I thought I’d take a few minutes to blog before I headed back out into the mess they call weather. Seriously, what is with this snow already. Is the state literally trying to make me leave or just wanting to leave me with a lasting impression of exactly what snow looks like. Either way… I’m gonna miss it, but, that’s what mountains are for. Snow should only be seen on my terms, like on ski hills!! LOL!
Let’s see moving backwards over the last few days…
I watched SAW for the first time last night. It was crazy. I mean, I was anticipating this gorey thriller, above and beyond the Freddy movies and all I really got was an intriguing storyline with mostly bad acting… no matter the actor, famous or otherwise. I distinctly remember thinking on multiple occassions, “I’ve seen all I need to see of this, I can go to bed now.” I mean… I wanted nightmares! What is people’s fascination with this movie? The last 30 seconds, no matter how good the spin around, does not a good movie make!
And there are four more?? I’m sorry, but you can rarely go anywhere but down after the first one. The whole point to a scary movie is to be freaked out by the “new villain”. If you know who to expect and you know the modus operandi, there isn’t much left to keep ya on the edge of your seat, is there? Unless you are a special effects affecionado, which I thankfully am, you’re really gonna be bored.
Now the decision is… do I watch II, III, and IV, which I have in my hands now, or do I just say, “To the heck with it.” and send them all back to Netflix so I can get into some other movies I’ve been cheesing to see again, like “Fight Club”, “Poltergeist”, and “The Thin Red Line”?
But, on to other subjects…
This one is for you Dawg.
A few nights ago I happened to be listening to the police scanner. An officer had been dispatched out to look for a subject causing a disturbance in a particular area of the city. She hadn’t been ablt to locate the subject and was calling back into dispatch. Let me paraphrase to the best of my memory the conversation.
The officer calling in…
“Attempt to Locate a white male, 5′ 8″, 150 lbs, black hat, black jacket, black pants. If there’s another report of a problem in this area, it’s probably my guy”
Dispatch responds…
“Ninja, Can’t find him… Got it!”
Oh my God did I LAUGH!!! Who says dispatchers can’t be funny!?
Meanwhile, plans are still moving forward on the whole new job, relocation effort. I’m still scared as hell, but I also can’t wait. Last night I was driving and I opened up the visor on the sun roof and looked out and imagined seeing stars. I’ve always heard seeing the stars in the desert are the most beautiful thing. I can’t wait to test that out for myself.
I also imagined not having to wash salt off my car anymore… or shovel snow (not that I do that now) or scrape ice off my windshield… etc.
I know there are things I will miss. There’s not alot of corn fields, or dairy cows. I won’t smell fresh cut hay, or see the leaves turn colors in the fall. Things will be different, but, that’s what visits are for, not to mention memories. The most important thing in life is happiness, and truthfully that is all internal. This is a new opportunity, a new start. I’m not running away from things here, but continuing to find myself. Does it require a move? Not necessarily? But it does mean going after my dreams… and keeping the ones I already have with me. A careful balancing act. Baby steps in the right direction, choosing what to let go, and what to hold close.
Isn’t it funny. I think about the challenges, the pressure, the stress, the anxiety… and I smile! Because somewhere in my screwed up mind I know that makes me happy. I want to create a life that is on the go, eyes wide open, smiles and laughing, comfort and love… and I want a career that provides the stimulation that I need to keep me always guessing, always waiting and watching whats coming next and at the same time dealing with whats already in my lap. There is no doubt someday I will get sick of it. Then, and only then, will my heart and mind be satisfied to lay down and rest. Until then… I was raised in chaos and that is where I thrive.
BUT…. I have learned. I can create a place for myself, a stable environment. One of comfort, one of caring, one of peace. I have been shown that is possible… and then the rest of my life can scurry and buck, be crazy and chaotic, because I can go back to my home, my sanctuary… and there take refuge. I can satisfy both sides… the little girl that never grew up, that is still scared, that can’t always cope….and the wild woman that never says no to a challenge, that won’t back down, that is NEVER scared.
Lastly, before I go… I want to remark on a conversation I had last night. I have a friend. He has been my friend for over twenty years even though we’ve been separated by hundreds of miles for 90% of that. For a long while I thought he was that person that may have been the one that got away. Life separated us, but, intellectually and in personality we were suited so well. I only wondered though… because there was no spark. If there was a spark… my life covered it, or my frazeled adolescent brain missed it. There isn’t a spark now, although the friendship is still there, and I never want him to forget that he is my friend. We are still friends, I love him like a brother, and there are times I miss him and worse yet there are times when I forget what brought us together as friends because it has been so long since we’ve talked. He’s been there in my life, time and time again. Remember calling me Shakespeare, and me writing you letters listing out the menagerie on the farm?
Although we’ve missed out on each other’s lives, and we haven’t always been there when the other needed… we still remain friends.
I would like to cultivate that friendship, but I’ve had some difficulties this year with men. What’s the worst thing about getting along with men, and having them as your friends??? They’re men!!! What’s the best thing?? Ya, that’s right, they’re MEN!
I can have only one romantic interest in my life, and I have that. In that area I am not wanting and it can only hurt me as a person, when one tries to be part of my life in that way. If you want to be my friend, then… lets call a spade a spade… be that. I have lots of room in my life for friends. But, there is to be no cajoling, no pressuring, no manipulating… I am stubborn and I know what I want, and I have it. There will be no changing my mind or wearing down my will. If anyone that wants to be my friend can dispense with that garbage, then… friends we can be. You want to pay me a compliment, so be it… but I swear… if one more guy masquerades as my friend just to get in my pants, I’m gonna write the whole lot of you off!!!
That last little rant is not directed at any one person in particular, but if you think I’m talking about you… well…
OK.. Geez… I was just gonna sit down for a second. I guess breakfast is gonna have to wait till tomorrow. What should I have for lunch?
OH, BDL… Girl, I wish I could say I love the bed. I’ve slept on it twice and both nights tossed and turned and had nightmares all night! LOL!! I’m not gonna say its the bed… not yet.
Colleen… I hope you’re feeling better today.
Kel… can’t wait to see you and the family. You all are still crazy for playing this time of year.
Sis!!! I love you!! I cant wait to see you. I’m looking forward to our weekend soooo much!!! You’re the greatest, thank you for being my friend!!!!




