Cheeky Chatty

I don't want to seem insensitive, but really...everywhere you turn nothing seems positive.  Even the neighbor who chased a man down, that kidnapped a little girl, has left the news stream, and now all you see is plastic..I mean plastered entertainment news of Kim Kardashian's wedding.  Which no one gives a damn about.  I'm not even interested in how they found a dress to fit her ass, because she's not the only one with a badunkadunk. Also, just today, I somehow stumbled upon a link that shows a slight concern of China's military buildup.  Should we be the only ones fortified in force, in the world?  I realize the greater threat of a country being an equal threat to our military, but I did find a slight humor in our government's cunning smile and politely saying, " Watch yourself...".   Needless to say, I was searching all over the world today for some happy teary eyed news, and didn't find anything.  I even though it would be humorous to see Bear...

Sometimes you do all you can do to, in an attempt to create a healthy environment.  However, no matter what the elements are, you try hard as hell to create something that just cannot be, for that moment in time.  Internally, you try to rationalize what you may be doing wrong and end up overdoing everything right, not realizing that you are not the issue. For months, weeks, and days, I have wanted to have a conversation with a certain someone.  I wanted to let him know the dungeon he created, in which we lived in; and how I waited patiently for him unlock the doors, and allow us access to the rest of the castle.  Unfortunately, I recently realized that it would not be worth while.  For me, it will most likely open old wounds, and for him an unrecollected dubious past.  Denying the obvious facts of being a functional alcoholic. Either way, I accept my life for what it was, and I neither have any ill will nor malcontent; but best wishes.  Life d...

While sipping my cocktail and checking my various dating websites; I can't but help notice how they suck.  Why do I have to pay to see who viewed my profile?  Why do I have to pay to check my messages?  Where does the money go?  Unlike my childcare website, you pay for membership fees and access to a gigantic database of babysitters, child care and Au pair information; as well as the ability to view background checks, references, and reviews.  However, on dating websites, there aren't STD reports, background checks, or discounts to restaurants (good idea!).  So why isn't it a free service like...hmmm, social websites? In retrospect, trying the whole dating thing sucks.  I don't go out, and I easily loose interest in looking...and it's only been a couple of days!  Also, I don't know if I have the capabilities of dating a civilian.  I have yet to date anyone outside the military.  Officially, I have not dated since...'06.  Therefore,...

For weeks it lived under the flap of short small box, within a woven web.  The box itself sat on the floor not more than four feet from the right of my bed; which too lied on the floor, absent from a box spring.  Day in and night out, I glared at it's long legs and oblong torso, questioning it's existence and placement.  Silently telling it, that the end is near. Upon arriving home everyday from work, I checked to see if it's migratory instincts had taken affect, only to find it steadfast and loyal to its new found home.  Finally, the day of days had arrived, and I glanced at the spider before heading out for the day.  This is it. Back at home, I grabbed the broom and prepared my well thought out plan, only to find that the course of life had carried out it's deed.  For there it lay, on it's back...and legs bent in their finality.  Guilt arose from the days of contemplation, and I was saddened by the death of an unlikely friend.

Non discriminatory, non forgiving and encompassing all, is death.  Memento Mori, is the Latin phrase meaning to "Remember your mortality", and can bring a certain perspective to life, and your current frame of mind. As a child, I use to hyperventilate and cry uncontrollably to myself on thoughts of death.  It only worsened when I was taught "The Book of Revelations".  From then on, my idea was to live a reclusive life, and not involve myself with a familial status (and pray to God, I died before the end of the world).  All in hopes to escape the grim reality of death touching loved ones.  Perhaps it was then people became oblivious to me.   Never had I went in search for friends or relationships, but always allowed whatever to happen  non discriminatory.  How is my reclusive life going?  Single divorcee, enjoying her two weeks of freedom. Since my teenage years, I grew a new perspective on death.  When I began ...

Beneath the ground from which we lay,  objectified by people who have gone astray. It wasn't us who wronged you, or stained your life but it was us, who ultimately paid the price. If I could I would, wrap my arms around you, and give you a big bear hug, or hold your face within my hands, and tell you you are loved. We're all here together within this circle of life, gaining our foot in freedom, enduring our own personal strife Perhaps our goal was to help you see, what you failed to see, that what bothers you, may also have an adverse effect on me. However our lives have crossed into this travesty, there is no denying that you still objectified another human being.

So, China finished building their 26.4 mile long bridge called Jiaozhou Bay Bridge in Qingdao, China .   Not only can I not pronounce that, but I could not see myself driving over it...maybe with a parachute, and life vest.  I tingle just driving over the Annapolis Bay Bridge, and to see this shiver me timbers !  I wonder who the first driver was?  As usual the U.K., has a plethora of unbiased information (which is why I love them!), but you can read all about the bridge and view some awesome pictures at Mail Online .  Anywho, I was trolling the Internet and came across the bridge while drinking my Soju and orange juice, and had to share this pivotal historic moment.  We are living in such interesting times, that there is no reason to exaggerate anything, because it's all just bizarre.  Well, back to my concoction I go :)