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Month: July 2015
Thanks, but no thanks
Got this in the mail from the NRA today. Obviously they haven’t read my Facebook timeline.
See the badge in the upper left hand corner? They’ve asked me to place that on my truck, car, boat, or God forbid, on my window at home so that,
“When your local lawmakers see this shield on NRA vehicles, they see crystal-clear proof that if they push gun regulation, licensing, and prohibition, they risk DEFEAT on Election Day. It’s that promise, backed by NRA membership muscle, that stops gun banners in their tracks.”
Apparently, this shield has…
“…stopped hundreds of schemes to ban your guns and close down gun shows, gun shops, ranges, and hunting lands.”
I own a gun. One of these days I’ll learn to use the darned thing, but I refuse to become part of an organization that plays on our fears in order to pump up their membership.
I refuse to belong to a group that fought against common sense gun regulations following the shooting of innocent schoolchildren in Sandy Hook, Connecticut, a group that instead said the answer to such tragedies was to arm more people.
The NRA was founded with good intentions, but radical organization leadership and a focus on political and societal manipulation has twisted that goodness into something profane.
I’ll take that sticker. There’s a great stinky place just inside my trashcan in need of an NRA endorsement.
Peace, people!
Shine
Shine!
Speak up!
Don’t let your
Light go
Unnoticed.
There will be
Those who try
To take away your
Essence;
Those who cannot
See your worth.
Ignore them.
Listen to that
Voice, that
Incredible voice
Telling you,
Girl, you are
Incredible!
Lip Syncing
Like Milli Vanilli
I could be a star
sing beautiful songs
karaoke in a bar.
Just give me a stage
and a muted microphone
I’ll rock your world
or make you groan.
Queue up Leader of the Pack
or Friends in Low Places
pour another round
let me into your graces.
Pluto
you were not included
in my grandparents
outdated Encyclopedia
Britannica and I
left you off my
solar system mobile.
my teacher deducted
twenty points and
embarrassed me in
front of the class.
see, karma does rule
our universe.
i want those twenty
points back now.
an apology would
be nice, too.
Body of Work
she writes for herself
strange words, stranger ideas
maybe she’s crazy.
she writes poetry
searching for some symmetry,
imagery within.
she thinks in phrases,
bits and pieces whose sums are
greater than their parts.
Heated
bikini
clad body
lounging
by the
pool.
it’s
one o four
in the shade
even the bees
are quiet.
humidity
smothers
activity
summer garden
wilting blooms
trickling sweat
puddles.
lazy
heated
days
of
s
u
m
m
e
r
Studly’s “It’s NOT a Man Cave!” Man Cave
In the beginning,
…there was a big mess.
But little by little… 
…there was progress.
And today…
…the “It’s NOT a man cave”
…is beginning to look like a man cave.
Studly still has quite a bit of inside work ahead of him, but just having a spot to park all of our motorcycles is heady stuff.
Commemoration
If you could pick one person to be commemorated on this day who would it be and why?
Han Solo. Because, he is freaking awesome.
Nekkid and Skeert
Picture this: A man and a woman, strangers to one another, agree to try to survive in a harsh environment for a period of 21 days. Naked. While being captured on film.
This is an actual television series in the U.S.
Each participant is allowed to bring one tool or accessory to facilitate their survival. I’d bring a gun to kill the huge snakes in the dark jungle. So far no one’s done that. Perhaps guns are against the rules, or perhaps bullets would count as a second tool.
Typically each couple experiences extreme dehydration, epic weight loss due to starvation, and emotional angst at being naked with a stranger.
Ok, I made that last part up, but I imagine my attempt at being on Naked and Afraid might go something like this:
Nekkid and Skeert
Stranger Joe: So, what tool did you bring?
Me: A book.
Joe: A book! That’s not a tool!
Me: (Whacks Joe upside the head with my book) Oh really?
Joe: Ok! I guess you made your point. I brought an axe.
Me: I guess that’ll work. Just don’t ask to use my book. Guess we need to dispense with our clothes. You first.
Joe: (strips) Your turn.
Me: (strips)
Joe: Ha! Ha! Oh my gosh! Can’t Unsee THAT!!! (Drops axe on foot; loses two toes)
Medical crew steps in and takes Joe to the nearest emergency room.
I wander in the wilderness for 21 days, reading my book and munching on berries, occasionally fending off snakes and lizards. In the process I lose 22 lbs. and find my inner goddess.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 