Finaly! It's Thanksgivikkuh today. Do you know how long I've been waiting to get the Thanksgivikkuh decorations out of storage and light up the tall turkey in the middle!?
"Drink up. Let's Boo-Boo." - The World's End. Some of lines in that movie will be quoted by me, in public, every chance I get, even if out of context.
I just hear the song "why do birds suddenly appear, every time, you are near?" Okay, I suppose some secrets can't stay secret forever and since people been pondering that age-old philosophical question for many years now...I'll just be the one to spill the beans.
The answer is: because my hair looks like a nest and I'm a little sensitive about it so just do me a solid and ignore all the birds. It's normal for that to happen and that's the story your going to stick with. (actually, that song has nothing to do with me, in any way, what-so-ever).
May the toilet paper not stick to the bottom of your shoe and may Santa's sleigh be big enough to bring us all World Peace this year. Stop by any time Santa. I always have milk on hand and sometimes sleep with clothes on.
I can handle it if you can boys. ;-0
I’ve set aside some time to work on editing out the, how shall I put this – “bullshit” that was written in my blog over the last year. There weren’t many posts that weren’t mine and since my twitter account was shut-down by me, for many reasons – there’s not much to do on that count. There’s a security system I’ve put in place called “Phoenix Fire Security Systems”. That security system is something I created to make absolutely sure something like that never repeats itself again. It’s not for sale, but it covers more than just me and my own personal blog.
I had to get a few “cease and desist” orders sent out as well, but that was basically just a safety precaution. I’m doing fairly well and have been spending some time catching up on all the ice hockey goodness. I certainly hope Vinny LeCavalier adjusts to being a Flyer. I’ll miss seeing him with the Lightning. And, yes of course, I’ll also miss seeing “Stinky Cheese” Briere as a Flyer. Welcome to the Devils Cory Schneider! I didn’t see that one coming! Well, things change and I’m sure he’ll learn a lot from “Smarty” Marty Brodeur. Still, a bit sad to see Moose Hedberg leave the New Jersey Devils. All the best to you Moose.
I hope all of you are doing well and living and loving and all that good stuff. I wasn’t what some might call “happy” that some particular (insert hockey language here) interjected your thoughts into my personal blog. It is known who did what though, so quite frankly, all that really happened was YOU alerting “Phoenix Fire Security Systems” to the exact source of the problem, so all is well.
It’s not a wise idea to mess with an American, hockey loving woman. It makes my friends a little angry. Regardless, Let it now be known that those responsible for the situation have either become aware that it was a bad idea or, as you read these words, are now becoming aware it was a bad idea. What can I say – I’m not quite defenseless. And now you who, perhaps thought otherwise, know. It’s one of those “good to know” situations.
As for all those musical types, I’ve been working on some making some more of my own music for a couple of years. I’ve been taking time to recover from the loss of my immediate family. There have been some family estate issues that need resolution and after having to clean out the family house a few months ago, it’s been a bit difficult for me. I miss them and three of us were (I still am) “shutterbugs” and photography enthusiasts. Needless to say, there were thousands upon thousands of photos to sort through. I’m doing much better with all of that, but it’s taking time. It’s the only reason I haven’t moved to the Tampa Bay Area so I can #BeTheThunder live and in person. The estate is a mess, but it’s getting better. My point is, I’ll be sharing some new music of my own soon. Not sure exactly when that will happen, but my goal is to get that accomplished before the hockey season begins. I really did only have $2 to name (that was mentioned in a previous blog post and in fact true), so between dealing with the family estate mess and doing some independent contractor work I can’t discuss here, it’s been slow going, but steady nonetheless. Me health seems to be improving slowly but surely as well. I know my dentist is going to be able to afford a new car when he’s finished “fixing my grill”. I really was starting to look like a hockey player. I like my teeth and want to keep what I got, but the chips and broken tooth wasn’t bothering me for any vanity reasons. I simply saw it as, hey, I’m poor – life can beat the shit out ya sometimes and I love hockey so much my teeth were even making that statement. Yup, hockey loves my teeth too!
I still need some recording equipment and need to learn how to use new recording software, so I suppose it’ll just happen when it happens.
I ask that any who did get all up in business, perhaps because you thought you were helping, simply know that it’s being handled and I’m a hockey fan. It’s just a little “ouchie”. (You know what I mean hockey fans). There was a situation, having little or nothing to do with me and I happened to be prepared for that situation, so no worries.
To all of you out there who do what you do for team love and to keep us all feeling the love – ROCK ON!
As usual, goalies – always with you. #MindYourNets and watch your heads – you need them! and for the fellas, I do mean both heads ;-)
I’ll be making sure my other blog is archived on this blog before I do much to adjust the theme and appearance of this blog, but the basic set-up is already here. Obviously I needed to change the background to blue and make sure the Lightning links were there and working. They are and all things considered, the plan is shaping up nicley.
BRITTANY MCPHERSON - GO GOALIE GIRL GO!!! THAT’S WHAT I’m TALKING ABOUT!! #GoaliesRule (Not doing links in posts right now while “Phoenix Fire” does it’s work and while I’m editing the content that wasn’t mine (or permitted by me), so take the time to look-up the name Brittany McPherson, goalie, girl – AWESOME!
Peace – Mia (yup, still at email@example.com)
Hello out there. Yes, I realize certain posts over the last year may not entirely reflect my thoughts (mine as in, Mia, the originator of this blog). That’s all being worked out, but please do keep in mind that 1) I haven’t gone absolutely over-the-top nutso and 2) Until I’m sure I’ve gone through everything and made sure I’ve edited out what isn’t mine on this and my other blog, it’s best to take some of the rest with a grain of salt, so to speak. I’ll be sure to state in a future post when I’m sure all the appropriate corrections have been made.
Moving on… yes, I’m still with you Tampa Bay Lightning. I had to basically skip last partial NHL season. Life happens and as it happens, that’s a good thing. I’ll be working on catching up with all the NHL goodness over the Summer. I’m also looking forward to moving to the Tampa Bay area so I can #BeTheThunder in person. As of today, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it before or by the start of the NHL season, but I’ll have the ability to get NHL Center Ice, so I won’t miss any Bolts games either way.
Let’s see, over the last year many things have happened. To keep an “interesting” story short and as a reminder of something I wrote on my former twitter account (@creasesinger), “Nice Mia never really goes anywhere. No worries”, I’m doing fairly well all things considered. NIce MIa, who is actually just plain Mia, is indeed all present and accounted for and very thankful for all those full-fledged members of Team Love.
The reason “Nice Mia” needed to take a bit of a back seat and full on Beast Mode Mia had to, let’s say, emerge with a certain amount of passion should be very clear to some. For those who do need some sort of explanation, I’ll gladly help out with that. When it comes to ice hockey and especially when it comes to children who attend ice hockey games and could grow up to be passionate lovers of the sport I love (well, we who love hockey are all included here), well, warrior bitch just pops up. As I stated in previous posts from last year on this very blog, it’s one thing when adults act a certain way, it is entirely another thing when those adults seeminglye completely forget that children exist. At no time will any of you, no matter your name or station in this Universe or any other, ever receive anything remotely close to an apology for my response to a particular NHL hockey game that occurred on January 13, 2012. Tampa Bay was the better team on ice, despite who got the points for that game and none of you were able to diminish my joy and happiness in being present at the Verizon Center to #BeTheThunder for my hockey team. That’s what good hockey fans do and that’s not going to change as far as I’m concerned. I’d do it again if that scenario should ever come to light. Let’s concentrate on letting that be the past though and simply get the clarity here in my words to inform any who may happen by this blog and take the time to read that I’ll be a passionate lover of the sport of ice hockey until my very last dying breath and I’ve moved on fully to supporting the Tampa Bay Lightning through thick and thin until my last dying breath or until the Lightning are no longer an NHL franchise. I’d like them to be an NHL franchise for all eternity, so I’ll vibe on that thought.
As for the Washington Capitals, I do still love the Caps. I mean, they are an ice hockey team, so by simple love of the sport, they’re in by default in my mind. I’m also still sticking with the notion that if the Caps ever do win a Stanley Cup and I’m alive to experience it, I will indeed likely be all teary eyed and happy for them, for all the fans and for the entire geographic area. I haven’t backed down off of that either. Of course, if it should ever happen that the Caps and the Lightning somehow competed against each other for the Stanley Cup, well, all those in the Washington Capitals camp now have it on record ahead of time – I’m gonna vibe the hockey love all over the Bolts and good luck to ya there Caps – you’ll be needing it.
I’ve had a few detours over the last year. All necessary as I understand it. There was a visit to Montana. There was an emergency dental visit in Missoula Montana. I’d like to thank Missoula General Dentistry for taking such good care of me spur of the moment and recommend Missoula General Dentistry to all in Missoula or any who may wind up in Missoula or the area with a dental emergency. Then there was the drive through Idaho into Washington State to “The Gorge” to experience 3 days of outdoor “Phish”. There were not-so-good times, but in the grand scheme of things – it was a good time, despite the slightly urgent need to quickly avoid heat stroke.
Of course, the hockey fans will relate when I mention that the 1st vehicle break down on the drive to “The Gorge”, or rather, the 1st time the vehicle needed a little “rest” on the trip happened in Ritzville where I say a sign indicating that “Tri-Cities” was a certain distance away and in my often hockey oriented mind, I had a good knowing smile to myself while thinking, “Hey, I’m not far away from the ‘Tri-City Americans’”. Yup, there’s not much I can’t relate to hockey in some way and I’m perfectly okay if anyone thinks I’m “weird” that way. Perfectly okay with that for sure.
I hope all of you are doing well. I certainly appreciate certain friends and assistance, as usual and very much aware of how awesome many of you truly are and shall always be.
Oh and no pressure or anything John Mayer and Phillip (singular and plural), but I’m slated to partake in your live music in Bristow, Va at the end of the month, so ya know – may you have a great show and may you both be totally on your A-game.
That’s pretty much the excitement of my life and I currently have no expectation or time frame as to when I’ll be a resident of the Tampa Bay area, but know that it will be before December 31st. There are a few things that are not in my control at this moment in terms of that and quite frankly that too is perfectly okay with me. Two concerts and the possibility of live hockey if things work out as they should is a pretty good year for me personally.
I’ve been focused on music more than hockey for various reasons and that, at the moment is still the case. The NHL season won’t be a focus for me until mid-September (or until, well something else happens – but I’ll leave that be for now).
Goalies, keepers, net defenders, guardian types – I LOVE YA AND AM ALWAYS WITH YOU IN SPIRIT – ALWAYS.
So here’s to you Team Love and all the big and little things you do. #LoversGonnaLove
GUITARS – WELL YEAH FOR GUITARS!
Peace – mia – thanks.
There have been some people in my life who have called me their personal hero and/or an angel. Those things are very flattering and it does make me feel good if I’ve made a difference in someone’s life. The problem with being thought of as “hero” or an “angel” is that sort of thinking tends to give the impression that a “hero/angel” doesn’t need to be saved. I’m not a hero, because I need to be rescued. I Seriously just plain need to be rescued. I fell down went boom a long time ago. There have been kind people who’ve contacted me to offer me encouragement, prayed for me, sent vibes to the Universe for me, helped me a little with money and all sorts of good stuff. Those things are appreciated and there should be no doubt about that.
From my perspective, however, sometimes I feel like people are really saying, “Wow, bravo for taking such a beating so well.” I wouldn’t wish my life on my worst enemy. I didn’t take the beating anywhere near as well as most might believe. I, therefore, am not a “hero” or an “angel”. I’ve been trying to recover from so much, there just isn’t any reality in thinking that I haven’t been beaten into the ground so badly at this point that I can barely even find the strength or will to get out of bed. These days, I hardly care if I live.
I needed a Dr. Phil-sized rescue about a year ago. Okay, probably long before then actually.
I’m no hero. I’m one little person who couldn’t handle almost any of things that have happened in my life, so no more thinking I’m an angel out there okay. Encouraging words simply won’t stop my ship from sinking, because my ship has been at the bottom of the proverbial ocean for quite some time.
There is a lot of content on this blog that will be removed at some point. I almost deleted all the content on both blogs this morning, but for right now, I won’t do something that rash. I crashed and burned and have needed a hero for several years, so the state of my blogs aren’t my primary concern anymore. That may change, but for now, I’m just good with having the strenght to get out of bed and eat my single, daily peanut and jelly sandwich.
I suppose reading all that is a harsh reality and I probably just smacked you (the reader – who as always, I appreciate) right in the face with blunt truth. I once wrote in a blog post a few years ago that I didn’t need a man, but I wanted one. Turns out, I was wrong about that. I actually need a man too. I’ve been denying it for some reason, but all I’ve really been doing for several years is searching for the man I’m supposed to be with. Perhaps the term “soul mate” could be used, if you like. Not sure what to call it, but yep, I’m not anything even close to a hero or an angel; I’m just a woman who needs a hero.
For now, I’m still on the “Team Love”, but I’m getting my ass kicked all over the place. No doubt about it. Maybe I’ve been doing my JOB (as in biblical character)? Mercy! Yipes.
I have no idea when I’ll blog next or how the blog will change, but for now, if you got a prayer or a “universal vibe” for me, I’m grateful for the thoughts. Or, if you’re a hero – S.O.S. (dot, dot, dot, dash – dash, dot, dot, dot) – WOMAN DOWN! WOMAN DOWN!
peace – mia – firstname.lastname@example.org
Dr. Phil!?, Oprah!?, Hockey Gods!?, Guitar Gods!?, anyone, anyone – Bueler…Bueler…Beuler
I’m glad the NHL lockout is over for my hockey friends out there and I’m sure you’ll understand why that news isn’t what this post about. I’m sunk, so my happiness for the return of hockey is in limited supply right now.
Have a safe and happy rest of your 2012. Good-bye Maryland. Last re-start…and I’m not doing it alone. Time to go home.
peace – mia – singingfromthecrease@gmail No need to be shy with me.
“Ghosts of Conversations Future”
“This will all make perfect sense one day”;
Something you would typically say.
And soon, I’ve no doubt, you will see,
A self-produced CD is our commonality.
It’s each other we need,
Because your muscle picked-up too much speed.
It had to be done, even if on the run.
I’m the key to not doing it to yourself again,
So remember the letter “M”;
The begining of your last,
And today only, in familiar contrast,
Also the beginning of my first.
Our lives as seen apart,
(Let’s be honest from the start);
Make the word “coincidence” seem,
As though it only exists in an unreal dream.
Mathematical odds cannot explain by chance alone,
Why our lives are so intertwined, even if we, to each other, are still unknown.
That will change;
So will your definition of “strange”.
Your voice is returned,
And it wasn’t me you burned.
I’m still okay,
And ready to go away.
So thanks for lending me your hands.
I know your the only one who understands.
My work ends in a different place;
But I don’t know if with the same face.
I don’t need to roam.
I’m glad it’ll be you that takes me home.
All because of you.
Pick-up your guitar everyday;
It keeps the doctor away.
It’s my thing.
Peace – Mia – email@example.com
December 15, 2012
Since my value as an employee has shown to be of no use to those who need an actual good employee and since I have some time on my hands, I decided to not wonder what kind of blockhead people won’t hire such an outstanding person like me to work for them and play my guitar and do some creative things.
So here’s some verse I wrote this morning while listening to the news about about yet another school shooting (my thoughts are with you Connecticut)….
Built To Last
Some tracks can’t be covered.
Eventually they all get discovered.
Today is the day.
We’ll see the bridges you burned away.
Take your shot; I mean why not?
Right now, words are all you’ve got.
Just an e-mail gets it done.
It could be me that you won.
Waste your chance,
You may not get a second glance.
True love waits, not forever though,
As it comes to me, so ends your show.
It’s not about control,
Or even how you roll;
It’s only that you make your move.
What exactly are you trying to prove?
I didn’t pack my bags full of things from the past.
My kind of love is built to last.
It’s not something fake,
Or something you can take.
It’s time to go.
I thought you should know.
I write a lot. Most doesn’t make a “public appearance”, and often goes to the “circular file”. I’m personally “hockeyless” at the moment, so now I sings songs to the walls and postulate humorous reasons why only set of my twin-toes grew apart, while on the other foot, they haven’t. Some have mentioned to me that I rhyme a lot. Technically speaking, I don’t. The things I share though do seem to be more of the “rhyming” variety, so I won’t argue the point.
I know what I want for Christmas and I’m going to get it too. Make sure you check that list twice Santa! I’m so ready for my gift (no tree to put it under, but if it helps, I’ll put a string of lights around me, paint myself green and hold my arms out like a tree-I’m rather accommodating like that – wink, wink).
I still have a little time to decide if I want to return to my twitter account for those who asked. The whole “I’m poorer than the poorest dirt ever to be deemed dirt”, so tweeting is the very least of my concerns. Things change all the time, so ya never know.
Peace – mia firstname.lastname@example.org
December 10, 2012
For many of us out in the world, whichever “world” it may be at the present time, this particular year has been far more than “interesting”. Some took journeys so unexpected, it likely still hasn’t sunk in completely with all parts of their personal “whole”.
Some of us changed physical addresses (not something unusual for me, but very tiresome at this point), while some stayed at the same physical address, but on some level, still travelled far and wide. It has, and still is on a few levels I suppose, one very fast-paced exploration of many unknowns for plenty of us this year. The unexpected for a small group were actually “expected” in the sense that when one has no expectations, one can therefore “expect” that each day (in some cases hours) will be as it happens when it happens. As difficult as it may seem for some to understand the concept of “expect nothing but the unexpected,” because that is an actual “expectation”, it can be more simply worded for less confusion. If one thinks of it more like “be aware that unexpected things can happen,” it may a bit more clear.
Personally, for me, I had a “sense” this year would be difficult, but far less so than some previous years in my 40 years on Earth. In many ways that has been the case. In other ways, perhaps on a few levels, it’s been far more of a struggle than I could have imagined. Given the experiences of my life, I do accept the “unexpected” based on the sentiment expressed in the last paragraph. It’s also as truthful a statement I can make in the person that I wasn’t alone (not in the physical or otherwise), hence I personally couldn’t have imagined certain things in my own head that could affect me alone. We, yes all of us, are not really alone are we? With only a small amount of thought, we have only one true answer to that: “No”. That answer, “No”, applies both in the physical and otherwise.
In human terms, we share living spaces, roadways, information, thoughts, ideas, clothes, love, music, art, etc. No matter how far removed from computers, even electricity, some people on Earth exist to this very day, there is sharing of resources in some way or another. I don’t personally know a human individual who sits physically alone all day, every day, in total solitude never having ever seen another human, but if an individual or perhaps more than one lives somewhere on Earth, it is true all the way through that he/she still shares life with trees and other animals. We are not truly alone just on that single level of thinking by itself.
Multi-level thinking is something that most humans do naturally these days, so it should also stand to reason that we are not alone on at least a couple of other levels as well. To keep things as simple as possible using the English language, I will address only single levels at time in this post to best of my current ability. Please do keep in mind that I always encourage other perspectives and points of view in the comment section or via e-mail for the purpose of open communication and clarity. Often times we as expressive beings, misunderstand something we read or interpret words we hear in ways that aren’t how they were formulated, written or spoken by those who wrote them or spoke them. This happens and it is of utmost importance for all of us to acknowledge this as a natural part of good communication and to always be aware of this when we interact physically and verbally with other human beings.
There are many, many, many different human languages. Within those languages are various different dialects and mannerisms that come from a wide assortment of places and become a part of how each and every human communicates. If we think about even just one “language” like “sign language”; there are several different versions (dialects if you will) of a language of the hands used to communicate with those who cannot hear spoken words very well if at all.
There are languages that have been in human existence that are no longer used by any of us as a means of communication. No matter where we are on Earth, we all know there are slight differences and English is a good example, especially when spoken. There are different words used in different geographical parts of the United States alone for carbonated beverages like “Coke” or “Pepsi”. Some call these types of drinks “soda”, while some call it “pop.” Some people will say they are going to “pahk the cah in the yahd” (park the car in the yard), while others will say “change the earl in that there truck” (“earl” meaning “oil”).
There are some humans (perhaps other “non-humans” as well) “mathematicians” and/or “physicists” who staunchly believe that “numbers” are the “universal” language. I can only agree to a certain extent with that rather pervasive thought however, because sound, especially in the form of “music”, is more likely the “universal language” than anything else isn’t it. Many humans spend a lot of their lives pondering things like “string theory” at the exact same time other humans are simultaneously pondering things like “music theory”. Those two concepts are in no way independent of each other are they? No. There is a very strong correlation between the two ideas in that sound waves produced via a musical instrument, very much including a single human voice, and put in a specific order to produce a “string of sounds” that travel via waves to receptors that then “hear” a “song/composition.” Waves consist of what? Particles. That’s why those humans who have ear damage and are termed “deaf” can still “feel music”. They feel the particles that vibrate within the sound waves with the perceptive systems they have that do function quite well as receptors. Sound can very much be “felt” can’t it? It can be organized in a specific order of vibrating particles that travel in waves strung together on many levels to have a “multi-dimensional” and “cohesive” structure. Doesn’t that seem very similar to concepts in “theoretical physics” of “string theory”? For those who spend their time contemplating such things, it is true they are extremely similar on certain levels and would be very hard to argue otherwise on those specific levels. There is music in mathematics and mathematics in music.
My intention was not to be “deep” or “erudite” in this post, so I’ll finish this post in plain, simple terms. We humans, no matter how different we may seem on the outside or how many different forms of expressive communication we use are ALL on the same planet. Planet Earth is in a “solar system”. There are other planets aren’t there. It is far, far , far more likely that we are NOT alone in this “Universe” or “Galaxy” than it is that we are alone. Regardless, it is we humans who LIVE on Earth, so we (as in the majority it would seem) naturally focus and concentrate on what we know, see, feel, touch, taste and have the perceptive systems to, well, “perceive.” This really is a natural part of the “human condition” and by no means should be seen as something intentionally hurtful or a disregard for the actual origin of how all of everything was created.
All of this “came to be” somehow and there have been so many different theories put out into the information systems of “mankind” over “human history” in terms of how humans have generally thought of “time” that it truly has become far too difficult for almost any human to sort through all of that with their own perceptive systems and try to understand how to survive a human day, let alone have total faith and trust in one, single creator. Most humans have to worry about food, their families, how to get clean water, and a gigantic load of other worldly things, so if we as humans on this Earth have not given appropriate attention to a “God” or “Gods” or originators of all the things we often think of as the “heavens” or “sky”, we have circumstances as humans on Earth that have made it extremely hard to have that sort of thing on our minds. There are about 7 Billion humans and that is A LOT for one single planet. I’m sure something greater than the whole of what mankind understands has an awareness of that at this point. That one is definitely out of my hands and in no way will I make any sort of speculation about it in this format for any reason.
There is nothing left for me to say or do anymore other than listen to the radio, try to find a way to get some gas money and find food somehow. On at least one or two levels, I’m still “working”, even if that particular “work” doesn’t translate to a physical paycheck (which it should and that is the stone, cold truth of the matter for sure). I have a basic roof over my head right now, but soon won’t have a vehicle. I don’t have conversation with many people these days either. It’s not that I am against that at all or avoiding conversation, it’s simply that many around me (yes, I’m still in Harford County, MD) are very set in their ways and seem to get upset about the way other people in the world live their lives. Having conversation with the person who is providing me shelter seems one-sided, so the word “conversation” is more like me listening, rather than contributing. I’m still as much in love with ice hockey as I have been, but can certainly go without, as I have before, if that’s the way things are going right now. I don’t watch TV or have access to the internet other than maybe once a day and my cell phone is no longer an option for communication.
I still love music just as much as I always have as well. There are some things about me, personally, that just won’t change no matter what happens. Otherwise, I am grateful for the ability to adjust to situational circumstances, temporary or otherwise. I have a guitar still and my voice, so I can make my own music at the very least. I also know what good love is and yup, I’m still one of those “good women” and if there’s any doubt about that, all anyone ever had to do was come talk to me with some tolerance and understanding in the person, face to face. It’s always been just that simple. I still believe in the “I got your back” kind of love too. That also hasn’t changed.
Any person who communicates the following sentiments to me at this point will be completely ignored probably, so be aware: “I’ve never heard of that!” (most often that is accompanied by a look and/or statement indicating that since that particular person hasn’t heard of something it simply cannot be true. That translates to me as “I, one person, know everything so if “I” haven’t heard of something, it simply cannot be. I think that’s particularly arrogant and don’t mind expressing how I feel about that situation.) “You’re weird.” (I should probably just wear a t-shirt that reads “Yes, someone’s dictionary or book defines some people as weird; but not mine”). “Did you even try…” (Suggested course of action for any person that says that to me is – back away slowly. Don’t make any sudden movements. Go back to where you live. Examine your own life and be grateful you have what you have, instead of making the rather un-wise decision to assume others don’t try – ESPECIALLY the like of me. I express this openly as a kind reminder to others and for any particular person who might read this one day and actually care how I feel about it (also not impossible by-the-way).
Love is worth sharing with another and if these are the last words I ever type, I am very glad I had the chance to type them and share them. Also, I’d like to mention that I didn’t run and hide, so I can personally be at peace with that as well. I am Mia. Who are you?
If I could talk to President Obama face to face, I’d tell him that single, currently unmarried citizens in his country who do not have children are human beings who have life and if their families are deceased for whatever reason, you have ZERO right to deny them healthcare, social services or resources you focus on only families. I would tell Gov. O’Malley the same. If the United States government can’t handle that, then perhaps a government and/or private non-profit should be established RIGHT NOW – TODAY, and immediate outreach to get those resources to such individuals should be disseminated by whatever means necessary. You’re the one who “punted the football” Mr. President, so considering the assistance you got with said “football”, it is the very least you and other humans can do for each other.
When an opportunity to get it right all the way through presents itself, even a simple man can get the picture. We help each other – that’s how it works.
Love, it’s a beautiful thing, so what are you waiting for?
(Oh, and I actually do want to have sex again, yes, in the physical, before I go, so as you can imagine, I’m am so totally going to make sure that happens sometime very, very soon. I know what safe sex is even if I haven’t actually had sex since 2008 (yeah – you read that right) Hey, no hockey, no money AND I’ve been pummeled ruthlessly by things most of you wouldn’t even want to understand, so if I really am going out like that, I’m going to get some before I go, that’s for sure. I’m human ya know. Of course, there is the whole “I’m a bit “front-loaded” in the mid-section situation that very likely requires some attention from someone other than me, shall I say, because IT’S NECESSARY NOW! I’m very likely going to find a way to smoke some marijuana too. All the medical doctors can talk about the dangers of pot all they want, but I’ve read some JAMA articles too and know how to use a library as well. I also didn’t have a sleep disorder when I did smoke pot on a regular, very moderate daily basis either. And no, I won’t be paying back my school loans U.S. Department of Education – if college degrees don’t even help a person get a job a restaurant, the loan was a bad decision on your part wasn’t it. It’s not even worth the dead trees in the form of paper, administrative cost and human resources to keep sending me mail about it anymore. No, I do not believe I am above any law, rather the opposite. I’m one human and I think there are more important things for law enforcement types and large government organizations to focus on these days aren’t there. I am not alone on that one. No doubt.)
Thanks for the music – it’s always been there for me and it’s the reason I love the way I do. To those who protect life, in whatever ways you do, thank you. For anyone who understands this statement, I put here so you’d know: It’s not necessary to distract me if that’s what you’re doing. It may in fact, be working against you a little.