June 3, 2014
Another step in the effort to help Rara! If you can help, please do!
Originally posted on RawrLove:
Love Rara? Want to help her cause? Got time to help out?
- Posting new auction items to eBay
- Monitoring open auctions, contacting winners with shipping/payment instructions
- Coordinating with donors to ensure the winning items are shipped in a timely manner
- Keeping the rest of the QueenRawr team apprised of updates, news, issues, etc..
- Plus, other duties as assigned because that goes into every job advertisement.
Required qualifications include but may not be limited to:
- A commitment to the time and energy to help develop and carry this project forward.
- Detail oriented, with the ability to exhibit patience and appropriate humor in answering questions.
- Must be able to independently and accurately update site information
- Maintain confidentiality of data
- And most importantly, love Rara and Grayson.
- Must also be willing to commit to an informal interview. We do…
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June 2, 2014
As you can see from my title, I am trying to get out of my writing slump (comprised of chemical changes in my body as numerous doctors try to figure out what is wrong with me – I bet a few of you could answer the question, couldn’t you?) So I am going to try writing from prompts & today’s prompt is:
In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.
Now, looking at my title, I’m going to have to agree with most of you reading this, Saint Benzeknees is quite a mouthful, so I think we should shorten it to Saint Benze. Benze is the affectionate (at least I hope it’s affectionate!) name given to me by my longtime followers. Saint Benze does kind of roll off the tongue, doesn’t it? (I saw you laughing over there!)
Sooooooo, now we’ve settled on the name, what should I be a Saint of? Maybe you can help me choose:
- I love chocolate, so maybe the Patron Saint of Chocolate? I guess I would have to do some studying up on chocolate though because I’m not exactly a connoisseur – just a chocoholic!
- Patience – what about the Saint of Patience? After all, I had a hand in raising over 7 teenagers to adulthood, so who could be more patient than me, right? Mind you, I did have some help & there is that whole Mother Theresa thing . . .
- Women’s Rights? I never did burn my bra, but I supported those who did (get your minds out of the gutters!)
- Gun Control? Really? Who has enough time & money to go against the NRA? But I sure would like to give it a try! Maybe if I was 30 years younger . . .
- Friendship? I think that would be my deepest wish – to know I was a good friend to those who needed me.
Well, it would seem I’m not knowledgeable or powerful enough to become the saint of anything – but I’m willing to do the research on chocolate!
May 29, 2014
Please, if you can help, it would be so great to get Rara out on bail while she is going through this legal ordeal!
Originally posted on rarasaur:
I’ve been putting off this post for a few days now; trying to figure the right words to use.
I know there have been rumblings for the need to take direct action in Rara’s defence. And the news I have will only fan the flames. But in the interest of full disclosure I’ll tell you, if you promise to read till the end.
As you might know Rara had a court date on the 23rd. She asked me not to go. After speaking to her public defender, she learned that the lawyer didn’t consider the case a priority and that she hadn’t even looked at it. Thus she would be asking for an extension. There is a new court date set for mid-June. She also learned that the way the charges were arrange, under a California law, it prevents her from settling and gives her a minimum of 3 years…
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May 27, 2014
This is a true account recorded in the Police Log of Sarasota, Florida:
An elderly Florida lady did her shopping and, upon returning to her car, found four males in the act of leaving with her vehicle. She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at the top of her lungs, “I have a gun, and I know how to use it! GET OUT OF THE CAR!”
The four men didn’t wait for a second threat. They got out and ran like mad.
The lady, somewhat shaken, then proceeded to load her shopping bags into the back of the car and got into the driver’s seat. She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition. She tried and tried, and then she realized why. It was for the same reason she had wondered why there was a football, a Frisbee, and two 12-packs of beer in the front seat.
A few minutes later, she found her own car parked four or five spaces farther down. She loaded her bags into the car and drove to the police station to report her mistake. The sergeant to whom she told the story couldn’t stop laughing. He pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pale men were reporting a car jacking by a mad, elderly woman described as white, less than five feet tall, glasses, curly white hair, and carrying a large handgun.
No charges were filed.
Moral of the story?
If you’re going to have a senior moment…make it memorable!
Remember who’s on first? You’ll enjoy this!