Question #1:
Does the NJ traffic violation of 39:4-88b Failure to maintian lane carry any points?
My husband received a ticket in NJ for a 39:4-88b which is Failure to Maintain Lane. We looked on the fee schedule yet they have 39:4-88 as receving 2 point but no 39:4-88bFee Schedule:
New Jersey Turnpike, Garden State Parkway and Atlantic City Expressway
27:23–29 Moving against traffic 2
27:23–29 Improper passing 4
27:23–29 Unlawful use of median strip 2
All roads and highways
39:3–20 Operating constructor vehicle in excess of 45 mph 3
39:4–14.3 Operating motorized bicycle on a restricted highway 2
39:4–14.3d More than one person on a motorized bicycle 2
39:4–35 Failure to yield to pedestrian in crosswalk 2
39:4–36 Failure to yield to pedestrian in crosswalk; passing a vehicle yielding to pedestrian in crosswalk 2
39:4– 41 Driving through safety zone 2
39:4–52 Racing on highway 5
39:4–55 Improper action or omission on grades and curves 2
39:4–57 Failure to observe direction of officer 2
39:4–66 Failure to stop vehicle before crossing sidewalk 2
39:4–66.1 Failure to yield to pedestrians or vehicles while entering or leaving highway 2
39:4–66.2 Driving on public or private property to avoid a traffic sign or signal 2
39:4–71 Operating a motor vehicle on a sidewalk 2
39:4–80 Failure to obey direction of officer 2
39:4–81 Failure to observe traffic signals 2
39:4–82 Failure to keep right 2
39:4–82.1 Improper operating of vehicle on divided highway or divider 2
39:4–83 Failure to keep right at intersection 2
39:4–84 Failure to pass to right of vehicle proceeding in opposite direction 5
39:4–85 Improper passing on right or off roadway 4
39:4–85.1 Wrong way on a one-way street 2
39:4–86 Improper passing in no passing zone 4
39:4–87 Failure to yield to overtaking vehicle 2
39:4–88 Failure to observe traffic lanes 2
39:4–89 Tailgating 5
39:4–90 Failure to yield at intersection 2
39:4–90.1 Failure to use proper entrances to limited access highways 2
39:4–91–92 Failure to yield to emergency vehicles 2
39:4–96 Reckless driving 5
39:4–97 Careless driving 2
39:4–97a Destruction of agricultural or recreational property 2
39:4–97.1 Slow speed blocking traffic 2
39:4–97.2 Driving in an unsafe manner (points only for third or subsequent offense within five years of most recent 39:4-97.2 conviction) 4
39:4–98 Exceeding maximum speed 1-14 mph over limit 2
Exceeding maximum speed 15-29 mph over limit 4
Exceeding maximum speed 30 mph or more over limit 5
39:4–105 Failure to stop for traffic light 2
39:4–115 Improper turn at traffic light 3
39:4–119 Failure to stop at flashing red signal 2
39:4–122 Failure to stop for police whistle 2
39:4–123 Improper right or left turn 3
39:4–124 Improper turn from approved turning course 3
39:4–125 Improper u-turn 3
39:4–126 Failure to give proper signal 2
39:4–127 Improper backing or turning in street 2
39:4–127.1 Improper crossing of railroad grade crossing 2
39:4–127.2 Improper crossing of bridge 2
39:4–128 Improper crossing of railroad grade crossing by certain vehicles 2
39:4–128.1 Improper passing of school bus 5
39:4–128.4 Improper passing of frozen dessert truck 4
39:4–129 Leaving the scene of an accident –
no personal injury 2
Personal injury 8
39:4–144 Failure to observe stop or yield signs 2
39:5C–1 Racing on highway 5
39:5D–4 Moving violation committed out-of-state 2
Like with:
39:4–14.3 Operating motorized bicycle on a restricted highway 2
39:4–14.3d More than one person on a motorized bicycle 2 They list each one seperatly...so I am thinking there are no points. Help!
Question #2:
What is up with all these crazy dreams, last nights was WEIRD! Please help!?
Ok I ALWAYS have like the wierdest dreams ever but I'd like to tell you about last nights and tell me what you think it means.Ok so I was home alone (Thats not special, I always am) and I heard a knock at my front door. And I didn't want the person to think I was home but I wanted to see who it was so I got down into an army crawl and peered around my couch to look who was at the door and it was my uncle and some random guy. And for some odd reason the door was unlocked and my back door was open. So the guy came in and just walked by me and didn't even see me. That's when i realized I was invisible, like I had magical powers. And so then I went to school. And It was the school I am currently attending but I was a new student in the dream. And I was trying to find my locker and this random person pointed it out to me and I opened it and there were already books in it. And for some reason i put a pair of jersey shorts in the locker and then realized the person told me the wrong locker to be a jerk and pull a joke. And so the girl whose locker it really was came over all snotty. And I started to apologize like crazy!! And she was just nasty to me and pushed me really hard.(It actually hurt, I felt pain.. whichs odd since I have never felt pain in my dream before) And so I pushed her back REALLY hard as she was walking away because I have like super human strength. Like I was magical! i was super strong, super fast, could disappear. It was crazy. And so I went home from school and I had a truck. (Which is strange since I don't drive yet) And my dad was there and came out of the house, but it didn't look at all like my house does and my dad didn't look like my dad. And he came over and I thought he was upset because i pushed a girl really hard but he was just seeing how my day was.
And then i woke up. Anyone want to explain this please!!!
Question #3:
What do you guys think of my narrative?
As the sun reached it’s weakest end, the night monarch rest of the shallow day. I witnessed the coffee colored boxes being tossed inside the colorless truck. I stood beside my rusty window and heard a slam, it was my dad, he grabbed the box that rested along me and tossed it in sudden gusts along the stairs.“Are you ready?” I heard a deep steady voice dance through my ears, it was my dad carrying a fake smile. I gave him a smirk, did I have a choice? He patted my shoulder with great concern, and slowly disappeared through the stairs.
Twelve Years. I spent all my twelve years in New York, then moving to a different state hits me like a homerun ball. I had to confront one of my greatest fears, change. The sound of footsteps sprinted through my ears, I glanced at my little brother, distracted by his overly sized grin.
“I’m so excited! Come on, let’s hurry!” my little brother declares with mighty joy. I give him a wry expression, how could he be so happy? I plod through the out of the sun room and clutch for my tomato colored bag my mom gave me for Christmas. I took baby steps down the rock hard stairs hearing my heart accelerate faster by the second. Thoughts concerning going to a new school and state along with making new friends swimmed through my head.
I took my foremost step outside, the silent wind whispered across my wishy-washy face, I snuggled into my zipped cream sweater with my hands yawning into the sweater. I hesitantly ambled with a turtle’s pace towards my mom’s ruby red car, staring down the moving truck that was ready to depart. I watched my dad race into his silver Mercedes with his keys lynching from his soft hands.
I imitated to make myself comfortable in my mom’s car, jam-packed with our pointless stuff, for four people we had more stuff than ten celebrities would. My mom’s always into shopping, put her in the mall for half an hour and she’ll end up having the most shopping bags in the mall. I reached for my seatbelt, my vast eyes come in contact to the unsure smile my mom gave me, she begins steering the over packed car.
“So you excited,” my mom giggles
“Yeah sure,” I say sarcastically
“You haven’t even seen the house, give it a chance,” my mom suggested as she took the next right turn.
“Yeah I guess,” I uttered leaning my tired back on the seat looking away.
“Don’t worry you’ll love New Jersey,” she promised with a luminous smile that made me grasp that I was the only one who was distressed about moving.
The car drive took a good mastered hour, for me each minute became even more nerve racking. I’d constantly tap my feet and play with my long dark hair, which always meant I was very panicky. My mom flocked into the murky street with mammoth houses on both sides of the street along with spacious front yards, carrying some snow on the leafless trees which made the neighborhood seem even more fortuitous, the hushed area was nothing like New York. My mom made a secure stop once she reached the corner house.
I strided myself out of the exhausting car observing the hefty house, imbibing it’s unique texture, and it’s golden color with its scarlet colored roof. I steadily took myself inside the house, not surprised to see how unfilled the inside was. I hiked around the house, it was spotless. My mom walked me to my room, I gazed around, smiling at the peach pink room, admiring what I perceived. I go to a flashback to the time when I didn’t want to try a strawberry ice-cream, but the day I tried it and gave it a chance, strawberry ice-cream became my favorite ice-cream flavor. So I decided to give the move a chance, thinking would it be that bad?
Now it’s been three years since the move, and my life here has never been better. I’ve found the greatest friends ever and one true best friend who I do everything with, I’d stay in New Jersey forever. Sometimes change can be the most superlative thing that can happen to a person if you have the courage to give it a chance.
Question #4:
What do you guys think of my narrative?
As the sun reached it’s weakest end, the night monarch rest of the shallow day. I witnessed the coffee colored boxes being tossed inside the colorless truck. I stood beside my rusty window and heard a slam, it was my dad, he grabbed the box that rested along me and tossed it in sudden gusts along the stairs.“Are you ready?” I heard a deep steady voice dance through my ears, it was my dad carrying a fake smile. I gave him a smirk, did I have a choice? He patted my shoulder with great concern, and slowly disappeared through the stairs.
Twelve Years. I spent all my twelve years in New York, then moving to a different state hits me like a homerun ball. I had to confront one of my greatest fears, change. The sound of footsteps sprints through my ears, I glanced at my little brother, distracted by his overly sized grin.
“I’m so excited! Come on, let’s hurry!” my little brother declares with mighty joy. I give him a wry expression, how could he be so happy? I plod through the out of the sun room and clutch for my tomato colored bag my mom gave me for Christmas. I took baby steps down the rock hard stairs hearing my heart accelerate faster by the second. Thoughts concerning going to a new school and state along with making new friends swimmed through my head.
I took my foremost step outside, the silent wind whispered through my wishy-washy face, I snuggled into my zipped cream sweater with my hands yawning into the sweater. I hesitantly ambled with a turtle’s pace towards my mom’s ruby red car, staring down the moving truck that was ready to depart. I watched my dad race into his silver Mercedes with his keys lynching from his soft hands.
I imitated to make myself comfortable in my mom’s car, jam-packed with our pointless stuff, for four people we had more stuff than ten celebrities would. My mom’s always into shopping, put her in the mall for half an hour and she’ll end up having the most shopping bags in the mall. I reached for my seatbelt, my vast eyes come in contact to the unsure smile my mom gave me, she begins steering the over packed car.
“So you excited,” my mom giggles
“Yeah sure,” I say sarcastically
“You haven’t even seen the house, give it a chance,” my mom suggested as she took the next right turn.
“Yeah I guess,” I uttered leaning my tired back on the seat looking away.
“Don’t worry you’ll love New Jersey,” she promised with a luminous smile that made me grasp that I was the only one who was distressed about moving.
The car drive took a good mastered hour, for me each minute became even more nerve racking. I’d constantly tap my feet and play with my long dark hair, which always meant I was very panicky. My mom flocked into the murky street with mammoth houses on both sides of the street along with spacious front yards, carrying some snow on the leafless trees which made the neighborhood seem even more fortuitous, the hushed area was nothing like New York. My mom made a secure stop once she reached the corner house.
I strided myself out of the exhausting car observing the hefty house, imbibing it’s unique texture, and it’s golden color with its scarlet colored roof. I steadily took myself inside the house, not surprised to see how unfilled the inside was. I hiked around the house, it was spotless. My mom walked me to my room, I gazed around, smiling at the peach pink room, admiring what I perceived. I go to a flashback to the time when I didn’t want to try a strawberry ice-cream, but the day I tried it and gave it a chance, strawberry ice-cream became my favorite ice-cream flavor. So I decided to give the move a chance, thinking would it be that bad?
Now it’s been three years since the move, and my life here has never been better. I’ve found the greatest friends ever and one true best friend who I do everything with, I’d stay in New Jersey forever. Sometimes change can be the most superlative thing that can happen to a person if you have the courage to give it a chance.
Question #5:
Proof read for me please? HS "imaginary journey" paper....?
As we drove down the highway, the wind drove the pouring rain across the windshield and on the pavement of the road. Inside the truck, Charlotte, Saige, and I slept while Stucky, the driver, struggled to see through the downpour. I awoke to a liver colored dog, named Dollar, licking my face. Poo, the other dog in the truck, slept on, oblivious to the torrential rain that made visibility low and driving dangerous. Stucky drove on, nearing our destination, the Florida Fairgrounds, as the clock ticked nearer to ten o’clock. We drove from our barn in New Jersey to Florida for the High School Rodeo Finals which Saige and I qualified to compete in.Behind our truck tagged a silver horse trailer. In the trailer stood our three horses, all of which remained wide awake as they braced and balanced on the long ride. Cheyenne, a deep brown colored Quarter Horse belonging to Saige, shifted her foot. Next to her, Justin, my a sorrel Paint Horse, ate his hay. Last in the trailer, Rocket, an ebony black Quarter Horse, swiveled his ears as he listened to the sounds of the road. These three horses traveled with us as our mounts for the rodeo. Justin and Cheyenne, the two barrel racing horses, belonged to us, but we borrowed Rocket to use for the roping competition.
“We’re almost here!” I exclaimed excitedly as we drove past a sign pointing towards the Fairgrounds.
Stucky and I roused our sleeping companions as we pulled into the Florida fairgrounds: our destination. Sleepily, we climbed out of the truck and carefully unloaded the horses, leading them to a stable in the distance. As I walked, I felt the cold rain soak my tired body and the wind blow the droplets into my face.
“Put the two barrel horses in the right stalls, I’ll stick Rocket in the stall opposite the tack room,” Charlotte called to Saige and I as we walked into the well-lit barn.
Lined with rows of stalls, this barn housed all the horses that would compete over the next two days.
“Alright guys, lets get this crap unloaded so we can crash at the hotel already,” I complained to my companions.
Together, we tended to the horses and stowed our gear before parking the trailer and heading to the warm hotel. As I readied myself for bed, I felt that tomorrow could not come soon enough. I fell asleep to excited thoughts about the completion the following day.
Saturday dawned bright and warm, but we room mates had roused ourselves long before the sun rose. We fed and watered the horses and prepared ourselves for the day’s activities. As I watched the sun begin its assent, and the beginning of competition draw near, I felt the beginnings of nervousness rise in my stomach. Stucky, on the other hand, evidently felt none of that pressure.
“Holy cow, you guys are going to get soaked! Have you checked out the arena? Its pure mud! Crash, ya better be careful!” Stucky exclaimed as he walked into the barn.
I had received the nickname crash years ago after a less-than-graceful fall from a horse.
“Stucks, will you stop harassing them? They’ve got a job to do and your not helping. Now get in there and quit your messin’ around!” exclaimed Charlotte.
“Elena, have you seen my crop?” Saige shouted.
“Nope, did you have it yesterday?” I inquired.
“I haven’t seen it since we got here. Do you have an extra?” she asked hopefully.
“No, your on your own…hey where did my goat string go? Guys, I need that string. Anybody seen it?” I asked frantically.
“I don’t know but you better find it.” Charlotte exclaimed, “We needed to be warming up five minutes ago. I’m going to the ring, meet me there.”
With time waning and pressure of the difficult day that lay ahead of us bearing down, both Saige and I began to crack with the stress, and accusations flew readily.
“I know it was in my trunk last night, did you move it? I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” I complained to her.
“You know what, I didn’t touch your stuff, and if you haven’t noticed, I’m a little preoccupied looking for my crop, which I desperately need.” Saige answered.
By the time we met Charlotte at the ring, anger and tension flew between Saige and I. Justin jittered underneath me, picking up on my stress. Meanwhile, Saige struggled with a misbehaving Cheyenne. Both horses had picked up on the tension of their riders and reacted to it negatively.
Saige ran Cheyenne first. I half-heartedly wished her good luck, but secretly I hoped to beat her. I barely tasted the soda I hurriedly drank before mounting Justin in preparation for our run.
Seeing the bright red alleyway and the barrels ready for my run, my nervousness left me and I felt nothing but excitement. I gripped the reins, feeling the tough leather resting in my hands.
“Our next run is by Elena Mirabito and Justin,” the announcer proclaimed, “this pair traveled from their home state of New Jersey to be with us today. Show us what them Jersey girls can do, cowgirl!”
Charlotte gave me an encourag
Question #6:
ok this is the beginning of my story, honest opinions please?
i just cant get it right :( does this make you want to read more??? this is the last time i will post it i promise lol. im 18, my book is called Still In Love With Me.Prologue-
I continued running, stepping barefoot through the never ending forest of large pine trees as mud splashed onto my bare legs from the pouring rain. I heard a roll of thunder in the distance. A thunderstorm was fast approaching.
Panting heavily, I finally made my way out into the open field of green grass and wilting yellow daisies. The amazing Brooklyn mountains sat so peacefully in the distance.
I came to a sudden stop- I couldn't run anymore. My knees plodded to the ground where more mud splashed onto my white, expensive dress, but i was far from concerned. I then screamed as loud as I could looking up into, what was now, the night sky. My hair was soaking wet. I cried hysterically not even caring if anybody was there witnessing my disgrace. My chest felt tight, there was a hole where my heart used to be, and I pleaded with the storm to strike me.
"Why?!" I screamed into the empty space "Why me?!"
It was pointless, but I just hoped something, anything could hear me... that someone would just appear from behind me and tell me it's all over.... anything would be better than this... even death. I layed in the rain on my back, spoiling my dress further. I stared up at the sky sobbing to myself and knowing i would have to face reality sooner than later.
Chapter One- Change
I was just eleven years old when my mum announced we were moving to New York. My dad had apparently been offered the job he applied for a few weeks back. A managing job that offered him twice as much as he was earning now. I could barely contain my excitement. There was nothing about this place I liked. New Jersey was cold, dull and I didn't have many friends. I needed a fresh start- as did my family.
I spent most of my days struggling through school and being the nerdy "bookworm" of my class. I didn't understand why i got teased so much for reading. Books were filled with adventure, romance and emotions that were beyond our imagination. It was them who was missing out- not me.
I was always very quiet and reserved growing up- a lot like my dad. We weren't phased by much and weren't high maintenance people. I admit i could be a little passive at times. I definitely inherited my looks from mum though. We were both pale with long, honey brown, wavy hair. Her eyes were icy blue just like mine, though mine sometimes looked greener at times. My brother Steven, looked more like my dad but had a lot of my mum in him as well. They were both fastidious people, opposite to my dad and I.
I spent the next three days packing up my room, throwing out used, unwanted objects and helping load the furniture trucks before our big day.
After what seemed like the longest three days of my life, it was finaly time to leave and move onto the next chapter of our lives. As the large black and white furniture trucks took off, we followed right behind. I took one last look at our small, apartment sized house and smiled with excitement about what was awaiting us in Brooklyn. I had a good feeling about what was to come.
Brooklyn wasn't too far of a drive from New Jersey, so there wasn't that much change in weather or scenery. The only thing I noticed was it seemed a lot cleaner and there were a lot more buildings and people to observe. I couldn't wait to see our new house.
I was fast asleep in the back of our red Toyota when my mum spoke,
"Callie" She whispered, "Callie.."
I woke suddenly to see we were now pulling into a gravel covered drive-way.
"This is our home..." She smiled leaning over from the front seat.
I looked up to see a two story cream painted house with a brown, wood grain front door and large windows. Bright green grass covered tightly around the rather large house and rose bushes lined against the black fence that bordered around the house. The one thing that I immediately noticed was that we had neighbours! Our house in New Jersey was isolated and the only neighbours we came across were the occasional possums that would wake us during the night and ducks that would happily play in the small pond in our back garden.
I opened the car door and decided to take a better look from outside and after just a minute of admiring what was now ours, I ran to the front door, eager to see what the inside of the house looked like.
My parents had allready made their way inside, my brother not far behind. I was amazed... every room looked at least five times bigger than what we had back in New Jersey. Steven and I then turned to each other, squinting with hungry looks on our faces. At that we both raced to the stairs that led to the next floor with everybody's bedrooms.
"I call shotgun!" I screamed as we hustled up the stairs pushing and shoving each other like we were five.
i liked that! i will use caved instead :)
Question #7:
need honest opinions about the beginning of my story?
I just want honest opinions as to whether I should continue- is my writing style any good? I mean it when i say honest. im 18. thankyouPrologue-
I continued running, stepping barefoot through the never ending forest of large pine trees as mud splashed onto my bare legs from the pouring rain. A thunderstorm was fast approaching.
Panting heavily, I finally made my way out into the open field of green grass and wilting yellow daisies, with the amazing Brooklyn mountains sitting so peacefully in the distance.
My knees plodded to the ground where more mud splashed onto my white, expensive dress, but i was far from concerned. I then screamed as loud as I could looking up into, what was now, the night sky with rain now soaking my hair. I cried hysterically not even caring if anybody was there witnessing my disgrace. My chest felt tight, there was a hole where my heart used to be, and I pleaded with the storm to strike me.
"Why?!" I screamed into the empty space "Why me?!" It was pointless, but I just hoped something, anything could hear me... that someone would just appear from behind me and tell me it's all over.... anything would be better than this... even death. I layed in the rain on my back, spoiling my dress further. I stared up at the sky sobbing to myself and knowing i would have to face reality sooner than later.
Chapter One
I was just eleven years old when my mother announced we were moving to New York. I was neither happy nor sad about the decision, as New Jersey didn't offer me much. I didn't have many friends, in fact, my family were my closest friends, my dad being number one. I spent most of my days struggling through school and when I had free time I would sit down and read. I could read all day if I was allowed. I had an imagination like no other. My parents would constantly have to snap me out of my day dreaming and would have to yell twice as loud when they called me to dinner because I was always buried deep into my books. I was only really happy when i was reading... and living my life through characters in books, as my life was quite dull and boring. Ballet was pretty much the only other way I could free my happiness. I had been taking classes since I was three and wanted to be a ballet teacher when I was older- I was set on that.
I was never told the exact reason why we were moving- my instincts told me it was because we just needed change. Nothing was really happening for us here and we had been here since the year I was born. I think Mum was interested in going back to school and finishing her degree in nursing and Dad never had any problems finding a job- as everybody seemed to adore him just the way I did and he was a top business man, so moving wouldn't have too much of an effect on him. He was a special man.. funny, intriguing, as friendly as one could be, he was my hero. My brother, Steven, was a lot like him except much more irritating and not quite as smart- but god, did they look alike. Dark features, olive skin, perfectly straight teeth. I looked a lot like my mum- she was tall, slender with long, wavy brown hair. She was very trendy and was more into the fashion than I was. I was often asked if she was my older sister. I loved my mum but we just didn't have a connection like my dad and I.
It was the day of the big move and as the large black and white furniture trucks took off, we followed right behind. I took one last look at our small, apartment sized house and smiled with excitement about what was awaiting us in Brooklyn. I had a good feeling about what was to come.
Brooklyn wasn't too far of a drive from New Jersey, so there wasn't that much change in weather or scenery. The only thing I noticed was it seemed a lot cleaner and there were a lot more buildings and people to observe. I couldn't wait to see our new house.
I was fast asleep in the back of our red Toyota when my mum spoke,
"Callie" She whispered, "Callie.."
I woke suddenly to see we were now pulling into a gravel covered drive-way.
"This is our home..." She smiled leaning over from the front seat.
I looked up to see a two story cream painted house with a brown, wood grain front door and large windows. Bright green grass covered tightly around the rather large house and rose bushes lined against the black fence that bordered around the house. The one thing that I immediately noticed was that we had neighbours! Our house in New Jersey was isolated and the only neighbours we came across were the occasional possums that would wake us during the night and ducks that would happily play in the small pond in our back garden.
I opened the car door and decided to take a better look from outside and after just a minute of admiring what was now ours, I ran to the front door, eager to see what the inside of the house looked like.
thanks a lot :) yeh.. i tend to write it simply then i go over it over and over adding more descriptive stuff etc to make it better.... thats what i did with my prologue. :)
thankyou for your honesty gina- i really do want the truth lol- i will try and improve on what u said! x x
and my story is called Still in Love with Me
Question #8:
does any truck driving comppany or school pay for your training in a cdl to work for them in northern nj?
looking to get a cdl for new jersey area need a good jobQuestion #9:
what is his problem?
I have been seeing this guy for 6 mths now I am 27 he is 37. When we first got together everything was reakky good he met my family and my whole family loved him. He would also say how much he loved my family too cuz he lost his parents when he was 26. After about 2 weeks he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes because we got along so well and had a lot of fun together and he would come to my house everynite and we would just hang out and watch movies all nite we had already slept together like the 1st 2 wks into it. He said he loved spending time w/me and we were like 2 peas in a pod. He also took me with him to new jersey to meet his family and his brothers cousins,grandmother and we had a really good time. Well in february he went away to truck driving school and he called me no stop as soon as he got there from his cell phone we would talk all the time and he calle dme like 8 times aday. Then in march he told me he had to work on himself and he couldnt talk to meout of the blue. Then he calle dme again in may and we started talking as friends then he told me he loved me wich he did be4 when we first were together and wanted to marry me. So we started a long distance realationship again. I told him I love him to and he said are u in love with me or do u just love me I said Im in love w/u and he said he was in love w/me too. Anyway he was calling me about 8 times a day again then all of a sudden 2 wks ago he told mehe cant talk to kme anymore out of the blue and everything was going so good between us I just dont gey him. He has not called me in 2 wks and when i tryed 2 call him he ignores my calls. What did I do? Is he confused or scared does he still love me or even care? Honest ansers plz thank you
Question #10:
Do you agree with this Sanctuary City Enables Criminal Illegal Immigrants Y/N/Why ?
In yet another tragedy resulting from the protection sanctuary cities offer illegal immigrants, a woman who had previously pleaded guilty to driving without a valid license slammed her van into a Minnesota school bus this week, killing four children and injuring 14 others.The illegal alien (Alainiss Morales) ran a stop sign and struck the school bus in Cottonwood, causing it to roll over onto a truck and tragically kill the innocent kids, ages 9 to 13. In 2006 Morales pleaded guilty in nearby Chippewa County to driving without a valid license.
The reckless illegal immigrant continued living, working and driving in Minnesota because the state has three known sanctuary cities—Minneapolis, St. Paul and Worthington—that protect illegal aliens. They officially do it through local resolutions, executive orders or city ordinances. Police in those municipalities also have policies that forbid officers from asking about immigration status.
Minneapolis, where this particular illegal alien evidently lived, made its sanctuary policy official in 2003 by passing an ordinance that bars police from asking about immigration status or enforcing immigration laws. Measures like these allow the state’s estimated 60,000 illegal immigrants to roam freely without fear of being deported.
Dozens of cities around the nation offer illegal immigrants official sanctuary even though the policies defy guidelines created by the 9/11 Commission Report, which specifically calls on state and local authorities to help federal agencies crack down on illegal immigration. Incredibly, the federal government has taken no action to ensure compliance.
Major cities offering illegal immigrants sanctuary include Los Angeles, San Francisco, Detroit, Anchorage, Houston, Baltimore, New York, Seattle, Albuquerque and Portland. Many smaller municipalities (Aztec New Mexico, Ashland Oregon and Orleans Massachusetts to name a few) also offer the protection.
These local governments’ don’t-ask-don’t-tell policies have enabled illegal immigrants with existing criminal records to remain in the country and commit atrocious crimes against Americans. Examples include the murder of an Arizona police officer, the New Jersey schoolyard murders of three students and a previously deported drunken Mexican who killed an entire family on a Houston highway. Click Here
My other question is what should be done about Sanctuary Cities?
Question #11:
truck driving school class a new jersey?
has anybody had a good exp. and got a jobQuestion #12:
truck driving school class a?
after completing school how likeley is it to find work in new jerseyQuestion #13:
Who are Mexican president's humble but elusive kin ?
MORELIA, MEXICO — As many as half the citizens of the home state of Mexican President Felipe Calderon are believed to be working in the United States. So it was no great surprise when Calderon revealed recently that among Michoacan's migrants were some of his own kin.What's odd is that apparently no one here in Calderon's hometown, not even his family, seems to know who they are.
"I don't know of any relative that is or has been in the United States," said Luis Gabriel Calderon Hinojosa, a physician and the president's eldest brother. "There are more than 100 cousins and we're all over the place. Maybe, by chance, there's someone on the other side."
At an international news conference with President Bush last week, Calderon said that he had relatives working in the fields, "probably handling the vegetables you eat." He cited them, as he had during last year's presidential campaign, to urge a new U.S. immigration accord and more investment in the Mexican economy to slow the expatriate flow.
"I hope one day I can see them, greet them, hug them," Calderon told Bush and reporters.
Calderon's poignant revelation that he had family working the lowest rungs of the U.S. labor market triggered a brief media stampede to find out who they were. Later, his office said it would not reveal any names, to protect the relatives' privacy.
Many in this state capital, including Calderon's former high school teacher, were puzzled by the news.
"The Calderons are not farmers," said Father Eliseo Albor, who taught the president and three of his four siblings at the private Instituto Valladolid. "They don't have the need to cross the border…. They've done well. They've got good jobs."
A cadre of presidential police guard the home where Calderon grew up and where his mother, Maria del Carmen Hinojosa de Calderon, still lives. It is a walled, three-story stucco house in an aging but upscale neighborhood. The president's late father was a founder of Calderon's National Action Party, known as PAN.
The state PAN president, Francisco Javier Morelos Borja, said he didn't doubt Calderon's claim. "Nearly all of us have someone abroad," he said. Maybe they're relatives of Calderon's mother, from Puruandiro, he said. The town of about 65,000 has one of the state's highest emigration rates.
Morelia Mayor Salvador Lopez Ordu–a has been pals with Calderon since childhood and grew up on the next block.
"I'm sure they have relatives who are migrants," said Lopez, who's seeking the PAN nomination for governor. "They could be from Puruandiro, or if not, some other pueblo. I don't know of anyone, personally, but I'm sure it's true."
In Puruandiro, a 90-minute drive north of Morelia, signs of the region's longtime migration patterns are everywhere: pickup trucks with U.S. license plates. The town is small enough for people to know where to find a Calderon relative.
"Yes, we're cousins," said Jesus Madrigal Hinojosa, the owner of an auto repair shop. "But I don't know of any relatives living in the United States."
Calderon's description of relatives working with lettuce and other vegetables suggests they would be in California, which supplies most of the nation. Tens of thousands of Mexican immigrants work fields in the Imperial Valley, the Oxnard Plain and the Salinas Valley, as well as the Sacramento and San Joaquin valleys.
Michoacan has supplied California with field hands for generations. But a brief survey of passersby in Morelia's main plaza revealed the reach of their relatives' work abroad: New York high-rise construction, San Jose tiling, Los Angeles roofing, Oregon logging, Sacramento fruit packing and New Jersey factory work.
Shoeshine man Gabriel Ortega Zarco, 55, said eight of his 10 children are working illegally in New Jersey. "My kids tell me to meet them up north, but I'm too old for that," he said. "The last time I was up there I froze" for three days.
Nearby, Father Gabriel Ruiz, a parish priest, said he had known the Calderon family for six years but didn't know about any relatives living in the United States. The president's mother attends Mass two or three times a week in Our Lady of Fatima parish. "She's very reserved, never talks," he said, "so I wouldn't know much."
Juan Luis Calderon, a civil engineer described by the president in his biography as his closest sibling, heads the local water agency. The mayor's office called to arrange for a interview with him Tuesday to clear up the matter. He tentatively agreed.
Later on Tuesday, however, Juan Luis Calderon's secretary said her boss could not make the meeting. And on Wednesday, she said he would be busy the rest of the week.
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Question #14:
Did you read about the CLASH with illegals??
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RIVERSIDE, New Jersey (Reuters) - Opponents of a local law cracking down on illegal immigrants clashed on Sunday with residents chanting "go home" as both sides proclaimed their loyalty to the United States.
An estimated 300 to 400 people gathered outside the town hall to protest a recently passed ordinance that bans hiring or renting to illegal immigrants, who are accused of overburdening local services such as schools and hospitals without paying taxes.
The protesters, representing the largely Brazilian immigrant community of Riverside, were heckled by about 500 counter-demonstrators kept at bay by police on the other side of the town's main intersection.
As immigration supporters accused the town's council of racism, opponents chanted "USA, USA" and waved placards saying "Scram" and "Stop Illegal Immigration." A passing pickup truck drew loud cheers by flying a Confederate flag with the motto "The South Will Rise Again."
Riverside, with a population of about 8,000, is the latest community to pass local regulations on illegal immigration in the absence of a federal law that would address the estimated 12 million illegal immigrants currently in the United States.
U.S. lawmakers are trying to reconcile a bill in the House of Representatives that emphasizes stronger border controls and stiff penalties, with that of the Senate, which seeks a path to citizenship for eligible immigrants.
A similar law was adopted by the Pennsylvania town of Hazleton in July. Both Hazleton and Riverside, about 20 miles from Philadelphia, are being sued on the grounds that only the federal government has legal authority over immigration.
Rev. Miguel Rivera, president of the National Coalition of Latino Clergy and Christian Leaders, called the Riverside law "racist." He criticized Mayor Charles Hilton by saying his initiative in passing the law was equivalent to the Confederate flag being flown by the counter-demonstrators.
Across the street, several people held placards with pictures of Rivera, accusing him of racism and saying "Take Your Trash Elsewhere."
Opponents' chants of "go home" were countered by calls of "we are home" from immigrants' supporters. Demonstrators on both sides waved the U.S. flag and claimed their allegiance to the United States.
Larry Mourey, 52, who said he had lived all his life in Riverside, denied there was any racism in his support for the town's ordinance. He said he had no problem with immigrants as long as they were legal but objected to paying taxes to support illegal ones.
Lindsey Sickler, 19, said she supported the ordinance because the illegal immigrants were using local services without paying taxes, and their children are driving down school test scores because they can't speak English.
"If we were in their country and doing the same thing, they would be trying to get us out," she said.
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