It's Halloween...

Lick a Witch for good luck!

Samhain Blessings~

Raven

   Shhhh...be very quiet, I'm here, but not really here.  Ok, so when we last heard from our heroine, she was battling germs and generally feeling confuzzled, but that only lasted about 9.4 minutes before she, what the fuck am I doing referring to myself in the third person? *Shaking the cobwebs from my brain*, Now, where was I? Oh yes, I'm back to my fabulous self and better than ever, just really really busy. Until I have the time or inclination to sit down for more than a few minutes at a time, let me give everyone a briefing, or would you prefer that I debriefed you?

-----I am currently spending 5 days a week, nearly 2 hours a day in the gym training in addition to the 3-4 days a week that I am in the dojo training as well.

-----No, I haven't lost my mind, I'm competing on Sunday in another tournament. If you are in driving distance, I expect to see you in the stands cheering me on.

-----When I am not in the gym, I am either in the car or in my house. My time at home is spent being a menace to my offspring or gutting something that has long been neglected. I welcome any and all help, so form committees and get over here! Please and thank you.

-----Yesterday I met my friend Patrick up in Los Angeles and the family and I showed him some nifty things to do instead of laying over in the airport. I will post pictures in the next couple of days. We had SOOOO much fun!

-----I have been experiencing technical difficulties with loading photos on my space, so the air show photos are late and going on in little bursts, but I will be all caught up sometime this week.

-----And my 5.3 spare minutes for this part of my day have officially come to an end. Duty calls!

I will make an attempt to pop in here and there on a more irregularly regular schedule, but I make no promises. In the meantime, there will be photos, snacks, and groping to keep you happy.

OH! And due to an increasing number of spam comments left on dozens of my older blogs a couple times a week and MSN's lack of action when I bitch about it, I have made my space sorta kinda private.

Now I'm really going!  Kisses and such~ R

     Huddled under a blanket, clutching a mug of hot ginger tea, and wishing one of my symptoms would break so I could get something done, I'm back where I started. With earbuds familiarly nestled in my ears and the music at a volume that will hopefully drown out the riot in my brain, I write for me and me alone. My neck hurts from the weight of the world pressing down on me and I've had a headache for a solid month, but maybe that's exactly what I needed to find my words again. My words, not words composed for someone else's entertainment or enjoyment, but mine. Society's rules may apply to me but whether I choose to follow them is a completely different novel. The songs cycle, one after another, driving my fingers to fly with wild abandon across keys so worn that many of the letters are gone, just like my desire to deny my heart what it needs.  No matter how loud I make the music, the turmoil is louder and even that isn't as loud as my desire to take to the skies. But I stay, my work here isn't quite done yet. The song playing now isn't even in English, I sing along anyway. Alejandro Sanz y Shakira's voices blend together and send my thoughts racing, like a figure in black on a dark two lane road.  Sometimes we don't understand the words but we manage to sit still and listen until the last note.

a rant of that would be of truly epic proportions if it weren't so fucking hot and my head wasn't pounding

Every where I go there are glittery pink pieces of nonsense plastered with the name Hannah Montana and a picture of some vacant bubble headed blonde whore in the making. Who the fuck is Hannah Montana and why the hell won't she just go away? To add to the funcusion, when I was hurling "Who the fuck is Hannah Montana" profanities in the general direction of the unsuspecting manager at a video store, I turned to see a DVD entitled, "Miley Cyrus meets Hannah Montana"!! So, are we to understand that one or the other are not the same? Is she/it schizophrenic?

Today our temperatures soared to a tourettes inducing 101.5 degrees, yes, in October, and as if that weren't enough to make me roundhouse kick a complete stranger in the face, the humidity plummeted to 6%. Hot and dry are never words I want to use together. If something is hot, it damn well better be wet too!

I received a catalog last week chock full of whore-y Halloween costumes. Who knew that the likes of Alice in Wonderland, Raggedy Ann, Robin Hood, lady bugs, bumble bees, Elvis and Sponge Bob could be slutted up?  The best, and worst part of this particular catalog were the wide array of costumes now available in preteen sizes. Of course !*slapping myself on the forehead with the palm of my hand*  There's no better way to send our preteen daughters out to defy all our teachings to not take candy from strangers than [un]dressed in crotch length skirts, ripped fishnets, platform heels and cropped tops!  Oh, and let's not forget the 150 pounds of make-up. I've never been a believer in the "she had it coming" defense, but if you send your daughter out at night dressed like Alice in Hookerland or Sponge Bob Whorepants and she ends up behind Wal-Mart in a dumpster, well...let's just say that mustering sympathy would be difficult, if not impossible.

Have you ever had Vu ja De? The feeling you've never been here before?

and one more thing....BISON! Shhhhh!

     The cursor taunts me, blinking it's challenge to fill an empty space with something of substance.  My refusal to blog for blogging's sake does not an entry make.  Right now it's raining, which is why I'm sitting still, momentarily. Tomorrow I'm heading down to the Air Show, which makes me happier than Jude Law at a nanny convention.  Bison, not buffalo, silly. Mercury is in retrograde until October 15, it's full range of destruction, mayhem, and general naughtiness (sounds like a woman I know) lingering until October 31. What does that mean? It means for now, the cursor blinks, taunting me.  I'm off to find a man in lederhosen and objectify the hell out of him. It's ok though, he likes it.