Okay....so I open Corvidae just now to listen to my playlist, and WHAT HORRIFIC NOISE MEETS MY POOR, DELICATE EARS?????????????? The effing BACKSTREET BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF????????????????? If anyone opens Corvidae and hears this tripe blaring from their speakers, my reputation will be shot all to hell!!! I must correct this injustice ASAP!
In the meantime, I have many photos to edit, tales to tell, and things to do before I worry about this freaking playlist just yet. I am settling into my new digs and my life is all out of sorts. Hopefully soon I will have more to post here before Christmas comes! ;-)
Until next time.....love to all and IGNORE any shitty music that pops up on my playlist!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
Miscellaneous ramblings...
Well, it's about time I posted something else here, right? Most of my time and energy has been spent elsewhere, including editing my photos as I have time and posting them on my DeviantArt gallery. I included a sample above.
I am also in the middle of packing and moving to my parents' farm for a couple of months. It's a slow, painful process for one person, but I really don't like anyone else handling my stuff until it's safely packed away. I'm just freaky like that. I am really looking forward to staying there, however. Their home and property is serene, beautiful and teeming with wildlife. I'm sure I'll have more photos to post in the next few months.
I realize I'm hopping around like crazy, but my A.D.D. is particularly out of control this morning. I would like anyone who comes across this post to check out my friend's blog: Custom Canine Blog. Custom K9 Trainer is an excellent source of knowledge when it comes to doggie behavior. He graciously added me as an author and I hope we can add more educational and canine awareness posts soon that you will enjoy!
On a very happy note, I have fortunately been able to stay in touch with my Sarge almost every day since he left for Iraq. He and his team are doing well, save for a few nasty dust storms (see his pics above) and being relocated to a camp full of jarheads (no offense, jarheads!). He and his men have received all the care packages my friends and I have sent so far, so I want anyone who reads this to know that #1) shipping care packages to soldiers is EASY and not too expensive if you consult with your post office...and #2) our men and women in uniform GREATLY APPRECIATE all items sent from home. It means the world to them to know they are loved and supported!!! Please contact me if you are interested in sending any items to Sarge's unit or anywhere else. I'll be glad to help you!
Lastly, I have made the decision to attach an adult content warning label to this blog. This is not because I intend to start posting pornographic material (*wiggles eyebrows*), but I know some of you have kids and I certainly wouldn't want you to bring up Corvidae and have "I Sit on Acid" start blaring from my playlist. Just a bit of caution will do....
So that's it, dear friends. I have gone on long enough to make your eyes roll back in your head, so I'm finished. Take care and have a happy 4th of July!!!
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Monday, May 26, 2008
Departure
Through the air...across the ocean...we continue to be separated by thousands of miles as you depart. Yet I feel our bond strengthening with every moment that passes. This is a bond written in blood and between our souls - a love that cannot be tainted, diminished or forsaken....
Today my love is on his way out of this country to serve yet another tour of duty to protect our freedom and our rights as Americans. This has not been easy at all for me, but after 19 years of service and a few more left to go, how can I not trust that my love will carry out his duties to the fullest of his capabilities? Not only that, but he has young soldiers under his command who need his guidance and wisdom.
My Master Sergeant (USAF) is leaving me today, but more importantly, he is leaving a wonderful family - including two beautiful daughters - to serve his country in Iraq. He is very low-key and modest about his dangerous duty, but he carries himself with a quiet strength and dignified confidence that anyone can easily admire.
I have had the priviledge of spending the last few months with my love although he has been on active duty, and we have shared some of the most beautiful moments together. I know in my heart those moments will continue the day he sets foot back on U.S. soil. In the meantime, we have technology (thank goodness!) and the special bond we have created together.
I am so proud of you and please come home safe to your Bagheera!
Today my love is on his way out of this country to serve yet another tour of duty to protect our freedom and our rights as Americans. This has not been easy at all for me, but after 19 years of service and a few more left to go, how can I not trust that my love will carry out his duties to the fullest of his capabilities? Not only that, but he has young soldiers under his command who need his guidance and wisdom.
My Master Sergeant (USAF) is leaving me today, but more importantly, he is leaving a wonderful family - including two beautiful daughters - to serve his country in Iraq. He is very low-key and modest about his dangerous duty, but he carries himself with a quiet strength and dignified confidence that anyone can easily admire.
I have had the priviledge of spending the last few months with my love although he has been on active duty, and we have shared some of the most beautiful moments together. I know in my heart those moments will continue the day he sets foot back on U.S. soil. In the meantime, we have technology (thank goodness!) and the special bond we have created together.
I am so proud of you and please come home safe to your Bagheera!
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Letting me live my life and minding your own damned business
Now that you all know who I am... sorta, you get to hear/read me bitching about shit that pisses me off. Judgmental people are the most ignorant and hypocritical people on the planet. I was recently told that because of my religious beliefs... or lack thereof... that I was wrong and going to hell. Well, since I've already been there once or twice... not too worried about that one. And then I was told that they would pray for my soul... well thanks but no thanks.. my soul belongs to my Bagheera and I'm good with that. I'll believe or not believe what the fuck I want and everyone can get over it. I don't give a shit what you believe as long as you leave me the fuck alone.
Now on to my second point... people nosing into my business... and the business of people very close to me. If you don't actually know me... don't judge me. Also, don't second guess the decisions of the people you consider your friends. It’s insulting and rude. We're educated, intelligent, and most importantly... grown adults. If you're so concerned with what we're doing... talk to all parties involved so you can make an educated decision. Otherwise, mind your own goddamned business. If someone is really worried about who or what myself or anyone else is doing... make an effort to understand.. and don't judge. All we want from our friends and family is your support.
And oh yeah… unless you’ve been there and done that, seen the things I’ve seen and done the things I’ve done… be careful what you say to me. I don’t take kindly to wannabe fuckheads.
Whew..... Now that that's all out.... I must say thank you to A for her kind words. It was really a killer time and everyone loved her. I don’t know what she’s talking about with all the stories about things and places I’ve been and done.. but there were some lies told to be sure ;-)
And yes… rats in a sock is a good way to put things.. I loves my Argenta… That woman put bruises and marks on me in places I don’t remember her getting to… :-S
God help us if we ever live close enough to see each other every day… wow.
Good times....
Now on to my second point... people nosing into my business... and the business of people very close to me. If you don't actually know me... don't judge me. Also, don't second guess the decisions of the people you consider your friends. It’s insulting and rude. We're educated, intelligent, and most importantly... grown adults. If you're so concerned with what we're doing... talk to all parties involved so you can make an educated decision. Otherwise, mind your own goddamned business. If someone is really worried about who or what myself or anyone else is doing... make an effort to understand.. and don't judge. All we want from our friends and family is your support.
And oh yeah… unless you’ve been there and done that, seen the things I’ve seen and done the things I’ve done… be careful what you say to me. I don’t take kindly to wannabe fuckheads.
Whew..... Now that that's all out.... I must say thank you to A for her kind words. It was really a killer time and everyone loved her. I don’t know what she’s talking about with all the stories about things and places I’ve been and done.. but there were some lies told to be sure ;-)
And yes… rats in a sock is a good way to put things.. I loves my Argenta… That woman put bruises and marks on me in places I don’t remember her getting to… :-S
God help us if we ever live close enough to see each other every day… wow.
Good times....
Monday, April 14, 2008
It's My Turn......
My naughty Master Sergeant has been posting sporadically about our adventures, romps & escapades...now it's MY TURN. Ever since our first meeting at Oakland Cemetery (yes...our first DATE, if you will...), we have been churning through the weekends like two rats humping in a wool sock.....Now THAT'S romance for you, ladies & gentlemen.
However, I must get a bit more serious here dear readers. My love will be leaving me soon for yet another tour of duty in Iraq, which will leave me reeling with a sense of loss. I must say that even though he is humble and matter-of-fact about all his past years of service and future service, my MSgt. is truly my hero. After meeting his comrades this weekend at the Desert Warriors Supporters board meeting/cookout (and after hearing numerous tales of D's lewd conduct and many exploits in the nether regions of the world), I learned more about my MSgt.'s true character and amount of respect others have for him. What a wonderful weekend of revelation!
D...I know you are too mean & crusty for anything to happen to you. Just please come back safely to your Bagheera, who will be waiting for you to offer her some cheese...
However, I must get a bit more serious here dear readers. My love will be leaving me soon for yet another tour of duty in Iraq, which will leave me reeling with a sense of loss. I must say that even though he is humble and matter-of-fact about all his past years of service and future service, my MSgt. is truly my hero. After meeting his comrades this weekend at the Desert Warriors Supporters board meeting/cookout (and after hearing numerous tales of D's lewd conduct and many exploits in the nether regions of the world), I learned more about my MSgt.'s true character and amount of respect others have for him. What a wonderful weekend of revelation!
D...I know you are too mean & crusty for anything to happen to you. Just please come back safely to your Bagheera, who will be waiting for you to offer her some cheese...
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Argenta & Joshua
Excerpt….
En Medius Res…
…Argenta stood behind Joshua, studying the dark golden stubble on the back of his head…tracing the juncture of his shoulder and neck with one sensitive fingertip… His skin was slightly damp with sweat, glistening in the amber candlelight. She wanted to taste him - run her tongue along the base of his skull and the tendons and muscles of his neck and back….
“Argenta…what’s taking you so long?” Joshua barked in frustration. “Just get it done!”
Argenta held the razor-sharp knife over the tiny pouch at the base of Joshua’s skull. She swallowed hard, thinking of what he was asking her to do. Jesus! Bastard! Why have ME do this? Why not one of your Hoo-Ahh soldier buddies? Can’t one of them perform this gruesome task? Have a round of shots and make a fucking game of it? Why me?
Joshua’s deep voice brought her back to full attention. “Argenta!”
She felt a flush of anger and something wild and completely unknown to her consume her entire soul… “What?” she snapped.
“Do it, Goddammit! I’m not going to wait any longer! If you don’t-”
“Joshua - this is not easy for me!” Argenta snapped, interrupting him. “But hold still and I’ll do it! If it hurts, it’s not my damn fault!” Tears streamed down her cheek as she passed the silver blade through the candle flame to sterilize the cold metal. She pressed the tip of the blade against the tender flesh of Joshua’s neck…..Something deep inside her caused her to shudder at this ritual act - this violent act….she found herself becoming aroused at what she was about to perform. Argenta lowered her face toward Joshua’s back and gently placed a warm, wet kiss on the patch of flesh that would be brutalized in just a moment. She smiled at the sound of a small groan escaping Joshua’s lips…..
Argenta pressed the tip of the blade into his tender golden flesh…quickly tearing the tissue open with the sharp metal. Joshua hissed with pain, but did not flinch…. He has been through so much pain and suffering in the military…..Argenta thought. And now at my hands…. But she continued….rending the flesh open…tears still streaming down her cheeks…..
“Have you got it?” Joshua gasped.
“Almost…” She continued pushing the blade in until finally! Finally. The tip of the blade hit the bottom side of the small micro-chip….As blood streamed down Joshua’s back, Argenta quickly dug the small device out of his tissue. “Got it!” she said triumphantly……..
At the sight of the blood and the sound of a defeated, pained sigh from Joshua, Argenta leaned down…..allowing her breasts to gently graze his back…then she lapped the blood from his hot skin. Joshua groaned and trembled in his seat, gripping the arms of the chair until his knuckles became white…
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Dedicated to Master Sergeant Weir...my soulmate.
En Medius Res…
…Argenta stood behind Joshua, studying the dark golden stubble on the back of his head…tracing the juncture of his shoulder and neck with one sensitive fingertip… His skin was slightly damp with sweat, glistening in the amber candlelight. She wanted to taste him - run her tongue along the base of his skull and the tendons and muscles of his neck and back….
“Argenta…what’s taking you so long?” Joshua barked in frustration. “Just get it done!”
Argenta held the razor-sharp knife over the tiny pouch at the base of Joshua’s skull. She swallowed hard, thinking of what he was asking her to do. Jesus! Bastard! Why have ME do this? Why not one of your Hoo-Ahh soldier buddies? Can’t one of them perform this gruesome task? Have a round of shots and make a fucking game of it? Why me?
Joshua’s deep voice brought her back to full attention. “Argenta!”
She felt a flush of anger and something wild and completely unknown to her consume her entire soul… “What?” she snapped.
“Do it, Goddammit! I’m not going to wait any longer! If you don’t-”
“Joshua - this is not easy for me!” Argenta snapped, interrupting him. “But hold still and I’ll do it! If it hurts, it’s not my damn fault!” Tears streamed down her cheek as she passed the silver blade through the candle flame to sterilize the cold metal. She pressed the tip of the blade against the tender flesh of Joshua’s neck…..Something deep inside her caused her to shudder at this ritual act - this violent act….she found herself becoming aroused at what she was about to perform. Argenta lowered her face toward Joshua’s back and gently placed a warm, wet kiss on the patch of flesh that would be brutalized in just a moment. She smiled at the sound of a small groan escaping Joshua’s lips…..
Argenta pressed the tip of the blade into his tender golden flesh…quickly tearing the tissue open with the sharp metal. Joshua hissed with pain, but did not flinch…. He has been through so much pain and suffering in the military…..Argenta thought. And now at my hands…. But she continued….rending the flesh open…tears still streaming down her cheeks…..
“Have you got it?” Joshua gasped.
“Almost…” She continued pushing the blade in until finally! Finally. The tip of the blade hit the bottom side of the small micro-chip….As blood streamed down Joshua’s back, Argenta quickly dug the small device out of his tissue. “Got it!” she said triumphantly……..
At the sight of the blood and the sound of a defeated, pained sigh from Joshua, Argenta leaned down…..allowing her breasts to gently graze his back…then she lapped the blood from his hot skin. Joshua groaned and trembled in his seat, gripping the arms of the chair until his knuckles became white…
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Dedicated to Master Sergeant Weir...my soulmate.
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Another kickass weekend
Here I am, wearing my ducky pj's, chatting with Bagheera, listening to "In the Air Tonight", watching Scrubs and reeling from a seriously spectacular weekend.
It all started with a surprise birthday party for my eldest sister. I felt compelled to invite the woman of my dreams to join me. Of course driving all the way up from Brunswick, GA was quite a feat on a Friday afternoon and trying to make it. But we were fashionably late and things went superbly. And it only gets better!
The next day, after a cramped night in Air Force billeting…. We cruised around, hung out then she had to go. And I officially belong to my one and only. Now many of you are wondering who the hell this mystery woman is… a lot of you already know or suspect. But now I can say it. This is the best weekend of my life… I no longer have to hide how crazy I am about this woman.
Bagheera, you’re my devil woman for eternity. My soul belongs to you. Treat it as you will my love. I’m yours.
It all started with a surprise birthday party for my eldest sister. I felt compelled to invite the woman of my dreams to join me. Of course driving all the way up from Brunswick, GA was quite a feat on a Friday afternoon and trying to make it. But we were fashionably late and things went superbly. And it only gets better!
The next day, after a cramped night in Air Force billeting…. We cruised around, hung out then she had to go. And I officially belong to my one and only. Now many of you are wondering who the hell this mystery woman is… a lot of you already know or suspect. But now I can say it. This is the best weekend of my life… I no longer have to hide how crazy I am about this woman.
Bagheera, you’re my devil woman for eternity. My soul belongs to you. Treat it as you will my love. I’m yours.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Drive-by Post
I've been working out and grocery shopping. Yay for me... I thought I would pop in with yet another one of my random drive-by posts before I'm off again. It's obvious that I am in need of serious therapy, but who has time for that when you can be making smarmy blogposts??? If anything here offends you, good. Have fun...
Picture Madness
New to this place so be gentle (well, not that gentle!)
Been asked to show some of my pics from strange countries...... Mostly Scotland and Yes Haggis are real animals!
Top pic;
This was taken at Dusk on what had been a lovely November day out on a Highland Loch, I sat and watched the sun go down whilst listening to nothing other than nature, was very good for the soul
Bottom one;
Bottom one;
This was taken whilst out in my boat on a large Loch in the Scottish Highlands (same one as above) , it was Dawn and fuckin freezing, but when faced with this kind of scenery you cannot really grumble!
will post more at a later date....
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
a weekend to remember..
So the first thing you are probably thinking is "Who the fuck is this?" Well, I'm just a borderline psychotic who has been invited to post on this blog by our good friend Bagheera. Not sure what she was thinking letting me in here but now I am rambling.
St Paddy's day in Savannah and surrounding areas... hmmm. I found myself wandering the streets of Savannah, GA in search of green beer, sushi, and the company of a hot deviant. I found all three and didn't even have to pay for her company. What happened after that.... is kind of a blur but I woke up Monday morning bruised, beaten, cut, violated.... and not in jail. Sounds like the making of a fine weekend to me. Still had all my money and most of my dignity.
Argenta my love, if you're out there... mmmm mmmm mmmmm. That woman drives me insane. We were like rats in heat.....
I officially LOVE St Paddy's in Savannah, GA and highly recommend it to all. It could happen to you... muhahahaha
St Paddy's day in Savannah and surrounding areas... hmmm. I found myself wandering the streets of Savannah, GA in search of green beer, sushi, and the company of a hot deviant. I found all three and didn't even have to pay for her company. What happened after that.... is kind of a blur but I woke up Monday morning bruised, beaten, cut, violated.... and not in jail. Sounds like the making of a fine weekend to me. Still had all my money and most of my dignity.
Argenta my love, if you're out there... mmmm mmmm mmmmm. That woman drives me insane. We were like rats in heat.....
I officially LOVE St Paddy's in Savannah, GA and highly recommend it to all. It could happen to you... muhahahaha
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Something's Gonna Get Broken!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It must be Trent Reznor night....but who feels more angst and aggression than T-Rez & myself? I'm feeling your dark moods tonight, Trent. And my friend RR said your music sounded like "nails on a blackboard".........He just didn't realize what he was getting into with this hellcat.
This vid proves that the roadies better know what the hell they are doing when they set up for NIN shows.........Or else they will experience the wrath of Reznor. Enjoy!
Ganked from Butterfly......
Why am I not Mrs. Andrea Reznor???????????? *cries*
Trent, if I get to meet you in Chicago, I may propose to you.....will you accept??? I want to bear all of your twisted, dark little green-eyed babies with musical genius, okay????
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We all need a little Sun Tzu in our lives....
"Hence that general is skillful in attack whose opponent does not know what to defend; and he is skillful in defense whose opponent does not know what to attack."
"If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him. If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant. If he is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them. If sovereign and subject are in accord, put division between them. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected."
"To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting."
Lastly, and in the forefront of my mind right now:
"The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy, but does not allow the enemy's will to be imposed on him."
There you go my friends.....a little Sun Tzu injection into your daily routine.
"If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him. If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant. If he is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them. If sovereign and subject are in accord, put division between them. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected."
"To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting."
Lastly, and in the forefront of my mind right now:
"The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy, but does not allow the enemy's will to be imposed on him."
There you go my friends.....a little Sun Tzu injection into your daily routine.
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Sunday, March 9, 2008
All or Nothing Pit Bull Rescue
Brandon Bond is a well-known Atlanta tattoo artist who own three "All or Nothing Tattoo" locations. He has gained quite a bit of notariety in the Southeast for his artistic talent and business savvy. However, the characteristic that makes him stand apart from most people is his absolute compassion and devotion to rescuing pit bulls. The above video depicts his rescue of a baby red-nosed pit girl who was only minutes away from euthanasia. She will definitely have a better life thanks to Brandon.
Brandon also gained fame for rescuing several of the Michael Vick pit bulls that were deemed "unadoptable" by some animal welfare organizations. Brandon has been rescuing pitties for 12 years and typically does not take donations. He has become one of my new heroes, for certain!
***Please watch the video all the way to the very end for a little "surprise"...***
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