I'm drowning in the bottom of a bottle.
Running from a girl I swore I'd never be.
No one ever has to face tomorrow.
But I'm the one that has to face me.
It's the demons I've created for myself.
The tragic truth.
It's hard for me to understand myself.
So it has to be hard as hell for you!
Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves?
Someone tell the heavens I'm ready to escape!
This is not what I wanted not what I need!
Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away!
I can't say the Devil made me do it.
I chose to be the one I am, the way I am today.
I wish there was but there's no way around it.
In the end I made the choice and will not be ashamed.
It's the voices screaming in my head.
The tragic truth.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Rain Rain Go Away
So today it was raining, really raining, in fact it has been crappy the last couple of days. I worked and then had to stop at the grocery store on the way home. It decided to down pour the minute I got out of the car with 3 bags in my hands.
I somewhat walked fast to the apt door and then of course struggled with the bag and keys. This was enough time to get wet. I tossed the bags on the counter and started putting the groceries away. I opened the freezer and tossed in the lean cuisine (no, I don't feel like cooking this week) I went to walk away and my sweater was frozen to the door... I almost choked myself.
Who does this... who gets stuck to the door of the freezer??? So I slipped out of my sweater and got some hot water to get it off the door.
I am fairly certain this among may other things is why I am single.
Signing off
~ Idiot girl in action
I somewhat walked fast to the apt door and then of course struggled with the bag and keys. This was enough time to get wet. I tossed the bags on the counter and started putting the groceries away. I opened the freezer and tossed in the lean cuisine (no, I don't feel like cooking this week) I went to walk away and my sweater was frozen to the door... I almost choked myself.
Who does this... who gets stuck to the door of the freezer??? So I slipped out of my sweater and got some hot water to get it off the door.
I am fairly certain this among may other things is why I am single.
Signing off
~ Idiot girl in action
Monday, March 25, 2013
Hook Me up Buttercup
What is up with eharmony lately? The commercial is running oh, 20 times a day. Maybe it is because I have a tummy ache and I have been watching more TV than usual this weekend.
I read somewhere that people come up unmatchable for a few reasons:
The thing that scares me about this site is that people let a computer dictate to them who is their perfect match after one night and six gin and tonics (or other drink of choice) consumed in filling out there 583-page questionnaire. I mean they do boast that 230 some members marry everyday in the US as a result of them being matched on the site. You could be next!!!
How stylish you are. Are you thoughtful? Caring? Affectionate? Warm? Intelligent? Do you use bad grammar? You would have to decide how submissive you are. Do you know what monogamy is? What is you church involvement? What if your true answer for some of the 1000+ questions was not an option… then whom do they match you with?
What if you took 3 or more hours of your life and then found out your were unmatchable? Which is ironic since I think one of the questions is “Do you waste time?”
I read somewhere that people come up unmatchable for a few reasons:
- Under 18
- Married
- Divorced too many times
- Trying to “game” the system (Booty calling)
- Answering Questions in inconsistent ways – i.e. if you are too unique you will overload their system
- Gay
What do those people do head over to Match.com? Log off and get back in bed with their wife? Take their chances on Facebook or some other social site?
Saturday, March 23, 2013
One Art (Losing) got that mastered!
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster
Thursday, February 28, 2013
F is for February
I for one am glad the month of February is over:
This month of Idiot Girl Adventures is brought to you by the letter "F"
I have fallen twice this month, the second time I truly could not get up because I hit my head and got KO'd I guess. Spent the next few hours in x-ray and landed a shot in the ass, two days off work under the watchful eye of my mom and dad. I am happy to report all is well.
The first time there was a mountain of snow to hike over and where I thought there was more sidewalk there was a curb, I fell on my knee... not only did I fall on my knee, my boobs broke my fall. I did mention curb, so yes I fell into the road right in front of a stopped SUV at the light. This jackass did not even get out of his car to see if I was ok, nor did he roll down the window and ask if I was ok. Clearly this is why I do not dated Bay City men... they are ass hats and have no manners. I hobbled the rest of the way though the day and am happy to report all is well.
Fiery bagel of doom... there are no words, toaster, bagel, FIRE... toss water... MORE FIRE. maybe should have unplugged the toaster first. I am not fit to operate a toaster. I will get my damn bagel at Tim Hortons from now on.
so yeah, glad February is over.
This month of Idiot Girl Adventures is brought to you by the letter "F"
February
Falling
Fire
I have fallen twice this month, the second time I truly could not get up because I hit my head and got KO'd I guess. Spent the next few hours in x-ray and landed a shot in the ass, two days off work under the watchful eye of my mom and dad. I am happy to report all is well.
The first time there was a mountain of snow to hike over and where I thought there was more sidewalk there was a curb, I fell on my knee... not only did I fall on my knee, my boobs broke my fall. I did mention curb, so yes I fell into the road right in front of a stopped SUV at the light. This jackass did not even get out of his car to see if I was ok, nor did he roll down the window and ask if I was ok. Clearly this is why I do not dated Bay City men... they are ass hats and have no manners. I hobbled the rest of the way though the day and am happy to report all is well.
Fiery bagel of doom... there are no words, toaster, bagel, FIRE... toss water... MORE FIRE. maybe should have unplugged the toaster first. I am not fit to operate a toaster. I will get my damn bagel at Tim Hortons from now on.
so yeah, glad February is over.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Reality Sucks - Part 7 (reality break)
There were always many 'guests' from various tribal factions at Cruachan for one reason or another. At the same time as Fergus was a guest there, there was another guest by the name of Bricne Nimhtheanga of whom it was said “he rejoiced in iniquity as much as in satire”. It was he who initiated the battle which became known as the Táin Bó Flidhais.
Flidhais had her precious 'Maol' penned at her fort of Dún Flidhais at Rathmorgan in Erris. She often lived at this fort in Erris while her husband stayed at the fort on Lough Conn. They had large herds of cattle at both places and this suggests they were very wealthy as ownership of cattle was the main indicator of power and wealth prevailing in the economy at the time.
Bricne Nimhtheanga decided to set off for Dún Flidhais fort in Erris. His plan was to cause trouble. Travellers associated with the Queen of Connacht were treated with great courtesy everywhere they went so when Bricne arrived at Rathmorgan he was courteously welcomed, wined and dined by Flidhais and her entourage who all turned out in their best finery for the occasion. Flidhais had the fort heavily perfumed and decorated with mistletoe and herbs and they wined and dined in great style.
Later everyone was tired and went to sleep apart from Flidhais and Bricne. He sang to Flidhais:
From Cruachan we have come
To Erris in the west of Elga.
In every Dún we passed, we heard
Of Flidhais and her cow,
Flidhais the lady of Oilill,
Dear to me the name of the spouse,
Domhnall Dualbhuidhe's warrior son,
Bounteous the lady who will not forsake me
When we came out of Eamhain
Our quarrel left no slight track
The cause of Fergus whose exploits are many
Brought us in numbers to Cruachain
Flidhais asked Bricne to describe Fergus mac Róich to her. He played up to Flidhais knowing that she had a great knowledge of and interest in Fergus from tales from a long time past when Fergus had been a king in Ulster. Bricne related to Flidhais all the charms of Fergus while also telling her that he never met a better man than Oilill, Flidhais’s husband.
The next morning Bricne left Dún Flidhais and set off on the return journey to Cruachan. When he got back, he told Queen Maedbh that Flidhais's fort in Rathmorgan was the most magnificent palace he had ever visited. Fergus heard this and he lusted for Flidhais, making Maedbh a jealous woman. Bricne encouraged disquiet amongst everybody to make as much trouble as possible.
Flidhais had her precious 'Maol' penned at her fort of Dún Flidhais at Rathmorgan in Erris. She often lived at this fort in Erris while her husband stayed at the fort on Lough Conn. They had large herds of cattle at both places and this suggests they were very wealthy as ownership of cattle was the main indicator of power and wealth prevailing in the economy at the time.
Bricne Nimhtheanga decided to set off for Dún Flidhais fort in Erris. His plan was to cause trouble. Travellers associated with the Queen of Connacht were treated with great courtesy everywhere they went so when Bricne arrived at Rathmorgan he was courteously welcomed, wined and dined by Flidhais and her entourage who all turned out in their best finery for the occasion. Flidhais had the fort heavily perfumed and decorated with mistletoe and herbs and they wined and dined in great style.
Later everyone was tired and went to sleep apart from Flidhais and Bricne. He sang to Flidhais:
From Cruachan we have come
To Erris in the west of Elga.
In every Dún we passed, we heard
Of Flidhais and her cow,
Flidhais the lady of Oilill,
Dear to me the name of the spouse,
Domhnall Dualbhuidhe's warrior son,
Bounteous the lady who will not forsake me
When we came out of Eamhain
Our quarrel left no slight track
The cause of Fergus whose exploits are many
Brought us in numbers to Cruachain
Flidhais asked Bricne to describe Fergus mac Róich to her. He played up to Flidhais knowing that she had a great knowledge of and interest in Fergus from tales from a long time past when Fergus had been a king in Ulster. Bricne related to Flidhais all the charms of Fergus while also telling her that he never met a better man than Oilill, Flidhais’s husband.
The next morning Bricne left Dún Flidhais and set off on the return journey to Cruachan. When he got back, he told Queen Maedbh that Flidhais's fort in Rathmorgan was the most magnificent palace he had ever visited. Fergus heard this and he lusted for Flidhais, making Maedbh a jealous woman. Bricne encouraged disquiet amongst everybody to make as much trouble as possible.
Fergus's lust for Flidhais
Fergus decided he had to meet with Flidhais, this magnificent woman with a reputed sexual prowess to match his own, and he quickly set off to travel to the fort where he would find Flidhais. Oilill heard about Fergus lusting for his wife and he set out from his fort to meet Fergus's entourage. When the two entourages met there was a heated argument. Oilill Fionn bluntly asked Fergus "are you coming here to take my wife?" Fergus admitted that that was his intention.Battles
They challenged each other to a combat to sort out the matter. First the two chiefs met in hand to hand combat, then their supporters joined in the battle. Blood flowed and over 1,000 men were killed. Fergus drew out his magic sword but.... it was only the wooden replica placed there by Ailill, the consort of Queen Maedbh, and his sword failed to give him the special powers Fergus expected it to. Oilill's troops emerged triumphant. Fergus was captured by the Gamhanraidh and kept at the cells in Dún Flidhais fort, his remaining troops returned to the Royal rath at Cruachan, filthy and exhausted.Thursday, February 7, 2013
Reality Sucks - Part 6 (reality break)
There are many, and often contradictory, legends about the most ancient King Midas. In one, Midas was king of Pessinus. a city of Phrygia, who as a child was adopted by the king Gordias and Cybele, the goddess whose consort he was, and who (by some accounts) was the goddess-mother of Midas himself. Some accounts place the youth of Midas in Macedonian Bermion (See Bryges) In Thracian Mygdonia, A wild rose garden at the foot of Mount Bermion was called by Herodotus "the garden of Midas son of Gordias, where roses grow of themselves, each bearing sixty blossoms and of surpassing fragrance". Since Herodotus says elsewhere that Phrygians anciently lived in Europe where they were known as Bryges, the existence of the garden implies that Herodotus believed Midas lived prior to a Phrygian migration to Anatolia.
According to some accounts, Midas had a son, Lityerses, the demonic reaper of men, but in some variations of the myth he instead had a daughter, Zoë or "life".
Arrian gives an alternative story of the descent and life of Midas. According to him, Midas was the son of Gordios, a poor peasant, and a Telmissian maiden of the prophetic race. When Midas grew up to be a handsome and valiant man, the Phrygians were harassed by civil discord, and consulting the oracle, they were told that a wagon would bring them a king, who would put an end to their discord. While they were still deliberating, Midas arrived with his father and mother, and stopped near the assembly, wagon and all. They, comparing the oracular response with this occurrence, decided that this was the person whom the god told them the wagon would bring. They therefore appointed Midas king and he, putting an end to their discord, dedicated his father’s wagon in the citadel as a thank-offering to Zeus the king. In addition to this the following saying was current concerning the wagon, that whosoever could loosen the cord of the yoke of this wagon, was destined to gain the rule of Asia. This someone was to be Alexander the Great. In other versions of the legend, it was Midas' father Gordias who arrived humbly in the cart and made the Gordian Knot.
Herodotus says that a "Midas son of Gordias" made an offering to the Oracle of Delphi of a royal throne "from which he made judgments" that "was well worth seeing", and that this Midas was the only foreigner to make an offering to Delphi before Gyges of Lydia. Since the historical Midas of the 8th century BC and Gyges are believed to have been contemporaries, it seems most likely that Herodotus believed the throne was donated by the earlier, legendary King Midas. However, some historians believe this throne was donated by the later, historical King Midas.
According to some accounts, Midas had a son, Lityerses, the demonic reaper of men, but in some variations of the myth he instead had a daughter, Zoë or "life".
Arrian gives an alternative story of the descent and life of Midas. According to him, Midas was the son of Gordios, a poor peasant, and a Telmissian maiden of the prophetic race. When Midas grew up to be a handsome and valiant man, the Phrygians were harassed by civil discord, and consulting the oracle, they were told that a wagon would bring them a king, who would put an end to their discord. While they were still deliberating, Midas arrived with his father and mother, and stopped near the assembly, wagon and all. They, comparing the oracular response with this occurrence, decided that this was the person whom the god told them the wagon would bring. They therefore appointed Midas king and he, putting an end to their discord, dedicated his father’s wagon in the citadel as a thank-offering to Zeus the king. In addition to this the following saying was current concerning the wagon, that whosoever could loosen the cord of the yoke of this wagon, was destined to gain the rule of Asia. This someone was to be Alexander the Great. In other versions of the legend, it was Midas' father Gordias who arrived humbly in the cart and made the Gordian Knot.
Herodotus says that a "Midas son of Gordias" made an offering to the Oracle of Delphi of a royal throne "from which he made judgments" that "was well worth seeing", and that this Midas was the only foreigner to make an offering to Delphi before Gyges of Lydia. Since the historical Midas of the 8th century BC and Gyges are believed to have been contemporaries, it seems most likely that Herodotus believed the throne was donated by the earlier, legendary King Midas. However, some historians believe this throne was donated by the later, historical King Midas.
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