- Completed P90X
- Got a new tattoo
- Completed two novels
- Started a third
- Completed a short story
- Wrote several pieces of Flash Fiction
- Completed six college classes
- Changed my major
- Welcomed the Marine home from Afghanistan
- Said goodbye to the Marine when he deployed... Again.
- Added the Niece to our home--for a permanent stay.
- Turned 30
- Went to the Living Desert and rode a Camel with the Munchkin.
- Made friends and lost friends who weren't really friends.
- Experienced the Munchkin in her first dance class
- Watched the Munchkin in her first Christmas program
- Found out I had allergies...bad allergies.
- Saw the Lt Dan Band in concert and met Gary Sinise
- Went to San Diego with my best friend.
- Started doing Zumba
- Started doing Yoga
- Went to Universal Studios, Knotts Berry Farm and Calico Ghost Town.
- Rode on a tram
- Discovered twitter (yes, I'm slow, but you can follow me @rsemeline)
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Just thought I'd take a moment to wish each and every one of you a Merry Christmas. May it be filled with joy, love, and happiness.
Now back to my regularly scheduled couch time.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
According to this article, early last night four Army helicopter aviators died during a training exercise near Joint Base Lewis McChord in Washington State.
They weren't inside some Middle Eastern country, they were within the borders of our own.
Yes, I'm sure they knew the dangers of their job each time they set foot on a helicopter, and though I didn't know them personally, I've known many like them. They did what they did each day, and loved it. It was who they were.
That doesn't make the loss any less severe for the families and friends of the four pilots, or the family and friends of any person who dies unexpectedly.
I wish more than anything there was a way to guarantee the safety of our men and women during training, but there's not.
This holiday season while everyone celebrates the joy of being together, we should all take a moment to realize how short life truly is.
Take a moment and thank those military men and women you know, not just for the sacrifices they've already made, but for the ones they could make.
My heart goes out to their families and friends.
May the aviators rest in peace.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Men often complain their wives don't have the same sex drive as they'd had before they got married or during the first year after the ring was placed on the woman's finger.
Many women complain about not wanting to have sex with their spouse at all, because of a lack of emotional intimacy. I've spoken to many of my friends and each of them have a similar story to tell.
For this article though, I want to touch on the feelings, concerns, and actions of people I don't actually know. I want to see if everyone is like this, or if it's just a few select people.
I need as many women as possible (either married or formerly married) to truthfully fill out a questionnaire. I don't need or want names or locations, just truthful responses to the sometimes touchy questions. I'm hoping for at least 100 women to fill out the questionnaire before I begin writing the article.
I could really use all you wonderful blog readers' help. Even if you're not married or have never been married, maybe you know someone who is. Pass along my email to them and I'll send them the questionnaire.
If you're interested send an email to rsemeline (at) gmail (dot) com, with the word "questionnaire" in the subject line.
Please have the questions completed no later than December 15, 2011.
Remember, the answers are completely confidential, and your names will not be shared. Ever.
Thank you in advance for your participation., and please share this post with your friends on twitter, Facebook, and other social media networks.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
I've been part of the military my entire life, in one form or another. The funny thing is, I barely remember the moves, because my father actually retired from the Navy when I was a little older than what the Munchkin is now.
When my father retired we headed to his home state of Washington, and moved into the only home I remember. Now, there are flickers of memory from previous places, but they're pretty fuzzy from the passage of time. They don't really count.
We arrived in that little town in the Pacific Northwest just in time for me to begin first grade in the fall of 1988. I was lucky as far as the life of a military brat was concerned. I attended school with most of the same people from '88 until I graduated in 2000.
I wasn't moved around at random intervals like my sister was--she had to start all over again during her junior year in high school--and because of this I didn't seem to have the wanderlust that other people did. I didn't dream of backpacking through Europe, or flying off to the Middle East. I was content. Happy.
Then I hit my 20's and the wanderlust appeared. Not like it did in everyone else, but in a subtle way I didn't really notice. Between the ages of 20 and 24 I moved every six months. Not out of state or out of country, just to different places around the county.
In March of 2005, my brand spankin' new husband of a month--the Marine--had orders to Hawaii, and for the first time ever I was leaving the Continental U.S. Since then we've moved four times and lived in three different states.
I've still never been to a foreign country.
And my wanderlust is great.
I can't stay in one place for longer than two years without getting that 'itch' to move. I start getting antsy, and I start hating everything about the place I live. In the case of the desert, it's become a physical thing. I've NEVER had allergies, but in the last eighteen months I've not only acquired them, but they've set out to murder me.
Forget itchy, watery, or dry eyes. Forget sinus pressure. Bring on the allergy induced asthma!
Why do something half-assed like boring sinus pressure, when you can go big and hyperventilate from a lack of oxygen? While doing nothing more strenuous than sitting on the couch? Or even better--sleeping.
Anyway, like the above mentioned blog, I've often wondered if it's where I am that depends on my happiness level.
Will I be at this level of happiness no matter where I'm at? Is there some place I'd be happier?
I know that while living in Washington I was never happy. That didn't become obvious until after I moved away, then it was so obvious I didn't know how I'd missed it for so long.
It turns out, that I'm at my 'happiest' or at least the 'happiest I know', when I'm some place sunny.
I don't do well with gray and dreary days filled with clouds and rain.
I 'thrive' in my own way, when it is sunny and bright.
It could be negative four out and as long as it's sunny I wouldn't care--though on a side note, I'm not a fan of extreme temperatures in either direction.
There isn't a particular 'state' I've found that I'm happiest in, and maybe that state doesn't exist. I know it's time to move again (even though a part of me would really like to buy a house and put down roots). Someday maybe I'll even get to a foreign country.
In my mid-twenties I believed Ireland was the place I needed to be.
Maybe it is.
Where is the place you're happiest? Have you found it yet?
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Between class, holiday preparation, the Marine preparing to deploy again, and Nanowrimo I haven't had time to think. I completely spaced that yesterday was Wednesday until I was finally getting horizontal last night. By that point there was no chance of me writing a blog post.
For the last week I've been eyeballs deep in research on gangs for a research paper that is due tomorrow. I just finally finished is, and I'm more than happy not to think of gangs for the next...oh however long I can get away without thinking about them for. Let's just say there is some pretty scary and gruesome facts involving youth gangs.
Tomorrow is my last day of class, and on this most glorious day I've got not one, but two tests. Yes, that's right I have two tests in the same class. I've also got a hair appointment. :) I'm going to have pretty pink streaks added to my natural strawberry blonde hair. After the month I've had, I deserve this.
As for Nanowrimo, I've done pretty well balancing it all out. I'm a little over half way to their word count goal. I've taken the past two days off because of the worn down feeling of my brain. My allergies have been killing me and have taken their tolls as well. However, I'm not worried. I'm pretty confident that as long as I get back on the 2k daily word count again in the next couple of days I'll finish right on time. I won't be early anymore, but finishing on time will just have to do. :)
How have you been this week? I'd love to hear. Please, let me think of something other than gangs, violence and death (the real-life kind, not the fictional variety).
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Every year the Marine Corps celebrates its birthday in the fashion fitting its origin. Marines across the world, regardless of where they're located, recognize today, November 10th, as their birthday. If you live anywhere near a Marine Base you will most likely hear people discussing the Marine Corps Ball-- for months prior to today, because it really is THAT BIG of a deal.
Marines will don their dress blue uniforms-- you know the ones you automatically think of when you hear the term Marine (yes, the one on all those Marine Corps commercial), take their dates and spend an evening celebrating with their Brother Marines.
I guarantee it's much fancier and classier than the original days of the Tun Tavern, but these celebrations don't stray far from their roots. There are speeches, and food, alcohol and laughter, but in my opinion one of the most important parts of the celebration is the table they have set up for their missing brothers.
No one sits at this table, but there is a place set regardless.
It is to remember all those Marines who didn't make it back, who aren't there to celebrate, and those who will never be forgotten.
So on this joyous day you'll hear Marines saying "Happy Birthday" to each other, because today is as important to them as the day they were brought into the world by their mothers. Today is the day the men and women celebrate the creation of the lives they have chosen for themselves.
Take a moment to celebrate with them. If you see a Marine, acknowledge today as his day, and thank him for all he and his brothers and sisters, both past and present, have done in the last two hundred and thirty-six years.
Happy Birthday, Marines.
The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps! -- Eleanor Roosevelt, First Lady of the United States, 1945
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Anyway, after reading the article, I decided it was important for me to post my own version of it.
1. Because I've read only about six of the works on here, and I did in fact graduate from high school with no ill effects.
2. Because I'll be the first to tell you, I'm not a fan of the 'Classics'
2b. Except I did enjoy the original Robin Hood, the Count of Monte Cristo, and Little Women
3. As K.K. and I discussed, I see very little reason a teen needs to read the 25 books listed, because really they have little to do with the way the world is now. There is probably a reason why very few high schools are requiring those books to be read anymore.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm a huge, huge, huge-- did I mention HUGE advocate for reading. I've had an intense love affair with the written word since I was four years old and successfully read the I Can Read book, Frog and Toad Together.
I'm also a HUGE advocate for reading what you want as long as there are words in it (though I must include here that I still have a major issue with Comic Books and Graphic Novels because the word count tends to be less than most short stories--but that's just me).
Here is my list of 'must read' books that you'll probably never find on the 'Classics' list or in a school.
Any of the original 'Fairy Tales' by the Brothers Grimm
One For the Money by Janet Evanovich
Twelve Sharp by Janet Evanovich
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Series (all Four Books) by Ann Brashares
The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot
He's Just Not That Into You by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo
L.A. Requim by Robert Crais
I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell by Tucker Max (For a lesson in what NOT to do to be a productive member of society--and to laugh.)
Summer Sisters by Judy Blume
The Root Cellar by Janet Lunn
Mirror Image by Danielle Steel
In Her Shoes by Jennier Weiner
A Time to Kill by John Grisham
The Client by John Grisham
The Warrior Ethos by Steven Pressfield
Doonesbury.com's The Sandbox: Dispatches from Troops in Iraq and Afghanistan
Hot Ice by Nora Roberts
Hot Rocks by Nora Roberts
While My Sister Sleeps by Barbara Delinsky
What are some must reads on your list? I'd love to know. I'm always looking for more novels to read. I've read some other great novels as well, but if I listed everything I've read this post would never get out. :)
And if you're interested, the blog K.K. Sierra wrote about this topic can be found here.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
A lot of people worry about leaving their twenties and growing older.
Amazingly, I don't.
Being thirty doesn't feel any different than being twenty-nine did, and twenty-nine didn't feel any different than twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
In fact, being 'older' hasn't meant much to me since I hit 21, and even that didn't have a huge affect on me.
This decade though, is going to be different.
I have great plans for my thirties.
* Publish the wonderful stories running through my head.
* Watch, participate, and enjoy my daughter as she grows up.
* Graduate from college.
* Read amazing novels, both YA and Adult.
* Live life to the fullest and love with all of my heart.
* Take each day as it comes and know if the day didn't go the way I planned there is always another day.
* Be young at heart and always learn from the youth around me.
The people I love and hold dear to me, celebrated in my tiny home in the middle of the desert, and it was great. We played Clue, drank rum and coke, and laughed.
We laughed a lot.
That's what turning thirty is to me.
It's beautiful and wonderful.
And it's me.
I am thirty, and I am happy with that.
What age are you looking forward to or dreading? What was your favorite age? I'd love to know.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Happy Halloween, to all my wonderful readers and followers. I love All Hallows Eve as much as I love chocolate, but not as much as I love chocolate ON Halloween. :)
In celebration of this wonderful day, the munchkin dressed up as a pirate princess, the niece went as an 80's flash dancer, the Marine got creative as a civilian and I channeled my inner dark Muse.
All went well with friends nearby, the munchkin and her best friend Dylan made out on the candy front, and were adorable together. He of course was dressed as a mini- Marine.
As a family we celebrated the wiccan new year tonight, and as I prepare for bed I say a prayer to the spirits on the otherside of the thin veil.
This is a wonderfully magickal night that I look forward to every year. The traditions my family builds each year will be another memory for the niece and munchkin.
As one year ends and another begins I am excited to begin new projects, and make changes.
What did you do for Halloween?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
I've been fighting with myself for a month now (or possibly forever) about what genre I want to write. I finally settled on Young Adult, not because I was settling, but because it was what I wanted.
Now, as long as I've been writing I've always worried my characters were 'too old' sounding for their ages. That my seventeen year old protagonist was too mature. Though honestly, I wasn't exactly making fart jokes and watching the Simpsons when I was seventeen, and neither was my niece who is eighteen going on thirty.
Maybe it's a family thing?
After reading the post in Glass Cases and this post, it got me thinking. Maybe I'm looking at this wrong. Maybe it's okay to write 18-25 year old protagonists.
Maybe it's okay to put the Adult into Young Adult.
Maybe I'm using maybe a lot.
When I first started writing I wrote a novel about a 21 year old college student who was a government assassin in her 'spare' time. It didn't fit with YA and it didn't fit with the 'Adult' marketplace because women in the age range of 35-50 didn't relate.
Is it possible then, to write for the actual "Young Adult"?
Granted, when I was in high school I would have loved to read novels of college students, and people in their twenties. For that matter, I still prefer to read about younger protags. I have a difficult time losing myself in books with a protagonist who is in her late 30's. Maybe because after 25 everything seems to stay the same anyway?
What are your thoughts on putting the Adult in Young Adult? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
I read all four of the novels in two days, and loved every minute of it. About the time Diana was introduced with her sunlight and moonlight hair, I realized I'd read it before.
Then again, I've read so many books I can't remember half the titles, and the descriptions are so generic most of the time I couldn't tell from them either.
Now, am I the only one surprised a series written in the 90's is just now becoming a television series?
Granted, aside from the title, the names and the fact the characters are witches, the show is nothing like the books. (In fact, half of the characters aren't even in the show).
I've come to expect this from Hollywood.
Shows and movies are rarely like the amazing novels they were adapted from.
Okay, those fans of Janet Evanovich and the Stephanie Plum series might point out that the movie rights for One for the Money were purchased in the 90's when the novel first came out, and the movie is just now-- kind of-- coming into 'life'.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know.
R.S, why should it be any different with television shows?
Uh, maybe because it's television?
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the show for what it is.
A teen drama full of angst, stupidity, and sex. It is the CW after all. It's like Buffy without the Vampires or the kickass slayer abilities.
** Side note** If you've seen the show, did you notice each episode seems to begin with the same two people in bed together?
What books or series of books have you read that you'd like turned into movies or shows, or wish hadn't been touched by the hands of Hollywood? When it comes to the screen play, where does creative license end and butchering begin?
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
I didn't blog today. Not because I've suddenly decided to give up writing to become the world pole vaulting champ, but because it's October and I got to start my Halloween decorating. *squeeee*
I even have ghost lights around the Windows. Inside of course. What good would they do me outside where I couldn't enjoy them?
What are your favorite decorations for Halloween? Is October 31 as awesome to you as it is to me?
Monday, October 3, 2011
It's rare that I'll go an entire day without listening to some form of it.
My ring tones are songs.
I randomly burst into made up songs-- like a
Eat your heart out, Disney.
I listen to music when I share, when I workout, and when I do my hair.
My phone has hundreds of songs on it.
I have an ipod for the car filled with hundreds of songs, and an ipod for when I want to tune the world out.
If none of the music I have fits my mood, I'll go to grooveshark.com and listen to streaming music there.
Sometimes, like when I was pregnant with the Munchkin, I'd watch CMT and GAC--just to hear the music.
Itunes is my Kryptonite.
I'd go as far as to say it's E-V-I-L.
All those songs at my fingertips, just begging me to download them.
The Niece and I will dance around the house to anything that catches our fancy, and we'll laugh and giggle like loons as the Munchkin mimics us.
It's a happy feeling.
Music has started showing itself in another way in our home.
The Munchkin will randomly break into her own songs, and she'll sing them anytime, any place.
Her favorite venue seems to be the dinner table, but she seems to enjoy the potty equally well.
Maybe it has to do with the acoustics in the bathroom?
Recently, the Munchkin and the Marine had an impromptu jam session in our living room.
Mary Had a Little Lamb seemed to be the favorite.
Some days, I really love my life.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Knowing she can spell words like cat, dog, and hat also brings a grin to my face.
She isn't going to be my little girl much longer.
This makes me both happy and sad.
What a vicious circle.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Since I'm 'big' on following the directions (okay, I'm not really, but let me pretend) I splashed some dressing onto my salad.
Do you realize how messy a splash can become?
Anyway, I splashed the dressing onto my salad and I said to the Niece who was enjoying her own 'splash' of dressing, "A Tsunami is still a splash, right?"
How do you 'splash' your dressing? Do you use just a little, like the spray from the ocean? Are we talking white water rapids kind of a splash, or do you take the figurative bull by the horns and Tsunami splash those leafy greens?
I figure, as long as it's just a splash...
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
I came to a realization the other day.
I kill people.
In all different ways.
I'm a murderer.
Possibly a mass murderer.
A serial killer?
Does this make me deranged?
How do I feel about this?
Pretty good, actually.
I guess as long as it's in writing, even if the people might possibly share a resemblance to someone who might actually exist... it's not a big deal, right?
I'm not going to prison?
I really wouldn't do well in prison.
The beds are really small.
The food isn't great.
Oh, and I'd have to deal with a large population of women.
All. The. Time.
Yeah, prison...so not for me.
Good thing I only WRITE about murder and haven't ACTUALLY murdered anyone.
How many people have you killed recently?
Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Now for the dramatic conclusion to K.K. Sierra's short, the Cabin.
Written, by, yours truly.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I'm going to work on my YA novel.
Yesterday was the first time in the last month where I actually had time to do something on the computer other than homework and the daily blog.
It was a good day.
Words written on YAN: 1507
Goal for this week: Finish the remaining chapters and prep to do a hands on, paper and red pen editing/revision.
It was definitely nice to return to the little world I created, and can't wait to spend more time there today.
What are your goals for the week?
Monday, September 26, 2011
I feel like I've got enough wrinkles to hide third world countries in, and I'm afraid to hug the Munchkin for fear she'll disappear within them.
Now that the life sucking black hole of a course I spent the majority of my life on for the last month is finished I decided I needed a little pick-me-up.
No, I didn't open a bottle of wine, though now that I think about it that sounds like a pretty good idea.
Even this early in the morning.
Instead, I scheduled a day at the spa.
It's rare I trust people with my hair, but my stylist is as much an Angel as her name suggests. My hair is youthful again, and more fitting of the woman I am when I'm not bogged down in analytically heavy colonial reading.
Did I mention I love the random hussy pink and purple streak I have in my otherwise natural strawberry blonde hair?
So now, even though I might feel like this:
I'm actually looking much more like this:
What do you do to rejuvenate yourself when you're feeling aged?
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
That means no more long hours of pouring over 'classics' to analyze what they mean.
It also means no more long hours of homework.
At least for a month.
Hopefully, it also means more happy posts here, with less predetermined ones... though I don't know.
I kind of like having set days where I update people, certain days where I post a short story... I kind of just like having a routine.
Is that bad?
I fully plan on relaxing this weekend, and enjoying the knowledge I don't have to do anything more strenuous than...
Well, nothing. :)
What are your plans for the weekend?
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
- Two essays
- One research paper
- Four reply essays to peers
- 300 pages of American Literature reading
- Final Exam
|Not the colors I'd go for...|
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
The Marine was home, the Niece worked shorter hours, and the Munchkin was surrounded by love.
Friday night, after a quickly prepared meal, we got the Munchkin ready for bed, did the story thing, and sent the menfolk out to get fixings for smores.
Since we live in an area with an almost continual burn ban, and we don't own a fire pit on legs (though I've thought on more than one occasion to acquire one) we made our melty, marshmallow and chocolaty goodness in the microwave.
It's a rarely known science.
An art, if you will.
We sat around the kitchen table, chatted, laughed, and relaxed while inhaling our weight in sugar.
It was the most fun I've had in a long time, and I'm so glad I got to share it with people who are important to not only myself, but to my daughter.
Here is to many more nights of sugary bonding, and to family--not only of blood, but of the heart as well.
How has your weekend been? Did you do anything fun and exciting--like sky diving, or did you sit home and relax with loved ones?
Saturday, September 17, 2011
But, I digress.
When the guy sold me my pre-workout muscle igniter he convinced me to avoid the fruit punch in favor of the orange.
I guess they don't sell this particular 'aid' in chocolate flavor.
Keep in mind I *hate* all things 'fruit flavored', especially anything pretending to be orange.
If it didn't come from an orange, then it shouldn't pretend to be orange.
Fast forward to the first day I plan to take the stuff-- and Holy Shit! Not only is it NOT orange flavored, it's not anything remotely digestible.
I tried several different ways of taking it, all with no luck.
I even conned the Niece to try some with me.
We tried to take it as shots.
I drank straight shots of liquor for years without problems.
Even in a shot glass I couldn't manage this, and I was supposed to drink 16 oz?
Turns out they sell a pill form.
We're going to try that.
Friday, September 16, 2011
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Thursday, September 15, 2011
I promise I will...
Just as soon as my brain stops leaking out my ears.
Until then, I want to thank all the new followers of this Fictzophrenic's Musings.
Seeing your smiling faces--or linked handles (whatever the case may be) makes me incredibly happy.
It's a big relief to know I'm not really talking to myself.
Anymore than usual anyway.
If this is your first time visiting, please feel free to follow along.
You might even find something you can relate to.
Let's pretend I have use of the 'Force'-- Now, You want to follow me on twitter--where I in turn follow some truly amazing people.
Take a few moments to check out my twitter profile, send me a tweet--and we'll catch up.
Until my brain gels.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Today's random word of the day comes from the Urban Dictionary:
Once an efficient and fast method of communication and message transferring; now a way of harassing internet users with spam, credit card/insurance offers, porn links, and "Increase your penis size by five inches" advertisements.
Hope you enjoyed the first installment of Wordy Wednesday. :)
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
|I feel like this a lot...|
I've been a bad little author this month.
Class began the end of August and I've been brain seepage deep in American Literature (oh the joys of Puritan writing--and don't get me started on Columbus' letters).
It hasn't left a whole lot of time for my creative muse to flex her muscles in the fictional worlds I've created. In fact, she's been flexing those muscles in the form of essays and research papers-- I have to write another research paper this week...and I'm not sure what I'm doing it on yet.
Even though I haven't sat down and worked on any of my WIP, I've been running them through my brain every few hours, and I've done various kinds of brainstorming--generally while I'm supposed to be absorbing some bone dry literary 'work of art'.
There are approximately two more chapters until the end of the first book in my YA series, and then I need to do a few more revisions on my still untitled contemporary short story.
On top of that there are several other stories simmering in my head--just waiting their turn in the queue.
I've missed working, and look forward to getting back to it in a few weeks.
After my final.
I hope you have a wonderful Tuesday.
What are your goals for the week?
Monday, September 12, 2011
I thought maybe my fellow readers would enjoy knowing some various information about me. What are some things not everyone knows about you?
|Desert + Water = Happiness|
- I'm a Scorpio.
- Halloween is the only 'holiday' I enjoy.
- I'm right handed.
- I have an Android phone with a touch screen.
- I hate touch screens.
- I don't watch Family Guy, the Simpsons, Modern Family, or any other 30 minute sitcoms.
- I love crime dramas--my DVR is filled with them.
- The first concert I ever went to was Silver Chair. I was in ninth grade.
- My first pet was an Australian Sheep dog named, Rah Rah. I was four.
- I'm allergic to coffee.
- I love Big Train Chai.
- I went to art school.
- I used to do photography for a living.
- I'm an English Major with a Minor in Criminal Justice.
- I hate shaving. So I get waxed instead.
- I never used to believe in online dating--and then I met my hetero life mate online.
- I used to be a daddy's girl.
- My Marine is my hero.
- When I was in my early twenties I could drink 10+ shots of straight liquor, and not black out.
- I no longer drink liquor.
- I enjoy a glass, and on occasion, a bottle of wine.
- I don't like pizza.
- I love McD's chicken nuggets.
- I've got one friend I've known since I was in first grade.
- I'm a natural redhead.
- I love tattoos on men.
- I have eight tattoos.
- I wanted to be a homicide detective.
- My first foray back into writing was through Fan Fiction.
- I wrote Fan Fiction for Janet Evanovich's Plum Series.
- I have more than six stories being plotted in my brain at all times.
- I love the desert, but I miss the ocean.
- I'm the youngest child of my parents.
- I love high heels, but I don't wear them much anymore.
- I've had chronic lower back problems since the birth of my daughter.
- I do P90X to help strengthen my lower back.
- When I was younger I played clarinet, bass clarinet, and the drums.
- I also sang in choir.
- Now I only sing in the shower or the car.
- I'm married to my best friend--though I have to remind myself of that fact once in awhile.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
|September 11 Memorial|
A million memories.
Thousands of lives lost.
Millions of lives changed.
Today marks the ten year anniversary of one of our Country's greatest tragedies.
What are you doing to remember it?
Sitting around drinking a beer?
Sleeping off a night of partying, or preparing to party?
Are you living today like it is any other day?
Take a few moments, a few seconds, a breath-- and remember all that has been lost because of this day.
If you see a service member-- Police, EMT, Fire Fighter, Marine, Navy, Army, Air Force-- thank them for all they have done-- and remember they lost friends, family, and co-workers as well.
Remember that nothing is free in America.
Not even our Freedom.
It all comes at a price.
What price are you willing to pay?
Below is a guest post from my dear friend, the Corpsman. Take a moment to read his memories of that fateful day in 2001--and the years that have followed. You can follow him on twitter.