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I've always believed people have a right to tell their story. It may not be interesting to anyone else but the beauty of the web is that you can post it anyway. I often have things to share like funny experiences, scary moments, or just want to write and this allows me that luxury. So read if you like, follow, comment, or go on to the next. Either way thanks for stopping by.
They say when David went to fight Goliath he was the bravest of them all. I think he did what he thought he had to but he was scared as hell. I believe many of our soldiers are just in that same situation. We trust our wars to boys, send them out to fight horrible dangers and evils. BOYS!!! How do I stress that enough. Though I dont believe there is ever a right age to send a man to war, it seems so cruel that we send our youngest to fight battles for a nation. We pep them up with talks of heroism and fighting for freedom yet we know we are sending some to die. It seems so cruel doesn't it? To know that not all will come back. To send them facing death. I think the ones that die have found there peace. Its the ones who are still alive and have seen the worst that live in the valley of the shadow of death. We send our boys to kill and to witness things no one would want to imagine and when they come home, we, ignorant for not having been there, dont understand why our boys, now become men, dont want to talk about their "heroic" tours. Some get so engulfed by the ugliness that they become a part of it. Can we blame them? It is easy to place blame when one has not lived the fears. I think back to a couple years back where that scandal came out about torturing the prisoners of war. How some soldiers got court marshaled and what not and though I dont believe anyone has a right to mistreat another human being I can't help but think that it was done out of frustration. When surrounded by unspeakable things sometimes violence is our only way to cope. We become those evils because it is all we know. Of course not everyone goes through that, but it does happen. Do we ever wonder about the neighbors boy, the all-american, bright, popular boy that went off to war and now has come back and has isolated himself from the world. Do we ever wonder what made such a young boy full of life with so many expectaions suddenly loose interest in everything. Do we wonder why there are so many alcoholics and drugs being taken by some of our finest? I wish there was something I could do. To ease the pain. Unfortunatley war is something that will remain till the end of time so there will always be horrors and nightmares, flashbacks, screaming, and vivid dreams so horrible death becomes bliss. Yet it is those that chose to go and accept that their lives will be altered forever that I lay awake thanking God for. They live those horrors so I can live my life without fear. To the ones there and the ones coming home and to the ones that never make it back, I have nothing but humble respect. My admiration, love and respect will be carried through the prayers I send up every night as I lay in bed knowing that I am safe.
So several weeks ago I was at the W lounge (in Salt lake City) for a friends birthday and this guy came up to me and asked if I was Kim Kardashian or was related to her.....I was like who the hell is that? I'm not much into reality T.V. shows nor do I watch anything other than like ABC, Fox, NBC or even the occassional ESPN...channels like that. The girl I was with, Brandie told me that the Kardashians have a show on E or something. Anyway I thought nothing of it and just blew it off to some guy making a pass at me.
Then like two weeks ago Brandie's friend Juanita said the same thing that I look like Kim Kardashian....so I thought wow two people have told me this I need to find out who this girl is.....so I looked on line and I was completely blown away! Not because I look like her but she because she' s amazingly gorgeous! I only wish that I had some more of a resemblance to her, she's way hott!
I know have watched her show reruns a couple times and have seen her website. I am truly a fan of her beauty. Hopefully she is no Paris Hilton though. I can only stand so many srich spoiled brats, myself included! OH WAIT I'm not rich but if I ever am I've got the spoiled thing down. LOL
I realize now, that both people that told me that I looked like her had been drinking so maybe I just look like her after the distortion that comes with several cocktails. REGARDLESS I am graciously flattered to be compared to her.
So tell me what you think, do I look anything like her?
I've also been compared to Eva mendez but yeah dont see that either....
Still its nice to hear :)
So a while ago I had to go to urgent care because I was pretty sick...
you know how it is when your there... you have to wait forever to be seen...then your name gets called and you think FINALLY, then some male nurse takes you back to the room only to check your vitals and then sends you back to the waiting room to start the wait all over again! whew! I hate it. And everyone around you is either coughing or sneezing or has a broken bone or something...the point is everyone is miserable...so that's how it was a few saturdays ago...I was sitting down trying not to move...when the nurse comes out and calls someones name...so some tall lanky older Asian guy gets up and just as he is about to go thru the door he lets out the LOUDEST fart!!! And no not just one...it came in a set BLuP blup BluP bLuP (thats my fart noise)....BLUPPPPP BLupp
For the next second or so the whole waiting room went quite. It was one of the moments where you think to yourself ...did that really happen, or did I just imagine that? 2 seconds... 3 seconds .... and thats all it took for the whole waiting room to explode in laughter. My sympathies to the gentleman who let it RIP, literally, but for a just a moment he made evertone forget their misery. It was seriously hilarious!
I have recently gotten a letter from a friend who is in Prison who I haven't seen in over 5 years. Way back when we used to be the best of friends, or so it seemed that way. I can't deny that part of our friendship was my attraction for him and that, I believe he took for granted. Its been a long time and I admit that I was quite naive and innocent in believing that the more I did for him back then, the more I cared, and was around- he would one day realize I was the woman he wanted. It never happened. And for that now I am grateful. He never really out grew that phase of being iresponsible and that of course landed him in prison. So anyway going on I received a letter from him and have corresponded with him once about a month and a half ago. It was great to hear from an old friend and I was sad to hear what had become of him and how his life was turning out to be. I said that much in my letter and promised to write again when I could. I tucked the letter away and made a mental note to write again. Time has gone by and I've been preoccupied with a new position I have recently accepted and so I have not written back. So a bit ago I get another letter and it kinda pissed me off. To make a long letter short he asks why I haven't written him and says that he expected more from me. That I should realize that the joys of his days are looking forward to letters. So obviously not hearing from me has been a disappointment. He goes on and on about how we used to be such good friends and blah blah blah. He also wants to know if I'll come visit even though he is in a different state and one across the country at that!
As I am reading the letter I think to myself..."what the hell does he expect?" I am not the one that made an incredibly stupid choice to land me in prison. Not only that but, what the hell do I want with visiting him? I mean its all good that we were friends at one point but the difference between he and I is that I always new I would out-grow that childish phase and go on to make something of myself. I new there would come a time when those friends would be outgrown and I would move on. Now he expects me to act like we haven't been separated for years and that I am still the person I used to be? Give me a freakin break! Why would I want to visit him in prison? What would we say or talk about? Its not like we have anything in common any more. Right?
Yet at the same time I feel for him. I feel for the person he has become and for the stupid choices he has made and the hard blows life has delt him. But really what can I do? I can be sympathetic, but I will not let myself get dragged down too. Is that so wrong to think like that? Does he really expect me to focus on him when I have a life outside of his prison walls. Does he think that in some way I am still waiting for him to come around? LOL Wow its amazing what a 12 X 12 cell will make you believe. So to him...I'm sorry that you took me for granted so many year ago...but I am not sorry that my life has gone on while you sit in your cell and wait for the next letter to come.
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