Getting back to it

Today is the first day of the rest of my life... unless it's the last day in which case, it's the rest of my life.

I haven't written in so long, I was beginning to think that I would forget how to put words into thoughts and then onto 'paper'.  I stopped writing for a lot of reasons, the main one being, I don't really think anyone reads what I write.  What's the point of writing fi no on sees it.  That's where I have been for a while now.  I thought, no one cares about what I have to say, why bother saying anything.  It's not like I'm writing the great American novel or anything worth noting, just my random thoughts of life and living in this time and age.  I have a few drafts of thoughts I had and then, either I didn't have time to finish what I was thinking or I just didn't finish it.

So, what has changed that got me to the computer this morning.  Nothing has changed at all.  I just forgot that for me, writing is an outlet.  It's how I take my anger and put it into words that make sense to no one else but me.  Thus the Lunatic name.  And I know that I spelled it wrong.  I'm so silly like that.

My young one is doing a research paper on books and why she wants to write a book.  As my husband and I tried to explain to her last night, books have a way of changing people as well as changing the course of human history.  I said, The Communist Manifesto was a book that changed the world.  Hitler's book was a best seller and who knows what our world would look like if he hadn't written it.

She told us that they finished watching the movie Coco yesterday in Spanish class, which totally lead into my speech last night.  I said that whole movie is part of something I heard a bit of last year.  It was a video from Jason Silva and he was talking about the three deaths a person has.  The first one is when you're young and you become aware of your own mortality.  You realize for the first time that things die and they don't come back and your'e part of the things that die.  It's pretty heavy when you're young.  The second death is when you actually die.  When your heart stops beating, your lungs no longer suck in air and your body is done.  Everyone will go through this death.  No one gets out of it.  The third death, and probably the most important, is the last time someone speaks your name.  This one was very heavy for me.  When no one knows who you were or what you did.  When you are not even a memory.  My husband brought up a story of Achilles.  When he left home, his mother told him, if you stay here, you will find great love and happiness.  You will have children and grandchildren, but your memory will fade.  If you leave this place, you will have glory and great success in battle, and your memory will live forever.  Notice that in the book he is mentioned, The Odessy, by Homer, was written in the 8th century.  How many thousands of years ago?  We still talk about him, we still make movies about him, we still want to know about his life.  Achilles will never die.  I told my daughter, to write a book is to live forever.  To write a book is to never have that third death.

Whether or not she uses my ideas in her paper, which she should, I know that she has the desire to write.  At this point, it needs to develop a little bit, but she's 12.  It's all good.  For me, I still wonder if I will ever write that book I have been talking about for years.  I have made the resolution and goals to finish it this year, every year.  I don't know if it will ever happen.  No one reads what I write now, what makes me think anyone would read a book I wrote.  Still, there is this desire to put it out there.  For others who have been through the same thing.  To let them know, shit happened to me too, and I fought for what I have now because I didn't see giving up as a possibility.

So here I am again.  Back to the drawing board.  Stay tuned, who knows what will come and what I might find I can do.  For now, it's time to get going and get ready for work.. Have a good Tuesday.

Hello

Sunset walk 

Hello there.. It's been a while.  I thought I would take this opportunity to get reacquainted with one another.

I'll go first... Hello... My name is Julia.  Today marks the anniversary of a day that I watched in horror as the world as I knew it changed.  But, that's not what I wanted to talk about today.

For some of you dear readers, we may believe different things, worship in different ways, have different ideas and solutions to the problems we face.  But, again, that's not what is on my mind tonight.

This week was suicide awareness and in a stroke of irony, life has dealt us the untimely death of a young man in my community.  He was young; 15 in fact.  He did not make it.  I cannot express how deeply this has effected my family and I.  And I as type these words, the music of what one could be considered one of the saddest songs ever written.  The pain and anguish that is felt so completely in this song is utterly heart wrenching.

It's so strange and surreal for us right now.  This young man had been a good friend to my little one.  They had become quick friends, rode bikes together.  He stood up for my little one when the bully on the bus was being a mean bully.  He was a gem for sure.  And for reasons I will never know of, he took his life.  I was called by the school since they knew that they were friends.  I have really only had one other moment that I could compare the gut wrenching experience this was.  I don't want to ever have to deal with either of those again.  Sadly, death will continue in my life as well as everyone else's.

I have had to deal with death a lot more recently too.  I am not good with death.  In fact, when it comes to me being ok with going to a funeral, I am not the greatest.  I will go to this one.  So will the rest of my small family.  My heart aches for this young man's father.  From what I have been told, his mother had passed.  I can't imagine the anguish and grief of this man.  I am so saddened by it.  My eyes have cried a lot for the whole picture of it.  What we lost, what my little one lost, for his family's loss, the community, as well as a future that was stolen too soon.      

It's not fair.  It's not easy to understand why a young person could not see that there was tomorrow just on the horizon.  I cannot wrap my head around the amount of hopelessness that he must have felt in order to go through with such a thing.  I have tried to tell my baby that we may not always see eye to eye, that there is likely going to be a time when she gets into trouble and I get mad.  But there will never be a time when I will be better off without you.  We are all young and do silly stupid things.  It's not new and kids will do sill stupid things for as long as there are kids allowed to play and enjoy being young.  With age comes wisdom.  Wisdom comes from experience.  Experience, unfortunately, comes from bad choices.  We learn as we get older and hopefully we can be happy.  I mean, that's the goal, right.  To be happy.  To enjoy the little things in life that give us so much joy.  Laughing at each other, playing.  I couldn't imagine a better life than to just be happy.  With life in general.

I hope that I am able to teach my girls this.  I know that with me personally, I have a love hate relationship with myself.  I think I am good person most of the time, but then, I can't say that I'm perfect.  I am sometime caddy and can be a mean bitch.  I don't take to new people at work easily and I am very guarded.  But under neath it all, I am a pretty nice person.  At least I think so.  I have a tendency to self evaluate on a regular basis.  And by regular I mean like every few days or so.  Not all the time or anything like that, which would be better, but, I do try to see what I am doing from an external point of view and see what can I do better next time.  I should do this daily in fact.  But once I take a look, I try to see if I am doing something that I don't like, then I try to stop.  If there is something about myself that I don't like, I have only two choices that I can make about it.  I can either fix it, or deal with it as is.  Sometimes I need to change and I don't.  Sometimes I do change what I don't like.  Sometimes I make stupid choices.  But I try to maintain being happy all the time.  There are days and moments, of course, that I am not.  But one those days I try to remember if I have taken my meds or not, and if I haven't, then I do so at that time.  It's not always going to be perfect, but I can try.

I digress.  It's time for bed for me now.  I am looking forward to a good night's sleep.  Well, I am hoping for a good night's sleep at least.  Good night my friends...

A Matter of Treason

In my short life, I have never been able to understand why do some people still believe the lies as told by one who is in charge.  I have so many die hard Trump supporter friends that I find them to be more and more repulsive as the days progress.

Why do I feel this way, you may be asking right now dear reader.  Let me put it to you as I have recently read...
           

          "The anger over Trump is not about a political loss.  It's about the realization that so          many Americans are ok with the kind of person he is.

Please understand that I am not mad at you because Clinton lost.  I am totally unconcerned that you and I have different 'politics'.  And I don't think less of you because you voted one way and I another.

No, I think less of you because you watched an adult mock a disabled person while addressing a crowd and still supported him.  I think less of you because you saw a candidate spout clear racism day after day and still backed him.  I think less of you because you heard him advocate for war crimes and still thought he should be given the reins of government.  I think less of you because you watched him equate a woman's worth to where she landed on a scale of 1 to 10.  I less of you because you stood by silently while he labeled Mexicans as criminals and Muslims as terrorists.

It wasn't your politics I found repulsive.  No, it was your willingness to support someone who spouts racism, sexism, and cruelty almost every time he opens his mouth.  You sided with a bully when it should have mattered most, and that is something I will never be able to forget.So, in response to your post-election expression of hope, no, you and I won't be 'coming together to move forward.'  Obviously, the president-elect discuss me; but it is the fact that he doesn't disgust you that will stick with me long after the election." -Phil Shailer, Hollywood

 I found this, and clearly it was written before POTUS took office.  I cannot agree more with this.  It defines how I have felt about this man taking office since I cried on election night.  Not because it was he that won, but because, as a Liberal, I am proud to think of myself as someone who is a forward thinker, it was like watching a bad movie where it's like you know what the end it, yet, there is no stopping it.  He won and since then, it's been nothing but how great he is and how smart he is and wonderful of a person he is.

I have to say though, in the last near two years, all I have seen is a man who wants to start little fights with people, get into a pissing contest with other world leaders to see if he has a big dick.  He is what I am stuck with until the next election comes along.  And what kills me, is seeing how the rest of the world now sees the country that I would die to protect.  It's like watching the fall of the Roman Empire and helpless to stop it.  

I have remained silent for a long time.  I have watched and been subjected to men and women tell me how wonderful they think he is, the whole time knowing that I am prohibited from saying a word to them in regards to this.  I have tried to make my voice heard, I have voted, which is more than I can say about a lot of my friends, a fact that completely escapes me on how they can just sit by and do nothing. His decisions are effecting everyone around me.  Now I hear that they new candidate for the Supreme Court is going to try to overrule Roe v Wade.  All I can think is how we are going backwards in our progress.  Pretty soon, I am sure I will be told I'm not allowed to drive, and then hold a job.  And for what?! 

I hear that abortion is wrong because it's in the Bible that we shouldn't kill anyone, but, I have yet to hear that we are going to be stoning women for divorcing thier husbands.  I have heard that it's against god's law to be gay, but, we still eat pork, and that was a deadly sin.  I love how so many can pick and chose what parts of that book they want to spout at me, yet, they forget the other parts about it because it's not something that we have to worry about now... Everyone loves bacon right?  Half of American's are divorced right?  

We sit back and preach how great our country is and how much of a world power we are, yet, we are on the brink of another civil war.  We are crumbling from the inside and the whole world is watching this.  

Now, onto the matter of treason... 

I came across this little ditty last week and I was so horrified with it I couldn't comment on it at the time.  And this is what gets me.  The photos are of former heads of state with Vladimir Putin, the President of Russia.  And yes, he did meet with all those lovely folks that he's pictured with.  Now, for those who don't know, in every meeting that our POTUS has, there are a variety of others in the room with him, recording every move, every action of others, every single detail is noted.  It's not that we are upset that Trump met with him.  It's that he decided that he would meet with him in private, with no one there to hear anything being said.. I'm sure Mr. Putin had the conversation recorded, but POTUS wouldn't allow even his secret service guard in the room.  This all coming at a time when the CIA, FBI, and other intelligence agencies have firm evidence that Mr. Putin tampered with our election in 2016, in favor of the current POTUS.  This looks an act of treason to me.  An open act of actually taking the word of Mr. Putin over that of our intelligence agencies because, well, he said he didn't do it, so why wouldn't he believe him.  And then he, POTUS, came out on television and said that he pretty sure that Russia didn't have anything to do with it.  At no time did any of these other individuals met with him in private with no recordings or others present.  This to me screams of treason.  

So you can keep your holier than thou bullshit and shove up your asses!  I'm done being quiet with this.  Because, this is a matter everyone needs to hear about.    

On this Veteran's Day...

There was much on my mind this morning as I set out on my run.  Today in America, we celebrate our Veterans.  It's a national holiday and it's one that I will always take it off if I work at a place that is open for business on this day.

When I took off for my run, I will had taken a break just prior to my run, and was starting to feel the effects of myself relaxing into a rhythm.  I was breathing easily and listening to my music.  I began to think about this day.  What it is, what does it mean to me, how has the military changed me, and the likes of that.  I thought about my service for the majority of my 5 plus miles today.  Mostly, I think about what it means to me to be a veteran in this country today.  My pace was very good and I was feeling like I was on cloud nine through out the run today.  When I think back to why I joined the Navy, I am glad that I had to go through all of the stupid petty things to get there.  In fact, Alexia had a lot more to do with it then I think she realizes it.  I missed my sister more than I knew was possible.  She was my best friend and I hated being away from her.. I still do in fact.  I knew enough about boot camp from her letters that I would just have to embrace the suck of what boot camp was.  And I did.  And I got through it mostly pretty good.  I felt good, I had lost weight, I thought I looked good for the first time that I could remember.  I thought about my first Veteran's Day as an active duty Sailor.  I was just leaving Great Lakes after boot camp and then three months in A school.  I was heading home for Thanksgiving before going to my first duty station, U.S.S John F. Kennedy (CV-67).

That's when I really started to think about what it means to be brave and have courage.  Everyone I know who has ever served has had what I like to call that Oh Shit, What The Fuck Have I Signed Up For? moment.  I remember mine very clearly.  It's not the boot camp wasn't scary, I knew it was going to be hard, but this, this was much more frightening for me.  For one, durning the time I was in A School, our country had declared war, for two, I'm about to leave on deployment in a month.

For the last three months I had been in A School with Alexia and I was having a blast.  If I had known what fun it was going to be, I would have joined a lot sooner.  I was so skinny, and I had the time of my life being young and not caring and not knowing what the next day was going to bring, especially in a time of war.  We lived at the edge of our seats, wondering if the people we met in school were going to be part of a crew of a ship that might not make it back.

When I got to Jacksonville that night, it was a Thursday night, I got off my plane to find that they lost my luggage.  It was a sea bag, it had everything in it.  All of my clothes, toothbrush, contacts, everything.  Fuck.  I take a taxi to the base and as I'm talking to this man, he was very kind and told me not to be too scared, it was going to be ok.  We finally get to base, which, for whatever reason that I don't understand, was on the ocean (and I know it sounds stupid, but when you've lived inland your whole life, nothing prepares you for that vast deep blue that goes on forever.  I somehow forgot that I was going to be literally on the ocean.).  We come up to the ships in the harbor and begin to drive around to where my ship was suppose to be docked... As it turns out, it was not there.  But there were about 8 or 9 ship in port that night.  They had Christmas lights on the lines, it was so pretty and yet these things were massive.  I had never guessed how big they could have been due to the fact that I had never seen a ship up close before.  I knew they were going to be big but oh holy shit.

At this point I am about 2 miles into my run and I am loving the skyline.  I noticed that the sunrise is in these hues of red and orange and yellow.  I am listening to my music and Stonger is playing and I realize that it's true.  What didn't kill me, made me so much stronger than I thought I could be.  I survived things that I didn't think I would ever go through, and I made it.... I stop to take a photo and keep going onward.... on the road and in my mind...

I could go into what happened that weekend, but, suffice to say, I survived, not totally unscathed though. I put my uniform on that Monday morning, I had been able to retrieve my luggage on Sunday afternoon, and the duty driver and I took off for Mayport Naval Station.  I get back to the base in the day light and I am now even more overwhelmed by what is in front of me.  I am clutching my orders in their brown envelope to my chest, trying to breathe and just look as relaxed as possible.  I don't think I was very convincing at that.  We come around this corner and there is this air craft carrier in front of us, looming and it's the scariest thing I have ever seen.  I don't think I have ever been more afraid in the whole of my life, even still.  Once the van stopped, I knew this was it.  I had to get out of it and board the ship.

I come to my trail on my run, and walk across the street with the dog.  She's pretty excited about running this morning, as am I.  I thought for a moment about what my life as a Veteran does now.  On a Federal holiday, I am up before sunrise to run 5 miles.  I get to watch the sunrise today, thinking about how my love is watching the sun come up at work right now.  The skyline looks different, but, he's with my even now... I take comfort in that thought.  I notice that my meds are starting to wear off and I would have liked to take some with me so I can enjoy the run as much as I have been, but, I keep going, one foot in front of the other....

To try to explain the fear I had in that moment is a moot point.  If you have never done something like that, you won't understand what it means.  But through all of that fear and trepidation, I managed to put one foot in front of the other and I made it to the ship's brow.  I know I was shaking and my voice cracked when I asked permission to board and then handed them my orders.  I can't remember much else about that first day, but I know I was sick that first few days, and I was scared to death for the first week.

Time goes by and you fall into a routine, and that routine becomes your life.  You start to loosen up a bit and start to talk to the people that you live with, because make no mistake about it, you live on that ship.  You eat, sleep, work, everything and that's a new feeling all to itself.  If you had no vehicle, you walked everywhere on base or you got a cab and went out in town.  When my LPO had duty, he would loan me his car so I could get off the base and go do stuff that I needed to do.  I learned to go have dinner by myself, and go to the mall and shopping by myself and I started to gain a sense of self confidence that I had never really known before.

I could go on about what happened in the years that followed but, that's not what I wanted to talk about today.  It's that moment of being so scared and you keep going.  Your days may run together and the fear never leaves you, but, it becomes part of the routine.  It keeps you alert and on your toes.  Despite all of it, you find uncommon friendship, and a sense of commonality that binds you to each other.  I can tell you that as part of the elite that is known as Naval Engineering, we are bound to our shipmates, good, bad or otherwise.

Not everyone I served with is here today.  The first one I remember hearing about was MM3 Fowler.  He died in a motorcycle accident.  And then Dax from H2S poisoning.  And then slowly the years creep by, and we lose more, like Greewald to ALS, whom I didn't particularly care for, but whose death had a huge impact on me.  Ryder who when he passed I wept for him, and couldn't figure out why.. He was always in our shop talking to Jarod, he was always so kind.  A beautiful soul.  I can't tell you how many other vets I hear talk about the ones they have lost too, and it breaks my heart in so many ways.  Yet, I can't say how many times since leaving the Navy I too have gone toe to toe with my demons and managed to fight them off, not all have that same luck I do.

For those I served with, you are the reason I have social media, even the ones I don't talk to.  For the women in particular, you have impacted my life in so many ways, each and every one of you.  I can't say that I am good or even mediocre friend, but, I watch you and smile for your victories and cry when you lose something dear.  I love that you all have so much love of country, and aren't afraid to show it.  I can say many things that I am or that I have done, but none compare with the pride of being able to say, I am proud to be a Naval Engineer, I am damn proud to be a Navy Veteran.

And with that I made it home from my run this morning, 5 miles under the belt for this holiday.  Have a great day all.. And I passed 1200 km for the year, I'm pretty jazzed about that.
Happy Running All~

The state of the State

Well now, it's been a few months since the 45th took office and I'm still not impressed with his actions nor his choice for cabinet members.  Thus far it has seemed like everything that President Obama put into effect, he's signing orders reversing these directives.  I'm so lost and I am so hopeful that we don't end in all sorts of nuclear Holocaust.

However, my dislike for 45 is not why I am writing tonight.  I have some thoughts of some of the news issues that have been going on.  My main thing has been the whole scandal with United Airlines.  I am not a member of the airlines community, I am not an expert of policy and procedure of United Airlines either, so I can only have my opinion on this whole thing.

So, this is my take on it.  To start with, according to what I have read from members of the airline community, flights are not overbooked to start with.  To say that they are overbooked seems to me that they have yet to master how to count seats and people, and even my lovely 10 year old can do that, so, it's wasn't that the flight was overbooked.  A flight had been cancelled and instead of being able to ask for volunteers while they were still sitting in the terminal, the cancelation was, by definition, emergency.  Thus, the passengers were already on the flight and taking their seats.  When asked if 4 people could give up their seat for the crew that needed to get somewhere, no one did.  At this point, knowing that no one volunteered for this, they had to draw names.  I can only assume that after telling the passengers that they would be voluntold to leave the flight, those four would not be happy campers in any way.  Of course they would be reimbursed for the cost.  Three people got up when their numbers or seats had been called.  I know if it had been me and I had been told that I would have to give up my seat, I would be upset, but, I digress.  The forth and final passenger who was to leave, refused to give up their seat.  He was a doctor and needed to be somewhere soon, thus he needed to stay on the flight.  This, as we all know, doesn't end well for him.  Police need to be called to get this gentleman off the flight in order to make room for this crew, the flight is now delayed, no one is going anywhere.  Now the cops have to be called.

In my experience, once the police have been called, there has been enough time that this person has tried to be reasoned with.  I am sure that as soon as the cops arrive in any situation, it's not probably the best thing.  The cops arrive and have to forcibly remove this gentleman from his seat.  He sustains injuries from this episode.  At no time do you hear anyone say that no, take my seat, don't hurt him, he's  a doctor.  Nope.  Not at all.  They all cry and whine and record this on their phones.  The other passengers weren't concerned about this man a few minutes before the cops were called.  No one else said they would give up their seats, so why are these same people crying foul?  It makes no sense to me.

I have also read excerpts of United Airlines Policy about this kind of thing, and yes, they are well within their rights to remove someone from a flight like this.  Does this mean that he needed to get his nose broken?  I don't know.  Police seem to amped up these days and on high alert from the last few years of the violence surrounding them and certain cases.  It can't be an easy job that they have, I tend to try to give both parties the benefit of the doubt until more comes out of it.

I think for me, it becomes a matter of being socially responsible.  We have become a society of selfish beings.  It's only about number one.  We don't like being responsible for our own actions, we think the world revolves around us and when we are unintentionally slighted, we blame others for it instead of thinking it may have something to do with us.   Or maybe just realize that it wasn't on purpose and some times, we have to accept that we don't always get our way.  Makes me so crazy.  And it's not just the millennials who have this going for them.  Lots of people my age and older have gotten so used to interacting with a computer screen, they have forgotten how to treat a person.  We look at a woman wanting to utilize Planned Parenthood as some sort of whores who are the lowest of the low.  What about seeing them as women who are trying to be responsible adults properly using contraception.  We have allowed the church for far too many years preach the only safe sex is abstinence, but, that's not a practical way to deal with raging hormones.  By taking away our interaction with each other has only social media has, we no longer empathize with others.  We only see what horrible people they must be for doing xyz...  It's out of control.

What will happen to this man, I don't know.  I don't actually care at this point either.  I find it to be more heinous of the other passengers to not give up their seats so this man could have stayed on the flight.  What will happen to United Airlines, only time will tell if this is something they end up losing massive customers for.  I know they have lost the man in question as a customer.  For me, I'm a big fan of Southwest Airlines for three little words.  Bags.  Fly.  Free.  Yay!!

I don't know how to fix this problem.  Get people to stop spending so much time with their electronics, yeah, not going to happen.  The less we have to interact with others, the happier so are becoming.  That's why I work in customer service.  That's actually why I like working where I do.  It may not be the best job, but I feel I'm pretty good at it, and I want to get better.  I like the people side to things.  But, more like helping them feel like someone is listening to what they need.  That's all they want, understanding.

So, here's to you and all that we may be able to understand together in this life. Peace Friends.  Be Responsible.  Be Happy.  Smile.  Help Others... They just need a hand.

Questions???

This week is nearly closed.  Tomorrow is Friday and then I shall have the wonderful pleasure of running.  A lot.  Like 20 miles over two days, which to some doesn't seem like a lot, but, it's good for me.  I will be doing a half marathon next weekend.  It's a virtual race, so I can do it anytime, but this is the week that I have chosen to do it.

The week began like most others.  Get up, go to work.  I had interviewed for a different position which would have been a good size raise, but, it would mean a longer commute.  I wanted it, but I wasn't sure if I was up for it.  I was not the one chosen, so, when I came home on Monday night, I was feeling pretty blue.  I cried and suddenly felt the total and complete insignificance that I have to the greater good of the world.  While I wasn't the person chosen, the one who was, is probably super excited and ready for what this job holds and is going to be great.  And in their world, it's everything.  And I started to ponder my own significance to my small world.

To the people with whom I share my personal life, I feel like I am a rockstar.  I have an amazing husband that I am head over heels for.  I have two beautiful girls who are so wonderful to be around.  I have my sisters that I love more than the world, (and that includes my sisters whom I have chosen, you are my sisters) and my parents whom I depend on still for emotional support.  I love the life I have.  I have been influenced by some amazing wonderful people whom I still call family, though miles and miles separate us.  There have been beautiful things that I have gone through, and there are some really shitty things that I have come out on the other of wondering how did I make it out.

I have known love of a few men, and for those I am very lucky to have known it. I have taken the good out of those experiences and moved on from the parts that made my heart hurt.  There have even been two that I would have run away with if they had asked me to drop every thing and go with them.

I have done very stupid things as well.  I have been an evil bitch to people just because I could.  I have been a huge bad shit talker.  but through all of these events, I have always felt that I was meant for something huge.  Something so much bigger than what I can understand, and for a long time, I have been under the impression that it had to do with having a lot of money.

The prospect of this job that I had seen, was the money aspect.  And in this line of thinking, due to the lifestyle with which I had become accustomed to, this was going to mean I was coming up in the world.  And, I couldn't see that which is was much more important than having money.  The ones that I share my life with, this is the significance of my life.  Now, the money aspect would have been lovely, but, it's not all that important.  What is important is sleeping upstairs.  What is important is the content of my character, and, my daily run which helps my mind.  What's important is that I am a good mother and a good wife and a friend.  What's important is not about being popular, but being fair.

I'm certainly not a perfect person, I make mistakes daily.  I make mistakes at work and that makes me crazy, I snap at my little one more than I should, but, I try to be better everyday.  And I may never be monetarily well off.  But I have riches.  I have riches beyond measure.  I have a family that I couldn't be more excited about, I have friends whom I trust, I have a job that wants me to stay and learn and move forward.  I have a car that run, and an apartment to live in that is a home in every respect.  I have more than 90% of the world.  I am so grateful for my life and what I do have.

Here's hoping for dreams that come true.  Good night all... Peace

The Sounds of Silence

I have not done my part of this side of the resolutions.  Not sure if I will be able to remedy that, but, it's all good.  I have been silent for a reason though.  Not because I was sick or hurt or incapacitated in any way, just haven't really turned on my computer in a while.  It's strange that I'm not on it all the time anymore.

There is so much going on in the last few months that for me, it's hard to come to grips with it.  I find it humorous at times but mostly frightening and sad and horrifying at the same time.  I can't understand what's going on, or why the letter R behind your name gives the idea that there are no consequences for actions.  Who is representing whom at this point? 

Anyhow, on to life.  My goal of running is coming along, slowly this month, but, it's only half way done, I plan on a late comeback for it.  I think signing up for another half at the end of April will give me something to shot for.  I have found a book on training plans.  I think I will use it.  I want to be able to qualify for the big one, Boston Marathon at some point in my life.  Sooner rather that later would be good, but, I can wait.  And train.  And be diligent in my training. 

Self evaluation is going well.  I have managed to do that a bit every day, and I think it helps.  Maybe one day I can be at work all day and not make a snide comment or one that may be taken the wrong way.  I am doing my best every day,  I guess that's all I can do.  This past month, I haven't been on my running as much as I would like to have been.  I needed to rest for a few days at the start of the month.  My shins were killing me, and for those 6 long days with no runs in them, I noticed how quickly my waist size can compound without my running daily.  I wore my compressing socks this whole time as well to make sure that the blood was doing it's thing in my legs properly.  Slowly, I got back to my normal running.  Well, as of now, a month after that rest.

I managed to run in my first major race this year.  The Rock 'N' Roll Marathon series in Phoenix is where I did my first half marathon race.  There were so many people there.  I was number 19074.  Started about an hour after the clock did, but, I was pleased with my performance.   I am really looking forward to signing up for a full marathon next year.  Yes, I will be brave enough to run a full marathon.  And I have some help from a book on training as well as a support group that is out of this world awesome.  I like that they all seem to want to be each other's cheerleaders for our successes and our downfalls.   It's like being in the Navy again, but with people who generally like to run more.  And longer.  And we smile more than my counter parts did out on the ocean.  I have signed up for a half at the end of the month.  I'm super excited about it.  It's a virtual race, but I think I should be out there, that morning of the race and know that while I'm not there with them right then, I'm with them, the whole 13.1 miles.  I already have my medal and shirt.  And the medal is a frame.  So I have a photo that is of my and my best friend at out first race together.  I keep trying to get Nessa to do more with me.  She's not a half person, which is cool. But she cheers me on and that is even better!

I think it must be getting old for some of my friends to read about me running.  I mean, it's really all I do and say that I do.  I shop for food and shit like that, I went bra shopping with Piper, and yet, all I was thinking about was running.  I have noticed a few little things in my body change as well since I began this journey two years ago.  I don't feel like I'm going nuts anymore.  This was certainly a huge thing for me.  One day it was the end of the world and the very next I was over the moon excited about not a damn thing.  Running gave me my attitude back.  It is also more expensive than what I had originally thought it would be.  Shoes are nice and pricey.  I try to pay a bit less for my clothes, which is why I shop at Ross, but I will pay good money for shoes that don't hurt.  It's imperative that I take care of my feet.  They are the base of my structure.  I have to make them happy.  They are the ones who absorb all of the shock of running and carrying this frame (and it's not that small of a frame).

Work seems to be good.  I am enjoying my job.  I like the people that I work with, all of them in fact. I am working on moving up.  I am hopeful, but, if it doesn't happen, I will keep trying and pushing forward.  No need to cry in my Cheerios for too long.  I still long to do massage.  I love doing it, and it makes me feel at peace with life.  Not too sure why, but, it does.  I just can't do 7 in a day and not hurt from it.  I still have dreams for it.  About getting a job as the corporate massage therapist for Gravity Payments.  I know it would be an amazing adventure to do that.  I keep trying.  Tonight it may be wishful thinking, but, something in the back of my head says don't give up, it's only a matter of time.

Lastly, there is that one topic that I have failed to mention.  The 45th.  I am not a fan.  I am not pleased with the idea of him deconstructing our environmental protections so his cronies can make more money and fuck the rest of us.  I am not happy with our Senate selling our private browser history to companies.  Talk about invasion of privacy.  I am not happy with the many things going on in our government.  I am pleased to see more conversations that need to happen being out there.  I am glad that people are taking action.  I am however, saddened by how many don't vote.  Thinking that my vote doesn't matter.  There is so much that matters, and voting is one of those things that I feel super strongly about.  I find him to be in over his head.  He pouts like a child who doesn't get his way.  He is slanderous of our media.  He thinks that banning a religious group is going to somehow keep the bad people out.  He is so  many many things, but, I can't see any good coming from this administration.  I see a lot of discrimination, a lot of hate and bigotry, a lot of the worst of people.  And it makes me feel like they asked for it.

I think my love would make a fine president.  If he could make it through the election process.  He is so very intelligent, so very keen on human nature.  I love what says about so many things.  And don't get me wrong, I don't agree with him on everything, how can I?  We see things differently due to our upbringing and experiences.  But we work together to make things workable.  He is one of a kind, and I love that about him.

If you're upset about the way things are going in your political arena, I suggest you speak up.  Do something for your cause.  I may not be able to do much, but I can write.  I can and I will continue to write as long as I am permitted to do so.  Hopefully, when I do, it's educated and I don't make an ass of myself in the process.  And even if I do, oh well.  I have had thoughts over the years on how to solve the problems in our country, and they have been bad ideas.  Ideas that are impractical and stupid.  And the beauty of it, is I can change my mind, and say, I was wrong about this.  That's a bad idea.

Time to get moving now, there is ice cream in the freeze and fresh strawberries for dessert... Wanna know how I remember to spell dessert?  It has two s's.  Because it's so sweet... Night all!

What do you think I deserve...

I have days where I hate Facebook.  So much so, that I feel like I have to rant to my girlfriend about how insensitive people are when they think they can hide behind the safety of the computer screen.  Do I boycott the social site?  No.  I don't.  I prefer to not look at their stuff for a while.  Then I will get sucked back into the lives of the ones that I have chosen to let into my life there.  I will hit that like button when someone makes me smile.  Or the heart button when I go awwww...  Today however, I wanted to use the fuck you finger to someone. 

I live in a state that has recently voted to raise the minimum wage to a staggering $12.00 an hour.  I mean, holy shit, this is unheard of! The rise to $12 started at the start of the year at $10.00 an hour for everyone in the state, except wait staff, who still make shit wages and have to hope the patrons of their respective places of employment will be generous to leave that far too high 15% rate.  (I will get to this in a moment, so bear with me for a few.)

Of course with this hike in our states wages there will be plenty who are very excited about it, and then there are others who have the opposite point of view and don't like it one bit that we as a voting state have opted to raise the base pay of all working persons to $12 an hour, which, if we do the math, is just shy of $25,000 a year.  However, that won't take effect for two more years.  At it's current rate, the $10 raise from $8.05 is where we are at right now.  For the average, minimum wage earner who works 40 hours a week, has no sick days, and no taxes taken out the yearly will be $20,800.  Now let's take into account taxes, I will use what I take out for personal taxes and other deductions, which is around 206 per pay check and that's only for 32 hours that I work, I assume for 40 hours, figure around $15,444.  Wow.  That's absurd that anyone should want to make more than that! How dare these people think that living with more money would make it easier for them.  Stupid idiots right?!  The very nerve!  So for the fun of it, let's see what the $8.05 would look like for the year with the guessed tax rate... I used around $150 for taxes, though, I think I paid more than that... We are looking at $12,844 for the year. 

(The anger that is boiling right now wants to break free... )  Now I'm not so unaware that such a large hike in mom and pop places may and likely will impact the way that they will employ workers.  I see where there will be price increases to pay for the help to run the place.  Likely there are a lot of small business owners who will feel the sting of it, and for them, I sympathize.  I really do.  No one wants to lose their lively hood for reasons like this.  However, I, am not here to argue for the ones who own their businesses or the ones who already made $12 an hour or more.  I am not here to tell you how sad for you... What I'm here to say today, is FUCK YOU!

I grew up with my three sisters in a small town in northern Arizona.  It's not a bad place, I still live there in fact, (not to say that I never left, rather I left and have returned to this place again) and I still like it here.  But, for those of us who live here, and don't have the same ideas in the political aspect of the like minded community, we are considered to be the worst sort of people.  Ones you don't want to talk to about politics because we are those dreaded (dare I say it) liberals.  I have looked this term up in the Oxford dictionary and well, it's not such a bad thing I have found.  The closed mined conservative community that I live in however, doesn't think so.  I know that my conservative friends think I am crazy for my ideas.  I think we should have a minimum wage that allows the people who work, to be able to afford to pay their bills and eat, instead of one or the other.  I remember driving home with work one day with my little sister, and she asked me how much did I make in the year prior, and said, around $12,000.  I think she was shocked, she asked how did I live, to which I replied very creatively.  Last year, I had my boss tell me that I was overpaid and he didn't think he should pay me as much as he did.  But I was losing 20% of my income by not working on Monday's.  I looked at my 1099 and it was $12061 for the year.... But I should be making so much more yearly, but,  less hourly.  I knew and still know what my worth is for an LMT and trust me, I wasn't paid anywhere close to what I deserve for my skills and expected job requirements.  I have to maintain my license, which costs around $100 for the renewal, insurance must be taken out, and continuing education credits must be meet in order to get your renewal.  They don't offer classes where I live, I must take these classes in person in another city.  Not to mention that I had to supply my own everything, and clean them all as well... That's a must there. 

For me, that was a low point, and I was so upset by these words that I immediately began the job search.  Several leads and a few interviews later, I am now at the bank.  There is stability in the job I have and my body doesn't ache from doing 8, or 9, or 10 massages in a day.  When I left, I felt like I had been taken advantage of and shafted, I was so hurt and sad by the move.  How would I tell my clients that while I love them dearly, I want them to keep getting regular bodywork, that I could no longer stay there?  There were many things that I thought about this place and in the end, it's his business and it's his choice.  However, my choice is not to be there. 

How does this apply to today you may be asking, dear reader, and it's this.  I don't flip burgers for a living.  I have a degree, I have goals and ambitions, I have a license that I still must keep up if I wish to still be able to do massage.  I'm not some kid, fresh out of high school trying to make enough money to buy some weed and fuel and go fishing on the weekends.  I am a grown fucking adult, and I have not overextended my living expenses.  But once in a while, it would be nice to be able to afford to go out to dinner and not have to worry about not having enough to purchase a lemonade to go with my $1. cheeseburger... ( ok, so that's a bit of an exaggeration, I usually spend $7.00 for something and split it so I can have leftovers for tomorrow's lunch.)  I am not saying that this is the case for everyone in the state, there are some who have it so much worse than I do, and for the my job and everything that I have, I'm so grateful, because believe it or not, this is much better than where we were 4 years ago.  But, I have the education, I have the skills and the aptitude to learn and excel in what I do, I have years of experience in customer service and somehow, I have not been able to move above the poverty line for more than a decade.  I live very creatively and I still maintain being a snob with some things, but, not too many.  I have many wants that are just that, wants.  I have many needs, and they fall into order of importance... kinda sucks to do it that way, but right now, it's all I can do. 

To bring this back, I am shocked at how many people think that I deserve to live in this fashion.  Because me making more due to minimum wage going up invalidates the hard work they had to put into their jobs to make it to where they are.  Education should come into play in the job field but, I have yet to see where this is helping me.  I see the young kid who is fresh out of high school who makes more than I do come in regularly.  I am happy for his good fortune, and silently hoping for a miracle that I will get that job I dream of, the one where I am valued and appreciated and the pay matches that.  I have that dream job in mind, I want to be that corporate massage therapist who works for a company and just work on the employees of said company.  I have the company in mind, and I have high hopes.  But until then, what gives you the right to say I deserve less because you had to wade up through the pile of corporate bullshit to get to where you are.  How dare you think that what I do is any less important than what you do.  I see these people saying how unfair it is for them that the minimum wage went up, as if it's some sort of personal vendetta against them.  It's not fair that some have to work so hard to get where they are, I am not looking for a handout or sympathy, I just want a fair shot to live and know what it's like to not worry about how can I pay this, to be stress free in this realm.  I would like to think that given this opportunity, I would stay somewhat thrift in my spending, but, to have some wiggle room, to be able to afford to leave my home town for a night for a race, and not wonder if I really afford it, or it's just another dream I have to watch go by because I can't afford to do it.   

Stop looking at the ones who you think are less than you because of their job and see that they are people too, who, like most other inhabitants of the earth want, to give their kids a good life and maybe enjoy it.  See some new places, learn new things.  Know what it's like to be stress free.  I will get there, until then, remember, just because that's the way things have always been done, doesn't really make it right.   

Brand New Year.. oh the possibilites

↔There are few things greater for me, than a new spiral notebook journal.  Perhaps a new year is the only thing cooler for me.  And with a New Year, always seems to come those pesky resolutions.  Or, as I had done it before, more reasons to hate myself when I fail miserably at something.  And I did.  Fail and hate myself that is.  And while now, I still make "resolutions", they are more of goals for myself.  I set out to prepare for a run in this years half marathon this month, and while I didn't think it was going to happen for so many reasons at the beginning of the year, I have been able to do just that.  Which always, for me anyway,  brings to mind, what other wonderful things can I accomplish if I make it a goal complete with rewards and everything? 

As with so many years, let me start off by telling you what I'm grateful for.  For the years that I have lived with my parents, New Year's Dinner was a time when we brought to the table, literally, at dinner for New Year's Day, our list of things we were grateful for, and what we would like to do as a resolution.  For so many years I wanted to lose weight and the only thing I was grateful for was well, in reality, I was not a grateful person.  I was pretty angry and lost and had a hard time.  It was a challenge to find something on those New Year's Days.  But, I usually managed one or two things that I was truly grateful for.

So with this tradition, I wanted to say something about the resolution that I had for years:  Lose weight, that's all I ever thought about.  Every year for what is near enough to 30 years that I have had a lifetime of self loathing.  It was about 3 years ago that I am sure was the last time I said I was going to lose weight.  I don't want to lose weight.  I would love to eat whatever and not gain weight, but, I have to live in a realistic world where there are enemies of my thighs.  Yes, I know that this is not the goal for me. 


What I'm Thankful For:
- I am grateful for my own voice in this world
- I am grateful for the ones that I love fiercely and unconditionally
- I am grateful for the ones who push me to work harder and push myself further
- I am grateful for the air that I breathe
- I am grateful for the ones who have inspired me to be realize my own muchness
- I am grateful for the Sun, the Wind, the Rain, the Oceans, and the Earth
- I am grateful that I have found some peace within myself


My Goals:
- To continue to learn about who I am and where do I fit in here?
- To take care of myself on a daily basis
- To take a look at the end of each day and self evaluate i.e. how can I do better tomorrow?
- To run 1000 miles this year
- To finish projects long before they are due to be ready and actually mail them on time
- To edit and self publish the first of many (hopefully) books

How does one come up with these kind of goals?  I know that you're looking at these thinking I must be crazy, if I self evaluate, I might find out that I can be just as much of a cunt as other women I know.  What if I don't like the person that I am being?  How will I ever reach such an impossible goal?  It is tough, and I have already found out that I can be a bonafied cunt of a human being.  But the question then goes back to, once I see these traits, what do I do with them.  If I don't like it, do I change it, or do I keep being that person?  You see, that's what it's all about.  If I don't like it or if I do like it.  If I don't like it, I'm only going to one of two things, change it, or not.  If I do like it, will I keep it and continue to be like that, or do I try to be better than I was and evolve to be something I didn't know I could do.  Running, really isn't the biggest challenge that is up there for me.  I have thought out how to reach that goal, and while I don't have my rewards in place just yet, I will.  It's a big thing now that I have a plan, I know that I can reach it.  For me, to finish projects is a really hard one.  It requires me to take that thing I don't like about myself and try to change it.  Will I succeed?  I don't know.  I have a few goals that I have managed to keep since making big ones, so we shall see. 

And what's fun for me is to set goals throughout the year to keep myself challenged.  This year past, I didn't do any 10ks.  I was very bummed that I didn't' do any.  I did however, do my first mud run and that was a blast.  Was I prepared, not really.  Am I going to make little goals for myself this year for running, well, aside from the big one?  Like properly train for a race or sign up for one that might be really hard.  Or do hot yoga for a month on Saturdays?  Or run a 10k.  At this point, I know what the basic goals are.  And while I have a few more that are my own and I will write down in my own private hand written journal, I know what I want to have accomplished at the end of this year. 

Not everyone has goals for themselves.  Not everyone makes resolutions, but, for those who do, what are your goals?  I have asked my youngest one what are her goals for the year.  She said she wanted to do a handstand.  I can respect that.  I also tried to tell her to use her resources.  If you wish to learn more and do gymnastics, ask your cousin for what YouTube channels she watched when she was learning.  Pull out the yoga book and start to stretch everyday to get the muscles loose and ready for the day, as well as gaining flexibility for more acrobatic moves.  I want to be able to do the splits. I am sure that if I did my yoga for a year, I could come much closer if not all the way to doing them.

With this year at it's early spot, I sit here in wonder in awe waiting for what the year will bring.  Some things scare the shit out of me.  I am hoping to be surprised for wonderful things, but, I don't expect it.  Other things, will be wonderful and amazing, like vacation and using new oil paints and having a marriage anniversary that I will be celebrating this year.  I have one last thought/goal to leave you with.  A suggestion if you will.  This year, I as well as Piper, will be doing the jar of Awesome.  Once a week, no less, we will be putting down on paper awesome things that have happened that week.  If more than one thing happens that we thought were awesome, we can put more.  But at the end of the year, it makes for fun times reading what good things really did happen to us throughout the year. 

So Here's to Cheating,

Stealing, Fighting,

And Drinking.

 

If you Cheat, May you Cheat

death; If you Steal, May you

Steal a Woman's Heart; If you fight,

May you Fight for a Brother;

If you drink, May you drink with me.

The Road to Recovery: Massage After Major Surgery

Let's face it, in life, we tend to go after sports and leisure activities with a vengeance.  We play extreme sports with no thought at how this can and does effect our bodies.  Until, that is, we have an injury.  Injuries can range from a small cut or bruise to breaking bones, tearing ligaments and muscles to needing things to be replaced with surgery.  We have so much fun, that it can and does hurt.  A lot of the time, it hurts.  This begs the question, what do we do when it hurts?

 

 

First and foremost, most injuries are not going to require a lot of down time, physical therapy and the likes thereof.  For the sake of you, dear reader, I will tackle a few kinds of recovery in this series, but for today, I will hit mostly on how massage can help you after you have had to go through the most extreme kind of recovery.  It begins with having to go through surgery.


Surgery.  There is a scary word.  The first time I had surgery was when I had all four wisdom teeth removed at the same time.  Because I was 19 at the time, I got to sign a waiver that stated I could die.  That was a risk I was willing to take at the time, due to the amount of pain I was in.  There are usually two ways it can go, very good, or not so good at all.


In either case, here are some things to think about before getting a massage.  Have you been released from your doctor for massage?  The reason this is so important is because when there are complications, there is a big risk to be taken when giving a massage.  Blood clots often form and through massage, they can be knocked loose and travel through your body.  These little guys can relocate to a new and exciting place, such as your heart or lungs or worse yet, your brain.  We, as therapists, do not, under any circumstance wish for this to happen.  An embolism, or clot, can be very deadly.  There is also the risk of infection after going through surgery.  Massage, helps to get the fluids in your body moving.  Moving the infection, is again, not something we want to do.  As a therapist, anytime you have surgery, I personally, always get a doctors release for massage.  It's in your best interest, as well as my own.  Every person, every time, even my own mother.

In the case of the most common kinds of surgery, there are a lot of good reasons to consider going with massage to help recover, many of which are backed by science and research.  I, however, don't know all of the exact details of these studies, but I will link the information that I got for this here, here and here.  I will be using my own personal experience as a therapist as backing to this as well.  You don't work for years at a doctor's office and not learn a whole lot about the body and how it heals, or doesn't as the case may be for some.  


Massage helps to reduce pain.  In a study done in Ann Arbor, Dr. Daniel Hinshaw states that getting a massage can be equivalent to getting a shot of morphine. Massage also seems to help the body heal faster due to the blood and oxygen moving through the body.  The area that was operated on is getting more fluids and oxygen moved helping the healing process move more quickly.  And who doesn't want to heal faster? 


Massage can also help aid in relieving stress associated with going through a major surgery.  For one, when you're not up to par, you are unable to do the things that are normal for everyone else, such as buttoning a pair of pants, or zipping your coat.  This can be so frustrating.  Massage helps to ease the stress of not being able to do all the things that you're used to being able to do.  Massage will also help you sleep, which, aids in the recovery process tremendously.  In fact, while sleeping, your body is a recovery process.  Better sleep makes for an easier, better recovery.


Another fantastic benefit of massage is it can help lessen the amount of scar tissue around the surgical sight.  I love to tell folks that chicks dig scars, but, really, we are more worried about how bad the scar will look then we want to admit to.  Scared tissue can feel like it's stuck and often hard to move around.  Take for instance the replacement of a knee joint.  There is a huge scar running the length of the knee area.  By using simple techniques, massage can help lessen that scar and also keep the scar tissue underneath from becoming to bound up.  Which will lead me to my next point of massage will help to gain mobility as well as range of motion and flexibility of this joint.


Still dealing with that knee joint, the massage will help to get that joint to move the full 120 degrees that is needed to get back on the bike.  For other activities that will require a greater range of motion, massage helps to loosen the muscles so you can get further into that kick, deeper into that squat and more power when jumping.


Keep in mind, most surgeries will require some kind of physical therapy.  They will push you hard to get you to move the proper way again.  And that will hurt, and it will test you, but after it's done, and you're at your massage, and the therapist is working the pain out of it, and you relax, you're able to focus on something other than the pain.  You're able to see that you will get through this and that even though it's a set back in your plans, (no one thinks about surgery as something to do at age whatever to have a replacement part put in, or taken out, or grafted or any thing like that.  It's part of being alive here on our earth.) you can take comfort in knowing that there are ways to help deal with the recovery process of being out for surgery.


Why is this important you may ask.  For one, at some point, we will all be in the company of another who is going through, has gone through, or about to have surgery.  If there is a way to help ease the fear, the tension, and the anxiety of going through surgery, wouldn't you want to relay the message to them?  I can't say that it will be right for everyone, that's a silly gross negligent comment.  It's not always going to be the right choice, but, that being said, at least you now know that it's an option and can help even the most stubborn of people.

The split vote

There is so much going on with politics these days that I realize that I can no longer stay away and I must say something. 

We have two options and I since it's my blog and my opinion, I am going to tell you what I think... besides, if you're reading this now, you already want to know.  But for me, it's more than just what I think, it's about why I feel this way. 

So, we have a woman running.  In my opinion, I think our country could use a little female influence in our political arena.  However, as my step dad says, I just don't think she's the right one for the job.  But, since my other option is the Donald, I am looking more and more like a supporter of Hilary. 

Here is why I am feeling this.  For a lot of reasons, I can very vehemently say that I will NOT be voting for this man.  I find his words to be inflammatory in nature and insulting to me.  And not just me personally, I find him to be highly offensive in nature and have the manners of a spoiled child.  Ok.. To the actual reasons.  First and foremost, I find his comments about women in general to be sexist and misogynistic and I can't abide that in a leader.  Women make up more than half the population and when a man says that he won't participle in a debate because there is a girl there that he doesn't like, I find it to the equivalent to listening to my 9 year old tell me that she doesn't to go somewhere because she doesn't like them.  I also find his blatant regard for women as objects to be stared at and not taken seriously as something of a problem as well. 
I see him talking about how we need to deal with the illegal immigration problem in our country and while, I thought at one time a wall would be a great idea, it's not feasible, or practical, and it made me think of another wall that was built, in the not so distant past, that was meant to keep out all the undesirables out.   It kept people in, and became one of the most formidable and hated symbols of the communist era.  And when that wall was torn down, the relief that those who lived within it's confines felt, must have been overwhelming as well as relieving.  They celebrated with the new neighbors who had been kept out for 30 years.  This doesn't mean that building a wall to keep Mexicans out is going to work.  It doesn't mean that it will work, but, it puts a great deal of unnecessary stress on the relations with have with our neighbors to the south.  Most of the citizens of Mexico that I have met or spoken with are not drug addicts or rapists.  They just want a chance to have a better life for themselves and their families.  I think they should go about becoming a citizen of our country the legal way that so many others before  them have done.  Going through Ellis Island isn't going to happen for them, but the process that it takes to become a citizen needs to revamped, no matter who is elected. 
The Donald's running mate is of great concern to me.  He is a man who made it legal to discriminate others based on their sexual preference.  I don't understand so much about that, that I can't even begin to describe how I feel about that.  What a man or woman does in the bedroom is no reason for anyone to say that they won't provide a service to another person.  I am deeply disturbed by this for so many reasons, and that is something I will have to go into later, just not tonight.  I find it absolutely disgusting and horrific that we are so willing to abolish people's rights that are guaranteed under the Constitution because of a belief system.  If you're going to take away rights because you think it's gross and a book told you so, then, while I can't change your mind, maybe should reread what is in our Constitution about our rights.  Just because the first amendment says that we have a freedom to assemble in any religious group and worship as we have been taught, it doesn't say that we can use these groups to take away the rights and freedoms that have been granted to us in  The Constitution. Here is what is says " Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."  I have gotten out of this that we aren't going to make everyone join the country's church, such as Church of England, or you have to be Orthodox or Jewish to live here.  I have never understood it to mean that it's ok to say that well, my book says you shouldn't be doing that, so I'm not going to help you because I disagree with your lifestyle. 
We are all going to disagree with everyone at one time or another.  But to make it legal to deny is just as bad as discriminating based on the color of your skin.  Who you love, and what color your skin is, is not something you have control over... But I digress...
Now, if you've stayed with me this far, I will tell you about my last reason for not voting for The Donald, and while I wish I could say it was because of his hair, which is horrible at best, it has to do with what he said in regards to Mr. John McCain.  I was a huge fan and supporter of this man for a lot of years, he's an elected senator in my home state, and I loved that he was in the Navy... To me it always meant that he joined before being drafted.  However, he's old and somewhat senile and I no longer think of him as this wonderful many.  But Donald made a comment about his service in the military.  He said that John McCain must be an idiot because he was a POW.  He was caught, so he must be an idiot.  Now, I have never been a Prisoner of War, and I certainly don't envy those who have been.  In fact, they are hero's in my eyes.  They survived and they made it home when all odds were stacked against them.  I can't fathom the pain and suffering that any POW has gone through.  But to make a comment about how if he was caught he must be an idiot, I cannot allow that to slide.  Coming from a man who has never surrendered himself to anything greater than himself, I can't... I just can't. 

Now, I am sure, if you're still here, dear reader, that you're screaming about the fiasco that happened with Benghazi and all that tragedy.  It was a tragedy.  Lives were lost and no apologizing can bring back those men to their families.  But here is the thing about that.  In war, there are always causalities of a collateral nature.  True, deaths didn't' need to happen.  But, in a war torn country, anything can happen.  There have been so many needless deaths in war that have happened, but, those are all wars of the past you say.  Vietnam, Korea, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan... all wars that we could have stayed out of.  And yet, we didn't.  Those who went knew what they were doing, they knew they may never come back.  Many didn't come home.  And that's gut-wrenching and sickening all at the same time.  In my reading and understand of the country of Libya, and this is very limited I'm sad to say, it's a country that in recent years has undergone some large changes.  The year before the attacks on our Embassy, the country went through radical changes in their government through some very serious attacks and bombings that were perpetrated by the United States.  I can't say that I am a war advisor nor would I say that I know any of why we did this.  But I know, that, given what limited information that I have, I can say that it seems to be to be a type of retaliation.  I can only think, in my pea brain, that if I was a diplomat in the country at that time, I would have thought that there is a possibility of death.  It doesn't make it right.  The truth, is never going to be revealed I think.  No one will truly know why the events unfolded this way.  There is a movie out right now, called 13 hours about what happened, and I can't say that any film, done in this manner is true to life.  It's been done up for Hollywood and there are likely bits of truth in it.  But, when we only hear about the 10% of the situation, and it's only reported on from a certain point of view, I can't believe it.  There were mistakes made, and I'm sure, someone is regretting making a call or not making a call.  Anyway you look at it, it's sad and tragic. 

Hilary has experience in the political arena.  She has dealt with foreign heads of state and knows how to not say well fuck you to any president of another country.  She has more tact and for that, I have to think that she would make some better choices.  Every country has a bad time with the elections and whose who are running.  Ours is no different.  We have many things that are making it hard to get and keep good paying jobs.  We are in debt just coming out of college, we think that living  paycheck to paycheck is the only way to get by and it's not... but it doesn't make us special.  Every country in the modern world has the same problems. 

I fear for our country.  I fear for those who pander to the weak and the downtrodden and spew hate and anger.  I fear for what may come.  But, only time will tell.  I honestly see the decision as going between Joffrey and Ramsey... Neither are good choices...

More Facts

Last night, I started to feel the pressure of what is going on in my professional life.  I was given some good advice by a few and all of it I have taken into consideration.  I know that to make me happy, it starts with me.  I know that if I really set my mind to something I can do it.  I also know that once I really set my mind to something I will make every effort to be the very best one of whatever it is I am doing.  The hardest thing for me is deciding what it is that I love and what do I want to do. 

I have given this a lot of thought and I want to dance....  Ok so that's not exactly going to be the next career move but, it's something that makes me happy.  I was thinking about this last night before bed and this morning on the way to work.  What do I want?  What makes me happy?  What can I do to better the rest of the world?  Or at least those around me.  I think I have it.  I love to talk to people and see how they are doing and what kind of things make them happy.  If there is a job out there for a person to work for a company and their sole job was to talk to others and make them smile, that's what I want to do.  Like a social director or something.  But by social I mean in the context of socializing with others.  Not like social worker who has a very important job to children and parents and stuff like that.  Nope.  I want to just talk and have fun and dance when I can and sing when I can and tell funny stories.

So, I have decided to finish writing my book.  Not only that, I think I may be able to publish one next month.  Like March of this year.  I am excited about it.  There is much editing to go on, but, I think it's going to be awesome.  And I am sure that once I get that one finished, the next one will be coming along.  Followed by another and another.  I have this planned out for the year.  May be a little pre-emptive but, it's what I love and what I have always wanted to do.  I keep saying that I want to be a writer, so, that's what I am going to do.  No, it's not going to be some sweet love story, I like real life a whole lot better.  Makes for some funny jokes and laughs and some good times. 

How did I figure this out?  I just did.  I know that my passion is to write, so that's what I am going to do and follow that dream.  I want to write for myself and I want to write for the enjoyment of others.  It's time for me to really follow a dream.  Just wait, it's going to be good, and sometimes not so good, and sometimes sad and sometimes funny, but always, it's going to be me and life.  Maybe I will be able to travel to new and exciting places or maybe not.  I look forward to this new adventure.  Stay tuned, don't change that dial, big things are coming your way. 

To Women... Stop being offeneded!!

At my house, we have a lot of discussions about the world and politics these days.  Some things we agree on, and other things, we each have our own ideas about it and whether or not we agree on it, it's always a good topic for discussion here.  Last night was no exception to this rule.  Last night, however, we completely disagreed on the general topic, but I am learning that there are some instances where he may be right.

In the news lately, is a lot of breastfeeding in public.  I nursed my daughter, I loved that time that we were able to have together.  I never fed her in public.  I had a hard time with nursing, so when I saw a woman who was able to nurse in public, I am somewhat jealous.  Now, here's the debate part.  Should a woman have to cover herself while in public while nursing.  I think it's really up to the woman, however, there seems to be a lot of women who think that no matter where they go, they should be permitted to nurse uncovered and then get upset when someone stares or says something to them about it. 

As a mother, I did start to understand my child's feeding schedule, and as such, I would try not to push the issue too hard and keep to the house around her feeding time.  I also pumped, so when I was somewhere I felt uncomfortable, I could take care of my little one without worry.  That was my thing with it, which is not to say that every woman will feel this way. 

I'm not saying that one shouldn't breast feed in public.  Just stop being so offended when a person stares at you.  There are some who don't think it's appropriate to just whip your breasts out in public, regardless of what they are doing.  In a professional world, you need to be a little professional well.

Which really brings me to the point of today's topic.  Women shout for equal rights and equal pay, yet you never hear them say that they are willing to take equal responsibility for their actions.  In our world now, in this country, if a man takes his penis out, he can be fined, arrested, and labeled a sex offender for merely taking it out of his drawers.  And this happens, a lot.  A women can take out her breast, in a court of law, to feed, not cover herself, and then get upset when people stare at her.. She actually tried to sue LA county for asking her to leave the courtroom.  Come on sisters!!! Wake the fuck up! You want to have all the same benefits as men, start taking responsibility for some of the actions that are deemed inappropriate for men, and maybe think that, hey, we shouldn't be allowed to do that as well. 

Now is where I can hear you saying to yourself, it's our bodies, we need to feed our children when they are hungry and no one can tell me otherwise.  You're right.  No one should tell you otherwise.  You should have the common sense to know when and where it is appropriate to feed your child.  At a food court, that's where everyone eats, of course, feed your kid.  But also realize that if you choose to feed your child at that time, there are plenty of others around who have little kids that may stare and ask questions and be shocked.  Little kids are funny like that, they have no filter on their mouths when they ask questions of their parent about why is some lady pulling out her breasts while they are eating. 

I am so surprised with women who are crying out for breastfeeding rights and how they shouldn't be asked to leave or have to hide what they are doing while out in a public setting.  I know that we as a country have been sending out mixed messages about boobs.  They have been turned into an advertising dream.  In the movies, on TV, all over the internet, boobs are the coolest thing, and they used to sell everything there is.  I can't help that that's what's happened.  But we let it happen too.  We want others to see us, so we post pictures of us in bikinis and tiny shorts or V-neck shirts.  We want others to see them.  Why?  Why the fuck not?  I loved the old saying, if you've got it, flaunt it.  If not, pretend.  Wow.  If you have boobs, use them.  So now, anytime one poops out we are all over it, saying oh my gosh, her boob is out.  And now, when you take them out, for any reason, for any thing, people stare.  There are those women out there who are trying to take back the mystery of being feminine.  We want to leave things to the imagination now.  We want them to wonder.. (And by them, I mean those who love boobs... man or woman, it doesn't really matter at that point.)  I know that for me, I no longer really want to see women with their chests hanging out.  I'm personally fed up with the advertising that completely sexualizes our bodies, men or women, it happens to both.  I don't really care to deal with advertising at this point anyway, due to the fact that the truth no longer matters and it's all about making money.  I don't want my young daughter to have to see it.  I don't want her to look around at all there is about sex and how we should or shouldn't look or dress or what have you.  So for me, I really don't care to see you breast feed.  While it doesn't really bother me, and I won't stare at you or ask you to leave or cover yourself, I'll just be the one to get up and leave.  Why don't I say something, because that's what these women want.  They want the attention.  They seem to want the opportunity  to get offended about it.  That however doesn't mean that others won't say something.  And you know what, it's their freedom of speech that you are trying to take away from them.  He offended me by asking me to cover myself while I was feeding my kid, how dare he do that.  This kind of thinking is where the problem lies.  Sure it's your right to feed.  I hope you do.  But it's their rights to say something.  Stop being so dammed offended by it.  Get a grip on reality people! 

I say, if you want to feed your kid, do so.  Remember that there are times that I would advise against just whipping it out and giving it your child.  A court of law is one of those places, so is the front seat of your car while driving.  Yes, this has happened before.  And yes, both women were shocked to find that they were asked to cease and desist.  I don't understand why they were so upset about it.  A court of law is never the place to bring small children, ever.  In fact, they tell you, not to bring your kids, and yet, we still have those who do that.  Driving is also not the time to decide that it can 't wait.  Wow, thank you for putting so many other lives at risk while driving a 2000-6000 pound projectile and feeding your kid...  But it couldn't wait right?     

Maybe I am one of those crazy women who think that I probably would be totally ok with feeding your kid anywhere if you covered yourself and the child while doing so.  Maybe I am the only woman who thinks that maybe, just maybe, I'm not really ready to talk to my daughter about sex and breasts.  Maybe I don't care what you think about it.  I think nursing is beautiful and wonderful and amazing.  I am so glad that I was able to do that for Piper.  She is such a great kid.  I just no longer really want to have to see you doing it.  Ugh....!  When did I get old?  Anyhow....

We as women shout from the rooftops that we want equal rights, we want equal pay we want to be considered equal to the men in the world.  We are rarely paid the same as a man for the same job.  We work twice as hard to get the same amount of respect as a man.  We push the boundaries because we want to do more and be thought of as equals.  Would you like equal treatment in life?  You want equal pay for the same jobs that men have and are grossly overpaid for?  How about taking some of that equal ideas, and start putting in the same kind of responsibility that men do.  We are equal, just so different.  We, as women, think differently then men do, we act and react very differently then men do.  And yet, here we are talking about how we want the same benefits, but we are going backwards ladies.  To prove who great we are and that we are not going to take this discrimination we take photos of ourselves in public places defying laws and rules... why should we be given more leeway for this?  This is blatant and totally irresponsible.  We want to be take seriously, then fucking act serious about it. 

We, women, are the ones who say that which female in Hollywood isn't pretty enough or skinny enough.  We, women, are the ones who make comments about other women, we judge more harshly our sisters, than most men ever dream of.  You know what they think when see those scarcely clad women in bikinis who, are having all the flaws pointed out on the cover of The Enquirer, Oh my god, there is side boob, and I saw it!!  Yes, men think like this.  We see every flaw in ourselves and others, and really all men see are boobs.  Sad but true. 

We have taken something that is natural and totally normal and turned it into a hot topic because there are women out there who are offended by being asked to cover themselves.  As I said before, I am probably the only woman I know who thinks that breast feeding should be allowed everywhere, but, please cover yourself.  And if you don't, which is totally your right, don't get all up and arms over being spoken to about it.  Again, it's still their right to say something to you as well.  Stop acting like you're being treated poorly and inhumanly because of it.  They are speaking their minds, just like you are. 

I know that this is not the popular view, but, really, I'm no longer really trying to be popular.  So if you like what I say, cool, and if not, cool.  I'm not that worried.  Apparently with age comes some wisdom and for me, life is no longer about making sure everyone likes me or what I have to say.  But that's the beauty of it, I no longer care if you do or not.  (Well, I might care a little but no where near the same amount that I have before.)