Rhyme Time

The Suess was let loose by those vultures of Cancel Culture.

Cancel culture did let loos the Suess.

Anyone who cannot see it is not looking.

Or, they are letting themselves be led by the "news".

How does something like this start do you ask?

Actually, most do not ask. They don't ask because they are already told.

It IS racist or It IS sexist or It IS lame and old.

Should you verify this yourself? Should you decide your own fate?

No! You should just believe what the Woke would like you to believe,

Out of fear of their hate,

Or worse,

That they will retaliate.

There is some dispute as to whether cancel culture cancelled these books.

The "news" will tell you it is not so.

They will tell you it was the estates "choice" to have them go.

The "choice" though, was fold to the pressure or expect it to get stronger.

Do as they say,

Or you will exist no longer.

The "choice" was do as they say.

Otherwise they will take it all away,

Just as the Prez did the other day.

Oddly, President Biden cancelled it first.

A president cancelling an author?

Now that is the worst!

If only it were a joke.

Unfortunately, despite his being clearly asleep at the wheel,

He still has to prove he is WOKE.

He removed Suess' name out of pressure from cancel culture.

It's crazy!

It's like a scene from Weekend at Bernies!

But with with vultures.

https://nypost.com/.../biden-removes-mention-of-dr-seuss.../

Why were they cancelled?

Racism! Of course!!

If you don't like something just shout that,

But with FORCE!!

One such horribly "racist" depiction is in "And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street,"

an Asian person is drawn wearing a conical hat, holding chopsticks, and eating from a bowl."

Is it racist?

DO NOT ASK!

YOU are NOT in CONTROL!

https://apnews.com/.../dr-seuss-books-racist-images...

Maybe you think they needed to go.

Maybe you think that eliminating these books, or cancelling them is best.

You know, because of "progress".

Cancel culture does not want progress though.

They want control.

They say what stays and what goes.

They are eyeing "The Cat in the Hat" and deciding if it should be the next to go.

Maybe you're not a Suess fan? That's okay.

Just wait.

They'll cancel one of your childhood favorites too though.

Do any of these titles matter to you?

Little House on the Prairie, Babar, and Curious George are all on the Cancel culture hit list,

just to name a few.

A free society is just that. It is FREE.

It does not pick and choose what you are Allowed to Speak, Think, Read, or See.

You know, just as this woke joke Cancel culture says it will be.

Oh by the way, why don't you at least give it a chance.

Follow along with Suess' cancelled book.

It is posted her, by happenstance https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9Z6MLJZtKY

Now off to read To Kill a Mockingbird... Oh Crap.. Cancel that.

http://www.ala.org/.../frequentlychallengedbooks/classic

Coddle Bubble

I love a good Bubble....

Everyone loves a good bubble. Who didn't love bubble gum or bubble shooter as a kid? Or maybe now.

Major Lazer loves a Bubble Butttt... and I'm not gonna lie, when that song comes on I cannot help but get one little "bUbBLe BuTt" out myself.

Oooh and the pleasing sensation of popping bubble wrap. pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! YES!

Covid bubbles are all the rage. Some prime time sports players are bubbling together.

But what about a social media bubble? Are you in one? Are they good? They sound kinda fun.

A social media bubble is a combination of the choices you've made and the computer made algorithms that have gotten you there.

When your idiotic friend posts a 3rd meme about politics, which is 3 strikes already, and then one of them makes reference to a politician being Hitler! How unpleasant! It is time to unfriend, right? I mean they said Hitler! So there you go, you unfriend them. POOF! You made a choice to make your bubble a little more cozy. No more H word. 

But then in another click or two you are once again forced to see unpleasantness! News stories about the other and their ridiculous views. What about that annoying sponsored add for unsustainable mattresses? The gall! And then there it is, the WORD you hate the most! How dare THEY! Luckily, you're far to healthy to let them draw you in. You sleep on a sustainable mattress for heaven sake! Soo... unclick, delete, waste basket you all go.  POOF! POOF! POOF! 

Now it's a SAFE place.

Go ahead, Click around...

Look at those friends of yours now. They are geniuses! All of them know not to say the dreaded H name. They, like you, have sustainable mattresses, clearly. 

Your feeds have gotten their message too. No more News about the other. Click click... Today you are getting smarter about the world by learning about how oppressive leaders feel about your country. Good to know. Maybe they're on to something. We are less than perfect. That is practically totalitarianism. 

ANYwho, a couple more clicks and an add for reusable straws comes up. Very interesting. You've lost your last metal one, you'll need a replacement. The words are pleasant... the glorious sustainable, made in the USA while still providing jobs overseas, all natural materials, by a free trade company that helps you stay connected with friends and family, to discover what's going on in the world, and to share and express what matters to them (okay I stole that last part from a place that rhymes with crazedlook). 

Nice bubble. You got a real good lookin bubble over there.

Bubbles 

Everyone loves a good bubble.

Bubbles protect us from reaching out and engaging with others that have annoying differing views. They shield us from icky news that makes us mad or sad. They screen us from products that we haven't bought yet and allow us to see more options for snow tires, since you bought those last month. They guard us from people or places that use words that make us feel unsafe. Mama will keep baby cozy and warm. Ooooh baby baby oooooh baby, Of course mama'll help to build the wall... I mean bubble. 

References and additional reading:

http://www.pink-floyd-lyrics.com/html/mother-wall-lyrics.html

https://www.thesocialdilemma.com/https://www.nbcnews.com/better/lifestyle/problem-social-media-reinforcement-bubbles-what-you-can-do-about-ncna1063896

https://www.ted.com/talks/eli_pariser_beware_online_filter_bubbles?language=en

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MobfYnRRpys&list=FL4NQIMBDd-0oyUuMZM0Uz-Q&index=107

https://www.hackensackmeridianhealth.org/HealthU/2020/08/26/how-to-create-a-covid-bubble-and-why-you-should-consider-one/

https://www.digitalnewsreport.org/

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0747563218303650

https://www.nbcnews.com/better/lifestyle/9-tips-talking-people-you-disagree-ncna1059326?icid=related

Marin

A few more addicts died today.
The epidemic is on fire.
The fire is burning in (Corrupted) California.
California is a national natural disaster.
The national natural disaster is in Puerto Rico.
Puerto Rican's are suffering due to a historic hurricane.
Historic hurricane Harvey destroyed many many homes.
Many many homes have been ruined due to addicts.

My Country is A Mess

On a Break

I'm on a break.
Don't go cheating on me.
We're just on a break!!

Pot Holes

Weeds are inevitable
At some point they pop up and you treat them.

If they get out of control, you may end up with a real problem you can't fix.
You'll be stuck with weeds.

When I look at how the economy is going I see the weeds growing.

More than see it, I feel it.
KABAM!
Fucking Pot Holes!

Those things are EVERYWHERE!!
They ARE, if your economy is fucked up.

Our economy is fucked up.

It's not that there isn't enough money, it's that it's being weeded out to ridiculous places.
It's being poured into holes.
And not the right ones!

Pot Holes are an indication of a much larger problem.
They're sending us a message.
Weed out the bullshit spending or we're gonna end up in a hole we can't get out of.


Cut Pork
Pork

Dirty Cop

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf." - George Orwell

Cops are Dirty.
Our police force is primarily dirty.
Right?
This is what we keep hearing from ALL the protesting.

"Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level then beat you with experience." - Mark Twain

The Dirty Cop narrative works for a lot of people.
It works the same way when I fart and blame it on the dog.
Who wants to be responsible for bad behavior?
You can look at pimps to preachers and know, not many.

"I didn't want to hurt anyone. I only wanted to kill them." - Son of Sam

When a person goes bad what do you do?
Give them more hugs?

psstt.... I have a secret ....
    Hugs don't work on these guys.

"We've got to have rules, and obey them, after all we're not savages" - William Golding

Some people are savages.
They just are.
They don't want to be governed by rules.
They prefer chaos.
It suits their need.

"Chaos is the law of nature; Order was the dream of man." - Henry Adams

Chaos can grow. Easily. It can become anarchy.
It does ALL the time.
Riots are anarchy.
Murder is anarchy.
Terrorism is anarchy.

Without law we have anarchy.

Sometimes law goes astray and becomes the anarchist.
Anyone living in a repressed society can tell you that.
Well they would, if they were allowed too.
Usually they are not.
They are not because they are being ruled by chaos and chaos likes this.

"A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse. Or it can be thrown through a window." - Gilles Deleuze

The United States of America was founded on freedom and law, not chaos.

The mere fact that I am typing this or that people can protest is proof.
You can speak up. You can be heard.

There are dirty cops. A few. They need to go, in the right way.
If we, as a society, out of frustration, turn to anarchy instead of law, we will not make it.

"Where there is no law, there is no freedom" - John Locke

The anarchist wants this.
Stop giving it to them.

Stop being stupid.
Before you lose the ability to have the choice.

Drama Queen

The chicken or the egg?
Which came first?
I can really break my brain trying to solve that one.
So fuck it, I can't declare.

At some point in my life, early on, Mom started referring to me as a "drama queen".
She didn't say it with admiration.
The rest of the family picked it up soon enough.
So, amongst them, I will always be a "drama queen".

I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't think I earned my title, I was feisty as fuck!

A real pain in the ass.

I still am.

I used to be ashamed of this.
I also used to be confused about this?
Like, which came first? The Title or Me?

Then I had a mini ME.
And, just as mom had always hoped for, I got one just like me.

She's feisty as fuck!

I could maybe call her a drama queen?
But, that wouldn't even scrape the surface about who she is.
She is a handful with the biggest heart I have ever seen.
She is strong and confident and scared shit less.
She is beautiful and interesting.
She is going to rule the world one day.

That's my kid.
NOT my drama queen.
My KID :)

I'm not a DRAMA QUEEN either.
Two words could NEVER define me.

I'm a lot of things, but dramatic is not one of them.
I don't do things for effect.
for  D R A M A   (jazz hands)
I do things because they're right and I stand up for them.

I can, and will back down when I am wrong.
Not always,
I'm not perfect.
But, I try.

I look for solutions and answers and FUCK YEAH, I speak up about them.
Which often makes me look like a bitch,
or to the outsider a drama queen.
It's hard.
But, it's who I am.

I am no longer ashamed or confused about this part of me.
And my baby WILL NEVER BE!
She's she.
and
I'm ME.

Last Hit

This goofy little blog I'm up too is a direct result of trauma I went through.
That's how I roll.
Life gives me lemons. I make Chicken Piccata with capers and lovely butter sauce.
I can't give up. I can't give in. I just keep trying.

I played a KICK ASS game as a kid with my little brother.
We affectionately referred to it as the "last hit" game.
Whoever got the "last hit" was the reigning winner, until the next "last hit".
A soft sly hit was the MOST productive, but if you really wanted to win, the key was to NEVER QUIT.

Never give up.
I've never given up.
I want to sometimes.
I Never will.

Many people have uttered this mantra.

I've uttered it a million times.

Words are nice. They help you cope.
Who the FUCK wants to just cope?

Copers are victims.

DOers are not.
I can't cope.
I have to DO.

I had the benefit of a lot of trauma in childhood, so I got good at this.
I learned how to NOT COPE, but DO.
DO SOMETHING!

Sometimes I let my guard down.
Sometimes I get tired.
But, I don't quit.

If I quit the "last hit", my little pain in the butt brother would win.
Can't have that!

This game may still be going on today.
If I ever see my little brother again, I'm gonna hug him,
SO I can slap him in the back of the head.
So  I can get the "LAST HIT".
I have to.
I can't quit.

Joyful Child

I hope you NEVER forget the names of our Murdered Children.

Children abducted, raped, murdered. How is that possible?

I am ashamed of my country every time a child is murdered.
We ALL should be!

WE don't do shit about it!

How many marches have there been for murdered children?

One day this beautiful, joyful, little girl was alive.
The next day she was sexually assaulted and buried alive!

He was caught and thrown in jail. Forever. Living his life in jail.
 Not dead. In the ground forever. Like his little victim.

He had been charged earlier with similar crimes. He got a slap on wrist.

He was "registered" as a sex offender and therefore "monitored".
You can't moniter all those people!

WE also can't keep letting them practice! The whole, "attempted" line in any charge is CRAZY!
So they ATTEMPTED to do harm, but were not good enough to succeed, so we don't charge them as harshly? What kind of crap logic is that?

You try ANYTHING with a child? Prison for life! (I'd prefer the death penalty)
That's IT! Why is that complicated?

It's complicated because the touchy feely types want hugs for all.
They're hearts are in the right places, but their reasoning IS NOT!

How do you reason with incomprehension? You can't! What these perpetrators do IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE! You will never understand it. You will NEVER reason with it. It can't be worked with.

How many more is it going to take?
How much more freedom are we going to lose?

They're winning.
Look at the streets.
No more kids.

How Shameful.


AN INCONCLUSIVE LIST
OF THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE

Dylan Groene
Amber Hagerman
Tina Marie Harmon
Krista Lea Harrison
Vicki Lynne Hoskinson
Shauna Howe
Sherrice Iverson
Samuel Jimmy Ryce
Michelle Rogers
Christie Rogers
Marie Ridulph
JonBenet Ramsey
Mary Elizabeth Quigley
Holly Christen Piirainen
Michaela Petit
Etan Patz
Elyse Pahler
Samantha Runnion
Jessica Lunsford
Destiny Anne Norton
Lisa Ann Millican
Amy Mihaljevic
Leiby Kletzky
Charlie Alan Keever
Johnathan Lee Sellers
Megan Kanka
Polly Klass
Tammy Jo Alexander
Carmen Colon
Wanda Walkowicz
Michelle Maenza
Samantha Runnion
Molly Bish
Nubia Barahona
Barbara Ann Barnes
Christopher Michael Barrios
James Glass
Danny Yates
Randell Harvey
David Helligiest
Gregory Malley Winkle
Mark Scott
Billy Baulch
Johny Delome
Steven Sickman
Wally Jay Simoneaux
Richard Hembree
Joseph Lyles
William Ray Lawrence
Homer Garcia
John Sellers
Michael Baulch
Charles Cory Cobble
James Drymala
Brenda Sue Brown
Carlie Brucia
Sandra Renee Cantu
Heather Dawn Church
Rocio Delpilar Sperry
Marcy Renee Conrad
Amber Creek
Deanna J. Cremin
Deanna Criswell
Stephanie Crow
Dolores Della Penna
Jesse William Dirkhising
Jaclyn Marie Dowaliby
Amber Dubois
Eclutna Annie
Michelle Dorr
Riley Fox
Levi Frady
Jetseta Marie Gage
Michelle Angela Garvey
Barbara Grimes
Patricia Grimes

thejoyfulchild.org

wikipedia.org Murdered_American_children

Gently Mashed

You ever watch M*A*S*H*?
Growing up, it was a pretty good substitute for parents.
I watched that show religiously!
Those guys taught me morals and work ethic, what jackasses your coworkers can be,  and that dumb chicks talk in high voices. They were a wealth of guidance!
I think as a kid I was suppose to relate to RADAR, but I've always just been so very Hawkeye.

Lots of people think they're Hawkeye. He's the rage against the machine. The "Do not go gentle into that good night". He's the boat rocker. Lots of people feel a need to rage, not go gentle, or rock the boat. You should, but you need an anchor.  Because as it turns out,  Hawkeye was none of these and you shouldn't be either.

Hawkeye was forced into his situation and he was clear about his hate for it.
He was anti EVERYThing "the man" was about. So what did he do? Fight back? Retaliate? LEAVE?
Nope, he stuck.
He stuck around and made his truly bad situation the best he could.
He made it better for himself, but more importantly, he made it better for those around him.

Rocking the boat is fine. As long as you can RIGHT it again. Otherwise, you're just all wet.

So go ahead rage rage against the dying light, but just make sure you take care of those around you, ALRIGHT?

www.poets.org dylan thomas
www.tv.com mash

Pro Bullying

We need to face it,
Anti-Bullying in this country will NEVER succeed until we eliminate the double standards in our adult world.

FOLLOW ME!!! I'm Nice!
or
FOLLOW ME!! I'm gonna punch people in the face and take their money.

Who would you choose?

EVERYONE says they'll choose the first guy, but everyone ACTUALLY follows the second guy.

There are examples EVERYWHERE!
Ourselves, Our leaders, Our stars, Our monsters... all of them, if they have power or money, we'll follow.
We tell our kids otherwise, but they know.

How many of you look up to or kiss the ass of the rich a-hole at your kids school? Some of you have jobs you should be ashamed of, but it makes you good money, so there you go. Your kid sees it. You choose to buy the products from these bullies and justify it somehow. We re-elect leaders we KNOW have done shady things.


Our leaders slander each other and fight incessantly. They don't get along and they make it known. They make up BS laws or add things on to push their agenda. They don't care if they hurt us, or if we agree, they only care to stay on top. AND we let them do it!

Our entertainment choices are becoming increasingly oversexualize, violent, and power hungry. Do we put the CD or remote down. Apparently not.

We even let the monsters in this country do it to us! Our monsters get notoriety, fame, LOVE LETTERS!

Our kids understand. They get it. They follow suit.

I have the solution.

Debate needs to be implemented in the schools and at home.
If we can talk to each other we can solve problems.

Art needs to come back in the schools and in our children's lives. If you can create, you will no longer have to be a slave to these amatures.

We need a tabula rasa in the government.
A blank slate. We need everything wiped cleaned. It's absurd to think of, but it's more absurd where we are and there is no other choice.

If we don't? The bullies will not only prevail, they will continue to thrive and GROW.
We WILL be overrun.

Nobody cares enough yet in the United States to stop bullying really, because we have money and power.

The Anti-Bullying initiative will never succeed.

We may as well face it.

Dick Parker

We've ALL done it.
The last minute dash to the store. You don't have time to be there, so you get dropped at the door.
Seriously every event I attend goes like this: already late, grocery store stop, later, my arrival.
So, yeah, sometimes I get DROPPED OFF and PICKED UP at the door. We don't park, but still I hate myself, EVERY time I do it. But, it's for a good cause right?
MY selfish good cause.

I'm an ass for being dropped off, I know it. But, those dick's that don't just drop off? Well, I have a solution.

ANNOUNCING
Dick Parker Towing!

That's right, You park like a dick, you get a towing!

My business plan for Dick Parker Towing includes why WE ARE DIFFERENT, what sets us apart?

Dick Parker Towing is unlike your traditional tow trucks currently over saturating the market. Dick Parker Towing is specifically designed for the Dick Parker. The one that PARKS DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF A STORE. I did not say drop off, although, this too is offensive. What Dick Parker Towing will do for you is get rid of the Dick Parker.

All you have to do is call 1-800-IMA-DICK and for the market value rate of $10.00 One of our attendants will leave his slot at the dumbbells and throw on his Dick Parker shirt and stand next to said offensive vehicle. Our attendants will also LOUDLY and PROUDLY re announce the arrival of the Dick Parker.

For an additional $10 fee our attendants will stand in the front of the store for an hour, to announce future arrivals and departures.

In time Dick Parker Towing will tow those Dick Parkers away.

Not all Dick Parker's will be swayed.
Clearly,
They're DICK's, how else would we expect them to respond?

Thank you for your consideration on this very lucrative business venture.

Democratic Oligarchy

Work needs to get done. Complaining needs to stop. Punishments need to be doled out.
You need a strong political system to manage your country.
Without one your country will fall apart. You may end up with Anarchy or TEARS!

This little island I govern, is run as a Democratic Oligarchy.
The lay people (the kids) have the democratic right to vote on EVERYTHING.
 If they work together, majority WILL RULE.
UNLESS they make a decision I don't agree with. Then *KAPOW* Oligarchy!
I just overrule and deny THE PEOPLE any rights to decide.
SO easy!

I can run my home this way. I pay all the bills. I never had to be voted "in" and the little people have no impeachment power.

One day they'll catch on, but until then I'll continue my Tyranny.

The USA is a little different.
The big rock we live on  is ruled as a  Federal Republic.
so like, all the states get to make their own choices about their stuff, but they totally belong to the whole group. The group is bossed around by important words written on important paper.
It's kinda like that.

So, your body is the ruler, but your parts can work independently to get their jobs done, and your brain is in charge.

It's been known to work.

Occasionally, things go haywire.

You know your brain decided to stop listening to the belly state and continue to fill it with chips.
Then, the knee state protests after it has to carry the weight of the belly state.
Then the face state decides to ignore everyone and use excess money to insure it will be around later with our without the belly or knee state. That's right baby, a face lift!

We don't need a face lift!
We need a workout!

The knees are bad. We better start slow. But, we're hella fat, so we better get on it!

We need to get BACK to work, we need to start communicating, laws need to be adjusted and USED.

or continue to enjoy your
Democratic Oligarchy.


ref.
THE WORLD FACT BOOK

Yamamoto

In times of war brilliant people say brilliant things. They say these brilliant things to justify their inane actions.
I'm not a pacifist. But, our current militant bordering on anarchist mind set has got to stop somewhere.

The very misquoted quote, "I fear all we have done is to waken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve," is a prime example of such.
The quote is attributed to a Japanese General during their fight with America.
It was widely used after September 11th to justify our means for revenge.
It is again what is going on in the Middle East.

I fear all we have done is waken an Arab Nation and fill him with a NEED for it's own revenge.

We need to pack our shit and get the fuck out.

We are getting more tightly embroiled in conflict we neither started nor will ever understand wholly. THEY don't even understand it wholly anymore.

Bring our kids home. Batten down the hatches and get ready. Here on our soil.

I know. We fight there, so we don't have to here.

Bullshit.
We fight there because we don't have the balls to end it once and for all,
 or put our tail between our legs and haul our asses home.

The brilliant dude responsible for this quote thought he was the giant.
Unfortunately, for him, We Were. Our soldiers put a cap in his ass, and as for his ideology? You can read a history book for that. Let's just say, it didn't turn out well.

Just sayin'
Who's the giant this time?

Cleared to Land

My passion does not lie in aviation, but my heart does.

I will always love the sky and aircraft because of my life as an Air Traffic Controller. I really don't miss it though.

You name the type plane, I've likely worked that craft. I worked military to commercial jets and everything in between. My favorite will always be the F-15's in Japan. Sorry, I'm partial to those fighting COCKS. I love a good Huey or Black hawk too, but they're fun to watch, not control. The best and nicest pilots came from, now defunct, Aloha Airlines and also the German Air Force.

I have some real doozies to tell about what went on in the sky. Like one time when the Foo Fighters flew into Roswell to do an impromptu concert. I controlled the two planes carrying all the "lucky recipients" of such a concert. My two pilots thought it was great fun racing each other to the airport and so they did. Those SO B's were all over the sky. Knuckle heads. This was never really dangerous, but just sayin', there is a lot more tom foolery that goes on in those skies than you realize.

The skies are a bit crazy. There are a lot of people up there who don't know their up from their down, but that's never stopped these go-getter's! It's nuts. One time during my ATC career my husband was working at a mental hospital. He and I swapped equally insane stories. It wasn't uncommon for me to one up him. It's the wild west up there.

Before becoming an Air Traffic Controller I had wanted to learn to fly. After, I did not. That's all I have to say about that.

Aviation has given me so much freedom and joy in both my professional and personal life. I may "Oh shit" the handrail every time, but I'm still grateful.

My heart is in the skies and today, it is heavy. Another aircraft has gone down. Another mystery is under way.

It is a parent and a controllers worst nightmare for an aircraft to go down.
My heart is heavy and my hope is for answers.
I say a little prayer to you... goodnight GermanWings and all other craft before and after you. You were loved. You will be missed.

Pelada

Clunk...
that was the sound of the ah ah lava rock as is bounced off my head. I reached up to feel the lump growing and found a puddle. I pulled my fingers from my head to the front of my face.  The red oozed down my my middle and index finger. My first thought was revenge! My second thought was, "that kid has another rock!"
"I'm Telling!!!" I yelled as I darted into the house. My little brother's face went white as he turned to try and catch me for negotiations.
He was not successful in his attempt, Luckily.
This moment in my life triggered more than a headache and a pretty likely spanking.
This was the moment it was declared, "THAT'S IT! You kids NEED a sport!!"

Hallelujah!!

This was where my soccer career began.

I found my strength and pride on the field. I was something to be reckoned with (truth be told, the whole damn family was excellent at it!). I'd had no power in my life before, yet I was boss on the field. Simply, soccer saved my life.

Soccer is my airplane. I have moved around the country and the world, with no fear ever, because I have soccer. I will always find somebody to play the sport. I have always found friends through the game. I have been invited into new communities and cultures through the game.

Soccer is a game of family and generations. I have played against 7 year olds and 70 year olds, and gotten my butt kicked both ways! Luckily, the 70 year olds usually want a drink after the game.

Soccer is a game of tradition. It is somewhat traditional to have that drink after the game, but it is more traditional to sit down and connect as you prepare to play or leave the game. You have to talk to these people and figure each other out. There are no boundaries in soccer.

Soccer doesn't care what color or size you are. You wear a jersey or penny or t-shirt to let the others know whose team you're on. This is your label for the game. Nobody cares that you're purple, but they care if you're lazy.

Soccer forces you to not be lazy. You can be lame, but you can't be lazy. Working your ass off is just part of the sport. There is no, "waiting for your turn". You're up the moment the whistle blows, and you better run. If you can still run.

Soccer is for everybody. You may not be able to run anymore, but if you have legs you can move. There are enough fakes, and tricks in the game you can just pull off a quick Maradona and be on your way. Or, the position of goalie is usually available for the crazy or those wishing they can be lazy. No matter what, you will learn to perform.

Soccer teaches. Communication is key to the game. Talking to your teammates opens up lines of communication and travel for that ball. You have to work together and you'll figure that out with a quickness when faced with a bombarding opponent. Finding your strength will come with one quick or lucky move.

Soccer, luckily, changed my life and my path. It enhanced my life and made me a better person. It channeled energy that may have otherwise gonna toward revenge and turned it into teamwork and strength.

Soccer enhanced my life. Soccer gave me the travel, family, tradition, strength, and power I did not have in my home life.
Simply, Soccer saved my life and I don't think I'm the only one.

pelada-movie

Subtle Hint

This goes out to the guys.

I've had primarily male friends the majority of my life, so I'm assuming at least one of you Assholes reads me.

Men lack subtly, like me.

Men's inability to read subtly is why I'm here, for my ladies, to club you Mother Effer's in the head, for them.

Listen Up Boys...
It's a fact. You like us ladies. You have too. We're softer than you, and, despite all your hardness, You Like Soft.

Keep Us Ladies Happy by doing ONE THING...

TAKE YOUR LADIES OUT
It doesn't matter where you go or what you do (well, some of you I worry extra hard about here), but get them the fuck out!

AND, NO, the Home Depot is not OUT.

Look, you knuckle heads, ladies need the same things a flower needs, (we're fucking delicate) a little sunlight and fresh air.

Take your gal OUT, on trip to the grocery store to pick fabulous food items for  YOU TO COOK, for her. Ladies like parks, and walks, and dinner, and museums, and getting the fuck out of the house.

Can I be anymore clear?

I don't know,

Sometimes you need to be clubbed over the head.
Men are not the best with subtly.

I'm gonna wrap this up now, because I also know, you dudes can't be expected to pay attention to "chick shit" for too long either!
HA! I love my boys!!

Dark Overlord

ssshhhh....
I didn't want to have to do this, BUT
If you are receiving this, it is likely already too late...
The Dark overlords have taken over.


Open YOUR EYES people!!
examples are everywhere...

You've seen it... I know it...

They make us pay astronomical prices to "adopt" their foot soldiers.
I have tried to trace the money, but it is moved too quickly, and it is a NEVER Ending supply. They just send out an entire new crew of soldiers to be "adopted" again! They just keep coming!!!

They then work to wear you down and make you divulge your secrets. You are put in a room and forced to fill out miles and miles of paperwork. If the paperwork does not lull you into submission, they WILL send out an inspector.

The inspector comes to your home to verify you will be a "good fit". This is what they will say. What They ARE doing is surveying your home as a possible landing zone. A jumping off point for the rest of their mission.

Once they infiltrate our homes the indoctrination program begins.

They slowly teach you how to care and house them, and you'll be willing. Then, before you know it, BAM!!! They will have you trained!

I know this sounds crazy, but they will actually have you follow them around town (as they continue to survey and observe) picking up their poop!!! I know, crazy!!

I've seen it done!!

You will be forced to pick up their poo AND THEN, they will MAKE YOU wrap it!!

They don't stop there, the entire time you will think you are doing it for you!!!

They are good.

I am here to warn you...

.....
.....
......Hello? Is somebody there?
....AAAHHHHHH!!!!!....

Help me D.OH.G one you're my only hope...

Milburn

I love my kiddo's and enjoy telling them stories. It's a good thing since they're pretty insistent.

So this may come off as self gratuitous, if you feel that, I'm sorry. I just love this little guy and I want him to be known.

I do have a children's book published.
Sounds fancy, OOHHH... AAAAhhhh.... fan fair...
Not really.
I will likely never make any money from it.
The market is over saturated, Hollywood has taken over the world with ghost writers to ensure they keep their fame going even in writing (seriously, snooki has a "book"?), I don't know or do beans about marketing, and maybe the story is boring?...
I don't know why, and I don't care anymore.

I don't care because, no matter what, I still love my guy Milburn...

Milburn is an old English name.
The Macaroni penguin was named by English sailors in the 18th century.

These sailors spotted the penguins and decided they looked like maccaroni.
That IS maccaroni, and it doesn't stand for the pasta.
You see, these English sailors thought, "he's so fancy, you already know", that they wanted to name him after a song!
No, not that song...
They actually equated this level of fancy to their day's metrosexuals!
Let me explain better,
The song Yankee Doodle is about these so fancy guys, too!
"...stuck a feather in his hat, and called it macaroni."

This line refers to the American soldier's being so fashion challenged, they would actually make this tiny gesture of sticking a mere a feather in their cap and then dare call themselves as high fashion as the young, rich, aristocratic, Englishmen of the time, the maccoronis. Those damn Yankees!

Not to be outdone by these Englishmen though, Milburn has his own sense of fashion and daringly wears his bright red scarf to all penguin functions.

Milburn is frightful. He's got a lot on his mind. Wouldn't you be if you were near extinction?

He's a kid. He wanders off and he forgets to eat. KIDS!!

His mind is filled with the scary things that are natural to his environment. They're all part of a delicate chain and they're all becoming endangered. How's that for scary.

Milburn's favorite meal is krill. The Macaroni Penguin's favorite meal is krill, at least until they get a sushi bar, I'm sure.

Milburn's mommy loves him. The Macaroni Penguin lives in a tight family.

SO here is my little fella...
Milburn the Macaroni Penguin is my sweet little fancy pants.
I'm his mommy too, and I love him.

I also love Dax my Bedraggled Donkey and my The Little One... Maybe one day they'll get out there?
Maybe one day my kiddo's will do something about them... they are becoming quite the artist's and I do need illustrators...

Maybe I'm being too self gratuitous again.

or Maybe not.

OR
Maybe they will only be known by my kiddo's, because I'm their mommy and I love them too and I really love to tell them stories.

Home On The Range

Home, home on the range...

... Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the sky is not cloudy all day...

Ahh, the open air, the freedom of solitude out on the range.

When my little one was new to the talking game, I tried out a joke with her, she would deliver my punchline.

"Honey, how much cents do you have?" I would ask
"No sense at all," she would respond.

She could have been a fantastic party trick for me!
The husband cut me off.  He wouldn't let me use the kiddo as a punchline. So annoying!
Actually, thank god he was there.
I've been there for him too.
We're a team.

Raising kids makes rustling cows look easy, not to mention the smell!

There is no solitude in raising kids.

I hitched my wagon to a good cowboy.

Some people hitch their wagons wrong.
They "get hitched" to dogs, chickens, or bulls, or worst yet, a jackass.

This is not only sad, it makes no sense?

You're gonna be home on that range for a long time, why would you choose to be there with a lame duck?

 Choose a good parent.
"Choose a good daddy."
This is my new punchline to my kiddo's life.

Me -"How will you know he's a good man to marry?"
Kiddo's - "Choose a good daddy!"

A good daddy will want to be a good husband to keep his little home on the range not cloudy all day.
It just makes cents.