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I start blogs.....I neglect blogs....I abandon blogs. I start blogs.....I neglect blogs....I abandon blogs. I started this blog....I loved this blog....I abandoned this blog. I started this blog....I loved this blog....I abandoned this blog. I guess it is a good thing I didn't actually hold my breath. |
Day 2 Prompt: Wednesday is usually "War Chest Wednesday". But I'm really tired of war. Shoot some flowers out of your cannon. What does "peace" mean to you? My favorite commercial ever is the following Walmart commercial: [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] I thought of this commercial immediately because right now peace would be someone driving away all the people I know…just like that. After all – I would like a little enjoyment out of it. Fucking peace. What is that? I live in a constant state of self-created chaotic battles. No that isn’t quite right…I thrive in a constant state of self-created chaotic battles. Battles filled with grandiose issues that are irrational at their very core. So probably it is the people around ME who need a little peace. But they will not get so lucky…. Persistently peaceful progeny playing perfectly in peripheral peoples’ places. (psssh, please.) Extensively eating everything. Everything? Exactly. (ewww.) All annoying actions, awful aspirations, and apparent affluence aimed at another. (as if.) Clearly concentrated clit consideration. (can I get some cheerful contentment?) Easily ending, yet enjoying each and every entry. (egghead ecstasy) |
Today was a shitty day. I spent it brooding and surly. Ready to snap. A few days ago I spoke my truth fearlessly….no I didn’t…I screamed that shit bravely…and now I am like a tiger with a taste of blood. Going for the jugular. Take no prisoners. Mess with the bull get the horns. That type of attitude. So to get away from the family I claim to love, I went out to mow the grass. Normally it takes about 2 hours on the fastest speed the jank ass mower will go. Which, trust me, is pretty fast. It is a hot topic of conversation with the neighbors…the speed with which I drive my mower (closely followed by the volume at which I poorly sing). Yet today I just wanted to be out there for the rest of my life. Anything to keep from interacting with the fruit of my womb. I normally have Kid A’s iPod and am forced to choose my songs from her extensive collection of things I wouldn’t choose for mowing the grass. Her taste is stellar, of that there is no doubt, but she isn’t rocking the shit I wanna rock. Lately I have been using my phone. (Which by the way – we are approaching week six of a no cell phone experiment. WEEK SIX!!! What the fuck?? I have previously unknown to me superpowers I think.) Anyway, I have been using my now “glorified Google device” or “pitiful camera” – whichever way you dressed this morning – and so my choices are vast and endless. I am not one of those people who is anti-Google. I am not one of those people who is worried that Google knows that I fuck to R Kelly or mow to Hall and Oates. I don’t care if Google knows that I clip more coupons for diapers than I do for ketchup nor do I give a shit if they know the things I have searched the internet for. It’s not a secret. Porn and television shows on half the screen and answers to the constant stream of questions or curiosities that stomp on my normal thoughts on the other side. Does that surprise anyone? I don’t even care if Google knows all the places I have gone. When I wear my invisibility cloak I ALWAYS leave my phone at home otherwise some asshole calls at the exact wrong moment. Otherwise…when I just wear my normal cloak…well, other people see me at these places already. I am also not naive and do not need, nor desire, any information on perceived risks or dangers anyone associates with this level of Google involvement. Kid A and I are both very technologically heavy people. The feature of any program that connects everything I do to everything I do rocks my socks and so to that side of the argument...well as Cartman would say, “Screw you guys, I’m going home.” It seems like I would more than likely never accomplish shit if this is how easily I get sidetracked with the urge to be confrontational. But, uh, back to the lecture at hand (from a young G’s perspective?)… Since Google is magical and gives me access to thousands of my files and allows me to shuffle those files…something previously magical only because in Hicksville if something stays connected while you are way out there by the woods, well then it was cooked in a cauldron. Yet today his powers grew. (Hmm, apparently Google is a guy.) Today he properly and powerfully intuited my mood and reached way down deep into my musical abyss to play a lineup of songs that worked perfectly. A line up of songs that I have not listened to in years. It was amazing. It altered the outcome of the evening drastically. (OHHHHH, I see. Google is a guy because it deserves its dick sucked after today. ) The thing is…later I was told by Kid A (of course it was a Kid and not a Husband, but what are ya gonna do..) that I was saying inappropriate shit. That is the exact phrase she used, “inappropriate shit.” I asked how loud, she says pretty loud, I ask how inappropriate, she says she heard pussy from inside her room, I want to die, she asks what a pussy is, I responsibly tell her that it is an awful way to describe a vagina, she looks at me, I say it is rude really and she should not ever say it, she says that she is sure the old people across the street heard it, I say they probably already knew the word (???), she looks across the street at the neighbor, who truly is very much in the elderly column of life, and asks me if “pussies get old.” Oh my god. The fucking series of conversations which have followed have been excruciating. Making sure she understands that I am wrong about using the word pussy while also making sure she understands I am right about the use of the word pussy is some hard fucking work. It’s not for pussies.  She also asked me why a tongue would be in a box. Was this kid fucking stealthily sniping me out or what? Has she planted a listening device on my person somewhere? I just told her Prince never makes sense and she was okay with that. This most certainly has been a sex filled summer for one member of our house. I just wish it had been me. P.S. Does anyone remember when I said I was going to force myself to stop using the “…” all of the fucking time? Talk about a miserable failure. I need a replacement because clearly what I tried to use last year didn’t stick.
Day 1 Prompt: Talk Tuesday! Today's prompt is simple...Take a look at everyone who is taking part in this month's challenge. Pick one member, go into their portfolio, and review one of their items in your entry. Then, suggest an item of your own you'd like to see reviewed. Man…look at Fivesixer   …saying nice things about me. Calling me rude and biting…off my rocker. Aww…the path straight to my heart. I can never remember who I reviewed for this challenge before and who I have not…so fuck it. I went with PandaPaws Licensed VetTech  … even though I think I have used her before and even though I suck at reviews.I chose a poem that was “a minute poem” because I had no idea what a minute poem was. I had to look it up first. I like shit like that.
 , though the quality of the piece is far better than the review. I tend to like a lot of what she does. |
Last night here and we are going to have an interesting evening before moving on to our next location which is Mammoth Hot Springs Terrace. We will be leaving after a late breakfast, packing up our stuff so it can be transported for us. http://www.yellowstonenationalpark.com/mammoth.htm But we have a special request, and since I am a volunteer guide and getting fired is not an issue... I am going to take him up on his request. "Well... then what? I think we should have a costume contest. ~Aino Minako~ may beat us all because she has experience with making her own costumes for stuff like this, but I'm still willing to give it a go. Pretty please, Lyn 30 Day Camp Guide , can we have a costume contest party? I think we should have on where we have to dress up using only materials that you can find in nature. Doesn't that sound fun? I may or may not be trying to see everyone half naked. *Laugh*" Charlie & Cinn well, are you up to his challenge? It's in your ball park.... "We should totally do this and then have like a campfire where we dance around the fire and OHH we should do like a horror movie costume contest and tell ghost stories or something? The winner should get a prize of some sort. You wanna? Eh? Lyn? You wanna?" Oh lord. I cannot get it together. Life is whizzing all about, taunting me. Fuck. I’d use the leaves for my costume, without doubt. I hate leaves on me. They seem so …buggy. Or I don’t know, something. So face my fears and all that shit. I’d love to say I’d show up in something fabulous like this: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** But in reality, I’d pull this kind of shit: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Because I both adore the thought of camouflaging myself to just…observe and listen AND I detest the thought of someone else doing that to me. As for scary stories..I really suck at that. I love everything horror and will debate to the death on issues such as Freddy vs. Jason vs. Michael etc. But I don’t want to tell a scary story. I’d just prefer someone try to scare me. I have decided that the reason I never go camping is because I don’t like camping. I would not go so far as to say that I hate it or that I would never do it again, but I do not like it and would never rally my friends to go. Outdoor activities have not ever been at the top of my to-do list anyway. |
We will be staying put at Indian Creek for another day so we can do some exploring and our tender butts can rest from the ride before we continue on. Today it will be in the high fifties, perfect hiking weather. We are off to Sheepeaters Cliff. There are excellent examples of basalt for those who have an interest in geology. For those who are interested in native wildlife, marmots are native to this area. It is a great hiking experience for all levels, nothing strenuous today. http://www.nps.gov/media/video/view.htm?id=007BBFE1-155D-451F-6779FB37D3D5BC36 This video will show you what we will studying today on our adventure, lots of great photo opportunities. When men and women tell tales around evening campfire, a sure sign of success is when the audience says then what... Here's your opportunity for a then what moment.... Sooooo….the last thing I remember we were hiking on the Mount Washburn trail. I must have fallen and hit my head….hmmm…or maybe I was pushed. If I remember right, I was either with Prosperous Snow celebrating  or ANN Counselor, Lesbian & Happy  . Either way. You would not believe what I imagined happened while unconscious in that gorge. I imagined that second grade began and that Kid A had a stellar first week. Ehhh…okay maybe a stellar first three days. It went swimmingly, not a drop of last year’s “I’ll nevah go hungray agahn” drama. And then came Thursday. Thursday, when my little Scarlett refused to leave Tara. No – not quite true. She always leaves; she just does it in tears. Huge, from the bottom of her heart, so full of despair you can physically see it swirling around in each teardrop, crying. It would be so much easier if she would act sick or just flat out say she doesn’t want to go. Instead I have to watch her force herself to do something without a single utterance of dissent. So much worse. You are seven years old Kid A, not an adult, throw a little fit or express some inappropriate levels of emotion…something that will make it a bit easier on ME. Because at this point, if something doesn’t ease up for me I will never ever be able to help her due to my own steady descent into madness. So there was that. Even my injury hallucinations suck. And if you need further proof….. I imagined I had an enormous fight with someone. A person I care for greatly, and who cares for me as well. A person I have been disgustingly honest with, both about them and myself. Usually I am just honest about other people. A person who knows I like to fight, who knows how I like to fight, and knows why I like to fight. A person who understands the ways I need someone to fight back. Don’t go fetal and let me scream at you…man that just makes it worse. Say some shit back, do a little screaming of your own. And a person who knows that when it’s done, it’s done….until the next time. I yelled at this person. I blamed this person. I said truths that deserve to be hidden. This person dutifully took it for a while…enough to really stoke my fire, and then took part. Nothing was on its way to any resolution. It was skeason circle logic at its very best. But soon, something about it became …static. There was no more flow to the fighting. There was actual back and forth fueled by actual emotions. It moved from the room of its humble beginnings to a different room…a bigger room. We needed more space to hold the anger that was rapidly growing. But when we moved a second time, when we followed the shove of the fight, we found ourselves in a hallway. The smallest space we could have chosen. You could feel shit bouncing off the walls and right back into your stockpile. Nothing dissipated, instead it choked us. AND THEN… With an open fist the mother fucker spun me like a top into the wall. Awesome. Okay, okay, there are a few points here that I feel need to be made. 1. It was not Husband A or he would now be Ex-husband A. 2. It was not a female or this would be a story about how I kicked a girl’s ass. 3. I deserved it. I don’t need to hear any nonsense about how no female ever deserves to get hit. We all know that isn’t true. Every PERSON has a moment in their lives when they deserve to get the shit slapped out of them. Every PERSON. Do I have this moment more than normal people? Probably. Do I get hit more than normal people? I’d like to say no, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. It was however the first time in a great many years, as well as the first time by someone I sincerely cared for. Someone I didn’t want to completely abandon afterwards. The bit of conversation immediately prior to the slap (and trust me that’s the only part that doesn’t consist of me yelling, bitching, over-talking and not listening): Other person: “Don’t you keep coming at me…” Me: “What the fuck are you gonna do?” I am a grown up. I understand the situation that went down, and I understand my role in it. I weigh 108 pounds. The other person weighs well over 250. Don’t you keep coming at me. What the fuck are you gonna do? Not the first time either of us has said these very words to each other. Clearly we both found something out that day. He discovered that I will ALWAYS keep coming at you, and I discovered what the fuck he was gonna do. Now I struggle with the fact that my values…the ones I stand up for like the survival of the human race depends upon my stance…my values absolutely demand that I not accept this without there being any repercussions…no lesson learned. This person does not get to go about any part of his life that involves me as if nothing happened. Something was different this time. Something changed the answer to the question “What the fuck are you gonna do?” from walk away to….send you into a 40 mph pirouette. As for Husband A’s reaction…fodder for a different post. Ah well…thank god all that really happened was that one of you campers pushed me off the trail huh? |
Should you drink the water as is from the stream? Clean your supplies in the lake or stream? Why or Why not? Are there risks? We are going hiking on Mount Washburn trail today. Does anyone know what it is noted for by some chance? What are you hoping to see? Who did you buddy up with today, remember the buddy system we never wander off or go anywhere alone. And what are we eating today???? Don't forget to interact with your fellow campers! So. If I have learned anything from Naked and Afraid it is most certainly that before you do anything you need to fashion a vajayjay cover. No wait. That’s not it. So. If I have learned anything from Naked and Afraid it is most certainly that before you drink the water you boil that shit. Don’t even give it a taste to see if it “tastes like fresh water” – just boil it. Don’t risk purposefully infesting your body with bacteria and feces and literal death floating downstream. Just don’t. Boil the water. Don’t tell me any shit about it is running through rocks here and over and through another set of rocks down below so it is filtered enough to drink. I think you mean filtered enough to boil. Just boil it. Boil it. If you don’t wanna then that can be my chore. I will be the water boiler. What else would I be happy to do? I would be willing to do anything and/or everything needed of me, but that doesn’t mean I would be happy. I don’t want to hunt. I am too softhearted to go Office Space on dinner. I don’t want to watch you do it either, but I will eat. I would gather but that is more like we are camping in the Stone Age rather than Yellowstone. So let’s see. I would cook. I would clean. I would construct. I would wash. I would watch. I would whine. (Trust me…I could turn this into a job.) Really – this is the way I am as far as Kid A and school goes. I am the ideal volunteer because I am flexible and willing. Shit, that’s the same reason I am ideal for Husband A. Hmm. I am not gonna be good at including other members unless I go totally random. I don’t know anyone very well. Certainly not well enough to make witty remarks about their roles in camping. Eeek. I will be buddies with Prosperous Snow celebrating since she gets lost and she’s right…in this type of situation I don’t. Plus if she is half as light and cheerful as her blog makes her seem then she is a good choice for any reason. I like to hike. I like it more than camping. The Mount Washburn trail huh? I’m ready. The flowers are supposed to be pretty but this time of year is also supposed to be crowded. I do hate that. I wish I had a good joke about being able to see the Tetons from the summit. I can be pretty picky about food. Though I am with ANN Counselor, Lesbian & Happy …keep the yellow off my hot dog and out of my water. (Boil that shit.) I am good with all the normal camping food. If anyone decides to amp it up a bit and venture into non-camping food then I may go hungry, it’s hard to tell. It all depends on which one of my personalities is holding the seat of power at the time. |
Let’s talk about safety first… why is it important to sleep a minimum of 100 yards (91 meters) from where you hang your food, cook, and eat your food. Should you keep your sleeping gear clean and free of food odor. What about sleeping in the same clothes worn while cooking and eating, is there a risk? Please tell us about your previous camping experiences. I am quite certain there is only one answer here. You gotta sleep pretty far away from your food and definitely don’t be getting the sleeping bag all crumby. I think changing clothes after cooking is a smart idea though I guarantee I would never do that. You gotta do these things because Yogi is not your av-er-age bear. I don't really camp. I don't have an aversion to camping. Well not a total one at least. It's just that the people I have been surrounded by or have surrounded myself with aren't campers. It's not something we do. We live in a good area for that type of shit though. I did a little cabin camping every summer when I was younger. And once with some friends in what I would call more of a "cabin" than a cabin. I have not ever slept in a tent or really roughed it in any way. Again, not really by choice. Can't guarantee I'd choose to go either though. |
War Chest Wednesday! Complete the following thought: If I could lighten up, I'd let myself... If I could lighten up, I’d let myself float away. |
Talk Tuesday! The Boy Scouts Of America voted to kinda sorta change their policy regarding their ban on gay scout leaders, shifting the choice on whether or not to allow them to the organizations (such as churches, schools, etc.) that sponsor troops and provide a place for them to gather. Is the BSA doing the right thing? Or is it not enough? (Here's a reference link: http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2015/07/27/boy-scouts-gay-leaders/30752987/) Of course it is not enough. The rules should be all inclusive. If your religious beliefs have ever, or even have begun to conflict with the motherfucking rules then why are you trying to be part of the organization to goddamn begin with? Every business, every media outlet, every leader, every person, every animal, every thought, every idea, every word uttered, every sex act, every medical procedure DOES NOT have to change itself to comply with rules religious people refuse to make static. If the rules for the Boy Scouts bother you so much that you stand up and openly say that the entire organization needs to make this right for you and your feelings because that is more important than preparing young men to be acceptING and acceptED in society then you are a jacknut and this idiotic stance should make you as ill equipped to lead a bunch of boys as you feel a gay man is. I lead a Girl Scout troop. The thing about it is …and every thumper everywhere should really listen to this part…the thing about it is, not one goddamn thing we do is either influenced by, or revealing of, our sexual preferences. Nothing! It doesn’t factor in. We are a Girl Scout troop. It isn’t blow job class, we aren’t learning the correct angle for an old-fashioned. If there is a girl who is even wondering about this part of herself she isn’t pulling magic pussy dust out of her Doc Martens and changing the makeup of the other girls. To subtly imply that any one sexual preference, without doubt, equates to more of a circle jerk than a campfire song is, and SHOULD BE, offensive to all people of all sexual orientations. |
Music Monday! What's your preferred choice of music playback...cds, mp3, maybe even vinyl records, or something else? And given how many choices there are nowadays, are you more likely to pay for a streaming service like Spotify or Apple's new service than buying a physical copy of an album? Wow. I have no idea when I last bought a CD. I couldn’t even tell you what it might have been. We immerse ourselves in a very very extensive, and built with great time and effort, collection of mp3s. I am a completion hoarder. I have interest in one or two songs from an album but then I must have the entire album. But then I must have the artist’s entire discography. Same goes for books. Same goes for movies. Same goes for….same goes for…same goes for… I am also not gonna pay for a streaming service when there are a great many options to stream for free. However, when I was a little girl I was fucking devastated when tapes started to overtake records. I felt like tapes sucked compared to my record player for a long time. And I was so anti B-sides. Give me a break. The back of the tape is for more songs, not special songs. But then. Then it became cool to be able to record songs from the radio. That made all the difference in the world. So I think what I have learned is that my preferred method of music listening is whatever method allows me to control the order of songs, artist, whatever. I like to be the producer. |
The above picture ( ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ) is a screen-cap from CNN's website on Saturday evening. In the upper right hand corner, you'll see that one of the column headers is "Things On Fire". CNN is considered one of the United States' leading news providers...is a column header like the one pictured something you would consider professional or appropriate? Have standards changed in the way news organizations in general present information in the 21st century? Oh I hate the news. The news is not ever news. We absolutely do not need a section of CNN or any other news organization with the sole purpose of showing us things on fire. It is like the nation is collectively deciding to become less educated, to jump on bandwagons, to believe without investigation. We want to suppress. Suppress information, suppress people, and suppress ideas. Which is a weird thing to be doing while we spout some loud shit about freedoms and rights. Just be honest. I am out for myself in the following ways; blah blah blah. Then it wouldn’t need to be found only in the denigration and dumbing down of people. I do not just want real news, real leaders, trustworthy sources on both accounts, I CRAVE these things. Being flooded with misinformation and misdirection like “Things on Fire” has left me depleted of any collective satisfaction. Loyalty and patriotism my ass. More like….red, white, and blue balls. |
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