Archive for July, 2013


“After I saw the first thing I ever did, I got a migraine.”~Claire Forlani

Such a brutal 24 hours or so. And its still not over for me as of yet.

Last night I was feeling quite strange as I began to shiver and shake from out of nowhere. I did check my temperature and found a fever.

Great. Just great. Sick during the summer? That’s not what I want.

Eventually I would some how fall asleep by some miracle. And then this morning, the shivers went away, the fever was gone, but my head hurt like crazy.

So now I have a migraine. Water overdosing: here I come!!!

But I was lucky enough to find a caring soul to actually take me to the emergency room to just simply DEAL with it. And  so I wondered what they were going to do. I mean, I wasn’t suffering any severe injury of any kind. It was just a migraine.

And before I knew it, a few hours later  I was back at home.

The nurse announced that I was sick. And also said that I had a migraine.

Well no shit, Sherlock. I told you that when you asked me the reason as to why I was there in the first place.

A few moments later was the lowering of trou, and a syringe in the ass and sent home.

Fantastic. What the hell was that all about??

I would find out within a matter of minutes.

Apparently, I had ceased to make any sense when I talked. I wasn’t forming any cognitive words in ANY language and I kept slumping over in the passenger’s seat.

Then I just kinda stared at my ceiling as it spun counter-clockwise. It was then that I began to wonder the meaning of life and where we come from. You know, all those big and heavy-hitting questions.

The next thing I knew I was sitting straight up, but on the floor.  And it was dark outside. How the hell did I get out of the wheelchair? And how did I do it without injuring myself??

If you see any part of MY DAY on your milk carton…. please let me know.




“If she isn’t going to invest and spend time on you, then you should never spend any time on her.”~ G. Franklin

I think that often times I become fortunate to have those kinds of people that have no qualms about speaking their mind. And even when they do, that most times it becomes an awakening.

For the past several months, I’ve been living in a daydream. Or nightmare, whichever you prefer.

But this morning the person who gave us this blog post’s quote popped my bubble and woke me up.

The deep and rocky subject about my social and dating life was on the chopping board and he sliced that bad boy immediately in half, separating the bad from the still yet to be determined as well as the good.

I was discussing the possibility for a date with a woman that of course, I adulate in her beauty until the sun goes down. Then do it all over again when the sun comes back up.

But certain key elements of the date was not looking good or even possible. I was told that I should can the idea in a whole.

So when I asked about a Plan B, that was more accepted than the original concept of the date, which in all honesty the details were screwed up by her misunderstanding something along the way. And I do not know for sure where she got tripped up.  The parameters of the date were out of reach for me. I could not fulfill it even if I wanted to or tried.

Plan B was more beneficial to me. And it still got me the face time with this woman that I seek.

And yet I suffered.


Don’t allow others to stomp on your joy. Be assertive and take a stand to what you feel is most comfortable for you. And if they too are comfortable, they will follow. If they do not follow, they are not meant to be.

Nearly pining for a woman who was never really giving me any satisfaction and my somewhat confused and scattered brain believing that I could be the change caused nothing but emotional hell for me.

And one sentence that was uttered allowed me to break the chains from this internal misery and second-guessing of myself which always was a prelude of turmoil and pain.

Such a waste of time and energy and of course, effort on my behalf when there was very little to draw any kind of satisfaction or fulfillment.

I hope that we all can learn from my mistakes. But even more so, I hope that nobody ever intentionally puts themselves into my shoes at any time at all.

I feel freed from my own dark mental prison. The shackles are now gone and its no longer on my shoulders to bear the burden.

We will see how this updated date turns out, or even if she agrees with the terms of the date instead of what was originally proposed.

I cannot say that I know her that well enough to say that she will sway one way or another.

Time will tell.

But I realize that that in the meantime, there’s no fulfillment of joy or pleasure. I’m not receiving any amount of spent time on her behalf.

And who knows, the time in which we are supposed to be together is so far away that it might not even happen at all.

All I know is that I don’t have to worry about her any more, and if that day comes then it comes.

And if that day never comes, sorry- its her loss.

Therefore ….. so long, redhead. The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.


Hell, Norway

“The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.”~ Dante Alighieri

I caught the tail end of an amusing conversation this morning.

The topic was strangely named places across the world. Most noted was the question of how many places are named “Hell” in the entire world?

Well, let’s see. 

So then by going to this website and searching the term “hell” you will find all kinds of answers.

I will give you one another example. There is a place in Peru called Infierno which is “Hell” in Spanish.

Hell freezing over

Looks like Hell is freezing over, in Norway.

Then you have the following places:

Hell, Norway. Hell, Switzerland. Hell, California. Hell, Michigan.

Crap, I’d believe it about a few of them. And I remember many years ago that Michigan INTENTIONALLY named their city “Hell” because during the winter they wanted to have other places that were COLDER than they were to be able to say that they were “Colder then Hell!” which is just the perfect reason to name your city that. Oh well.

But then we continue:

There is Hell, Grand Cayman. In the Cayman Islands.

Of course you can always go to Hell’s Creek in Montana.

Or you could possibly go straight to Hell’s Gates.

Hell’s Gates is located in Australia and is also a named island in Antarctica.

Hell Gate in Florida, Georgia, and in the Bahamas.


Hell is every where in the world!!

Hell’s Gate (note the difference in spelling) is in Montserrat.

Or try living in a Hell Hole:

Hell Hole is in Utah, Tennessee, and Louisiana.

Hell Lake is in Canada. I imagine you can catch some seriously evil fish or marine life. I’m just speculating though.

And if none of that interests you then you can walk away from it all by crossing Hell Bridge in Ireland.

And I suppose all this talk about Hell is getting some people hot under the collar.

I understand. But it is actually very fascinating indeed that in different parts of the world certain words and terms mean different things.

Some of the non-English speaking countries probably had no idea what they were doing when they named these places Hell. Although what Michigan did was stupid. Shame on them. I have relatives that live in Michigan!!!! fucking

I am not a fan of it all, personally. I think that I will take my chances in …. in Fucking, Austria.




“Thirty was so strange for me. I’ve really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.”~ C. S. Lewis

Reader Request.

 Okay so I can only guess that most of us have seen this before already. This Facebook photo has already received over 280,000 SHARES alone.
Why though?
This man evidently was on a train bragging to other passengers about his “dalliances” with so many other women. And none of those women were his actual WIFE.
How stupid can you be?!?!?!???
So then the person who dares to put this photograph on Facebook gets offended by his rambling and encourages everyone to share the photograph and spread the word about his alleged cheating.
So before I go on, I must admit that the first time that I saw this post being shared by someone, I clicked on share myself. Now I realize that I probably shouldn’t have.
#1- Unless we were there on that train, we do not know the entire truth. This could be someone just jaded and wanted to start shit.
#2- We do not know if the man is actually married. And if he is, whether or not HE is telling the truth. If he is married and this post is for real, and he has been talking a lot of shit, then he gets what he deserves.
So we don’t know who is actually telling the truth, the person talking or the person posting.
#3- I personally do NOT believe in everything that I see posted on Facebook.
If you are on any mode of public transportation and you are talking that loud, then your privacy goes out the window and quite honestly your consequences are deserved based on your choice to be loud.
This post is buzzing and becoming viral. I do not know whether I feel sorry for the person talking in this photograph or the person who took the photograph.