Just on the news: an intoxicated woman stumbled and fell onto the subway tracks.
Other passengers on the platform waved frantically and caught the attention of the operator of the oncoming train, who managed to stop the train in time.
Lesson: STOP DRINKING YOU DUMB LUSH!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
People are just plain crazy!
So early Sunday morning, a couple who were on their way to their car had the unfortunate occurance of a car barreling down on them. The man, in a selfless act of love, pushed the woman out of the way, but was struck and killed.
The driver, a 28 year old woman, was drunk. She pleaded with the judge today for mercy, to let her out on bail because she needs to find an attorney, and she has 4 kids.
Bitch, you should have thought of those kids before you got yourself drunk!
When you have kids, your first thought should be of THEM, not for YOU to go out and have a good time.
stupid bitch.
The driver, a 28 year old woman, was drunk. She pleaded with the judge today for mercy, to let her out on bail because she needs to find an attorney, and she has 4 kids.
Bitch, you should have thought of those kids before you got yourself drunk!
When you have kids, your first thought should be of THEM, not for YOU to go out and have a good time.
stupid bitch.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Just who the hell am I, you may ask.
I am Ruth Sippel Pace. There is nothing simple and plain about me. I am very complicated. I am interested in many things, from art to music, dance, reading, writing, science, science fiction, fantasy, poetry, nature, gardening, home renovating, interior decorating, politics, outer space, and inner space. I am the head of a local Star Trek fan group, the USS Ari, and publish a bi-monthly newsletter for our club. I am a Neo-Pagan and Wiccan, and study the many different aspects of my new religion. These include crystals, herbalism, natural healing, Astrology, Tarot, Astral Projection and other topics. I have been studying the occult and metaphysics from the age of 14.
I am a complex person. I love the beauty of nature. I can be at peace in the moonlight, and still enjoy the majesty of a thunderstorm. I am quick to anger, but knowing this, I keep a lot to myself. I always try to give the benefit of the doubt to someone who has "stepped on my toes." So I sit back and analyze the situation. If the behavior is repeated, I will still give that person a chance. But if I see that I am being made a fool of, or taken advantage of, I assert myself. 9 times out of 10, the person backs off. But if they don't and they continue to step on my toes, or start trouble with me: Watch Out! Since I am a peaceful person, I will not start trouble. But if someone starts with me, I will finish it. Abusive people tend to think my peaceful nature is a sign of weakness. Not so.
My astrological sign is Leo, so that makes me a lioness, one of the most ferocious on the planet. I will fight tooth and claw (figuratively, and if necessary, literally) to protect me and mine.
I am a cat person. I love all felines. But I have, on occasion, had canine friends. In the 1990's, one of my furbabies, was a beautiful and affectionate Siberian Husky, who watched over me and my husband, our home, and our feline babies.
Since 1972, I have been employed with a major metropolitan general hospital as a nurse's aide. During my years there, I have worked on just about every nursing unit and service, including 4 years in the Medical Intestive Care Unit, 2 years in the Respiratory Care Unit, 5 years in the Hospice Unit, 5 years on the GYN unit and since the year 2000, I have worked in the Renal (kidney) Transplant unit. I did train as a labor union steward, but declined the job. But my experience in that makes me sought out by many of my colleagues (registerd nurses included) for help and advice in union matters, union contract intrepretations, and help in hospital policy and procedure matters.
I have always had great empathy and compassion for my patients. I have held the hands of those who were approaching death, and have prayed out loud, as they took their last breath. I have comforted the families of the dying patients as well. In my current position on the transplant unit, I have rejoiced with my patients when a suitable matching organ is found and have been saddened when a much anticpated organ proves to be not viable.
In 1985, I suffered a miscarriage, after several years of trying to concieve. I was devasted. But after some counseling, I accepted my loss and got on with my life. While I was on the GYN unit, I encountered mothers who lost their little ones through miscarriage. I comforted them as only another woman who lost her child could. I held them as they cried, and tried to ease their pain, if only a little bit. I will never forget the look of gratitude in their eyes, as if they were saying, "She understands." And I did. For just as I can never understand the pains and joys of childbirth, anyone who has never suffered the loss of a baby, can not understand the pain of that loss.
I am a former professional Middle East "belly" dancer, having studied under Nadia Gamal and Ya Shara, and attended workshops given by Dahlena, the late Ibrahim "Bobby" Farrah, The Sultans, and others. I served on the board of directors of The Beledi Club, an organization of Middle East dancers, and helped organize and performed in our annual Fashion and Dance Shows, and our annual Dinner Dance Shows. I was a member of Troupe Arabesque, a Middle Eastern dance troup that specialized in folkloric dances, as well as the "traditional" popular belly dance. As most of our costumes were handmade, I learned how to do this as well.
Some of the venues that I have danced at, both solo and with Troupe Arabesque, were at the Buffalo Ethnic Heritage Festival; The Friendship Festival (celebrating the friendship between Buffalo and her Canadian sister-city, Fort Erie, Ontario); First Night Buffalo, an annual New Years Eve Family Festival); The Festival of Lights (a three week festival of activities celebrating the December Holiday Season, held in Niagara Falls, NY).I, and Troupe Arabesque have also put on shows for patients at various nursing homes, retirement homes and our local Veteran's Administration Hospital. We even put on a show for a Girl Scout troop mother-daughter event, where they requested "no skin." (Alluding to the most popular and famous "belly dance" outfit). We complied with their request, wearing full folkloric costumes and everyone was delighted and pleased with our performance.
One retirement home's residents and staff were so impressed with our show, that in the spring of 2009, I happened to work with a nurse who worked there. He was doing some moonlighting at our hospital. He said he wasn't working there when we performed there (1988), but he heard about it. Twenty-one years later, and Troupe Arabesque is still getting good reviews
I am a complex person. I love the beauty of nature. I can be at peace in the moonlight, and still enjoy the majesty of a thunderstorm. I am quick to anger, but knowing this, I keep a lot to myself. I always try to give the benefit of the doubt to someone who has "stepped on my toes." So I sit back and analyze the situation. If the behavior is repeated, I will still give that person a chance. But if I see that I am being made a fool of, or taken advantage of, I assert myself. 9 times out of 10, the person backs off. But if they don't and they continue to step on my toes, or start trouble with me: Watch Out! Since I am a peaceful person, I will not start trouble. But if someone starts with me, I will finish it. Abusive people tend to think my peaceful nature is a sign of weakness. Not so.
My astrological sign is Leo, so that makes me a lioness, one of the most ferocious on the planet. I will fight tooth and claw (figuratively, and if necessary, literally) to protect me and mine.
I am a cat person. I love all felines. But I have, on occasion, had canine friends. In the 1990's, one of my furbabies, was a beautiful and affectionate Siberian Husky, who watched over me and my husband, our home, and our feline babies.
Since 1972, I have been employed with a major metropolitan general hospital as a nurse's aide. During my years there, I have worked on just about every nursing unit and service, including 4 years in the Medical Intestive Care Unit, 2 years in the Respiratory Care Unit, 5 years in the Hospice Unit, 5 years on the GYN unit and since the year 2000, I have worked in the Renal (kidney) Transplant unit. I did train as a labor union steward, but declined the job. But my experience in that makes me sought out by many of my colleagues (registerd nurses included) for help and advice in union matters, union contract intrepretations, and help in hospital policy and procedure matters.
I have always had great empathy and compassion for my patients. I have held the hands of those who were approaching death, and have prayed out loud, as they took their last breath. I have comforted the families of the dying patients as well. In my current position on the transplant unit, I have rejoiced with my patients when a suitable matching organ is found and have been saddened when a much anticpated organ proves to be not viable.
In 1985, I suffered a miscarriage, after several years of trying to concieve. I was devasted. But after some counseling, I accepted my loss and got on with my life. While I was on the GYN unit, I encountered mothers who lost their little ones through miscarriage. I comforted them as only another woman who lost her child could. I held them as they cried, and tried to ease their pain, if only a little bit. I will never forget the look of gratitude in their eyes, as if they were saying, "She understands." And I did. For just as I can never understand the pains and joys of childbirth, anyone who has never suffered the loss of a baby, can not understand the pain of that loss.
I am a former professional Middle East "belly" dancer, having studied under Nadia Gamal and Ya Shara, and attended workshops given by Dahlena, the late Ibrahim "Bobby" Farrah, The Sultans, and others. I served on the board of directors of The Beledi Club, an organization of Middle East dancers, and helped organize and performed in our annual Fashion and Dance Shows, and our annual Dinner Dance Shows. I was a member of Troupe Arabesque, a Middle Eastern dance troup that specialized in folkloric dances, as well as the "traditional" popular belly dance. As most of our costumes were handmade, I learned how to do this as well.
Some of the venues that I have danced at, both solo and with Troupe Arabesque, were at the Buffalo Ethnic Heritage Festival; The Friendship Festival (celebrating the friendship between Buffalo and her Canadian sister-city, Fort Erie, Ontario); First Night Buffalo, an annual New Years Eve Family Festival); The Festival of Lights (a three week festival of activities celebrating the December Holiday Season, held in Niagara Falls, NY).I, and Troupe Arabesque have also put on shows for patients at various nursing homes, retirement homes and our local Veteran's Administration Hospital. We even put on a show for a Girl Scout troop mother-daughter event, where they requested "no skin." (Alluding to the most popular and famous "belly dance" outfit). We complied with their request, wearing full folkloric costumes and everyone was delighted and pleased with our performance.
One retirement home's residents and staff were so impressed with our show, that in the spring of 2009, I happened to work with a nurse who worked there. He was doing some moonlighting at our hospital. He said he wasn't working there when we performed there (1988), but he heard about it. Twenty-one years later, and Troupe Arabesque is still getting good reviews
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Dealing with people you dislike
This was my response to a topic on a forum I belong to - Earth Based Spirituality
It certainly is a challenge to deal with rude and abusive persons, be they customers (in my case, patients), or co-workers. Or even a rude neighbor. I have always followed the "3 strikes" rule. If somebody crabs at me the first time, I give them the benefit of the doubt. We are all human, and we have all gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. If it happens a second time, I still don't say anything, but I do watch them. If it happens a third time, and if it is appropriate, I will speak up (positve assertiveness) and ask if there is something I have done to make them speak to me so rudely. 9 times out of 10, the person backs off, and we continue peacefully. But there will always be that last person who is an a-hole. And depending on the circumstances, I deal with them as little as possible. I don't respond to their negativity, I ask them to stop, and then I just walk away. I may say hello to them as our shift begins, but I don't really interact with them.I follow that line from Desiderata: "Avoid loud and aggresive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit."
If the person is a co-worker and steps over the line, I may choose to pursue a hostile work environment complaint with my manager and/or human resources.I may choose not to let their negativity affect me, but I won't tolerate continued rudeness, especially after I asked them to stop.Rude neighbors are a difficult bunch. In the inner city, where I live, asking them to stop a certain behavior (loud noise, trespassing, etc) can lead to them going out their way to step it up, just to annoy you. There are a lot of a-holes out there.
It certainly is a challenge to deal with rude and abusive persons, be they customers (in my case, patients), or co-workers. Or even a rude neighbor. I have always followed the "3 strikes" rule. If somebody crabs at me the first time, I give them the benefit of the doubt. We are all human, and we have all gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. If it happens a second time, I still don't say anything, but I do watch them. If it happens a third time, and if it is appropriate, I will speak up (positve assertiveness) and ask if there is something I have done to make them speak to me so rudely. 9 times out of 10, the person backs off, and we continue peacefully. But there will always be that last person who is an a-hole. And depending on the circumstances, I deal with them as little as possible. I don't respond to their negativity, I ask them to stop, and then I just walk away. I may say hello to them as our shift begins, but I don't really interact with them.I follow that line from Desiderata: "Avoid loud and aggresive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit."
If the person is a co-worker and steps over the line, I may choose to pursue a hostile work environment complaint with my manager and/or human resources.I may choose not to let their negativity affect me, but I won't tolerate continued rudeness, especially after I asked them to stop.Rude neighbors are a difficult bunch. In the inner city, where I live, asking them to stop a certain behavior (loud noise, trespassing, etc) can lead to them going out their way to step it up, just to annoy you. There are a lot of a-holes out there.
Friday, October 2, 2009
forced H1N1 vaccination
Letter to Editor, Buffalo News
October 2, 2009
Dear Editor,
State Health Commissioner Richard F. Daines is forcing all hospital workers in NYS to get a woefully inadequately tested H1N1 (swine) flu vaccine by December 1, 2009, or they will be fired from their job!Patients have a bill of rights, One of them is to refuse medical treatment.Health care workers don't have rights. We are being forced to have a foreign substance injected into our bodies.Is this America, the land of freedoms? Not lately. This mandate smacks of Communist Russia.
It is my body, not New York State or Commissioner Daines. I decide what I put into it. I am a 37 year employee of Buffalo General Hospital and am in excellant health. I take steps to keep it that way. I also pay a mortgage and am the major breadwinner in my house. Both my husband and I are seniors. To be forced to choose between my body and my long time career is reprehensible. Comm. Daines should be ashamed of himself.
Ruth B. Pace
October 2, 2009
Dear Editor,
State Health Commissioner Richard F. Daines is forcing all hospital workers in NYS to get a woefully inadequately tested H1N1 (swine) flu vaccine by December 1, 2009, or they will be fired from their job!Patients have a bill of rights, One of them is to refuse medical treatment.Health care workers don't have rights. We are being forced to have a foreign substance injected into our bodies.Is this America, the land of freedoms? Not lately. This mandate smacks of Communist Russia.
It is my body, not New York State or Commissioner Daines. I decide what I put into it. I am a 37 year employee of Buffalo General Hospital and am in excellant health. I take steps to keep it that way. I also pay a mortgage and am the major breadwinner in my house. Both my husband and I are seniors. To be forced to choose between my body and my long time career is reprehensible. Comm. Daines should be ashamed of himself.
Ruth B. Pace
Friday, July 17, 2009
lying thieving Catholic priest steals more than 213 thousand dollars
Okay, I’m PISSED!
Yesterday, I was watching the news and this interesting item came up. A Catholic priest, Norman Sullivan, was given PROBATION for stealing more than $213,000 from the church collections. That’s right, I said 213 THOUSAND dollars, and the son of a bitch got only probation! He should have gotten jail time.
Apparently, he insisted on counting the collections himself and stole the money between 2000 and 2008 from Most Holy Redeemer Church. He also stole around 1600 from a charitable game. I used to play Bingo at this church hall. I wonder how much money he stole from the Bingo kitty.
He used the money to fix up his house in Colden, New York, and properties he owned in Florida and the Virgin Islands.
So here again we see the HYPOCRISY of the Catholic Church. They preach that their priests are supposed to take a vow of poverty. But this guy owns property in Florida and the Virgin Islands?
This is not the first Catholic priest that I know of that owns houses. How do they get to have houses? Are they earning wages as priests? Enough to buy property in the rich suburbs and other places?
Yet the Catholic Diocese has the nerve to plaster billboards with a sad-looking elderly nun and play the guilt trip on people.
“Remember how she taught you? Now she needs your help. Give to the Catholic Sisters’ Retirement Fund.”
Oh, how typical of the misogynistic Roman Catholic Church. The male priests own property, but the females have to depend on charity.
The other priest I mentioned who owned a house, owned a house in East Aurora, another swanky suburb of Buffalo. He co-owned it with his partner. And they were both gay! I got nothing against gays, but come on! Doesn’t’ the Catholic Church preach against homosexuality? And to top it off, this particular priest turned out to be a child molester.
When the news of that first hit, back in 1988 or 89, I thought, “What? Father John couldn’t possibly harm a child. He was head of the Catholics in the West Seneca Development Center – for mentally challenged people. He loved kids. My cousin and I worked as volunteer religion teachers in the early 70’s under Fr. John. We couldn’t believe that he was a child predator. But the following week, he came on TV and admitted it. We were sick!
So now here we come to why I most pissed off --- these same hypocritical goody-goody two shoes Catholics, who condemn Wiccans and Pagans as immoral Satanists, need to look at themselves and take care of their own evil souls and leave mine alone.
I’m ready for the next time some Christian ninny comes and calls me immoral and a Satanist because I’m a Wiccan and a follower of The Goddess.
I am soooo glad I left that woman-hating religion and answered my true calling.
I’m Pagan and Proud of it. I’m Wiccan and Proud of it. I’m a Witch and Proud of it.
Yesterday, I was watching the news and this interesting item came up. A Catholic priest, Norman Sullivan, was given PROBATION for stealing more than $213,000 from the church collections. That’s right, I said 213 THOUSAND dollars, and the son of a bitch got only probation! He should have gotten jail time.
Apparently, he insisted on counting the collections himself and stole the money between 2000 and 2008 from Most Holy Redeemer Church. He also stole around 1600 from a charitable game. I used to play Bingo at this church hall. I wonder how much money he stole from the Bingo kitty.
He used the money to fix up his house in Colden, New York, and properties he owned in Florida and the Virgin Islands.
So here again we see the HYPOCRISY of the Catholic Church. They preach that their priests are supposed to take a vow of poverty. But this guy owns property in Florida and the Virgin Islands?
This is not the first Catholic priest that I know of that owns houses. How do they get to have houses? Are they earning wages as priests? Enough to buy property in the rich suburbs and other places?
Yet the Catholic Diocese has the nerve to plaster billboards with a sad-looking elderly nun and play the guilt trip on people.
“Remember how she taught you? Now she needs your help. Give to the Catholic Sisters’ Retirement Fund.”
Oh, how typical of the misogynistic Roman Catholic Church. The male priests own property, but the females have to depend on charity.
The other priest I mentioned who owned a house, owned a house in East Aurora, another swanky suburb of Buffalo. He co-owned it with his partner. And they were both gay! I got nothing against gays, but come on! Doesn’t’ the Catholic Church preach against homosexuality? And to top it off, this particular priest turned out to be a child molester.
When the news of that first hit, back in 1988 or 89, I thought, “What? Father John couldn’t possibly harm a child. He was head of the Catholics in the West Seneca Development Center – for mentally challenged people. He loved kids. My cousin and I worked as volunteer religion teachers in the early 70’s under Fr. John. We couldn’t believe that he was a child predator. But the following week, he came on TV and admitted it. We were sick!
So now here we come to why I most pissed off --- these same hypocritical goody-goody two shoes Catholics, who condemn Wiccans and Pagans as immoral Satanists, need to look at themselves and take care of their own evil souls and leave mine alone.
I’m ready for the next time some Christian ninny comes and calls me immoral and a Satanist because I’m a Wiccan and a follower of The Goddess.
I am soooo glad I left that woman-hating religion and answered my true calling.
I’m Pagan and Proud of it. I’m Wiccan and Proud of it. I’m a Witch and Proud of it.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Star Trek colognes
Star Trek Scentssubmitted by First Officer Ruth Pace
From The Buffalo News, Sunday, March 29, 2009, by Susan Martin
Star Trek Scents
The world of fragrance is about to boldly go where few have ventured before: the Trekosphere, reports the Chicago Tribune. Maryland-based Genki Wear will release three Star Trek-themed scents April 24—two for men, one for women (about $30 retail). It’s all tied into the May 8 release of J. J. Abrams’ new Star Trek film, chronicling the beginnings of Capt. James T. Kirk and the USS Enterprise. The scents: • “Tiberius” is based on Kirk’s character and carries the tag line “Boldly go.” It is described as “warm vanilla, white musk and sandalwood” base. • “Red Shirt”—with its leather and gray musk aroma—has the tag line, “Because tomorrow may never come.” • And for women, there’s the “Pon Farr” perfume, which refers to the Vulcan mating ritual…and that’s all we’re going to say about that.
First Officer’s Pace’s comments: I read the above article to Crewman John Pace. He is not interested in the scents, as he is not a cologne man. He just dabs a little “Old Spice” on. On rare occasions he will use “Aramis”. I think “Tiberius” will suit him. And I’m not about to buy something called “Red Shirt.” That’s just asking for trouble. I’m looking forward to the “Pon-Farr” scent for me. Mr. Spock, watch out!
It’s interesting that the illustration on the “Tiberius” bottle is the sword through Earth emblem of the Mirror Universe Federation. Boldly go, mmmm? The bottle for “Red Shirt” has a delta shield on it, with what looks like an engineering and ship’s services emblem.
Speaking of Mr. Spock, the article in the Buffalo News was accompanied by a small picture of Leonard Nimoy as Spock from Star Trek The Motion Picture with the caption Dr. Spock. Come on people! It’s been more than 40 years and you still can’t get it right? It’s MISTER Spock, not DOCTOR Spock. Geez! And you call yourselves journalists?
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