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I’m A Nazi?

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Why don’t you go get your Neo-Nazi buddy sympathizers and kill yourself“….Antifa protester being bad on her FB page.

She owns a business in Champaign tutoring children….I’m encouraged!

I think, some people need to tone down the rhetoric. Damn, you’re gonna die of HF in the next 30 days if you don’t stop calling everyone Nazi. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out what happened in Charlottesville, because most of the media has a slant on it, and to find any kind of unbiased journalistic reporting is damned impossible. It’s like the child who got a boo-boo and told his mom and grandma a very different story. To his mother, he fell and scraped his knee, to his grandmother, he was pushed to the ground, while fighting a dragon and saving a princess. Same injury, two very different stories. So, I’m a Nazi? Apparently, (I didn’t get the memo here) if I disagree with anyone I’m a Nazi, or a Snowflake. Ya know, assholes, you aren’t the only ones with the freedom to speak.

A CBS article, in which the Boston police had to politely ask the Antifa protesters to quit throwing URINE at them, was posted late last night after most of you went to bed. Now, this is Protester Privledge, because the police politely ASKED…for people to stop throwing urine….they didn’t Billy Club anyone, just put out a very nice Twitter….LOL….An innocent poster questioned the peacefulness of the counter protest movement, if URINE was being placed in bottles and thrown upon officers. Now, I gotta say I agree. Regardless of which side is doing it, placing URINE in bottles just seems extreme….I’m just saying. The poor poster was suddenly hurled with accusation after accusation, about his Nazi brethren and his Nazi ties, his mother was a Nazi, his father was a bastard….so when I jumped in, and just wanted the clarification of “The Rules” I was also a Nazi…but here’s the thing…I like to fight….her luck I don’t live there anymore….but she’s tutoring our children….if it matters to you. She’ll call you names, but take your money….dig? That’s the problem with hypocrisy….

Hitler, Nazi’s, Stalin (which no one is protesting, interesting enough), all were horrible people. Terrible dictators, they ruled with a bloodfist, and quickly put down any and all opposition….This country, is not Fascist, but I can see where its going. I need to lay some truth upon some of you, just because I don’t share your opinion, it’s doesn’t make me Nazi, and frankly, your continued usage of the verbiage, actually takes away it’s power. It’s like calling all men rapists just because they’re men….eventually, the real rapist, or the real Nazi’s are going to get a pass, because you’ve cried WOLF so much, we don’t even care anymore. Why Nazi anyway? The Romans were pretty bad ass at quelling rebellion….NM. It’ll just confuse some of you. If I chose to show support for Trump, it doesn’t make me Nazi anymore than you’re attempt to shut me up, makes you STALIN, although, I will admit you look more like him than I do….A middle school teacher, was arrested for punching a “NAZI” in the face (I do actually giggle at that) and she used the, “Punching Nazi’s in the face is not illegal” defense….part of me really hopes and wishes she gets away with it, because I love Judicial Precedence…..I’ll be punching the CRAP out of a lot of people….and I’m in California….TRUST!

My son, in trying to describe his friend, prefaced his words with, “I’m not trying to be mean” and it pissed me off. WTF is teaching my son, to feel guilt about his thoughts and words? WTF is trying to teach my son that his opinion, unless conformed to the masses, is invalid and rude? WTF wants to dance with me? Cause I swear to GOD I’ll end you. Hate speech, ignorant speech, Christ speech, love speech….it’s all FREE….and our Right. I watched a friend crucified by another friend, the bitch of it is, we all went to school together. We know each other’s hearts….I DGAF what Germany does…..Germany started Two World Wars, I’m not following their LEAD…they started the Nazi movement….understand that…..and if that offends you, stop following me….So, I’m A Nazi? Well I guess so…but really, it’s not my fault. In my defense, I didn’t know that the First Amendment only applied to a certain group. Can I have a pass for being ignorant of the new 1st Amendment laws, or are you going to re-write those too? I’m just kidding…either way, I don’t give a F*ck what you approve of….piss off. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.

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Memorial Day In Deutschland

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What are ya gonna do?” Ronnie looking out her north facing bay window.

It’s sunny and it’s mild. The dew is still on the grass from last night, and I see a pile of dog poo right in the middle of my yard…those darn dogs will go ANYWHERE! .. I need to clean that up before someone steps in it….Strangely, that reminds me of the dog poo on Bunker Hill…we all cleaned it up…Yep, looks like this is the road trip I’m taking today.

I’ll bet it’s nice in Germany right now. I’ll bet the fussganger’s are heavily ladened with foot traffic, while the shops pump their delicious rotisserie chicken onto the side-walk, you can watch them cook through the window’s while debating whether or not you need anything from home…German’s grocery shop every day….. I’ll bet the Bull Fountain, beautiful within its own majesty, and the site of many nefarious activities, is hosting German teens right now, while the tables outside the cafe’s are busy with German’s enjoying their spaghetti ice and Fanta. I’ll bet roads are heavy with traffic, with impatient drivers dodging bustling lunch eaters, trying to get back to work after a fare of curry wurst and beer. I’ll bet the McDonalds on the corner, (right before that big ass “hill” to base), is busy filling the mayo for pomme frites, and taking the orders of those hungry from the walk of shopping. Yeah, okay. It’s the start of Memorial Day in Deutschland…and I’m feeling OLD.

I’ll bet the weather is nice, and the castles that stand outside the cities, or deep in the center of the villages, are filled with walkers of every age. Older men with their hats and walking sticks, the youngsters griping about how many stairs to reach the fortress…well yes…those stairs are what defended the city. The schools are out by now, and so you’ll see the students standing by the walls, or downtown mingling, enjoying the company of each other…wearing their blue and white leather jackets with their little motorcycles…I’ll bet the small villages are quiet…it’s nap time….shhh, while the beauty of their surroundings….continues quietly, assuring each resident that it will still be there….awing visitors lucky enough to get lost….for centuries. I’ll bet school is almost out for the Brats…as they look forward to graduation and what they’ll do in a few months…I remember my last day of school well…The friends you made then, are the friends you’re with today…I can smell the excitement in the air…it’s a special kind of aroma…..

I’ll be the American bases, the ones still active, are buzzing with GI’s anxious, and excited to get started on their Holiday Weekend. Some will be traveling to Italy, London, maybe Holland…I’ll bet the Class 5 is bumping, as it caters to those staying put for the weekend….Those GI’s will be enjoying the weather themselves, as they grill outside their barracks, play outdoor sports, or just hang and sleep all day. I’ll bet the mess hall traffic will be light…I’ll bet all wine coolers are sold out…I’ll bet the bars downtown will be full of those who’ve earned their weekend rest…unless of course….someone has CQ…then that would suck. I’ll bet it’s not the same as when I grew up there….I’ll bet I’ll go back…..It’s Memorial Day in Deutschland, and like a really bad remake of Top Gun, I might be comparing 80’s hunks to 2010’s males…but I’ll always have my memories…I’ll always have my experience….and I’ll always have Memorial Day in Deutschland…where my wanderlust was formed, where my heart was first broken, where I left with a beautiful Princess….smell that? It’s nostalgia…and it’s the best scent in the world. Be Blessed.

Remember you set The Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Friday.

 

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Paris

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I’ll take a Scotch on the rocks” Ronnie to an Irish Bartender in Amsterdam….I always wanted to say that.

My (Irish accent), that’s a big drink for a little girl” Bartender to Ronnie

You don’t worry about me mister, just pour my drink”…Ronnie to Bartender….He was right.

 

At Seventeen, after spending a night of drunken debauchery on the festive streets of Amsterdam, I awakened early the next day (although I have no idea why), to one of the most beautiful sunrises I had ever seen. The people of Amsterdam are amazingly resilient, but if you think about it, they have to be. At night, the streets are filled with ugly American’s hoping for a glimpse of what makes the Red Light District famous, by day, they’re legitimate businesses owners ready for proper customers….Jekyll and Hyde, the Whore and the Lady…I don’t know if it was my night at the Hard Rock Cafe, playing drinking games with sailors, feasting on The Cars….or if it was truly the magic of Europe, but I could smell the sunrise, and it smelled a lot like Brochen and hot chocolate….Sigh…..Paris…..You can hammer her people, like the sidewalks of Amsterdam, on which the stupid American teenagers stomp, but you will never defeat her…..how can you….you fight a people, not an extremest ideal….and real people fight back…

Inevitably there will be some asshole who tries to compare Trump to Hitler, but he isn’t, and Paris…would know…What ISIS will learn, as they try to influence another election, and attempt humiliate and defeat a Parisian people…is that they don’t take bullying well. Remember, while we were young, and fretting over the British invasion, Paris was beheading not one, but two monarchs. Paris knows fear, they know disease, and they know poverty….they’ve defeated all those who sought to do them harm, and while their hero’s, like ours, are long gone..their Spirit is with them, they go before them, to clear a path…ISIS is not a new enemy…..

When the German Army marched through her streets killing her men, raping her women, Paris wept, but history is an amazing lover, it teaches…. it teaches well. As I was reminiscing over the pictures of a sunrise in an early am Amsterdam, I was reminded of my time in Europe. A continent that has seen two official world wars, and numerous nefarious battles, they are well prepared for this latest attack, after all, you cannot defeat a people who go into battle with the ghosts of history past. Paris…can bend….but you will NEVER break her. My thoughts go out to the people of Paris this morning, as they deal with yet another terrorist attack…They will rise from the destruction of ISIS, and they will do so, because they must…it’s in their blood, it’s in the wine of their Spirit. Paris…I am her supporter, advocate, friend and her fan….I will always think well of our time together. I Gotta go. I remember the time we went to Munich for New Years Eve 1989…the magic, the city, the history of the people all caught up in celebrating the new year. It was so…so……Just kidding, I don’t remember anything about that night…but I do remember Europe…they’ve stood firm, and they’ll stand firm again….Paris…you will never defeat a people who don’t know how to stay down…..remember that the next time you talk shi*t about her….Be Blessed.

Remember you set The Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Friday.

 

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It’s Springtime In Germany

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Wow! That brings back some memories“…Ronnie upon seeing a Benetton Ad this am.

Much to my chagrin, I awaken early this morning, because one of the dogs (who shall remain nameless) had to go potty. As I opened the backdoor, I heard the birds arising to greet their day, while feeling the warm breeze of Spring upon my face. It was nice. I stood for a moment, and was led to memory montage that saw me standing as a scared little girl, in the back of my housing unit in Perm, waiting on my dog to pee. I was eighteen and humiliated. It’s Springtime in Germany….the musings of a woman whom at forty-six, finally figured out the meaning of life.

It was a Saturday morning, much like today, and sun was just starting to rise in the great city of Pirmasens. The air was warm, the breeze light and I think I may have been the only person up at that hour. Well it seemed like it anyway. Misty was taking her time smelling the scents of the other dogs in Bunker Hill, and while I would have normally been impatient for her to go, I felt at Peace, alone with my thoughts. Thinking back to the night before, when I had seen him at the Round Up, I was still feeling the sting of humiliation, with tears rolling down my cheek, as I remembered him telling me I’d have a very hard time proving the baby I carried, was his. He said it to everyone within ear shot…He was with his new girlfriend…she was arrogant…believing the lie he told anyone who’d listen, that I was just a Dependent trying to frame him…LOL, I giggled at the parting shot I gave her when I said, “Wear a condom. He’s a low life, and I should know”…what was she gonna do argue with me? I should have punched her in the fact…Sigh.

Later, as I was waddling down the Fussganger zone with my best friend, Sanchez, I marveled at all the styles of the German Spring Line. Benetton was in full swing, with the accessory of the day being the adorable Swatch watches everybody wore on their wrists. I couldn’t really enjoy it for long, because the roasted chicken being pumped out onto the streets, along with the smell of fresh brochen, was making me seek a trash can to vomit in.  The pink Converse high-tops I was wearing with my cute one-piece, was starting to cut off the circulation in my swollen cankles….but I still have them…wore them yesterday. Sanchez was a good friend. I think if we saw him out that day, she’d drop everything and hurt him, but I just wanted to be left alone…So, several decades later, I’m standing outside feeling the same breeze in the same morning sun, and I realize that the lessons of my youth, are the stories of today. The misery, the pain, the best friends all come together for the person “some” of you know and love today. It’s Springtime in Germany, I no longer feel regret, I feel blessed, and that is the meaning of life. Somewhere, there sits another pregnant teen, struggling with the misery of an asshole too stupid to do the right thing. The pain you feel today, will be the strength you use tomorrow. You are not alone. The true meaning of life, is there isn’t just ONE meaning. Life is your journey, it’s your pain, it’s your victories. This Too Shall Pass, and I should know…Excuse me, I hear a bird chirping, and I simply must go out, and create another memory. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Saturday.

 

 

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I Kept A Diary In High School

Class of 1988
Class of 1988

“I don’t even know who she is” Ronnie reading her HS diary.

I’m one of the unfortunate few, who kept a diary, while a senior in HS. For anyone just now joining us, I went to HS in Germany, graduated in 88, and my best friend of (ahem) 20+ years, was my best friend in HS. We lived in “housing” outside of post, Huster Hoe Concern (spell check is going NUTS), in Pirmasens West Germany. I do speak German, although by now, it’s mostly just the potty words, and the vernacular of someone for whom German is a second language, and I’m still enamoured with German food…when it’s authentic. I Kept A Diary In High School….Wow, those were some painful clippings to read.

Major Hollywood stars don’t like to watch their movies, famous author’s don’t like to read their writings (I’ll second this), and Utube stars never edit their video’s. I get why. Reading the sometimes confused, unorganized, musings of a girl, struggling to create her identity as a senior in HS, made me sad…I would have reached out to her, had that girl not been me. If you could read what she wrote, then see the girl she became, you wouldn’t be able to even connect the two. See, this is where the mentorship of the Little Sisters becomes so important to me…I had good friends…good friends…I mean, we shared like experiences, so we intimately knew and understood what the other was going through. Would any of you living in The World know what I was experiencing? Probably not…it doesn’t make me elite, but we…unlike you…were islands unto ourselves….Lord of the Flies and whatnot…..Survival of the fittest….then we had the GI’s…..

“Fifteen will get Thirty”…that’s what they would always say, but they couldn’t help themselves, and they couldn’t help themselves because they were just kids too… we weren’t being malicious…some of them were CUTE. I look back on those days and see that we played some dangerous games with those little boy’s lives….only 18 or 19 themselves, just babies serving their country in a different country, where they were told to leave the “dependents” alone. Sage advice, given whom our fathers and mothers were. Reading the painful angst(es) of a little girl living a free adult life, makes me understand that even though I am in my late 30’s, if FB is any indication, times have NOT changed. For although we don’t have the GI’s in Danville, we do have boys….and where there’s boys, there’s a broken heart. All’s fair in Love, War, and Childhood….If I could go back, and visit with that heartbroken, scared little senior I would tell her, the World may be a cruel place, but like Mr. Rogers once said, “Watch for the Helpers” for even though times will be bleak, dark and sometimes overwhelming, The Helpers..i.e. your best friends, are going to get you through what your bad choices brought you to…that’s GOSPEL TRUTH. I Kept A Diary in High School, but long after Graduation, the story did continue…..in Ft. Benning where I finally met a GI who was my equal match…love that man. The people I am friends with today are not the same ones I drank German beer with yesterday. Remember, Time does heal all wounds, and the more you walk through….father away you get from….and when a boy say’s “I’m not looking for a relationship” BELIEVE HIM. Gotta go. Gotta be at the VA at 0800…the VA reminds me of a small post in Deutchland…what was it called? Oh yes, Fischbach….a few broken hearts left there too….Sigh, ya know, those boys were babies too….I apologize….PS- Do you have a HS Pic of me? I need a new one….LOL. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Wednesday.

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Happy Birthday Sanchez

Happy Birthday Sanchez
Happy Birthday Sanchez

“Oh, I’ve done well for myself. I have three books in production, and a reality series based on my life in High School. I’d like you to be in it, because you were a major part of my senior year. Ya know, cheating on me and breaking my heart and all really made for some good stories. Actually, can you say something bad to me now? I’m out of material….Just kidding, but seriously, I hold no grudge, because I’m better, richer, and more famous than you, and my best friend HATED your guts…she doesn’t hate anyone! Oh, and you got FAT…WOW!”…an imaginary conversation with Ronnie and her HS BF…we’ll just call him DICK.

Come on…we all have that “guy” for some of you it’s a “girl” but honestly, the Right of Passage, the HS ritual of having a broken heart, extended to all of us in our very formidable years. Well, except for Merrill, and he steadfastly refuses to admit that he even had a GF in HS…but I think our definitions of “GF” and “BF” differs….no matter….the stories in my head are better….Truth is, I only had two Major’s in HS, a few (ahem) Minor’s…but they say what comes around does indeed go around….or something….we’re not going to talk about all that mess because It’s Sanchez’s birthday….September 12….she’s my bestest friend from HS….she doesn’t just know where the bodies are buried…she held the shovel…one of the few people on this earth that I can totally be ME with…she’ll never judge me….well, she’ll sorta judge me, but she can…you cannot. Happy Birthday Sanchez….I love you Boo.

So, this guy, was the only one, that she ever thought was cute, and hated at the same time. Earlier this year, in Savannah, she asked me, “Did you ever talk to Dick again?” to wit I responded, “Why should I glance at the dollar menu, when I have the Big Mac at home?” She wasn’t satisfied with that answer….FINE… “Um, NO. You told me if I ever talked to him again, you would break my legs.”, and she would. Dick and I were like…BAD for each other….very, very bad…she had grown tired of it, “If you talk to him again, if you look at him again, if I THINK you’re THINKING about him again, I will KILL you. I will KILL you and throw your body into the ditch myself, then break your legs, then date him”… and indeed she would have…because she loved me that much.

I was 17 with the whole world ahead of me...
I was 17 with the whole world ahead of me…

“Actually I did” I told her, “At Benning, before Merrill. Ya know, It was like that movie Car Wash. It was good in the 80’s, but watch it today, and you’ll wonder why you ever liked it. Know what I mean?”. See the thing about The Field, is there’s too many undetonated bombs back there….that place is a mine field… It’s true when I tell the Little Sisters that I wrote the book they’re reading, because who do you think paved that path for them? Sanchez and I did, that’s who….I wouldn’t go back to HS for all the Parkbrau in Pirm, but I WOULD hang out with her, all day, every day. We sometimes look to our past at the boys we used to love and we shudder at the things we did…but I sometimes forget that my best friend is back there, the one who always said to me, “I’m not the one”…the one whom would say, “You wanna go out tonight?”….the one whom hated all of them but Merrill. She LOVES Merrill. One the field, in the game of life, this cheerleader did get her quarterback….I’m glad you did too sweetie. Happy Birthday Sanchez….Oh, the stories I could tell….but she doesn’t live her life-like me….she likes to be on the DL…or is it LD? I forget. Welp, gotta go. I see a Guardian, and I gotta get the babies ready for school….I wonder, what it really would be like to go back to the Round Up at 17?….LOL, “Hi, my name is Dick, when are you going to ask me out?” Sanchez: “Um keep moving Dick. She’s going to get a real man one day”….Giggle, I don’t think she’d be that polite…Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. Be KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, Happy Birthday Sanchez. I freaking LOVE you girl.

 

 

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Happy Birthday Princess

Happy Birthday Princess
Happy Birthday Princess

“Um, I’m pregnant”. Ronnie to her mother…..27 years, and 10 months ago….My mother was 40…

 

I was 18, a recent graduate from High School, had a good job at BK, and in one night of “I don’t know what” my life changed forever, and as if to solidify the lesson, the baby made me sick for 10 months. Oh, and for 10 months, she was a Christopher Phillip….Sheesh….Yes, you read that right…Germany doesn’t induce….I was pregnant 10 months to the day…vomiting….daily. On September 3 1989, Sanchez brings me a plate loaded with spicy chicken wings, “Here….this will make you have that baby”….on September 4, 1989…Labor Day (God is funny) I went into labor….had an emergency c-section….and brought into this world a 10lbs…healthy baby girl….my Princess….we’ve been through much together….Happy Birthday Princess….Mommy loves you.

She’s 27 today….I feel like out of the entire graduating class of 1988, I have the oldest baby….I might……yet…..I’m not a grandmother. LOL, I can wait. It’s all good. Princess was an only child for 17 years…then when Sweetness came along, she was graduating senior herself, having a baby when your baby is 17 is the best birth control EVER. Seriously, she graciously and willingly shared the parental spotlight with him….he adores her…she adores them….She’s smart, funny, intelligent, articulate, with an attitude every bit like her mother. I pray for her constantly….I actually have a lot of fun when I’m with her…..even arguing….she’s a lot of fun.

The Kids of Veronica Philips
The Kids of Veronica Philips

So, I’m sending out Mommy love shouts to my baby girl Princess, whom is every bit the American royalty I brought her up to be….It’s not arrogant….she’s earned that right. There’s a difference between being given everything, and being able to keep it! I advised her to, “Call life on it’s bluff…everyday” but then again, I’m older and wiser….she’ll get there….because she’s tenacious…..Okay, one final thought, Princess….call your mom, and come home more often…I mean….COME ON….”How busy can you be baby girl”? Gotta go, Happy Birthday Princess…I love you, adore you, cherish you…Have an amazing day in Chicago….I’ll call you later….Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.

 

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Intentions

Merrill's Reunion...I didn't intend to look this good! LOL....
Merrill’s Reunion…I didn’t intend to look this good! LOL….

“It’s 4:30am. Why am I wide awake? Oh yes, I went to bed at 8:30pm” Ronnie to herself, very early this morning.

The whole intention of getting 9 hours sleep is a major mind cluster. Just like the Anthropomorphic Fallacy in which humans attribute human like qualities, or traits to animals, we have good communication intentions, but it falls short. For example, telling people that Fido is a bad boy because he made Mr. Fluffynut work all day,  is a fallacy. Your dog and kitty invite friends over and party, when you’re not home…I just did it; which is funny because it wasn’t my intent. I did digress. After putting Duchess and Sweetness to bed last night, (both were asleep in a matter of minutes), I took advantage of the blessing, and went to lie down myself. I looked at the clock and thought, “Oh…9hrs of sleep. This is going to be great”, so I put down the phone, pulled up the blankets, rebuffed Merrill’s advances and promptly went to sleep. Unfortunately, no one gave my old woman bladder the memo, and I was up at 4:30 am. I thought about waking Merrill up, after all, I wanted to now….and he was right there….sigh…Intentions….the road to hell, and my sex life, are paved with them.

When I graduated HS I didn’t intend to have a baby one year later, when I had Princess I didn’t intend to have any more, when I got married the first time, I didn’t intend to leave him for Merrill, when I met Merrill I didn’t intend to leave my husband, when I had Sweetness, I didn’t intend to have PPD, when I had PPD, I didn’t intend to self-medicate, when I had Duchess I didn’t intend to be in the Children’s ICU one year later, when I started The Kiddie Pool I didn’t intend to get an ASA…many situations I didn’t intend to happen…many things I didn’t intend to do…..life is what happens when you didn’t intend for it to…or too…or two..!

Didn't intend for her to be my bestie...
Didn’t intend for her to be my bestie…

So…..I guess I’m old enough to officially mentor many of you…sigh. I didn’t intend for it to come out that way. Intentions are why two cars collide. We’re moving along, minding our own business, life comes upon us then BAM, when we zig…it zags….and we change as a person. I met a girl at The Kiddie Pool yesterday, (I hope we become friends), whom mentioned a laundry list of health ailments, all of which could kill her….SUDDENLY. All I could do was look at her and say, “Well you’re just living life…aren’t ya?”…it’s true…we should all be like her. Now, I DO NOT want to sky dive (just saying), but I admire the way she just goes about her business knowing in the back of her mind, that her life could very well end at any moment, but honestly friends, ailments or not….all of our lives could end at any second….don’t get that twisted. Intentions, go out the window, when YOLO is involved. Say it with me….YOLO……(You Only Live Once)…it feels good….Feel me? Here’s what you do, get out of bed RIGHT NOW, and see where the tide of life takes you today…. because we do not get to take a darn thing with us…when the street light comes on…and we go home. Intentions….there is no way, we could possibly have foreseen much of what we’ve been through, but we can control what happens after the collision….I too forget this, when I’m knee-deep in stress, and Merrill wants Nesquick…LOL, goes to show what his intentions get him….GET UP….WAKE UP….SEIZE THE DAY….because it doesn’t matter what you intend….life has other plans….YOLO….I’m fixin to go and LIVE….Wanna come? Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross her path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Wednesday…..If I offended….I didn’t intend to….YES I DID!

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Mid Week Babble

Hallowed Ground
Hallowed Ground

“Well Bubby, just like the beaches at Normandy, you gotta have a goal, then you gotta have a plan, drive and WILL to know that beyond all things, this is what you WANT, because once you jump out of the back of that launcher there’s no turning back!”

“What’s Normandy?” Ohhh, an opportunity to drop some knowledge on Sweetness. This is how Ronnie rolls….

 

My education is ridiculously UNFAIR. It is. I don’t think I really appreciated the quality of my learning, until I looked out into a sea of faces at The Kiddie Pool one day and realized, “These kids have no idea just how enriched their experiences could be, if they just took the time to STHU and listen”. I, like many of my friends here, attended Zweibrucken American High School (what, what?), in the middle of  Zweibrucken West Germany, and we learned stuff…..What we didn’t learn in school, we learned on field trips, when we weren’t partying in the pubs, or the banks of the Red Light District in Amsterdam. I have respectfully tread upon the hallowed grounds of Dachau, my proverbial hat in hand with the marvel of just how the world could let ONE PERSON, do this to so many. The lifeless faces of the children, the black and white photos of people frozen forever in pain, forever in time, God the scratch marks on the gas chambers….it hurts, but we need to be reminded that this EVIL did really exist….and WE LET IT…..You don’t walk out the same person you walked in….then you think about what our grandparents gave, to ensure that (at least) for a generation a man like this would NEVER walk the face of the earth again…..I shudder, I shiver, I weep and I cry…..Mid Week Babble…my page, my thoughts.

So in the car, almost every am like clockwork, Sweetness and I talk about stuff. Whether it’s Galactus being the embodiment of a Black Hole Quzar, or Smash mouth football vs Wine and Cheese wussies, we talk. From time to time we talk about history, the stuff they don’t teach in school. Like how it must have felt to be the little 18 yr old boy, not even shaving yet, to look out at the beach and KNOW with 99% certainty he wasn’t going to survive the assault, but they had no choice….Evil was afoot….D-Day was Hitlers last chance at world domination, and he was Going For IT! The weather was crappy, the beaches were fortified, it was suicide….by the light of Dawn, 4,000 lie dead on the beaches….but the Allies BREACHED…….Can you imagine the courage it took, the faith one had to have in his partners, the sheer will to jump out under fire? The beaches mined, barbed wire, and obstacles that would make Ninja Warrior look like a playground…..those men overcame great obstacles….things we could not imagine today….

So, my Mid Week babble centers on what Facebook or one’s well intentioned friends tell us, about Hitler. You don’t freaking know him….the man, the legend, the EVIL… and its insulting to go around and call someone Hitler, just like it is to say one was RAPPED for simply losing a game. Hitler, was the Antichrist of a generation that stepped to him…If one were to go to Auschwitz or Dachau one would truly understand…I mean really understand what it’s like to have a Hitler among us. I take every opportunity to educate my children so that when they grow up, they can see the real from the media induced false…they can discern for themselves the true leaders, from the true posers…..they’ll know what or whom the true Christ vs. Antichrist is and they’ll chose their side accordingly. Hitler enticed an entire society to agree with him, he didn’t use force, but FEAR, to convince society that the Jews…were the bad guy. D-Day was about hero’s…..determination…..drive…..Will. So let me clear my throat, get my prayer on, a hand to hold….and a beer to drink, cause it’s getting ready to be ON. I really did have the best education and the best experiences, and it’s my pleasure to pass them on to my children….it makes them a better people to know what a true Hitler looks like…..I dunno…..may God have mercy on us, as we go into this season….it may very well be the most important decision of our lives and I’m not talking about the PRESIDENCY……..although I do wish we had better to choose from….Cue, “Over There” a WW2 battle song that inspires me, as I wish you all a Blessed Day.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Wednesday.

 

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Nefarious Memories

She Doesn't Look Intimidating...does she?
She Doesn’t Look Intimidating…does she?

“You were at Studio 54, I was also at Studio 54….The Movie”. Obnoxious, Female Dog to Samantha. Sex and The City

After a night of heavy drinking, my best friend (shown left) and I got into a cab to head home. Five minutes into the ride, she vomited all over the back seat, well, it could have been me (it’s not important) whom vomited, I don’t remember, but we didn’t want the cab driver to see what nefarious activity had just taken place in his back seat, so at the next light, I threw a 20 mark bill at him and we jumped out of the cab. I tell you that story to tell you this one. Earlier that same night, my best friend punched a German girl in the face because I had accidentally misinterpreted German to English. I wouldn’t feel too badly for her, she was getting her butt kicked anyway. You can’t mess with an American Girl’s boyfriend, and not expect to get punched in the face….As I look at the graduation pictures of my HS friends children, I think to myself, Punching German girls in the face, and vomiting in cabs, it just doesn’t seem so cool…anymore. Nefarious Memories….sigh….It’s their turn now.

Running down the streets of Chicago, Illinois screaming, “Come Back” to the departing cab of Charlie Sheen, wasn’t cool either. As a matter of fact, given the present circumstances, it’s incredibly not cool…Sitting on a castle wall, 100 some odd feet in the air, falling backwards…fully expecting to die..not cool, NOR,  is Amsterdam at 17….The Hard Rock Cafe….The Cars…The US Navy..the police….my prom date picking me up in a Silver Porsche he did not have a license to drive…all NOT COOL. Is this what the 70’s generation felt like when the obnoxious 80’s crowd called their antics antiquated? Whatever…I’ve had an amazing life…..I regret nothing….if you feel the need to judge me so be it, but I’ll warn you, I’m still a pretty good face puncher…..What?…Oh….Merrill wants me to explain to you that last sentence was more of a metaphor, than a threat….. I apologize for YOUR misunderstanding.

High School friends children’s Graduations are the one-time I give myself permission to feel old. All these babies in caps and gowns are doing things the wrinkles under my eye can’t. I’m not upset. My life, has kept me young, albeit slightly jaded, but the prom photo’s….the beautiful prom photo’s make me happy. Truth is, I have found nothing more fun, more worthy, more engaging nor more encouraging, than the #momlife….. Remember the time, my baby boy came into my room, leaned over my face and said, “Mom, I don’t feel so goooOOOOD” with the last syllable running down my neck? Ya know, The Cars in concert, while an amazing experience, has nothing, on Baby Vomitus from the back seat of the car, the fuzzy snuggle, the Mom’s Day handmade cards, nor watching The Beautiful One, graduate College herself….What I’m saying is there are experiences cooler, than drinking, cussing, fighting, and well….just being Nefarious….besides, if you remember the 80’s, you weren’t there…..Thank you Jesus for guarding the young, dumb and drunk…..Amen. I gotta go, Duchess just told me about her invisible friend, “Abae” whose stealing things. Come to think of it, I have been missing some make-up. When I asked where “Abae” was, she pointed to the corner and said, “There”..funny, I don’t see her.  I’m not sure…how to feel…about that. Kinda makes my earlier years a little less scary…dontcha think? Perhaps title of my next book will be, “Scary ass things, my children say”. Don’t judge me….I’m still a pretty good face puncher, and YES, I mean that literally. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.

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