"The mark of an immature man is that he would die knobly for a cause. The mark of a mature man is that he would live humbly for one" - Catcher in the Rye -WARNING WRITER SPELLING CHALLENGED! But Sometimes you have to say "what the fuck!"

Friday, August 06, 2004

Show Our Troops some Love! -UPDATED-

Lets Not Forget
With the political election, Hollywood drizzle, summertime blues, and other news filling our minds, lets not forget our troops. Yes, for me it’s very personal because my brother is a Captain in the Army and just returned home from Iraq. However, with his return, others went to take his place and when (and if) they return….. my brother will go back. The war may be “officially” over, but we still have troops there. Our troops will probably be there for years to come. We can never forget them, and the sacrifice they are making.

Voluntary Service
When I was ranting about my brother going back to Iraq the other day, our favorite blogger, Todd Vodka brought up a good point. In his Sideshow Bob like style he reminded me that my brother voluntarily enlisted. This is very true. These heroes voluntarily enlist to protect us, to put themselves in harms way, to potentially die for us, and fight for our freedom. For this I thank them, I pray for them, I love them, and I think about them daily.

Government Property
I was a navy wife for four years. It’s hard when you are married to and have a family with “government property”. The military comes first….. always. The family comes second, that is how it is. This was always hard for me to deal with and accept, and truthfully, I never accustomed myself to that fact. During my navy wife days, the first Persian Gulf War was going on, and my husband, a navy Seabee, was called up to go. Our son had serious health problems at the time, and thanks to letters from doctors and pastors, he was able to get out of it. Instead he stayed home and worked 24 hours shifts driving military men to airplanes headed for war. I never saw him, he was never home. Looking back now, I can laugh and say that was a good thing because we didn’t get along. But truthfully, it was very, very hard. I was a young mother, I didn’t know anyone, and my husband was never home. I can only imagine how hard it is for families whose husbands/wives actually do go to Iraq. My heart goes out to you all.

American Soldier
Yesterday I was contacted by a blogger known as American Soldier. Actually, I had found his blog and posted some support and a hug. After reading his comments and visiting my blog, he contacted me. American Soldier is a married father who is about to be deployed to Iraq. He will probably miss Christmas this year with his family, as well as other important and monumental events. His blog will be not only a way for him to vent, but also a major communication line for his friends, family and supporters. Due to the comments section on his blog, it is also a way for us to support him.

Soldier Blogs
In my quest to support our troops I have came across several soldier blogs. My side bar has links to many of them. Some of these soldiers are currently in Iraq or Afghanistan and some are here in the US but away from their families. Their blogs serve as a real news source, a reality TV like glimpse at what life is like for our troops. These blogs are also way to show support and love for their sacrifice and commitment to US. I encourage you all to visit and support these military blogs. Drop them a line of thanks too.

Luv to Jack
Another blogger hero is our beloved jack and his blog Texas Music (pronounced Texass by me lol). As a reservist he also voluntarily enlisted to serve and protect us. Thanks jack for all that you do, we love you. Thank you for being my friend, and helping me too. xxxooooo

Thank You All
I thank and send love to all of our troops and their families. You are all oh so LOVED!

Some special shoutout to my homey military blogers
-I didn’t want to play favorites, because all military bloggers need love and support, but I had to do a special shout out to some special bloggers.

Navy Doc Marc
My pacific northwest sweetie in Bethesda. You’re a great guy, thanks for making our area proud.

My cool cat Bay Area punk rocker currently in Iraq and jamming to the Smiths. I think your writing is Amazing. You should definitely compile a book.

Sean Doc in the Box
Im glad your coming home. You have been an amazing reference for soldiers, families and supporters. Your photoblog is heartbreaking and beautiful, your blog is informative and well written. Your awesome, and I cant wait for the video. Thank you.

Wendy I thank you for your support. I think of your son in Iraq and send him love and positive energy. Same to you and your husband.

Sgt. Hook
You are my hero!

I hope you keep writing. You are loved.

Doc’s Grrrl Psycho AliceBlessed Be! Beautiful goddess. Your man is almost home. Your support to him has been an inspiration.

Your writing rocks!

Jenny Just an Army Wife
Love to you, your family, and your husband.

You are an amazing person. You are so loved.

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Thursday, August 05, 2004

Hey boys, I'm a candybar A tidbit for your tongue Those boys with your chastity I wanna be your very first one

That's what I like about these high school girls, I keep getting older, and they stay the same age.
-Wooderson from Dazed and Confused

MMMMM Candy!
What is it about younger men that makes them safe, tempting, and oh so yummy? Since my late 20’s, it seems most of they guys I have gone out with have been young, real young, at least 7 years younger. The youngest guy I dated was 19 when I was 31, and that was a fun, fun time. Talk about an ego boost, and the relationship was so safe because I had full control.
***evil maniacal laugh****

Young Boys, charming and innocent
Adolescent fun
My toys, spectral virginity
I wanna watch them come
Hey boys, I'm a candybar
A tidbit for your tongue
Those boys with your chastity
I wanna be your very first one

Young boys, dressed up in leatherettes
I wanna make 'em shine
Come down to my special route
Number sixty-nine
My boy, shock me and thrill me
You know what I desire
You're hot, nasty and spicy
You'll have to quench my fire

Chorus :
Young boys, I want you to be my toys
I'm begging you please
Young boys, I'm down on my knees
Young boys, I'll take you to heaven

Young boys, soft and so kissable
I'm waiting for their touch
They're rough, that's why I like them
I wanna taste their fudge
Horny boys, youthful and healthy
Lovegun never stops
They come, it's unbelievable
Squeeze you till you drop

Young boys, part of a family
It's me that you can trust
Right now, give me physically
A boy to dim my lust
Their dads don't like it
They wan't me to themselves
Sweet boys, tasty and horny
I'll peel away their shell

-Lords of Acid Lyrics

Oh Mary Kay!
With the recent release of Mary Kay Letourneau, things have got me thinking. I mean, I definitely like them to be over 18. I do admit, the older my son gets, the better looking his friends’ get. Once they hit puberty, I stopped wearing skimpy outfits in front of them, or being huggy/flirty with them. They are funny how they watch me with side ways glances, and make little comments. They get especially crazy at sporting events or when they are in packs. With flirty/shy smiles they always come up to me for big hugs, and hover around like fans. It feels nice to be appreciated. Some of them make bold comments like “call me sexual chocolate”. This always cracks me up. Puberty obviously does strange things to young minds, but like I said, they need to be over 18 to spark my interest.

Milf "Mother I'd Like (to) Fuck"
mothers, whether married, separated or divorced, that a male individual sees as physical attractive enough to want to have sexual intercourse with them. Just cuz their moms doesn't mean that they don't need a spark in their love life. If they've ever breastfed,they have really responsive nipples and a core of erectile tissue in their breasts. The ones in good shape have worked at regaining control over their vaginas (Kegel exercises).MILFs are usually real careful about birth control, they know accidents happen but they take responsible steps. They want to fuck with abandon, with no romantic complications for their under-19 family.
A MILF is any mother that is sexually desirable

-from UrbanDictionary. Com

A Fetish?
Young hard bodies, inexperienced minds….. mmmmmmmmmmm. This is very, very tempting. A dish best served hot, green, and fresh. Is it just me here, or do others have this fetish?

We'd like to know
A little bit about you
For our files.
We'd like to help you learn
To help yourself.
Look around you. All you see
Are sympathetic eyes.
Stroll around the grounds
Until you feel at home.

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Wo wo wo
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

Hide it in a hiding place
Where no one ever goes.
Put it in you pantry with your cupcakes.
It's a little secret,
Just the Robinsons' affair.
Most of all, you've got to hide it
from the kids.

Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Wo wo wo

God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

Sitting on a sofa
On a Sunday afternoon,
Going to the candidates' debate,
Laugh about it,
Shout about it,
When you've got to choose,
Every way you look at it you lose.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Ooo ooo ooo.

What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
"Joltin' Joe has left and gone away"
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

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Tuesday, August 03, 2004

What the Fuck is going on????????

Mother, mother
There's to many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today - Yah

Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today

Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
Oh, what's going on
What's going
Ya, what's going on
Ah, what's going on

(Background music and conversation)
In the mean time
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on

Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we've got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today

Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me,
So you can see
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
I’ll tell you Ya, what's going on - Uh
Ah, what's going on
Right on baby
Right on baby

-Whats going on by Marvin Gaye

Yeah so vader just found out that my brother is going back to Iraq. I’m not too happy about it, in fact, I’m pretty pissed off.

My brother is 2 and ½ years younger than me. He is the only boy, and I am the third female. Of course, I was jealous of him, I was still a baby when he was born. But I love him like I love no other man. My brother is a Scorpio to my Pisces, and he has put up with more shit from me than any other. Growing up, we fought like cats and dogs. Spitting on each other, tackling each other, fighting like animals till the cows came home. My elder siblings always told him, “one day you will be able to take her”. I used to grab him by his ears and kick his ass down the hall. Then, when he was able to kick my ass, it wasn’t fun anymore. My brother is too much of a gentleman to ever really hurt a woman. He always let me win, even when he could have taken me.

This fucking so called war really sucks. I met a woman at a redneck bbq this weekend whose husband joined the reserves for extra cash. Well, they called him up in January, and now he is in Iraq for the next year or so. He is missing his kids’ birthdays, and his son’s first day of school. Now she is a single momma, and that just sucks!

One of my GI boytoys is about to go to Iraq. He has been in Iraq training school for the last couple of weeks. He comes back this weekend and wants to get together. I have never met him, just talked to him online. I’m not too worried about meeting him, because my brother outranks him, and I could have his ass if he really messes with me. Part of me wants to see him off, and blow his fucking mind…. The other part is just so sad that these young men have to go.

I don’t want to lose my brother. I love him sooooooo much. I hate the thought of him going back. When he is in Iraq, I become obsessed with the news. Every time I hear of a blackhawk going down I cry, I panic, and I pray. It’s a hard way to live. It’s a sacrifice I’m not willing to give for this shit. God Damnit George W, my fucking brother is worth more than your stupid ass oil war. He is the world to me…. Please don’t make him go.

Im drunk and depressed. I hate war. Why can’t we all just get a bong? Lol. This sucks…..

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