Thursday, November 29, 2012

Shawn Campbell's "Journey to Justice" Interview, Pt. 1



(**Previously published 5/9/11**)


As I have mentioned in my previous post, my son, Shawn Campbell, is struggling to find justice in a case that some have called a 'slam dunk'.  He was railroaded into pleading guilty for a crime he did not commit, and has proof that the county District Attorney's office had been forewarned of a 'murder to hire plot' that was going around Wende Correctional Facility at in weeks prior to Rhonda Bilby's murder.

He is back in court today, and I will have the details as they become available to me.  As well, I will post each section of the interview as they are aired.

                            

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Punology‏ (Humor)



Definition: Pun: a joke exploiting the different possible meanings of a word or the fact that there are words which sound alike but have different meanings.

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I changed my iPod name to Titanic. It's syncing now.


Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.


A soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.


I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.


How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.


I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.


This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I'd never met herbivore.


I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I can't put it down.


I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.


A dyslexic man walks into a bra.


Why were the Indians here first? They had reservations.


I didn't like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.


How do you make holy water? Boil the hell out of it!


Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn't control her pupils?


When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.


What does a clock do when it's hungry? It goes back four seconds.


wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me!

Broken pencils are pointless.

I tried to catch some fog. I mist.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool .


I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.


I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.


I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.


Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.


Velcro: what a rip off!


Cartoonist found dead in home. Details are sketchy.


Venison for dinner? Oh, deer!


I used to think I was indecisive, but now I'm not so sure.


Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love, and got married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, "I'll serve you, but don't start anything."


A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says, "A beer please, and one for the road."


Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?"


"Doc, I can't stop singing 'The Green, Green Grass of Home.'" "That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome." "Is it common?" "Well, It's Not Unusual."


Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, "I was artificially inseminated this morning." "I don't believe you," says Dolly. "It's true; no bull!" exclaims Daisy.


An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either.


Deja Moo: the feeling that you've heard this bull before.


I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn't find any.


I went to a seafood disco last week...and pulled a mussel.


What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.


Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says "Dam!".


Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. 
Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.

A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. "But why?" they asked, as they moved off. "Because", he said, "I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."





Tuesday, November 20, 2012

My love/hate affair with the holidays

© Debra Myers

How do I begin to tell you how I am feeling these days...which has now turned into at least two weeks? Shall I define it in single words?  

Depression. Anxiety. Love/hate. Sadness. Withdrawal. Pain. Loneliness. 

This is nothing new for me. I have been dealing with seasonal depression for as along as I have been an adult, and it's always worse with the holidays coming up: Thanksgiving and Christmas. Why?

I wish I could definitively tell you.

For me...I think all the traumatic incidences that have happened in my life coalesce at this time of year for some unknown reason. It all comes back to me in waves...some days it's my past that plays battle in my mind, other days it's whatever has happened in the last eight years, as far as my children go. 

There is moments of overwhelming sadness...of things lost...my innocence, my youth, my mom, my sense of family. And right now, I think that it's the sense of family...meaning that of my children not being loving with each other, that has me the most sad. I know why it's like this...I had hoped that it never would reach this point though.

I do love the holidays, but I hate the depression that arrives with them. It doesn't help that the season has become so bleak-looking outdoors, and is mostly always overcast. The weather/seasons do play a HUGE part in my depression states, believe it or not.

I always, always want to 'do' more for my kids and grand-kids for Christmas, and that eats at me too...that I can't. Living on a fixed income sucks...even though I have no other choice. I do the best I can...but tell that to a brain that won't absorb that thought permanently. 

But, for now, I will go...my mind is getting mushy with all these thoughts. 

Oh--the reason for the photo up top? That's how I feel these days...like an old, beat-up classic. 

I'll be okay...honest!  More to come soon!

Thanks for reading!

                                   

                                   




Saturday, November 3, 2012

The cruelty of kids



Halloween, in theory, is supposed to be 'fun' for children...and I know that as a child, it was for me. Times have changed though. Halloween is no longer the safe, carefree night of the year for children, it's now one where dangers lurk...and children can be cruel.

My 12 year old niece, who loves this holiday, so looked forward to going out with friends trick or treating. Days before, she and a few friends, made plans to meet at a specific place at 6 p.m. and from there, walk through our little town.

She had decided early-on in November that she wanted to be a dead bride...and so we spent the time to acquire a dress, and all the things we would need to make her look somewhat real. We 'shredded' the dress, made a veil out of an old slip, which I then hand sewed to a headband. We bought the fake makeup, complete with 'blood' (fake, of course) and proceeded to splatter it all over the items...even the little bunch of flowers she would carry.

On her own, she put her makeup on...and then we got her dressed. All good. At 5:50, we got in the car and I drove her to the place she and her friends (and a mom) were to meet. There we waited, as we were a few minutes early.

6:00 came. And went. 

6:10...still no one. 

6:15 we decided to drive to an old store just in case the information was mixed-up. No one was there. 

6:20. She attempts to call the friend, it goes to voicemail. She starts crying and doesn't know what to do, and I had a bad headache coming on from hunger.

I called her dad...he said go ahead and take her around, but she wanted me to walk with her, and I knew that I couldn't physically (I am disabled), nor was I dressed to do so. (I expected to just drop her off and then go home.) She cries and carries on...so I got upset and came home to grab my cigs (yeah--I know, bad habit!) and while here, her dad decided to take her out  so that I could fix supper and eat.

She walked around by herself for a little bit, then fell in with some other friends that also had been stood-up...so from that point on, she was okay. She came home with a modest amount of candy for an hour's worth of trick or treating, but it's all she needed. She was happy.

The point in telling this story is to vent a little. I don't understand the cruelty of kids...and she seems to be getting a lot of misuse by her so-called 'friends'. When she went to school the next morning, she confronted the friend that had stood everyone up, and the excuse was that the friend's sister had been on the computer so they didn't make it to our town till sometime later. Lame.

So why didn't she call my niece and let her know? Where is the common courtesy there? These kids are 12-13 years old (going on 20, I swear!) and if it had been anything else, OMG--they'd been on the phone in a heartbeat!  

I realize that bullying and kids being cruel to each other has been going on for hundreds of years, but in the last few decades, it's ramped-up to where it's as common as breathing, and these kids have no conscience about each other's feelings or about what they do wrong.

Why? Why? Why? 

I don't understand. What is happening to our kids?

Thanks for reading...