Karma's a bitch

Karma takes time but I believe in its inevitability.

Been talking to a lot of people lately...actually they have been seeking me out. When asked for my opinion I am giving it. They are listening.

Value has to do with trust. Nobody wants to be associated with someone who is unscrupulous. Is this such a surprise?

I am so looking forward to what happens next...

Just a small interlude...

Hey

Still deciding what I want to do with this blog. I have been a crappy blogger I must say. I will figure it all out soon.

I do want to share this public announcement to a little stalker I seem to have and cannot quite shake.

And do know this has absolutely nothing to do with any of the people I have links to on this blog or anywhere else.

This message is especially for one "special" person who just can't seem to let go. You need to get a life and leave me alone. I have your email blocked for good reason. If I see any more hints that you plan on causing me harm or my friends harm I will publicly expose you in a way which you cannot imagine right now. Do you understand now? Do you get it?

You need to show some class, some tact, and some common sense and leave me alone. I don't want to see you here, there, or anywhere. Your very name sickens me. You are the most unscrupulous, fake ass, troll I have ever had the misfortune to meet.

Stop following me around the Internet like some creepy stalker.

I am not going to take your bullshit anymore. To think some people had to quit just to get away from you.

It is a big wide world...go find your corner and get out of my sight.

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In addition: Contrary to what you think, the producers are still around and monitoring the sites.

Do not let it even be a thought in your head to mess with the sites because you think nobody is watching.

And if I ever see you plagiarizing me or anyone else again I will post the example on every site I can.

A revival

Okay I know I keep saying this...

But truly...I wish to revive this lifeless blog.

I miss just...writing.

I miss my bloggy friends.

I want to write.

Seriously...there are many places to find me.

Just wrote about Sex Addiction on My Depression Connection. Would appreciate any comments.

Once upon a time I was a blogger...I even wrote poetry.

Bring me back to life. Tell me what is important. I have forgotten.

It is June?

Like no way. really?

It is June.

Once upon a time I used to have a blog.

I am not sure I remember how to blog. I like the idea of it and being free and saying whatever the fuck I want.

Excuse my French. :>)

Do people blog anymore or do they twitter or facebook or whatever is the newest greatest thing ever?

I am getting an iPad. It really is inexcusable except...wow...they are sleek. And fast. And fun. I need some fun. Tell me I deserve it.

It will be summer soon. Where did the time go? Who can tell me?

You know what I love about blogs? They are so self indulgent...like eating a king sized reeses peanut butter cup.

More....soon....coming to a blog near you.

I need this...

I have been writing and writing...and...well...writing.

I am a "writer".

Parentheses because...I am just me. I happen to write. But now it is a thing. A paying thing. I am doing well. Really well for the likes of me. It is like telling a genie...hey...I wish to be...a writer. And then suddenly you are. But there are still holes. And you wonder...I am getting exactly what I wished for...so what is the problem?

I need to write here. I need to be free. I need to...express the vastness of my ineptitude. I need to be on my knees. What good is writing if it does not humble you?

I have done these things...that I never imagined I would. I did a conference. I was on TV as the main course. People believe there is something in me that is special but my god...why don't I believe this? Maybe it is better not to believe.

What would be possible if I only believed in myself? I don't know. I am still not there.

Yooo Hooo!

Anybody out there?

First Times

Well they say there is a first time for everything.

I am trying to get some conversation going on Sexual Health Connection about people's first time of having sex. My goal is to show young folk, especially, that it is sometimes better to wait than to give in to the raging hormones. I do think many people regret their first time as they might not have been emotionally or physically ready.

So anything you have to add to such a discussion please visit this link!

http://www.healthcentral.com/sexual-health/c/824092/93661/connection

Remember that you can be anonymous in answering if you are shy about contributing to such a discussion.

I am going to be speaking...

at a conference! yaaaah!

I am nervous. I will need buckets under my arms for sweat! It is scary but also a great honor. I will talk all about it when I am done. I don't want to jinx myself. But I will be talking about things which are very important to me including the reason for why I write. My reason is a little boy...my son.

I love blogging...I really do. I was "blogging" before blogging had a name.

Words really do have meaning. It is possible to change the world through your words. What a long strange trip it has been. But...I would not change a thing.

Even if you are alone and think that nobody is listening to you....WRITE! It is important. You matter. And you can help someone else who thinks...nobody is listening. Know that no matter what you are going through...you are not alone.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend...I will tell you how it goes.

Thanks to anyone who still visits me here. I am so grateful.

The stuff in my mind...

Life seems...surreal lately.

It is like this big motion picture...you are a part of it...but you are also watching it as the film moves along.

What will happen next? Am I the main character or simply a bystander?

Read a book recently about a CEO who had 100 days to live. He had the "perfect death" where he planned out everything. And also wrote a book. Useful to the very end. I have decided I don't want a perfect death. I want real. This guy asked things at the end like "why am I here" and "what is my purpose?" but...I have been wondering these things since I was ten. I am always living like I am dieing.

Always been afraid of death. But now...I can sorta see it...understand it as a part of life. Had a friend who I confided in that I feared death and she says to me, "Wouldn't you, at some point, be ready for a new adventure?" I laughed out loud at her optimism. Death as a new adventure...well okay then!

Not sure how I got on such a morbid topic. Maybe it is the fact that yes....I want to live fully now...truly understand what is important and what is not.

So many people out there are not right in their mind...delusional. I have never had the pleasure of a delusion. Wonder what that's like. I am glad I am not that way despite how difficult life and reality can be.

I am glad I am alive. Grateful for the opportunity. The chance to help people. The chance to help myself. Even the opportunity for more pain...and subsequent growth. It is all good.

Hello world! I am here.

Come on over...

Hi guys and gals!

Just going to throw this little news blurb out at ya. Today the FDA approved Gardasil for males. Gardasil is the vaccine for the HPV virus...and was being used for females only. Now males can get it...and what it does it helps to prevent HPV from being transmitted to your female partner and...it also helps to prevent genital warts in males.

The population who can receive this drug are males from 9-26 years of age.

Please stop by the sexual health site to give your opinion on whether you think you would get this vaccine for your child. Please!

Here is the link.

I would be most appreciative! :>)

More to come...

Your question could be on The Washington Post!

Hi guys!

Listen...we have a special thing going on over at My Depression Connection where you can pose a question about faith and healing and if your question is selected...it will be posted on The Washington Post site....and answered by the faith and healing bloggers over there. So what do you say?

Come on over...join the discussion!

Here is the link.

I hope you all are well and...I am gonna try to be a super human here and be here and there...we will see if I can do this!

Thank you to anyone who still comes by to visit here!

The UNfriendly skies

I am playing hooky from my regular writing job to blog here! Shhhh be vewy vewy quiet!

Just went on a plane ride recently...haven't flown in several years. Sheesh. Now you can't even have a water bottle on the plane. AND they friggin charge you for each suitcase. They wanted sixty bucks for my baggage. So I put my purse in one...and just checked my big suitcase.

I was also wanded during my lovely time at the airport. Seems I wasn't fast enough getting shoes off, computer out of the case, and so forth. Then the plane was late.

But the icing on the cake...was the A-hole I had to sit next to. The plane was small and crowded and some big dude was yelling at the stewardess upon entering the plane. I think he was told to find a seat anywhere...and of course he had to sit next to me. "EXCUSE ME! I HAVE TO SIT HERE!" he bellowed at me. He threw the seatbelt across the chair and plumped his fat ass down and pouted like a baby. He had his Ipod touch out...playing games...and would not put it away for the take off. Meanwhile...I am terrified of flying. I am like white knuckling the arm rest as the plane takes off....and he is there playing games when he shouldn't be!

Then he spreads his legs wide as I am smashed up against my arm rest. I am a small person so...he was taking up like a seat and half at least. WTF!

What possesses people to act like assholes when they are in the sky? Is it suddenly suitable to do so?

Thankfully it wasn't that long of a flight but geez. Not a very pleasant experience. Next time I would like to take the train.

How have your flights been lately?

I am still alive!

Yes indeed...still alive and kicking!

I hope to revitalize this blog thang soon. Really and truly. I am amazed anyone still comes here.

One big change...I will no longer be writing about MS for Health Central. Waaah. Totally my decision....lots of reasons...but to the powers that be...I am praying and hoping that this change will make a big problem go away. BE GONE! PLEASE!

Wouldn't it be cool if you could just tell your problems to go away and they would? :>)

Hope you are all doing well.

Gotz to go to yoga now.

More to come...hopefully!

Please stop on by...

Hi guys!

I need to get with the program and keep up this blog!

Wanted to invite you all to a discussion I have begun on Health Central's MS site about Obama's proposed health care reform bill and...I want your opinions! You don't have to have MS to contribute. This is your chance to make your views heard as they may go all the way to Washington D.C.

Just follow this link!

We want to get as much discussion going as we can and try to steer things towards productive ideas or even solutions.

So come on over! Please!

Still here...

Hi out there!

I don't even want to know how long it has been. I am sorry for not being here. I miss my blog. I miss you guys. I am just busy. Same old same old. Trying to find a good way to maintain my blog here so...I think I am just gonna post my Health Central stuff here and links to find me there. I don't want to say that is my new home but it kinda is. My home away from home.

I hope you guys are all doing well.

Sending you all a big group hug!

Merely Me

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The Losses of Growing Older


There is nothing that gets you feeling more nostalgic than cleaning out the attic. I was cleaning out my attic the other day and I came across a box with maternity items in it including a brochure about breastfeeding and a well used manual breast pump. There were also maternity clothes, a few bibs, and a "boo-boo bunny" fashioned out of a washcloth. I held the bunny to my cheek. I had never used it with my children as it had been held captive all these years in this box. Then there was the bag tied with curled ribbons. It held all the cards I had received to say congratulations for having my babies. I opened one of the cards. It was from a dear friend from years ago who has since passed away.

I sat in my hallway with these things, remnants of a time of my life which will never come again. And then the tears came.

If you want to read more just follow this link.