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I received a notice today that I was nominated for a Liebster Blog Award.

It was totally unexpected. And I have seen blog awards around but had no idea how in the world one receives them or wins them or whatever.

But here I am with MY FIRST nomination.

First off, thank you to the person who nominated me. The fine author over at:

So I was given ten questions to answer. And I had to answer them all for the first part. And here we go. Get your tissues and put on your big person’s undies:

1. What is the single most amazing thing you have ever tasted in your entire life? I want details people! There is this hamburger join on U.S. Highway 160 inside the city limits of Coldwater, Kansas. Their hamburgers are quite divine. But since I left the state over ten years ago, and my parents are no longer living along that route, I’ve never been back. And I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the place.


2. If there is one moment you could relive in your life, what would it be and why? The night that I manhandled Céline Dion’s ass………… and lived!! It was prior to her American fame exploding with “Beauty and the Beast.” I think that given that if you know who I am, the why is self-explanatory.


3. What is the one thing you have never tried, are beyond scared to, but want to accomplish before they put you in the ground? I’ve wanted to travel to as many European countries as possible. PBS is the devil!! But I jest. I’m afraid though that I will never make it.


4. Worst date you’ve ever been on? The worst date I have ever been on, was a blind date with a woman that drove 3 hours across the state to hang out with me. Our expectations were far different than one another for the night. And only after two drinks, she admitted that the male roommate that she had was in fact her boyfriend. But she wasn’t happy with him at that time. And because I wasn’t getting what I was wanting, coupled with that new piece of information, I insisted she take me home. I didn’t even bother with the formalities at the end, I slammed her car door and went running inside of the house. Only to find out that she had been arrested trying to go back home. She was swerving on the highway due to fatigue and the cop noticed something and searched her car. Her entire trunk was full of drugs. Thankfully I was gone at that point. But all the promises of desire and longing were a bunch of crap. I fell for it. Something changed her mind and I never knew what. Now she’s sitting in a woman’s prison for 25.


5. What do you want to be when you grow up? If you’re already grown up, what did you want to be when you were growing up? I had switched “careers” throughout my childhood and young adulthood. I wanted to be so many different things that it depends on what year of age I was. It changed every year. The last time I thought about it, I wanted to be a Sign Language Interpreter. But that never worked out for me.


6. What is your guilty pleasure? Cottage cheese. Shut up! Next question.


7. If you could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be and why?  Nikki Lynn to begin with.  I love her to pieces and would do anything and sacrifice whatever I had for her. Others such as Jodi Ambrose and “Lusty Biter” also have been so extremely awesome and kick ass in my life. I wouldn’t know what I would do without them.  Like the song says, I would walk across the fire for them. Celebrity-wise?? Maybe Céline Dion, Tom Hanks, Deborah Gibson, and a few others. But my focus wouldn’t really be on celebrity type people. It would be more towards the people that have made a HUGE impact to my life in some way personally.


8. What is your passion in life? Music. It always has been. Always will be.


9. If there is one thing you could say to your 13 year old self, what would it be? I will tell the 13 year old self that things are about to get really shitty for a while, but hang on because it won’t last forever.


10. What bores you to tears? Golf, soap operas, and watching people make the same freaking mistakes over and over and over and over again without ever learning to stop doing that.


My personal nominations for this award go to:


Sense So Common

Clantily Scad

Emily’s Blog

FogCity Musings

Life Interrupted


Venus Knows Best


Liz Jasper

A Redhead’s Guide


The ten question that I personally would ask are the following:


  1. What is the most common thing you daydream about?
  2. What is your top 3 short term goals in life (up to the next 10 years)
  3. What would you say is your greatest personal achievement?
  4. If you could have one “super power” what would it be and why?
  5. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
  6. If you are having a Hollywood style party name your top five VIP guests:
  7. If you could plan your last meal, what would you eat and/or drink?
  8. What is your favorite smell?
  9. If blogging was not available, what would you be doing in your spare time instead?
  10. When is your birthday?

For those ten who I have been given a nomination:

Rules! Should you decide to accept the challenge, follow these please:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
2. You must answer the 10 questions given to you by the nominee before you.  (Seen above in bold.)
3. You must nominate 10 of your favorite blogs with fewer than 200 followers and notify them of their nomination.
4. You must come up with 10 questions for your nominees to answer.

Personally I thought this was kind of fun. I don’t know when or if ever I’ll win or not win. But I guess we’ll find out. I am proud of the work here and I continue to keep everything going the way things were.

Until next time!!!!!




Posted: July 19, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Wow. Ladies and gentlemen, you just have no idea how impressive this number is for me.

THIS IS MY 500th BLOG POST on Dambreaker.

And to think that it came in less than two and a half years since I started it.

A lot of ups and downs and a lot of posts that didn’t make sense to a bunch of people and a few that remarkably had changed lives, unbeknownst to me at the time that it happened.

I know that I have some people who read this and they have not subscribed to this blog. To those people, I STRONGLY encourage you to do so, so that you do not miss anything.

I am amazed in the fact that in this short amount of time, I nearly 100 people who have subscribed to this blog and receive each post via e-mail every time I write.

For those of you who are silent readers and for those of you who are subscribed. And for those of you who have no problems leaving comments: I send to all of you my love and thankfulness.

Thank you for making Dambreaker what it is today!!!



“Every single moment is a coincidence.”~ Doug Coupland

Okay, for those of you who are  creeped out by things too easily, are superstitious to the max, or otherwise bothered by the uncertain and the unexplained, go ahead and skip this blog post and wait for the next one.

The Conjuring came out in theaters here in the United States today…. with a few exceptions of certain places which it was released a little earlier than today.

So I stuck my nose in it today, trying to make a decision of whether or not to go see this film in the theater or not at some point over the weekend.

I couldn’t sleep much, so I was up and at it around 6:30 AM this morning, still dark… but looking up creepy stories about The Conjuring.

Its supposed to be “based on a true story” but we all know that Hollywood messes that all up and barely bases anything they release on film on what is to be considered true events.

These kinds of stories, the TRUE stories, I always find myself fascinated with.

So ever since this morning, I had been looking up the behind-the-scenes story as to what brought this film in production.


That thing is so creepy!!!!

There seems to be a lot of web articles about the story of Annabell the Doll. Its a older version of Raggedy Ann doll. It was bought in 1970, and weird things started happening with the doll. I was shocked throughout my research today that the doll is still in existence today!!!

And to think that as a child, I had a Raggedy Andy doll given to me for Christmas. Really does make me shiver! A LOT!!!

But I won’t go into a lot of detail and ruin too much about the film because the film is not the point of this blog post.

What happened afterwards IS the focus.

After I realized that I spent ALLLLLLLLLLLLL DAY LONG on this subject, trying to learn more and more and more about the true story behind the film, all I would get is the same story about Annabelle the Doll.

Before I knew it, it was dark outside. I knew that if I continued to research and I found something that creeped me out… it was going to work on my sleep. So that very moment I realized the sun was gone, I stopped looking it up.

I moved on with my evening, ate a few snacks, made a few tasteless jokes on Facebook, wrote back to some e-mails from my e-mail penpal near St. Louis, and even played Angry Birds via Facebook.

The idea and information about Annabelle the Doll went to the back of my mind. But something else popped up that I have NO explanation for. Other than coincidence. Some might WANT to connect it to something not of this world though.  shit

No matter what level I was playing in the game of Angry Birds, I would always receive the same score. This happened at LEAST ten different times on various different levels.

I had to take a screen cap of it to prove what I am saying was true.

Two stars, three stars, it didn’t matter. The score underneath was ALWAYS the same!!!!

I had to stop playing. Well, I did not HAVE to. I chose to stop.

What do you think about this mess? Is it a coincidence? Is it a sign? Or possibly a warning?

Let me know what you think!!!!!!!!!!! Leave a comment below.


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.




“I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.”~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

Well this is something that I never thought I would be writing about.

Hate. More specifically, hatred against me.

Someone on Facebook had asked me if I was the one called Dambreaker. In which, I am.

They showed me the URL to this Facebook fan page that literally was a small group of people…. 17 in all, including 3 administrators… “Die Dambreaker!” was the name of it.

No, its not German. It was die, as in, wished you were dead.

Evidently, there are some people who do not like this blog. And that’s fine. You can’t please all of the people all of the time. I know that eventually my own personal opinions are going to come out once in a while and there will be things that I discuss that people in general just may emphatically disagree with me over.

But hate enough to want me to die??

I joined the group. Did a little spy work. The three in charge were women that were in my past at some point in time that I either left behind or chose not to associate with. Women who were on my Friends List on Facebook before I deleted or blocked them. I know this because of the photographs of me that were on the page. Of course with written words or messages across my face either to make me look like the devil or a victim of a serious beating, and whatever else have you.

It appeared that there had been people in the past who took a stand against their hatred. And those people were banned from the page. And their names were dropped by the administrators afterward.

So I will only comment on this to set the record straight: I do not HATE anyone. Yes sure there are some people that I am aware of in my life that I feel are making the wrong decisions in their lives, but they are the ones that are making the decisions and therefore they are ultimately the only ones who deals with the results. There’s nothing that I can say or do to “help” them. But I do not hate them for their actions.

I was successful in reporting this  page to Facebook and in a couple of hours, the page was removed. So its no longer there… for those of you who are fired up about this and wanna go fight. Its gone! And I looked again this morning to see if  another one was made, but there was nothing there.

My only hope is that these three women get over whatever ill feelings that they are still harboring so that they can get on with their lives. I just simply refuse to be a part of it.

It was a very difficult pill to swallow when I first realized it was there. But when I found out who was behind it, it began to make a little more sense and I was able to dismiss it fully and have it removed.

Too bad, so sad. We here though at Dambreaker, are moving forward… never to look in the rear view mirror.

Thank you for your support!!!


Scared To Death

Posted: October 26, 2012 in Uncategorized
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“I’m obsessed with zombies. I like watching zombie movies and I read zombie books.”~ Kevin Bacon

When I heard about this story I was totally shocked and then on the other side of things I could do nothing but nod.

If it is true then it is terrible and tragic.  But since I heard about it by word of mouth then I do not know whether or not I am going to believe that it is.

As we come closer and closer to Halloween, everyone who celebrates are getting excited. And some of us are the kind of friend that will exploit the fears of other friends.

Such is the case that I heard most recently.

A group of friends were wanting to go visit a haunted house. But one of the friends had a really nasty fear. They didn’t like being scared and all of that. They didn’t watch horror films and they didn’t participate much in Halloween. The problem was that they just scare too easily.

Well the rest of the group were minus one, and they just didn’t feel right about it. They wanted to include their fear struck friend in their hijinks some how.

Rather than spending their money for admission to their favored haunted house, they decided to use the money to dress up with costumes and make-up and go scare their fearful friend at his home.

The group was described to go to the nines. They even learned how to be a zombie after hiring an instructor. So the group finally got ready with their scary outfits and had a few zombie actors tag along with them to go scare their friend.

They waited until after 11 PM at night and they came up to the house and started pounding on the front door and windows all around the house. 

Their friend was asleep when they arrived. When he heard all of the noises, he went into a panic. He reached under the bed and pulled out his loaded pistol and started screaming at the people to go away.

The zombie party continued to stay in character, until the first shots were fired through the bedroom window.

In his half-awake state, the victimized and pranked friend went ballistic and fired upon everyone who was banging against his house.

Even after the scary party realized what was going on and they fled for their lives and coming out of character, the guy charged out of his house and kept firing upon them.

It was never told whether or not anyone had died in this horrible incident. But I think it would be safe to say that someone got seriously hurt.

I’ve been searching and searching online for any story or article written about this. I have not been successful in finding anything. So, this could just be a Halloween story for fun. If that is the case… that’s messed up!!

I hope that everyone has a safe and fun Halloween, no matter how you celebrate it. Be mindful and respectful of other people, keep it clean folks.



This morning,  I was hanging out in the community room when I decided to go give some grief to the apartment manager.

As soon as I walked into his office, he alerted me that there was something that I would want to see, that was walking on the sidewalk outside of the apartment complex.

By the time I found an open window, the alleged eye candy was gone. I saw the back of the body and never saw what the apartment manager was hoping that I would take a glimpse of.

My first thought was that she was going to the corner store. I figured “what goes up, must come down”. So I went back into the community room, poured what was probably my fifth cup of coffee today, and waited to see if whether or not this woman would walk back again.

The other neighbors were watching me watching the window. They finally asked what I was doing. When I explained it to them, one of the ladies just rolled her eyes at me and opened up her coin purse and threw about $1.50 at me in coins. She told me to go to the corner store to see whether or not my theory might be true that this woman that I was supposed to see, might be sitting at the bus stop at the end of the block, or if she was inside the corner store. All in the hopes that I would stop looking at women and start talking to them.

Either way, I was sent out on a mission to chase skirt.

But the hunter would turn out to be the hunted.

As I approached the corner bus stop, I didn’t see any trace of the woman of whom I was chasing. Instead there was another woman sitting quietly and patiently at the bus stop with her back turned to me.

I didn’t bother pay attention. Instead I passed by her and looked. Her eyes caught mine as I zoomed by her and she smiled.

I continued on going into the corner store with my $1.50 and bought something quick and cheap. But the first woman was never found. I don’t know if I wasted too much time to go out on this hunt and she jumped on a bus or if she kept walking. All I know is that I never saw her again.

This other woman however, would turn me into the person being sought after.

As I was on my journey of returning home, the same attractive woman was sitting there quietly. When I began to pass her by again, she stopped me and asked me what time it was.

I stopped and gave her the time and she thanked me. And then asked me the most unusual question. A question that I didn’t see coming.

“Do you like to party?”.

Without thinking it through, I lied through my damned teeth and said, “Hell yeah!”.

Suddenly, this woman was asking me if I wanted to party with her. 


Abort! Abort! ABORT!!

I moved away from her. She kept giving options of where she and I could go to “party”. And even she asked me if I lived around in this neighborhood. By that time, my common sense finally caught up and I just had to tell her “Are you crazy??”.

As I said, the hunter became the hunted. This prostitute was trying to make a sale, but I declined.

Its only Wednesday. And its been crazy needless to say.  My journey to The Oasis is still days away.

I think that I should focus more on being with my family rather than trying to talk to women.

A 99 year old Italian man is seeking divorce from his 96 year old wife, after 77 years of marriage. I could not believe the story when I read it!

After finding letters from a lover that was written to his wife over 50 years ago, the husband suspected an affair. The wife ultimately admitted to the affair- which happened in the 1940’s!!!

Understandably angry, the husband is now filing for divorce.

Whiskey-tango-foxtrot, over??

I get that he is angry. I get that he was betrayed by the woman he married. I get that he is hurt and his aging heart might be broken and what not. But 77 years together?? What in the world was their marriage like one year ago, ten years ago???

I don’t get this move. I think that they are both freakin’ lucky that when he found out the truth that he did not suffer cardiac arrest. Or worse.

What in the world are the two of them going to do now? And how do the split up everything? Who’s insurance gets to pay for the nursing home? Who’s retirement gets to pay for medical bills? It’s all so confusing.

And from reading the above article, what kind of is fascinating to me is that they have one great-great-grandchild. That’s a lot of greats!! The family lineage is strong and the family tree has many branches.

I wonder what this Italian family is going to do for holidays, birthdays, and other special events in 2012?


So now this 99 year old man will be single again. The only thing that I can do is wish him well as he jumps back into the dating pool. But I really believe that for his age group, it’s pretty damned shallow!!

Good luck. But I don’t think e-Harmony, OKCupid, and other dating websites have a “70 and older” category for their members. It’s going to suck for him. And not in a good way either.

And the poor wife. Cheating on him so very long ago. People make very stupid decisions. And I guess that she is feeling somewhat relieved that she no longer has to carry this secret with her any longer, now that she admitted to her husband that she did have the affair.

I’m not sure as to why the husband cannot forgive her. MY GUESS is that the lover is probably no longer living. But, I don’t know that for sure.

77 years of matrimony, gone in one day.

Hello Guiness Book of World’s Stupidest Things That People Do? Yes, I’d like to submit an entry for your next publication.



“The amateur porn business makes $11 billion a year. They don’t get bad reviews.”~ Joe Pantoliano
Last night I had one of the most wild surprises in my e-mail that I have ever received in the past 10 years.
All weekend long, I was receiving messages from a guy that I now regret ever giving my e-mail address to. He filled it everytime with some kind of URL that would link to some kind of pornographic website, all because he thought that I might find the female actress to be hot.
Suddenly, he wrote in the subject title “I FOUND YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT” in an e-mail. I guess I could have just deleted it, but I didn’t. What I would find is yet another URL to another pornographic website, but this time he had included his username and password. And instructions to one particular page.
I was to find a woman named “Lexy” and click on her page.
When I did, I saw the most horrifying, mysterious, and shocking thing that I never thought that I would see in my life.
“Lexxy” as it were, was a female porn actress and she had about 10 different videos on the page.
Very cautiously, I clicked on the shortest video there was. Knowing that I was not a fan of pornography. What I saw for the next 3 minutes and 42 seconds was rather intriguing as “Lexxy” was looking familiar for a strange reason that I could not wrap my mind around.
After that, I moved on. Clicked the second one beneath it. And then it all came to light. I realized why this “Lexxy” was so familiar.
“Lexxy” is an ex-girlfriend of mine. Not a cyber girlfriend, and not a long distance relationship girlfriend, an actual tangible relationship girlfriend.
Immediately I threw up. I didn’t even have time to think about moving towards the bathroom. It just came out, and came out strong and hard.  My head spun, I was feeling faint and extremely disgusted.
I turned it off in total disbelief. I began to doubt the validity that it was her. I did some searching and it didn’t take that long to realize that in fact, it was her. Her face was the same, her voice. The only thing that was different was her body type which had obviously been altered for the industry.
I sat there wondering why she would do this. But then again, it didn’t surprise me. Considering the fact that after we had broken up, she was said to have been working at a strip club. Something that I never got confirmation on, but then again I didn’t really care as it was over between her and I. The only thing I could think of is that she went from exotic dancing to amateur pornography at some point.
What was bothering me about it is that when we were dating, we found out that we had a mutual fascination for tigers. The hypothetical question came up: If you can own a pair of male and female tigers, what would you name them?.
For the female, I said “Lexy”.
I’m guessing she held on to that to this day as it is now her “stage name”.
It still made me so violently sick to my stomach. No matter what the opinion that I hold on her would be.
I personally do not get into pornography. And that is for many reasons. Other than it being a moral issue.
Computer viruses are on all pornographic videos on the Internet. It will damage your computer and ultimately destroy it. Trojans and other things that are in the videos will connect to your computer and kill it. You can have the biggest and baddest anti-virus program built, and it will still attach itself to your machine.
I recall reading an article about the strangest Hollywood career changes. There was an Italian porn actress from the 1980’s that had gone from the porn industry into the Italian government. It struck me as odd, so I researched it.
It took just one click of the wrong website and my computer was toast.
I am also not a voyeur. I do not receive a thrill over watching someone else have sex. I would prefer not to be a part of the audience. That just isn’t in me. 
Pornography is dangerous as it is. Many people get addicted to it. And then they think that it is okay to take their addiction into the real world and treat women just the same as they see it on their videos. They do not realize that pornography to a certain degree is fake. It still is just another form of entertainment. No matter what your view on it is.
But I sure did get one heck of a surprise to have seen her. Especially like that!!!! I’m not sure exactly what I am going to do. Other than try to clean out my computer’s history and cookies and other files that connect my computer to that particular website. I definitely trashed the e-mail that contained the website. And I wrote back that I didn’t want any more of this guy’s porn. If he continues to send more, then I am going to block him from my e-mail.
He said he had thought it was my ex. So he definitely was going to share it with me to see if he was right or not…. and of course, he was.
I think though that I could have lived the rest of my life without having to have seen that.