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kambriel 's journal. If anyone can help out, please do.Thank you from the bottom of our hearts to all of you who extended your thoughts, condolences, and prayers at the unimaginable loss of our precious niece. I'm sorry I haven't been able to respond to each of you individually, there has just been a lot to process emotionally.
C & I need to fly out for Isabella's funeral this week. To compound the tragedy, it looks like the funeral may end up falling on Isabella's mother's (C's sister's) birthday... I just can't imagine what she must be feeling right now, but all I can think of to do is for us to be ~there~ for her.
To help possibly cover some of the costs of this very unexpected trip, I wanted to offer a few things.
One is the Isabella Coatdress
, for obvious reasons...It is offered in either moire bengaline:
http://www.kambriel.com/ladypotion.h
Or a black on black striped version:
http://www.kambriel.com/stripedisab
If anyone would like to have an Isabella Coatdress made, I will offer it in either fabric, for only $150 (a discount of $50 off the normal price). If XL/XS custom sizing is necessary, the price would be $165 ~ and just be sure to include your measurements with the order. Shipping is $8 in the US, $24 international. This offer is available throughout today and tomorrow (May 25-26, 2009). When ordering ~ either through my website's online order form
, or through PayPal (the payment address to use is: info @ kambriel dot com), just put the discounted price down rather than the regular one. Also, I have many One of a Kind
items ~ those on the website, as well as many which haven't yet made it to the website. There's a lot to take care of here today and tomorrow before we leave, so I don't have time to make a post with pictures of all the different items and prices, but if any of you would like to get a "Surprise Box" (feel free to let me know in the comments section of the order form if there's something particular you'd like me to consider when putting it together for you), I will do that. Again, you can simply send the total through the online order form, or PayPal, and I can promise you you'll be getting back ~at least~ as much, but most likely more in return, than you send in. If you'd like to do this, just use "Surprise Box!" as the item name. Any total is fine for this, but please make sure it includes enough to cover any postage/paypal fees. Surprise Boxes will be assembled and shipped after we get back next week.
Isabella Coatdresses will begin being made after our return as well.
Those are the best ideas I can come up with right now ~ thanks in advance to anyone who would like to help out with this!
~ Kambriel
1 lb carrots
1 medium potato (I used 2 tiny sweet potatoes)
1 onion (I had a red one in the fridge)
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 teaspoon dried parsley
3 cups vegetable stock (I used 3 cups water)
juice of 1 orange (I used a bit of Simply Orange juice because I didn't have a fresh orange on hand)
salt and pepper
chopped scallion for garnish (I left this off)
Peel and slice carrots into thin rounds. Peel and dice potato. Peel and chop onion coarsely. Heat oil in large saucepan, add vegetables and the parsley and cook over medium heat for 5 minutes, stirring, without letting the vegetables brown. Add the stock (or broth or water), heat to boiling, cover, lower heat and simmer for 30 minutes or until the vegetables are tender. Allow to cool a little and use a food processor or blender to liquefy the soup. Add the orange juice and salt and pepper to taste. Heat to serving temperature and serve (garnished with chopped scallion). Serves 4.
Do kids who wear Che shirts even know who Ernesto "Che" Guevara is or anything about him? Just wondering if they even bother to wonder about who they are wearing or if it's just popular like wearing a Twilight shirt or something? I wonder if they even know that he was a real person?
On a board that I have been on forever, an interesting question came up. Have you ever thought about what you would like your funeral to be like? I, for one, have. Beware:
I want whatever they can use taken out of me. I want to be cremated. I want a slide show of all of the dorkiest pictures anyone can find of me, including my psuedo mullet of grammar school and my big 80s hair. I want a 24 boob tassel twirl, everyone to dress in their craziest, most colorful, sparkliest, shiny pvc, latex, whatever, attire. Girls in drag queen makeup, guys too. I want the cheesiest songs that I love played like Xanadu and Mr. Roboto and Flash Gordon's theme song because I will randomly break out in song to those in public and strike a hero pose. I want cupcakes stacked as far as one can see, cocktails and pigs in a blanket, real & veggie versions. I want hula hoops spinning.
Basically, I want a three ring circus of fun and everyone to enjoy all of the things that I enjoyed in life.
I have been really happy the past couple of days. I think it is due to releasing a ton, realizing that I can say no and actually not caring to look for others' approval. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Worry has not plagued me either over these past few days. I have come to a big realization of what is important to me and what really is mediocre. I cannot make everyone around me happy. I can only control certain aspects of my existence, and my own happiness is one of those aspects. I have the control to take myself out of situation that causes me anguish, resentment or worry. Little irritations will not be allowed to irk me. Other peoples' hangups will not become my own. I am not religious, but I do believe that you reap what you sow. I will be sowing many seeds of patience, joy, calmness and good. That is all I can do.
I am in a mood and am now going to make some bread pudding out of some stale bread, almonds and raisins. I was going to make a king cake, but I want to use some items that are soon to go bad for a decadent dessert!
This dress was on clearance, and I had to have it. Check out the back!
I have been missing dressing in this manner. I need a little spice in my wardrobe. Don't be surprised if you see me walking around in it. Mmmmm, squeaky.
and there are some things on
kambriel 's site that I have had a hankering for. I am just trying to save up a little extra moulah to buy. Pretty, pretty, pretty.... I feel a splurging coming on in the next couple of weeks!- Mood:
busy
My aunt sent me a package that had a King Cake!! YaaY!! I have been planning on trying to make one soon. My mom and aunt had sent me the recipes from the Times Picayune and Haydel's Mardi Gras magazine. She just curbed my craving though! Even though yesterday, Sam and I picked up some mini Valentine cupcakes. Little cute bite-sized ones. I have been craving cupcakes for weeks, and I suppose he was tired of hearing me say, "I really could go for a cupcake." Haha
I guess I am getting slightly more confident in my baking and cooking skills. We went to Daughtry's this Saturday for a bite. I got the lobster mac n cheese. It was good, but I just kept thinking that it would be so much more delicious with crabmeat or crawfish or shrimp. Sam agreed. I have perfected French bread and corn machoux and a few other dishes. It has gotten to the point that I do not even want to go out and eat anymore. I am so disappointed with the dishes that I get. As I always say, if I just had someone to clean up the kitchen and dishes I would cook all the time.
The package also had these cute pj's in it. =) They are cute and remind me of something vintage. I cannot wait to sport them. I feel bad because I want to pair them with heeled slippers, but I do not own any. =p The only draw back to them is that they are sheer, and I feel as though I should wear a pretty black bra and panties underneath.
a little weird, but this is what I'm going down to. =p
I deal with stress badly. In the past I have dealt with anxiety and panic attacks when I worked in the actual office. The past couple of weeks have left me on edge.
It seems to the average person that I have a perfect job. I get to work from home. I work for the company that I have worked for since I was 18. Only now, I am "self-employed" and contracted since they are in New Orleans, and I am in Colorado. It has always been a very stress inclined job. Rush, rush, rush. For the most part my bosses do not plan or prioritize leaving everything until the last minute. It then falls on me to complete project drawings by the deadline. It is not unusual for me to receive a phone call saying, "We’re faxing you this survey. The client expects the drawing in 15 minutes." Always the impossible, always the phone calls, always the pushing. It has gotten to the point where I am afraid to leave my house, even to wander into the back yard because the sporadic, yet frantic needs until the work day is over, even if there is no project on my desk.
At times, it really isn’t so bad. Regular paced work given to me to be done in a normal manner. Most times though it is the race. I absolutely abhore it. Yet, I am petrified to quit. I have no other skills. I really would not want to continue doing AutoCad with another company because I do not enjoy it. I have no clue what I would want to do with my life. Almost 36 years old and clueless about what I want.
My expectations are too large, I know. I cannot have a perfectly scheduled or structured life. I like free time, time to exercise, dance, draw, walk the dogs, garden. I know it’s too much to look for in another career. So, I sit and crumble a little more each day.
This is why I was talking about consulting a life coach. The prices though are *ouch*. Trying to take some quiet time to reflect each day, but I get more and more confused. ~sigh~
- Mood:
confused
Hopefully they are tried as adults as this was not their first arrest, robbery, otherwise.
Thank goodness these mothers were responsible enough to call and turn them in when they saw the wanted posters.
strangelet 's LJ. All of this shit really needs to stop. What is wrong with people today? It kills me that these things are happening all the time back home, one reason why I have come to terms with not moving back anytime soon. Hopefully, someone out there will find these thugs, not even thugs, parasites, vile excuses for a human form, and they will be caught.Her last moments:
NOLA is such a small town. I just found out that one of the attorneys at my firm was on the scene immediately after Wendy was shot. She told me that Wendy was still holding her cocktail, even after having been shot in the back. She said that Wendy was standing up, asking what had happened and then said that she couldn't catch her breath so she sat on the curb and placed her drink on the sidewalk. She then laid down, trying to catch her breath. It took the ambulance nearly 20 mins to arrive and at that point, Wendy was already in shock.
The officer on the scene was apparently very young and was yelling at everyone to stay back. Even when a doctor approached the scene, he had to convince the officer to let him try to help.
Apparently there was some confusion as to what happened. People thought that she had just fallen and did not realize she had actually been shot because she was so composed, even able to perform a task like setting down her cocktail.
I don't know why I feel the need to write this down. I just need to get it out before i freak out and over analyze every single fucking thing.
I am so fucking pissed off. This is a failure on so many different levels.
I am praying for the safety of my friends. I am praying for the future of this city.
Another post
Body: At The Cost of a Life
January 18th, 2009 by Lord David
It’s Sunday, a little past noon and I just got the call. Wendy, the bartender at Aunt Tiki’s on Lower Decatur, was shot and killed in an armed robbery at Governor Nichols and Dauphine Street last night, about 8pm.
This is above the ‘Bourbon Street Safety Line’ it’s true, but this neighborhood is where the dog park is, a residential area, a block or so from Cosimo’s. It was 8 o’clock on a Saturday night, a time when couples should be walking out to dinner, and locals are heading home from work, or out for the evening.
Apparently, Wendy walked up on a friend who was already being robbed at gun point, and was robbed as well, and then shot.
In the back.
She died shortly afterwards, on the way to, or at, the hospital.
While all of us who knew her, myself among them, are horrified at this terrible, terrible murder, it doesn’t end there. I’ve posted a series of columns here, triggered by Bill Sothern’s editorial about getting robbed in the Marigny, relating how some young black kids with a small semi-automatic pistol robbed him and his wife and friends. Upon finding out the next day that the robbers were using his wife’s cell phone, he went to the police.
He says in his post that;
” I was barely able to hold the attention of the police officer at the desk as I explained the evidence that I had discovered and suggested that, so long as the phone was on, maybe they could even locate the user. She took a message but again, no one called me. I called again and again over the following days and left messages for the detective assigned to the case and even called the district lieutenant when those went unanswered. As of this writing, no one has called me to follow up on the calls made from the phone or, as far as I know, made any efforts to investigate the two potentially lethal armed robberies that occurred that night.
”
When a friend of mine was robbed New Years Eve by junior thugs matching this description, I called for an outcry to the NOPD, hoping to make them act before this went to much farther.
Wendy’s killers also match this same description.
There we have it. A direct link and patheticly sad story of inaction, followed by continued robbery and now the death of a young local woman. Had the 5th district jumped on the cell phone number and the number called, perhaps this would have led to an arrest, or at least left the perpatrators less bold, less likely to be drunk with horrible power and ready to kill.
There is no bringing Wendy back. Her life was ended brutally on an outing, relatively early on a Saturday night. She was robbed of every minute of every day, forever. They took all she had or ever would have, everything she would ever be.
The thought that this occured because somebody was too fucking lazy to do their job, too politically oriented to do real police work, too interested in “keeping the New Olreans Brand out there”, makes me so angry I can hardly control myself.
Warren Riley and C. Ray Nagin, you were warned. Bill Sothern told the city about this first incident with a story in the Times-picayune. I’ve been hammering away at Humid City, and sending letters to any newspaper or periodical that will listen. Now a local friend is dead, shot down in the street like an animal.
What’s it gonna take?
How many more New Olreanians will die this year, because some cop just had to take a call on their cell, or stand around the parking lot, showing off their new car stereo, because another citizen was treated like a criminal for trying to give the police some information or report a crime, because the Police Superintendent is on the board of so many quasi-political groups that he can’t or won’t do his fucking job?
I don’t want to see a news sound bite of Warren Riley in perfect make-up, talking about imperfect family problems and better education to prevent crime. Billy Sothern showed up at the Station House with a solid clue and was ignored. Now Wendy is dead.
I want to see Warren Riley’s resignation, I suppose, and it would be nice to go out for coffee and ice cream after dark without worrying about getting fucking killed, but mostly, I’m sure Wendy’s friends and relatives would like her to be around for Sunday Brunch.
She won’t, however, because she’s dead.
You let this happen, you rotten sons of bitches.
We’ve seen your absolute failure in absolute clarity, and at the cost of a life.
There’s nothing more to say, right now.
And besides, we’ll be mourning the Death of Another Friend.
Rest in Peace, Wendy.
And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that some stupid, lazy bastards let this happen.
You are not forgotten.
Lord David
New Orleans
that is all
I still am going to make room for my cocktails, but only on the weekends. Sam and I hit the grocery last night where we stocked up on lots of fruits, veggies, lean proteins, lean meats and seafood. Of course, our fridge and pantry were almost completely bare anyway, haha.
Back to work. There are many projects, impossibly due on Tuesday. I sense that I may have to work a little over the weekend.
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