I just realized that I haven't posted anything since February. This is NOT due to a lack of things about which to think/write. Rather, it is more due to a combination of a lack of personal time, intentionality, and decisiveness on my part. There have been many dozens of topics about which I've considered writing, pictures/videos/links I've considered posting, etc. One of the difficulties I've had is the fact that my personal computer continues to be possessed of the Blue Screen of Death on a fairly regular basis, and I get tired of fighting with it. When I'm done staring at my secure computer for the day, it's really hard to make the decision to fiddle with my own stuff for the evening. Be that as it may, I've been remiss in my bloggishness, and I deeply apologize. Please forgive the error of my ways.
Today, my goal is to get my links updated to include the blogs that I've been reading lately and a couple of things I like, as well as post a few thoughts on different subjects. I seriously doubt that I have retained any regular readers through my intermittent blogging, but if you're out there, thank you for your time and patience.
Links I'm adding:
Just Barely-- a blog that I originally encountered awhile back through Ranger Up, and of which I became a subscriber just to help meet a Ranger Up donation goal to Wounded Warrior Project.
Cake Wrecks-- I have NO idea how I found this, but I found it utterly hilarious. I'm now a regular reader on there, and am taking Jen up on her blanket permission to link to her. If I need a really good laugh, I just go on there and read a bit. :)
Links I'm pulling:
Brownie Points--as my friend has not updated it in over a year, I don't see the value in retaining the link.
The DTS Group-- as it's being re-worked. I'll add it back in when the new site is launched.
Hopefully, I'll be a little better at keeping up, now..
Much love.
L~
10 June 2009
18 February 2009
An Open Letter to My Heroes
To the best of the best, our US military:
I heard a really infuriating thing the other day. A friend of mine stopped a soldier in uniform to thank him for his service, something that is always necessary and always right, whatever time and effort it takes. The soldier told him that he had just returned from the sandbox that day, and that as a group of soldiers were walking through the airport, there was a little boy watching them. He stopped his dad, and pointed at the soldiers. This scumbag of a wannabe frenchman pulled his little son back and said, while making eye contact with the soldier, "Don't get near them. They're a disgrace." Needless to say, the soldier was grateful for the appreciation shown him by my friend.
When I heard that story I was so mad and so sick to my stomach that anyone, for any reason, would EVER say that about MY guys. MY guys are out there risking life and limb so that we can bask in the freedom to say stupid things in public and ruin our children. I hope that little boy grows up to be a type-A commando with a love for country and a sense of honor that is big enough to die for his dad's right to make such idiotic statements.
My input: There is nothing too big, too hard, too difficult that I would not do it for all of you guys who sign your lives over to our country. Whether you are a soldier, sailor, airman, coastie, marine, policeman, special agent, firefighter, paramedic-- You are what makes us great. You are what makes us viable. You are what makes this country the beauty, the envy that she is. Your service is the only thing that keeps us a notch above, even when we make every effort to destroy ourselves with poor decisions. I love you guys, with all that's in me. You are so greatly loved and appreciated by so many. Some people don't know how to come up to a man (or woman) in uniform to tell them thank you, but that doesn't mean they don't feel the sentiment. They're worried that they might look foolish, they might bother you, they might embarrass you... Whatever. I'll say it for all of them. We love you. We FIERCELY appreciate you, and I, for one, would love the opportunity to do anything in my power to make sure that guy's voice is never again heard by anyone who wears (or ever has worn or ever will wear) the uniform. Thank you for your service. Thank you for your honor. Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you to your family and friends who carry and support you. Thank you. I love you.
Blessings.
L~
I heard a really infuriating thing the other day. A friend of mine stopped a soldier in uniform to thank him for his service, something that is always necessary and always right, whatever time and effort it takes. The soldier told him that he had just returned from the sandbox that day, and that as a group of soldiers were walking through the airport, there was a little boy watching them. He stopped his dad, and pointed at the soldiers. This scumbag of a wannabe frenchman pulled his little son back and said, while making eye contact with the soldier, "Don't get near them. They're a disgrace." Needless to say, the soldier was grateful for the appreciation shown him by my friend.
When I heard that story I was so mad and so sick to my stomach that anyone, for any reason, would EVER say that about MY guys. MY guys are out there risking life and limb so that we can bask in the freedom to say stupid things in public and ruin our children. I hope that little boy grows up to be a type-A commando with a love for country and a sense of honor that is big enough to die for his dad's right to make such idiotic statements.
My input: There is nothing too big, too hard, too difficult that I would not do it for all of you guys who sign your lives over to our country. Whether you are a soldier, sailor, airman, coastie, marine, policeman, special agent, firefighter, paramedic-- You are what makes us great. You are what makes us viable. You are what makes this country the beauty, the envy that she is. Your service is the only thing that keeps us a notch above, even when we make every effort to destroy ourselves with poor decisions. I love you guys, with all that's in me. You are so greatly loved and appreciated by so many. Some people don't know how to come up to a man (or woman) in uniform to tell them thank you, but that doesn't mean they don't feel the sentiment. They're worried that they might look foolish, they might bother you, they might embarrass you... Whatever. I'll say it for all of them. We love you. We FIERCELY appreciate you, and I, for one, would love the opportunity to do anything in my power to make sure that guy's voice is never again heard by anyone who wears (or ever has worn or ever will wear) the uniform. Thank you for your service. Thank you for your honor. Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you to your family and friends who carry and support you. Thank you. I love you.
Blessings.
L~
05 February 2009
Ranger Up Ladies Stuff
Fans and friends, and odds and ends...
Today I got an email from Nick at Ranger Up (Yes, that's the site I love with all my heart in my links on this page...) asking me for some input for their ladies' gear line. I'm taking ideas here, via facebook, myspace, and email. If you have any thoughts, slogans, suggestions, colors, designs (graphic or clothing), please get them to me!
I'm brainstorming like crazy, and would LOVE any ideas y'all might have. Hey, since I'm telecommuting, I basically live in Ranger Up gear. :D
Much Love.
L~
Today I got an email from Nick at Ranger Up (Yes, that's the site I love with all my heart in my links on this page...) asking me for some input for their ladies' gear line. I'm taking ideas here, via facebook, myspace, and email. If you have any thoughts, slogans, suggestions, colors, designs (graphic or clothing), please get them to me!
I'm brainstorming like crazy, and would LOVE any ideas y'all might have. Hey, since I'm telecommuting, I basically live in Ranger Up gear. :D
Much Love.
L~
20 January 2009
The Obamination of the USA
Today, Barack Hussein Obama was the 43rd man to take the Presidential Oath of Office. (No, he's not the 44th American to take the oath, as he stated in his inaugural address. He's the 43rd. Grover Cleveland served two non-consecutive terms, taking two separate numbers on that list, though being one man. Beyond that, I'll avoid pointing out that the Supreme Court still hasn't ruled on whether he's actually eligible to hold the office, due to a case in that highest court of our land questioning the whereabouts of his birth... but I digress.) I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my best to the new First Family.
To President Barack Hussein Obama: May all the wisdom of God be given to you as you ask it. May He guide your hand, your thoughts, your decisions. May He protect you and yours from those who would seek to do you harm, lead you astray, and press any agenda that might move you against His will.
To Mrs. Barack Hussein Obama: May you have the grace to fill the enormous shoes of the ladies who have gone before you. May God grant you patience as you deal with the necessary pressures your family will experience while in this position of power. May the stresses of this circumstance roll lightly off your shoulders, and may you truly be a role model for those millions of young ladies who respect you and frame you as their heroine.
To the little Obamas-- Malia and Sasha: May you grow in grace, to be beautiful ladies, as you are beautiful little girls. May you be preserved from the things which would impinge your chance to experience all the joys of childhood. May this be an extraordinary opportunity, and may you look back on it as a happy time in your lives.
To the First Family, the administration, and all of those who are linked thereto: May all the hopeychange be with you, inasmuch as you believe in it and work toward it. (Whatever the heck that means.)
To My United States of America: May God go with us as we are led by a man who would fight for the murder of babies, while speaking against those who participate in "slaughtering innocents" in his inaugural address. May He (that's God, not the Obamessiah, people) protect us from ourselves. May He guide our country and our President, and may He draw our hearts ever closer to Himself. May we remain the republic that we are (not the democracy that we aren't, Senator Feinstein), and may the consequences of our decisions be administered to us lightly and mercifully, but only as that might follow the infallible will of God.
While I might not have said it as well as Blackfive did, he is now President Barack Hussein Obama, and therefore occupies an office deserving of respect. As the man in the chair in the Oval Office, as the Commander in Chief, as the leader of the free world, he deserves our respect and support, however he also needs to remain accountable. I stand behind that office, no matter who occupies it, and whether I support his decisions, his standpoints, his policies, I will offer my prayers, and my support, on his behalf. Pray harder, people. We're going to need it. God help us all.
Much love.
L~
To President Barack Hussein Obama: May all the wisdom of God be given to you as you ask it. May He guide your hand, your thoughts, your decisions. May He protect you and yours from those who would seek to do you harm, lead you astray, and press any agenda that might move you against His will.
To Mrs. Barack Hussein Obama: May you have the grace to fill the enormous shoes of the ladies who have gone before you. May God grant you patience as you deal with the necessary pressures your family will experience while in this position of power. May the stresses of this circumstance roll lightly off your shoulders, and may you truly be a role model for those millions of young ladies who respect you and frame you as their heroine.
To the little Obamas-- Malia and Sasha: May you grow in grace, to be beautiful ladies, as you are beautiful little girls. May you be preserved from the things which would impinge your chance to experience all the joys of childhood. May this be an extraordinary opportunity, and may you look back on it as a happy time in your lives.
To the First Family, the administration, and all of those who are linked thereto: May all the hopeychange be with you, inasmuch as you believe in it and work toward it. (Whatever the heck that means.)
To My United States of America: May God go with us as we are led by a man who would fight for the murder of babies, while speaking against those who participate in "slaughtering innocents" in his inaugural address. May He (that's God, not the Obamessiah, people) protect us from ourselves. May He guide our country and our President, and may He draw our hearts ever closer to Himself. May we remain the republic that we are (not the democracy that we aren't, Senator Feinstein), and may the consequences of our decisions be administered to us lightly and mercifully, but only as that might follow the infallible will of God.
While I might not have said it as well as Blackfive did, he is now President Barack Hussein Obama, and therefore occupies an office deserving of respect. As the man in the chair in the Oval Office, as the Commander in Chief, as the leader of the free world, he deserves our respect and support, however he also needs to remain accountable. I stand behind that office, no matter who occupies it, and whether I support his decisions, his standpoints, his policies, I will offer my prayers, and my support, on his behalf. Pray harder, people. We're going to need it. God help us all.
Much love.
L~
19 January 2009
Democratic Republic
This country is not a democracy. This is a concisely, cleanly educational explanation of what government is and how it works. It's amazing what intelligent people can squeeze into ten minutes and thirty-five seconds.
17 January 2009
Change for me, baby.
Loving someone is wanting the very best for them. That has been a theory of mine for a very long time. Wanting the very best for them out of everything, including yourself. Becoming your very best so that they can have the very best of you. Seeing something that's less than the best and wanting to make it go away...
A thought that just occurred to me is this: If you want better for someone than he wants for himself, does that mean that you want him to change for you?
My Beast had some things that needed to be addressed in his life, and now that he's no longer mine, I wonder if addressing those things would have made him very different. If he was well, would he lose the things I loved about him? The things that made me crazy and kept me sane? Would he still be maddeningly, wonderfully impulsive? Would we still dance across the parking lot or skip through the zoo? Would he still offer sweet compliments to lift my mood? Would he lose the kind along with the unkind? I like to think that a healing within him would be the best for him, but would it? Maybe I should just stick with the things I know.
Maybe I wanted the very best for him, or maybe I just wanted the very best for me. I'm not really sure, anymore. What I do know is that I loved him. Still do. Now that the numb is starting to wear thin, I'm approaching the point where the emotions burst the dam, and it's terrifying. Loss is powerful, and undealt-with loss can be lethal. God help me.
Much love.
L~
A thought that just occurred to me is this: If you want better for someone than he wants for himself, does that mean that you want him to change for you?
My Beast had some things that needed to be addressed in his life, and now that he's no longer mine, I wonder if addressing those things would have made him very different. If he was well, would he lose the things I loved about him? The things that made me crazy and kept me sane? Would he still be maddeningly, wonderfully impulsive? Would we still dance across the parking lot or skip through the zoo? Would he still offer sweet compliments to lift my mood? Would he lose the kind along with the unkind? I like to think that a healing within him would be the best for him, but would it? Maybe I should just stick with the things I know.
Maybe I wanted the very best for him, or maybe I just wanted the very best for me. I'm not really sure, anymore. What I do know is that I loved him. Still do. Now that the numb is starting to wear thin, I'm approaching the point where the emotions burst the dam, and it's terrifying. Loss is powerful, and undealt-with loss can be lethal. God help me.
Much love.
L~
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