I meant to blog about normal stuff, personal stuff.  I really did.  But it didn't work out that way.
I like reading other people's blogs too much! 

Here is some juice...

I am interested in politics, I always have been.  I'm assuming anyways since I learned the word "communist" before I can remember.  My family have always been involved in politics, military, etc.

I could never be a politician because I refuse to kiss any ass.  I am me.  I do what I do.  Always have.
 
If I stop, please someone just shoot me.

I like to just put up ideas for people to ponder.  I use links sometimes, but my aim is for you to look and form your own opinion.  You will be the one walking around with it.  I respect that.  Don't make me give you your opinion.  Unfortunately, sometimes my cryptic ramblings confuse people. 

I have found that people who aren't interested do not bother.  That is ok with me.  I will not turn you into my sheep though. 

If you have a question, please ask.  It cuts down on misunderstandings. 

Some things in this world suck.  I try to find something funny about it to keep us from frustration.

I have cats.  Right now I hate them.  Why?  Because they really do dictate what everyone does.  Why I keep saving those furry little bastards, I'll never know.  I guess I love them.

Love.  Can you really love anything without also hating it?  I think not.

I have probably worked more hours than most other people my age.  Child labor and family business will instill that into you.  Maybe not.  It did me.

Anything horrendous that has happened to me, I learned from.  It may have taken awhile, but thank you all of you sick fucks for the strength.  I know it probably hurts, but it's true.

I love music.  It soothes the soul.

I love living on the road, the complete chaos of never knowing where the hell you are or what you are walking into excites me.  It sucks sometimes.  But home kills my spirit after awhile.  Chaos keeps my mind off of crap that doesn't pay me.

My home is not really home, obviously.

I have lost many friends lately.  Close ones.

My biggest personal heroes are my Grandparents, Dad, 2 uncles, my husband and a close friend Travis.  All of them dead except 4.
They support my absolute craziness, even when they do not agree with it.

I am not racist, and I do walk into dangerous situations.  I can stand and be afraid of something abstract, or I can live and experience.  I choose to experience and I am glad I do.
The best experiences of my life were quite dangerous. 

My mom, just as she called me a communist, also is amazed because I don't have a racist bone in my body.  I find people in general give their own individual reasons not to like them.  That is all I need to know. 

I HATE generalizations.    

Hate wastes time and hurts no one but you.

I could write about idiots all day long.  We all know they are out there.  I probably will anyways.

If you're sad, I'll make you laugh, or try to, even for just a second.  Whether I feel like it or not.  It's important to me.

I believe all organized religions are the "devil".  I have found that there are few who actually live by their "word".  Hats off to you if you do.  The rest are usually judgMENTAL assholes.

I do not allow people to knock on my door to sell me shit, magazines or religion, without experiencing the wrath of their own god...be it money, or god.  Which I find to be basically the same thing.  RESPECT.

I like to read.

My eyes are often all is needed when you can see me.  Eyes are the gateway to the soul.
People are either scared by them or fascinated. 

My spirituality blends many different religions.  Do not argue.  The top three religions all eventually come to the bottom line.  "We don't know.  We are just striving for an ideal."  FAITH.

You won't see me jump on religion unless I can't stop myself for some reason.  It happens.

If I'm paying for the plot, the deceased will face whatever direction I want.  East/West can kiss my ass, unless the cemetery is paying. 
Then, still no go.

Told you so.

I'm stubborn, but always flexible.

My family raised me this way for a reason, to their detriment.  I don't get it yet either.

I could bounce the bored ones around and you could find me.  I may do that someday.

I love riding bikes, ATV's and fast cars.  No helmets.  PERIOD.

My dad died from a head injury in a car wreck.  He wasn't wearing a helmet.  Argue that.

I have 2 cigarettes lit right now, I just realized.  I hate that I started smoking again.  It is a form of slavery, and wastes money.

I knew since before I can remember I never wanted to subject my own child to this world.  I never have. 

My own child would suffer because I would be taking care of other people's children.
This I know.

I find everywhere that if you are a woman without children, you are considered a freak.  FUCK YOU.  Not everyone is here to breed.  We all have our own roles and opinions.

I wanted to be a foster parent when I grew up.  My husband would never go for it.  He is afraid, with reason, that these children will be taken away and put back into bad homes.

I believe some people spend more time on finding a puppy than deciding whether to have a child.  The laws we have encourage that.

I really don't bow.  Anything pertaining to rings, the word OBEY and other things were taken out of the marriage vows.  Otherwise, no go.

He married me anyway.

Enough juice?

Gotta do some work now...