Mi Mi Mi... Miao!

So Vixen tagged me. With a meme about goals. I'm uposta list mine.
And here goes:

I’ve never been a goal oriented person. I’m not sure if that was born or bred in me. For the first 27 years of my life, I was a military dependent. My life was not at all my own. I just went where the orders took me. I realize this doesn’t mean you have to have NO goals. I mean, there is such a thing as personal goals. But I’ve just never consciously set any.

Just for fun (and for the lovely Vixen), I will do my best to feebly present something akin to a rendering of my goals.

I remember deciding early on not to let fear and anxiety be the boss of me. This intent was challenged in a big way(no pun intended)when I became pregnant with my first child. I was suddenly FILLED with fear. I had a little life inside of me that I may not be able to protect. I had always felt confident about protecting myself, but knew I had little ability to protect my loved ones. It’s been a long and constant journey overcoming that fear and not letting it rule my choices and actions. I have never been comfortable in new situations, but the course of my life was set to present me with consistently new things, on a rather large scale. Always moving to a new place. Spending much of my time just getting my bearings. Planting roots, just to have them pulled up and broken to pieces. So I learned that the roots are not in the places. They are in the heart. And in the family. I have poured my entire being into those things. Then I married a military man who plucked me up again, only this time, he wanted to alienate me from the family wherein my roots lie. He loved the fact that I was a nurturing, lively thing, but he wanted to plant me in the middle of his living room and tell me to grow. Unfortunately, for him, the old roots he despised were too strong and he couldn’t break them. He wanted me to learn to be independent and it worked! I stopped needing him!

So here I am today. Many years later and again, living in a new place (only this time, all the choices are MINE.)

Several years ago, I started swimming every morning. I happened to live in a situation which allowed me the luxury of swimming in a private, heated, saltwater pool every day. I fell in love with the warmth and energy and tranquility that this provided. I vowed to swim every day as long as I live (well not EVERY day, but pretty much). Of course, I’ve moved around a lot and had to find a new place to swim, and since the swimming pools are not on my doorstep (as that first one was), I’ve gone through some dry spells. My body and spirit do not like these dry spells, but c’est la vie! Can’t be helped. Again, anxiety wants to take hold of me and keep me from trying a new health club. Today, I had to overcome it again. But once I was surrounded by the loving water, anxiety melted away. (As we all know, it’s the first time that is the hardest.) So you could say that a goal of mine is to be healthy, in mind, body and spirit. In fact, that is THE goal of mine. And I spend as much time as I can in helping others to follow the same path. I would say “help others to accomplish it,” but I feel it is not something to be accomplished but more something to live in.

Honestly, I just go where the wind blows me. But not just any wind. The one that has my name on it.

Oh, and my other goal is to never get married again. :)

Nothin Ain't Worth Nothin...

... but it's free.

So does anyone else think that Imus looks like those rotten apple doll heads we used to make in school? (Who thought of that, anyway? What an asinine thing to have children do.) At any rate, I'd rather be a nappy-headed-anything-at-all than his clearly-superior-to-everyone-else highness. (I'll have to settle for being just a plain ol' ho.)

Enough about him, let's talk about me. And what I think about GRINDHOUSE! Oh my, sen-fucking-sational! Rose McGowan can't be beat for sexy. She surpasses even (dare I say it?) Jessica Alba! And the rebellious style in which the films (and trailers) were made is just tasty, to say the least.

One more thing. Why the hell do the drive thru people ALWAYS overfill your drinks? Don't they fuckin know that we are driving a fuckin car???? Is it a mystery that I'm pulling up in a vehicle? Is it only vaguely implied that imminently, said vehicle will be moving?? I'm just fuckin befuddled by this simple little thing.

Now you know.. how easily befuddled I am.

Oh, and today, I decided that either everyone in California is insane, or I am. Which do you think is more likely? All of them? Or me?

And another one more thing, if you drop your buttered bread, sure as fuckin hell, it will land on the buttered side. I love that. I forget who the important person was who figured that out, because I've apparently lost my memory. Either was Murphy or someone Murphy was copying. Fuck. Now I gotta look that up again.

Out of the Mouths of (Hot) Babes

Hi, lots to tell! Having spent the week in the DC area, a small share of it at a reception in the Senate side of the Capitol Building. The larger share with my , good friend of many years. And then adding more friends from days gone by. Much, much fun. But for now, I just want to inspire you with these words of wisdom I discovered from a fellow blogger. I just thought it would HAVE to be shared. (Susie can link it so you can visit the wondrous hotties blog world, because I'm retarded about that.) Meet Leslee, who expounds on one of the great riddles (by actually creating another one... hee hee):

Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.