week for a minimum of two years. The daily high heel-wearers walked with shorter and more forceful strides as compared to those who wore high heels for 10 hours a week. The habitual heel wearers were found to constantly have their feet in a flexed, toes-pointed position – so much so, that it became the norm for their foot position. This position – along with the shortened stride – actually caused the women’s calf muscles to shorten, leading them to put more strain on their muscles. Cronin said that when these women slip on more comfortable shoes like sneakers or flip-flops, they face an even greater injury risk since they’re introducing their permanently deformed feet into a different environment. Wearing high heels daily can cause hammer- toes, bunions, dislocated or sprained ankles, fractures, and ligament tears – some of which may require surgery. The bigger the heel the woman wears, the greater the risk. For some women who wear high heels during a night on the town, alcohol impairs balance and coordination making risk even greater for fractures and ligament tears.

Ballet dancers also experience this kind of damage as they spend a lot of time standing or dancing on their toes. Most practice self-treatment prior to seeing a podiatrist. Some self-treatment is as benign as wrapping their feet in tape, or lamb’s wool or stuffing chamois leather and old tights into point shoes. More dangerously, they attack their feet with scissors or razor blades. Dancers will beg their foot doctors not to remove the thick layers of dead skin that has formed as a result of the wounding and healing process their feet go through. The dead skin prevents them from getting too many blisters. For most dancers, blisters, bunions and corns are the norm, the inevitable result of feet compressed into unforgiving pointe shoes (with blocks built up using layer upon layer of hessian triangles, paper and glue) that give the illusion of dancing on tiptoe. With constant wear, the kind of minor ailments that most people would find merely irritating become self-perpetuating agonies. Corns develop sinuses and become ulcers; nails thicken and grow hard skin underneath; and dancers, compensating for one kind of pain, risk putting undue stress elsewhere, causing new injuries. While podiatrists can provide some relief and treat infections with antibiotics, even their work has its limits. Ballet is extremely competitive so there is always pressure on the dancer to get parts, to guard their places in the companies so they push themselves too far.

I have read about how women in China would break their daughter’s feet and bind them tightly with cloth. When the daughters were young, the bones were soft so the mothers could break their toes more easily and would bind them underneath the sole of the foot with bandages. In the early stages the feet would be rebound daily tighter and tighter and would become swollen and filled with pus and would frequently break open. Rebinding became a regular part of a girl’s hygiene as she soaked her feet in scented water to prevent strong odor and infection. Some would make it a regular practice to soak their feet in urine to make their feet supple, relieve swelling and prevent expansion of the compressed areas. Bound feet were a status symbol, the only way for a woman to marry into money. The smaller her feet the more desirable she was to prospective husbands. The walk was practiced for many hours a day to achieve perfection. I once heard the gait of a woman whose feet had been bound described as rocking side to side as smooth as a lotus flower swaying in the wind. In fact the revered lotus flower was the desired shape of bound feet and called “Golden Lotus”. However, bound feet restricted movement so that it was physically impossible for these women to travel very far from home and it was impossible for them to run without damaging their feet. Yet even after foot binding was outlawed, women continued to do it in secret.

What do the ballet dancer and Chinese woman with bound feet have in common with the fashion forward woman? Vanity.