Fun to Watch… Not So Fun to Participate

1 May
Please, just don't do it. It not only hurts you, it also hurts all of us out here looking at the photo.

Please, just don’t do it. It not only hurts you, it also hurts all of us out here looking at the photo.


17 Dec

Why? I just don’t… WHY?!!!pineapple through cheeks


Happy Thanksgiving! From Just Wrong!

22 Nov

Happy Thanksgiving! From Just Wrong!

‘Nuff said… But we are still thankful for… the other stuff…!!!

Away Friends

12 Nov

Though we prefer to keep our family and friends geographically close, there is one good thing about having them at a distance. The beautiful thing about best friends who live so far away- They bring other good people to your life that you never would have met. And if your friend is truly a good person, you will meet more wonderful people that you never would have otherwise. People who have treated your good friend with the dignity and respect that you have always known they deserve. People who care for them and are always welcome back, because your friend respects, trusts and loves them. To watch a friend amidst people who clearly care about them and their well being is so medicinal for the soul…

It was an honor to meet my sisters closest friends this past weekend. Thank you all for loving her. She is a beautiful person.

Another Long Night

5 Nov

I pour the last drink a little stronger than the previous, though I don’t mean to. I am caught up in my thoughts as I pour, and the bottle lays over itself, aimed at my glass, just a second longer than intended.


The brief thought rolls through my head as the next thought comes tittering behind it, covering its’ tracks.

Ha HAA! Thank GOD for the ‘accidental overpour’!!!

Oh- shutup. I mumble aloud to my other self. This is not funny.

This shit is NOT funny. How I long for sleep. But part of me won’t allow it. I could lay down on the cold concrete in the garage and sleep fine if I would only allow myself. But that small part of me forbids it.

The small devil on my left shoulder pokes and prods me with its tiny pitchfork.

You deserve all the pain you get for the pain you inflict on others.

But I don’t WANT to hurt anyone!! My scream echoes in the front of my mind. It resonates in my chest.


I hear it as if I were stabbed in the heart. It has become hard to breathe. I want nothing more than to take back every hurt I have ever inflicted on anyone.

All I ever wanted was a little peace in my life!! I scream into oblivion.

I just want those I care about to be happy. Then I can be happy. Then maybe I can find any semblance of my own peace. I have learned… I understand now! Just please- release me…

The guttural chuckle grips me. The ice holds me.

I take a breath. I close my eyes and breath deeply as I try to clear my head, try to clear my heart.

Your drink is almost empty.

I scowl at myself.

Yeah. I know.

1 Nov

At first glance I thought this was biased- as I finished reading, however, I assure you it is awesome! As long as you don’t have kids to look after or work the next morning! 😉

Maximum Wage

Hello and welcome to the 2nd annual presidential election drinking game. I created one for the 2008 election that I posted to Facebook and so I thought why not make one again for this election. Why not get drunk on election day?

To my non American friends I apologize you’ll just have to think of your own election day drinking games.

If you lose your job because you got so hammered on election night I’m really sorry son, but I got 99 problems and the unemployed ain’t one.

Please print these rules out, as this game is as complicated as politics.

Things you will need:

  • Beer
  • Hard Alcohol
  • Blue and Red colored sharpies
  • TV
  • Timer (Stopwatch or smartphone app)
  • Friends (more than one person)
  • Computer with access to Facebook

Its better to play this game with a group of people. Before starting everyone picks their candidate, Romney or Obama. YOU…

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A New Leaf Turned

1 Nov

It’s that time again. The time when I begin a new cycle of writing. It always comes in cycles and when that cycle is at its lowest and I’m writing little if any, that’s when I feel my worst. I am pleased to be at the beginning of it again. That means fresh outlooks, new inspirations, and a positive attitude towards myself.

I am beginning with a post a week but I would like for that to be an absolute minimum. I am at my best when I’m writing. Hopefully I can share some unique posts with everyone.

…and we begin again…


17 Aug

There is nothing lonelier than needing the shoulder of a best friend and knowing it’s not there. Wanting to talk with them, and knowing it’s not possible. Wanting to think about all the great times you have ahead of you, knowing they have evaporated into oblivion.

I take that back. There is one thing worse. Knowing it was your decision.

All For Naught?

17 Aug

When we find ourselves in a situation we feel we cannot control, as humans, one of two things occur. We either stand our ground and fight or we turn and run, these of course being more metaphor than literal action much of the time. But what we fail to realize during most of these confrontations is we form patterns in our behavior relating to specific situations that become ingrained and serve as a baseline for how we perceive and react to other, possibly completely unrelated circumstances.

It is only when it is pointed out to us that we see how deeply these patterns affect us on a daily basis.

I have been ‘fighting’ several battles within myself for a number of years. It was only when someone held up a mirror to my actions and led me by the hand, step-by-step through my ‘fights’ that it was made clear to me, what I believed was fighting was actually a form of retreat in order to protect myself. I then proceeded to take the necessary steps to confront my fears and reverse the effects of my actions on my life.

It has not been an easy road. Much of the time I felt these steps were too painful and wanted to throw in the towel. But a good friend kept me on track and helped me through it. I’m not finished by any stretch of the imagination, but I had found a beautiful peace I didn’t know was possible.

But now, it amazes me how someone can put so much blood, sweat and tears into something they believe in, only to be struck down in a single blow. All the hard work, all the time spent seems to be a waste of time. I know it is not- but dammit it sure as hell feels like it right now.

Chick-fil-A and the First Amendment- My Opening To a More Detailed Understanding

2 Aug

Our country was based on the beliefs that we are allowed to have our unique and individual opinions regardless of someone’s opposition to it. When you look at all the facts in this situation, it’s further proof of the deterioration of the foundations of this country. It is this company and their officers’ 1st amendment right to voice their opinion. They base their values from within the bible. No one can call them hypocrites- they don’t do business on Sunday and are therefore not a publicly traded company so they don’t capitalize in that manner. They have not stated they would not serve homosexuals, nor have they been called on the carpet for preferential treatment of heterosexuals. When my gay male friend and I (a heterosexual female) walk in to any one of their stores, our chicken sandwiches, salads, nuggets or wraps are exactly the same. My piece of chicken on bread with a single pickle slice is no better than my gay friends. And my friends sandwich isn’t lacking the chicken, nor the bread, nor the pickle slice. Chick-fil-A has simply voiced the opinion that they don’t AGREE with homosexual union. Well, no kidding. They have their religious beliefs and hold to them from start to finish. I may or may not agree with Chick-fil-A’s stance on same-sex marriage. But the bottom line is that I am allowed my opinion, just as they are, until our administration (current or future) decides we are no longer human enough to be allowed an opinion.

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