The Charlie Challenge

I know this "Charlie Challenge" has been going on for a while and I basically ignored it, thinking it was just a teenage slumber party game.

I WAS DEAD WRONG

The Charlie Challenge is a ritual to summon a demon.

Yes, I said demon.

"Charlie" is not a friendly ghost giving advice to naive teenagers. The set up and wording is an ancient, supposedly, Mexican ritual to summon demons. Much like the Ouija board, it summons unwanted guests into your home. I have been researching this and if you don't say Goodbye to "Charlie", things will start happening in your house. Like bad things. Because that's what demons do. They play nice at first but things will turn sinister fast.

I don't know who started this stupid game, but they need to have some sense knocked into them. You DO NOT mess around with this stuff. Many of the teenagers doing it have no idea what they're doing. They have no idea that they are summoning demons into their home. They have no idea they are inviting demons into their lives. And most of all, they have no idea how powerful these demons could be or how dangerous this game is.

DO NOT PLAY THIS GAME!

Even if you are an experienced paranormal investigator or demonologist, DO NOT PLAY THIS GAME

If you are one to the naive teenagers or curious adults who have done this game, I suggest contacting someone who can do a blessing on your house and cleanse it. If you have played and you are experiencing strange things happening in your house, contact someone who can help.

And hopefully you'll have learned your lesson not to **** with demons.

SPREAD THE WORD, THE CHARLIE CHALLENGE IS DANGEROUS.

I Am Not An Object

Hello, friends. I know I've been gone a while but now that I have internet of my own, it's time I address an issue that is plaguing this country and the world in general. And it is past time, I say something about it.


Back in 2012, the issue of women came up. Which personally shouldn't have been an issue to begin with. But the comments I started hearing from candidates made my blood boil. Which is also a reason I will never vote for this candidate on anything he runs for on the national stage. Rape became the big conversation and that conversation is still going on.

I should have addressed this a long time ago. While I have never been the victim of sexual assault, I have women I consider my sisters that have been. And it kills me that their attackers go on about their lives as if nothing happened while they continue to be traumatized.

I'm tired of reading stories of how the woman is blamed. I'm tired of being told that I have to be careful. I hate the fact that I have to keep looking over my shoulder when I'm by myself somewhere. I hate that when I'm alone that I have to walk with a key between my knuckles in case I have to defend myself. I hate that both my husband and brother-in-law have asked that I get my concealed weapons license and a handgun. I hate that women are told they need to dress a certain way to avoid being raped.

I'm tired of being blamed because I was born a woman.

I'm tired of being an object.

I am not an object.


While I haven't been the victim of sexual assault, I have been the victim of sexism. At a previous job, I had a supervisor that completely disrespected me because I was a woman. He brushed off complaints from me and the other women. When I passed out on the sales floor, the first comment he had was about me being pregnant (I was a virgin at the time) After I left the job, an employee called me a stupid bitch after his wife verbally attacked me. I was told I deserved it.

I can't count how many times I've been out and had men come up to me with their come on lines. How many have checked me out like I'm an option on the dinner menu. How many have not taken me seriously because of my gender.


I went out with my husband and one of my best friends on my last birthday for a night on the town. We went to an amazing piano bar. A good ways into the night, four men came in and almost immediately started objectifying me. They started to play a guessing game with my name and coming onto me. Right in front of my husband. I was grateful that I was with him and not my girlfriends. Not that I have too many girlfriends to begin with. My thinking was because I was with two men, then I must have been looking for a good time, right? Sickening.


Being wolf whistled at while walking across a parking lot. Having someone stare at you while you're in line at the grocery store. I've even had someone stare at me in their car while driving. All of this doesn't make me feel like a person. In today's world, I feel we are just eye candy. And if we fight back, than we're bitches and hormonal. We're angry so we must be on our periods. And it must be out fault that a man can't exercise self-control.

People make it out like it's a mental condition when a man rapes a woman.

He couldn't help it.

You shouldn't have dressed like that

What did you do to make him rape you?

You probably wanted it.

You were asking for it.

This is your fault.

Why did you let him?


I will probably be called a bitch for this entry. Personally, I don't care. If addressing a topic that most people want to sweep under the rug makes me a bitch, so be it. But I do want to clarify that I am not a man hating feminist. I don't blame men for everything. I am also aware that the reverse happens. That women rape men.


But my point is that women shouldn't be treated as objects. As toys to be played with and then thrown away.

We're people, too.

Returning to the Blogging World

Hello, friends.


I am making a return to blogging! Yay! Miss me? Haha.


All joking aside, you will be having my two cents on current events once again starting in January.


I know it's been over a year since I ave posted last but I have a legitimate excuse. I had to get a new laptop because the old one decided it was either a bird or a gymnast and did a flip off of a computer table. Add to that problem, my cell phone company had stopped offering broadband services and didn't bother to tell me that I'd been paying for a service they no longer offered. Grr. Thus I no longer have internet at the house.


That's been that way for the past year. I've also been having some personal issues with myself and focusing on my writing.

Speaking of writing, I recently completed (and won) my third NaNoWriMo. And I am officially hopelessly addicted to writing as I only took a one day break after the crazy 30 day, 50k word writing binge before diving right into a new project.


With that said, I will see you in the New Year with my tongue in cheek take on the world.


Until next time,


And have a very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year from the Ice Queen

Apologies

I've had so much going on this year that I have failed to make posts since Feb when I had my plagiarism incident.


Where to start?


Well, I guess the most important update is the Anthology my short story, Beyond the Grave, is featured in was published back in Aug. Dawn of the Living Dead is a collection of paranormal stories by some of the most talented young writers I'm honored to share a book with.

http://www.amazon.com/Dawn-Living-Dead-Melissa-Somoza-ebook/dp/B00EUM9ANM/ref=sr_1_1_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1385869666&sr=1-1&keywords=dawn+of+the+living+dead

http://www.amazon.com/Dawn-Living-Dead-Melissa-Somoza/dp/1492120928/ref=sr_1_1_title_1_pap?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1385869666&sr=1-1&keywords=dawn+of+the+living+dead


I will also admit to having some issues with my internet connection and a lack of interest in writing a blog this year. Hopefully that will change soon...

Until next time, my friends

Plagiarism

Those of you who know me also know I like to write fan fiction as well. Mainly from the Dragon Age video games. It came to my attention today that one of those stories, Broken, a short story told by the character Fenris about his complicated relationship with my PC (player character) Alexandria Hawke, was posted on another site without my permission. A lovely young lady messaged me on deviantART, one of the sites the story resides (the other place being facebook), asking me if I was Emma Shepard. After browsing my gallery, she saw I do not do the Mass Effect games (The PC's last name in those games is Shepard) thus she asked me if I'd given Emma Shepard permission to post it and provided me with the link. I saw Broken was indeed on that site and without any credit whatsoever to me. Thus I have reported her for plagiarism.

Now those that know me, know that I'm not easily riled and it takes a lot to get on my bad side. And yes, I do have a bad side. Stealing something I wrote, even if the world and character belongs to Bioware, is something that will put you there easily. And for the record, when I write fan fiction or use a character that belongs to someone else, I clearly state who they belong to. Emma Shepard did not do that. If she had asked for permission first, I may have allowed it as long as she credited me for it. And even without permission, if she had credited me I would not be so pissed off about it.

And I will say this, if Emma Shepard was a writer at all, she would respect another writer's work.


Lesson of the day:

DON'T STEAL OTHER PEOPLE'S CREATIVE WORKS!

Out of Hiding

I don't even remember the last time I updated this. Not that anyone has noticed as I barely have any followers, but I digress. I am back with my view of the world.

Ok I just checked and I haven't been seen since the Halloween Special...

Well I do have an excuse for Nov. I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and I was completely focused on that for the Month of Nov. As that was my first NaNo, I was actually surprised that I reached the 50,000 word goal and then some. (I finished with over 68,000). And I will be participating again in Nov of this year.

Of course, Dec is always our busy month with folks going out of town and leaving their critters and the critters eating stuff they shouldn't...

I really have no excuse for Jan and most of this month aside from working on edits for my novels...


Until next time

The Ice Queen

The Banyan Tree

ICE QUEEN'S FROZEN WORDS

presents

TRUE GHOST STORIES

Where my aunt lives, there is a military camp. Behind the walls of the camp is a Banyan (also known as Peepal in Hindi) tree. As she was sitting on her roof on a beautiful sunshine filled winter day, she saw someone or something climbing the branches of the tree. She knew it wasn't one of the soldiers as it wasn't wearing a uniform and no one else seemed to see it. It frightened her and she felt that it was an evil spirit climbing in that tree. She ran from the roof and into her room in no time flat. This happened sometime ago.

Varun G. from India

Thanks, Varun, for sharing :)

The Lady in the Hall

ICE QUEEN'S FROZEN WORDS

presents

TRUE GHOST STORIES

I used to live in a big house and every time I came out of the bathroom or my bedroom I would bump into a blond woman wearing a white nightgown. This happened for months before my mom told me she would also bump into the woman and thought she was me. We looked at one another, surprised that we'd been seeing the same thing and then had the same thought: We had a ghost in the house.

Heather from Canada

Thanks, Heather, for sharing :)

Flying Objects

ICE QUEENS FROZEN WORDS

presents

TRUE GHOST STORIES

My family once lived in a big house in north central Arkansas. One this particular day, my nephew was over and we were playing hide and seek. I was hiding in the office that connected to the living room. He couldn't find me, so I jumped out and scared him. He ran into the kitchen and I followed him. I was completely out of the office and one the other side of the living room close to the kitchen when I heard something behind me. I turned just in time to see the antenna come off the TV and come flying towards me. It hit me in the eye before I could react. I was scared to be in the living room by myself after that. This wasn't my first experience in that house. I had always felt that there was something in the house but after the antenna incident, I felt that whatever was there was after me for some reason.

Marie F from Arkansas

Thanks, Marie, for sharing. That would have scared me for sure as well!

Until next time,

The Ice Queen

Perfume

With Halloween right around the corner, I made a call among my friends for their true ghost stories. So far, I have four stories, including one of my own.

Now I present to you the first of these stories

ICE QUEEN'S FROZEN WORDS

presents

TRUE GHOST STORIES

I work night security in a government building that is over 100 years old. I've had several experiences I can't explain. Including one I had very recently.

One night as I was doing my rounds long after the cleaning crew had left for the night, I unlocked and entered one of the offices to check it... and walked face first into a mist of perfume. I could still see the mist particles in my flashlight's beam as if it had just been sprayed. Unperplexed, I simply said, "That's a nice scent. What is that?" Of course, I didn't get an answer back. At least that I heard.

Brian S. from Canada

Thanks for sharing, Brian

Until next time,

The Ice Queen

GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES!!!!

Yes, I said it! Wondering what prompted such a title?

Stupid Hunger Games "fans"

I consider myself a fan of the series but jeeze, people, if you read the book like you claimed, then it shouldn't surprise you when they cast a character based on the description in the book.

Quick synopsis: The Hunger Games takes place in a future after the US has crumbled and the lands that one made up the US is renamed Panem and divided into 13 Districts surrounding a Capital. After a huge rebellion, District 13 is destroyed and the Capital, to keep the remaining Districts in line, starts the Hunger Games. This requires each District to supply two Tributes, a boy and a girl between 12 and 18, that are randomly selected to fight each other to the death. 24 go in. 1 comes out.

In the book, both Rue, a 12 year old Tribute from District 11 and her male counter part (not sure of his age) are described as having "dark brown skin and eyes"* (Cinna's, Katniss's Stylist, skin isn't mentioned in the book so he was free range)

In the movie, Rue is played by Amandla Stenberg (Columbiana). Thresh is played by Dayo Okeniyi (this is his first major film) and Cinna is played by Lenny Kravitz (yes the "American Woman" singer)

Enter the so-called fans

They are all upset because the three characters are played by black actors. Uh, were you not paying attention when you read the book? Now When I read the book, I actually pictured Cinna as black. But I digress.

But the reactions of all these people to the fact that *gasp* a black character is portrayed by a *gasp* black actress is just flipping ridiculous. Who cares? The characters in the book were portrayed exactly how the author described them. Usually people are throwing hissy fits because a book to film isn't like the book. But they're throwing fits because a beloved character is black.

I love little Rue. She's such a sweetheart and such an innocent character. Tears are shed over this little girl, yours truly included. And it upsets people because this little girl they cried over is black?

Racism is still alive and kicking, unfortunately.

And this really pisses the Ice Queen off

*The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

http://jezebel.com/5896408/racist-hunger-games-fans-dont-care-how-much-money-the-movie-made

Back from the Dead

No I didn't really die but I have had a lot of things going on since Dec. A bit of a computer problem didn't help things at all.

Starting around Nov and Dec I had a bit of a problem with my computer freezing at the worst times. Like in the middle of making a post for my other blog or working on my newest project. Turned out I was over working my poor computer. YouTube still doesn't work as well as I'd like with a lot of buffering but hey at least it stopped freezing.

Nov and Dec was also the start of the Hoiday traveling season. We also saw a lot of critters that were eating stuff they weren't supposed to. By the time I got home during those months, I was way too tired to blog. I barely working on my book.

Jan and Feb I focused on my book, mostly. Feb was also when we found out the apartments my husband and I rented were income based and, surprise!, we made to much to continue living there. You can imagine the stress that caused. After a little bout of "Woe is me" and my sisters and brothers (I love you guys) helping me through that tough time when I lost faith in myself, we found a lovely apartment about a mile away from where we had been living. I miss the neighbors we had but hopefully we'll meet some knew friends. I did meet the neighbor that lives to the left of us and she seems very nice.

So here we are in March. Still a bit on the exhausted and stressed side but things are looking up. I'm slowly getting back to work on my book and I'll be setting up some book signings soon.

Until next time

The Ice Queen

10 Years of Tears

It's been 10 years since a trio of passenger planes crashed into New York's Twin Towers and Washington D.C's Pentagon and a fourth crashed into a field in Shanksville, PA. 10 years since nearly 3,000 people lost their lives. 10 years is a long time. And I remember every minute of my day.

Last year's anniversary, I posted in this blog my memories of 9/11. I'll not bore you with them again but I will share the link at the end of this post. Thinking about those that died today I wonder "What if?"

What if those passengers on United Flight 93 hadn't banded together?
What if they let fear stop them?
What if they hadn't succeeded in bring down that plane?

I shudder to think of what could have happened. How many more lives could have been lost had it not been for those brave men? They knew they were going to die. They chose to go down fighting and went down in history as some of the Heroes of 9/11

I feel for the children who were never able to meet their fathers. The children who lost one or both parents. I still find it hard to watch any of the tribute videos of 9/11 without shedding tears. I don't think I ever will cease to.

We will never forget.

http://icequeensfrozenwords.blogspot.com/2010/09/budweiser-911-tribute.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtCCvduQmQo

Thank God for the Patriot Guard Riders

Sgt. Devin Snyder was a young MP who's life was cut short by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan on June 4th. She'll be laid to rest on Saturday in her hometown with full honors and a Patriot Guard escort.

Westboro Baptist Church is planning on going to New York and protesting her funeral. Their trademark hate mongering tactic.

But Sgt. Snyder's family has a battle plan to combat them. They are called The Patriot Guard.

The Patriot Guard was formed in 2005 to shelter and protect the families of fallen soldiers who find themselves victim to WBC's protests. They come only when invited by the family.

They are considered a motorcycle club, although not all members ride.

"We don’t care what you ride or if you ride, what your political views are, or whether you’re a hawk or a dove. It is not a requirement that you be a veteran. It doesn't matter where you’re from or what your income is; you don’t even have to ride. The only prerequisite is Respect." 1

The Patriot Guard shows the respect that our fallen soldiers deserve and support and shield their families.

According to Tim Weathers, the lead Rider for Snyder's funeral, WBC usually backs off when they hear the the Patriot Guard will be there. But he thinks this time will be different.
"When they know that the Patriot Guard is going to be there they usually don't show up. But then again, this could be different because Devin Snyder was young, she was a female and this could be one of their targets.” he said. 2

Thank you, Sgt. Snyder for your service.

And thank God for the Patriot Guard Riders. You are as much of heroes as the soldiers you stand up for.

And that gives the Ice Queen hope

1. Patriot Guard Riders mission statement   http://www.patriotguard.org/
2. The Westboro Baptist Church Says It Will Be In The Southern Tier This Weekend by Bobby Brooks WETM 18 Elmira-Corning, NY

A Meet and Greet with Charlaine Harris

Yesterday, I had the honor and pleasure of meeting one of my writing inspirations. A friend had asked via Facebook if anyone wanted to go with her to the Arkansas Literally Festival where Charlaine Harris would be speaking. And since I had the weekend off from work, I told her I would. In turn I invited another fan and friend, April, to join us.

After arriving it didn't take long for us to find the church she would be speaking at. Beautiful church. And the irony of a vampire fiction writer speaking in a church was not lost on us. We found it to be quite funny, actually. Of course we were a few hours early since the event didn't start until 7. It was a nice sunny day with a nice breeze, so we sat under a tree in front of the church and just hung out and goofed off. At least April and I did. After some picture taking of the church and ourselves and playing with our ringtones, other fans started trickling in and staff informed us that they would be opening the doors at 6:15-6:20, So we moved from under the tree to the church steps. Where we did some more waiting and book discussions with two ladies from Oklahoma. April turned to me at one point and told me I should be promoting my own book, which I hadn't even thought of doing. Which she told everyone sitting nearby to go look me up and buy my book. Gotta love best friends. (April later told me she thought I might have sold a few copies)

After that bit of waiting, and around 6:15, we got up and stood by the door expecting our wait to be over. As we're standing there, still chatting and waiting, three women walked up from the side trying to get into the church. One of the women was Charlaine herself! She was locked out of her own event. We took several pics, of course and did some chatting with her, before her assistant directed her to the door she was supposed to enter. Showing up over 2 hours early had it's advantage. Perhaps the best moment I had ever had.

When we were finally let into the church, the three of us got front row seats, cause April is cool like that. XD Charlaine had quite a sense of humor as she told us about her begining struggles as a writer and her "overnight success in 32 years". Pretty amazing how her most popular series had been originally turned down so many times. Then there was the question and answer session, with so many great questions, including one that had never been asked before.

Being in the front row meant that when it came time for Charlaine to do book signings, we were in the back of the line. But it was all good, since April and I got to chat with a couple of authors and I received an invite to write a blog on one of the authors' blog, since I'd created my own fantasy world. When it was finally my turn to get my copy of Dead Until Dark signed, I told her she was one of my inspirations, which delighted her. The smile that came across her face was a genuine "thank you" smile.

All in all, my first trip to a book signing and a meet and greet turned out just great

And the Ice Queen is cool with that

A New Spring

Today has many names.

Vernal Equinox

First day of Spring

Ostara

Eostre

But whatever name you call it, it's the official start of spring.

Today is one of the days that daytime and nighttime are close to equal. The name Equinox comes from the Latin words aequus, meaning "equal", and nox, meaning "night".

And the day is usually viewed as the first day of spring, although there are plenty of places that aren't feeling the spring like weather

Now, you're probably wondering what Ostara and Eostre are. Well, they're actually the same thing. They just have two names due to where one is from.

Ostara is the Pagan holiday celebrating the come of spring and the beginnings of new life.

But what's Easter got to do with Pagans?

Easter gets its name from Eostre, which is the Germanic name for Ostara. It is celebrated with sunrise worship of the God and Goddess and eggs colored in pastels and decorated with the symbols of the God, the Goddess, the Sun God, unity, fire, water, agriculture, prosperity and growth, strength and wisdom, spring, love and affection, and protection. *

I'll perhaps go more into detail when it comes closer to Easter.

Merry Ostara and Happy Equinox from the Ice Queen

* http://www.joellessacredgrove.com/Holidays/ostara.html

WTF? Georgia, you have some major issues to resolve...

I never ever thought I would live to see something like this. And I have been proven wrong that something like this would never happen in our modern time.

What are you talking about? You ask.

I'm talking about HB 1, the law proposed by Georgia State Rep. Bobby Franklin. This law would make any woman who has had a miscarriage punishable by death. Along with having an abortion.

WTF, Rep Franklin?

According to HB 1,  any "prenatal murder" in the words of the bill, including "human involvement" in a miscarriage, would be a felony and carry a penalty of life in prison or death.* Women will be required to prove that the miscarriage was a natural miscarriage. Don't you think it'll be tramatic enough having a miscarriage without having to prove in court that your body naturally miscarried the fetus?

Apparently, Rep Franklin doesn't know the difference between an abortion and a miscarriage. They are two different things. Look it up.

And just a little FYI: this is the same rep that propsed a bill last year to turn domestic violence and rape victims into asscusers. As far as I know that didn't pass. At least I don't find anything about that one.

Woman hater anyone?

If this passes, it will hold the door wide open for similar anti-women laws. If its not struck down by the Supreme Court first. What's next, being jailed for having anemia? Fainting spells? What about having a cold or the flu?

Apparentl these "men" want to go back to the days when women stayed home having babies, cooking and cleaning and whenever they were allowed out of the house they had to follow behind their husbands with hands clasped and heads down.

I don't know about you, but there will be snowball fights in Hell when the Ice Queen does that.


* Ga. Law Could Give Death Penalty for Miscarriages by Jen Phillips

Anonymous Vs. WBC

Looks like someone finally gave Westboro Baptist Church the bitchslap they have been needing for looong time.

After a rumor that vigilante hacker organization Anonymous was declaring war on the controversial church. Anonymous denied they were planning any kind of war. But in true WBC style, they started a smear campaign and basically told them "Bring it!"

Both sides were invited to a radio talk show for a live web chat. Shirley Phelps-Roper, the rep for WBC, continuously attacked the rep for Anonymous with various insults while the rep continued to deny a war. But Ms. Phelps-Roper had a surprise waiting for her.

Once she told the Anonymous rep he was going to Hell, the rep responded with "I have a surprise for you." And directed viewers to downloads.westborobaptistchurch.com with a notice from Anonymous.

As of Feb 25, all of WBC's websites were inaccessible

Anonymous 1
WBC 0

And I find this quite hilarious

But that's just the Ice Queen's opinion.

Tis the Season

Well Christmas has come and went. Another year of listening to a certain family member nag about the amount of gifts I bought the rest of the family (I started in July. Its not like I did it all at once sheesh.) You would think that she'd be happy that everyone is getting gifts. Who cares when they were bought or what they got.

Back on track....

It wasn't the perfect Christmas. For one there was no way I was topping the gifts I gave last year. That was a one time deal.
I bought my husband three model sets. And forgot to get the paint and glue. Of course. Then I bought him a couple of shirts; one with wolves, his favorite animal, the other of his favorite band. of course I got it in the wrong size. And I told my step mom the wrong size apparently, so all of his shirts are too small for him. I guess Large is no longer his size.

At least everyone liked their gifts. At least they said they did.

I'm not the best person in the kitchen, so if I make anything it does not require cooking or baking. I was going through wal-mart and found a recipe for a no bake Chocolate Mint Cheesecake. Of course I misread the name and thought it was a pie. I broke the crust putting the filling in. Had to wash the mixing bowl and the beaters before I even started. It seemed like it took forever to get my stuff together, but eventually I had a cheesecake before me. Everyone said they liked it. It was pretty good, but the crust was a crumbly mess.

My husband and I have a tradition of going to the movies on Christmas day. We have been doing that since we'd been dating. This year there was no movie, so I guess that tradition is done and over with.

There was no snow...

Harrisonville, Proof that Americans still support our Troops

You've probably have never heard of Harrisonville. I know I hadn't. In fact I'm not sure what state its in, Missori or Kansas. But I do know they are a town brought together.

What brought them together? The funeral of one of their own and the protestors coming to add salt to the family's wounds.

Now you know my opinion of Westboro Baptist Church. If you don't, read my previous blog. Short recap: they protest slain soldiers

Anyway back to Harrisonville

Harrisonville was home to Army Cpl. Jacob R. Carver, who was killed in Afghanistan by a suicide bomb earlier this month. Word came that our favorite church group was going to be coming to town to protest his funeral. The people of Harrisonville said "Hell no. Ain't gonna happen," Starting before dawn, Cpl Carver's supporters began to line the street on both sides of  Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church, where the funeral was to be held. The people, along with folks from three counties, were not going to let the protester anywhere near the church. By the time they got there, the only spot was next to a store a third of a mile away from the church. They did what they came to do, shouting their hateful slogans and holding their hateful signs. But the supporters were louder, singing "God Bless America" and shouting "USA! USA!" and "Go Home! Go Home!" Of course they were some near fights and WBC finally gave up and bailed before the procession passed.

Thank you, People of Harrisonville. You give me faith that people really do support our Troops and honor the ones who have given their lives so we may be able to live like we do and protest those protesting the Troops.


All information within this edition of Ice Queen's Frozen Words comes from The Kansas City Star article "In Harrisonville, thousands line street to keep Phelps clan away from soldier’s funeral" by Donald Bradley

http://www.kansascity.com/2010/11/23/2467169/in-harrisonville-thousands-line.html