I used my iPhone X to take these photos. They came out pretty nice. What do you think?
I used my iPhone X to take these photos. They came out pretty nice. What do you think?
Have you ever seen Big Bird’s nest on Sesame Street? It’s probably been a while especially when it’s not shown very often. Big Bird of course has this massive sized nest, as he should since he is of course, Big Bird. I find myself comparing my nest to Big Bird’s. I mean, for a while my nest was pretty big. All four of my baby birds and Papa bird fit into the nest quite nicely. We had room to grow and grow is exactly what they did. GROW! And they grew some more and now they don’t fit into the nest like they used too.
Now, I spend a lot of my time perched up in my nest, spending a lot of time alone with my thoughts. It’s funny, as they get older, so do I. I have to face my own mortality, the baby birds having birds of their own, finding jobs and flying away. For a while I felt sad but then quickly felt refreshed because I remembered what Papa Bird said about that empty nest.
An empty nest means freedom. Free to fly to Vegas. Free to fly here or there. Fly anywhere! Sex here. Sex there. Booze in the morning if I want. Booze at night if I like.
Just freedom! The empty nest isn’t looking so bad anymore.
The place in my heart where disappointment and expectations go to die…
Where it all goes black
Numb to feeling
Numb to love
There are just some people that should get the Trifling Ass Bitch Award. Here’s a few examples:
The can I bum a smoke guy! Bastard never has his own pack of smokes but smokes the fuck out of yours.
The take someone else’s lunch fuck head. You know you didn’t pack a lunch…shit head. I just want to make a peanut butter and laxative sandwich special just for you.
Then there’s the over excited I don’t fucking need any more coffee guy…you know the one…spills the coffee as he pours, misses the entire coffee cup pouring in sugar, spilled the fucking cream, and of course the coffee ring…all left on the counter as he WALKS THE FUCK AWAY. I hope you burn your fucking soul…douche.
The guy who leaves every single takeout container in the fridge for at least six months. Then they ostentatiously ask…who the hell threw my food out? I guess everyone should watch the penicillin grow too. Fucker!
Or my favorite, take a shit at work guy!! Have you ever heard of a fucking courtesy flush you nasty bitch. Better yet, stay on the floor you work on and do that nasty shit down there.
Ok. My short list of people I who annoy the hell out of me and are most deserving of the Trifling Ass Award.
Oh wait! There’s one more. The ultimate ultimate, there’s the sunflower seed guy. This is the most trifling fuck of all. Sunflower seeds everywhere…on the desk, floor, and worst of all…in the trash can. But you were too fucking lazy to put a trash bag in the fucking can. Complete and utter nastiness. Something about human body fluids being spread all around for others to touch…fucking nasty.
Trifling Ass Bitch…
To be continued….
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” ~ Hellen Keller
Good day to you. I just wanted to let my readers know that I am thinking of them. I hope all is well. There’s so much going on in the world right now. With all this noise it can be hard to focus. I wanted to give you a reminder.
Take a pause, a deep breathe in, exhale, and take a moment to just be peaceful and in the moment.
Be a great humanitarian today! Be thankful for your blessings! Walk in Love and let peace be still!
Do you ever wonder if karma waits until your much older to pay you back? Have you ever wondered why some people can become elderly and go in their golden years with little or no issues and then you have some people that just appear to be tortured until they die?
I was comparing my mother and father in my thoughts today as I was pushing my sister in her wheelchair. My father was a real mean and selfish bastard for many years before he became a nicer person as he aged of course and when he died, he had a horrible painful fight with renal cancer. He suffered an overwhelming deal before he died. My mother was a combination of all sorts but generally a loving person with a good heart. Her suffering was minimal but she wasn't always a *nice* person either.
As I was thinking, I just wondered if their karma came back to collect and kick them in the ass. Then I wondered about my karma as well. I am human and I have did some pretty fucked up things to some people. So it makes me wonder. I mean, I know God forgives. Yet, I still feel like karma and God's forgiveness are two different things. I don't know. I was just curious.
Maybe I'm just reading too much into my thoughts however, it does make me wonder what will happen when I'm an elderly woman. Will karma come to collect? To be honest, I sure hope not because if it does, I'm totally screwed.
What are your thoughts? Feel free to share.
"When you turn toward the sunshine, shadows fall behind you."
~ Helen Keller
I try hard to not look in the rear view mirror. Yesterday is in the past and I can't change it. I can only learn from it and keep going.
Who remembers this???
Today, I'm just in the mood to talk. If I tell you mine…will you tell me yours?
I'm first and foremost…a Sailor. I have hit my fair share of foreign ports and excessive parties. However, there have been only a few instances when the day after was a disaster.
The most absolute, utter fail, and totally over the top hang over came after a night of bar/base hopping in Okinawa, Japan.
They have this drink called a Strong Island and to be fair, it's basically a Long Island Ice Tea on steroids. The potency of this drink…OMG!!! It's potent. After one, you have and nice warm fuzzy feeling. The second one has you pretty damn nice. If you are stupid enough, myself included, three or more, it's basically the phase before the blackout.
I managed to walk out of the first bar, in my stilettos and into another club across the street. Here is where I made one of many mistakes at this point. I put myself on a collision course to fail when I had to buy a drink to get in.
Why??? Why did I do it?
Cause…I'm stupid. That's why.
I ordered a Tequila Sunrise…yes you read correctly. I MIXED drinks!!! The first three really didn't take effect immediately but after an hour or two…mixed with several shots of random shit…the bulkhead was basically the only reason I was still standing.
Fast forward. Some dumbass decided I should eat something. Worst mistake of the night. The ultimate worst mistake. Food and alcohol do not mix well with me at all. Just like water and alcohol don't mix well for me either. I can't have either one when I'm drinking.
Long story short…I bar hopped a bit more. Then threw up EVERY WHERE in my barracks room. There wasn't a spot on or near my bed that I didn't miss. Sadly, I slept in it too.
When I woke up the next evening, the pain from my head, dizziness, and the ability to make coherent sentences was overwhelming.
The Japanese lady who came into my room to clean it left and came back with cleaning supplies and told me to clean the room myself. I have never been so grossed out in my life. Last time I did that.
Here are my top three remedies for a monster hang over:
1. Sleep it off if you can.
2. Steamed rice and 2 aspirin. I don't know…it seems to work for me.
3. If all else fails…have another drink.
I told…I'm a Sailor. We play by different rules. IJS.
What's your favorite hang over story or remedy? Please share.
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Today would have been your 75th birthday. I still hear your voice but sometimes it sounds like a faint whisper.
I know your okay. I’m okay too. I wanted you to know what I’ve been up too since it’s been so long and we don’t talk like we used to…
The week before last, I was in charge of a very big command milestone. I wore my brand new uniform (I can’t remember if I told you that the Navy finally made me a Chief). So crisp, white and shiny. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I saw a glimpse of you…
Can you believe that in October I will have completed 20 years in the Navy? I reenlisted for 4 more. I wish you were here to see me finish what I started.
My oldest has been working her real grown up job for a year now. Can you believe she’s 23? Where has the time gone?
These tears as I write this feels like it was just yesterday and not 8 years ago.
The girls are getting so big and so are their mouths. I find myself pulling a play from your playbook. Who knew…I would morph into sounding like my mama completely.
The boy…a big handful. Spoiled rotten. Attached to my hip. Yet, he keeps the laughter in my house. He forces me to keep using my imagination. You’ve never seen him before. He’s so silly. He looks just like his dad.
Yesterday Roderick and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary. Can you believe it? Someone has been able to put up with my crap for 8 years. His hair hasn’t turned white yet so I guess I haven’t “plucked his last damn nerve yet.” Your words. Not mine.
Some things haven’t changed much. I still drink my MT Dew, vacuum my floors in the same direction, love my bacon, and desserts. I have stepped up my cooking game. I will probably go to culinary school next year if I can fit it into my schedule. We will see.
I don’t want you to be mad because I haven’t been to your grave. I can’t bring myself to do it. I hold you in my heart always and I don’t need to go there to be reminded of who you are.
Until next time, I love and miss you. Happy Birthday, Ma!
It’s 12:45 in the morning and I have to be at work in a few hours. Yet, I’m wide awake fantasizing about you.
I already miss you. It feels like you’ve been away forever but it’s only been two days.
I bury my nose into you pillow. I can smell your scent…the faint smell of your cologne. I squeeze the pillow. Holding it tight close to me.
I close my eyes and I see you.
I want to kiss you.
I want to act like when we first met.
I want to sit on the phone, talk for hours, hear you breathing on the other end even though I just saw you.
I want to hold hands and take a walk along the beach.
Pausing for a moment for a soft kiss.
Snapping back to reality…
We won’t do those kind of things. It was just a fantasy. Real life took over this relationship a long time ago.
We will text instead of actually talking.
Do you ever fantasize? What do you fantasize about?
Feel free to share…
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