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When it comes to honesty, I have two very diametrically opposed viewpoints.

One… if we are being honest here, honesty tends to be brutal, so if you ask for my honest opinion, put on your big kid panties and buckle up because I am going to give you my honest answer and chances are, you are not going to like it. Criticism falls into this category, and like criticism, we all say we want it but none of us want the negative side of it. We want the roses and the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ because we want to reassure our fragile egos that we are good enough. Continue reading Can We Talk…Honestly?

snooping-rear-windowI’m a snoop with a touch of the stalker vibe.

Or, at least that’s how my daughter describes me when I talk to here about something that someone has posted online. The young lady who lives with us recently made a similar comment when I was going through the like feed on Instagram seeing what other people have like. Her comment was, “Who does that?”


I do that.

Why? Curiosity mostly. I operate on a level of need for information that is probably unhealthy. It’s not that I want to know. If it were just a ‘want’ thing, well, I could probably curb that issue fairly easily. This is something deeper engrained in my psyche.

It’s a need. And before I go too far, let me just say, this is an aspect of my life that is not just about online stuff. In video games, I have to explore every inch of a map, revealing what’s there because you never know what they may have put there. In real life, I have made the comment that I operate of an over-abundance of information and not the opposite. Not knowing something, anything, tends to drive me a bit batty. Although, I can trick my brain into not caring, it takes some effort.

So, back to the whole online thing… I totally blame the Navy for my skill in finding things out with minimum information. Add to that all the fun search skills that I have learned over the years when it comes to online stuff. Pair that with my love of figuring things out and the above mentioned need to know things and you start to get the picture of someone who, barring scruples and a modicum of decency, could be a powerful force for evil.


Guess it’s a good thing that some of the common courtesy stuff my mom tried to instill in me actually stuck. Some. Not all.

And I just totally lost where I was going with any of this, cause I started singing the “Dr. Horrible” songs… Great.

Oh, yeah. Snooping.

If I were a lesser person, (and trust me, I’m not saying I’m not, I’m just not admitting to it) some of the information that people are just so willy-nilly about posting on the internet would find it’s way back into the lime-light. As it is, I just collect it. Store it away. Catalogue and classify it. And just wait for the moment that my good nature gets trounced on in order to unleash a torrent of… Ok, I totally don’t do that. That would make my a psychotic megalomaniac with a tint toward shadow control of peoples lives.. and that’s just not me. No. I’m just a collector…


Not crazy at all.


Not one bit.

(trying to convince myself here. It’s totally working).

All that said just to say… if you don’t want me people knowing your business, don’t post it on the internet.

Pretty simple folks.

Pretty simple.


 p.s. If you have not seen Doctor Horrible’s Sing Along Blog… you have no idea what you are missing out on. It’s AWESOME!

And because I am feeling musical, here is a throw back to the 80’s…. and the video just needs to be thrown back. Ugh.

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Do Not Disturb."

the-bookI am not that mysterious. I am not even sure if I would know how to be if it was a required thing. If anything, most would say I tend to over share, especially in areas that make most uncomfortable. I like to think that I am an open book, but the truth be told, I only really share a dust cover aspect to who I am.

There are those that would say that it is because I am brash, tactless, or uncouth. Some would say it is because I just don’t have a filter when it comes to certain things. And still others would say that there is something seriously wrong with me or that I am just simply weird.

Can I let you in on a dirty little secret? Continue reading The Unopened Book…


I feel like I lived my life on pause for a long time.

I was 18 when I decided I had to get away. Dropped out of high school. Joined the Navy. Went on a 6 month cruise that ended with me being in the Med when Kuwait was invaded. Got married. Started a family. Tried to do the college thing, but priorities got mixed up.

Somewhere in all that, I lost my desire to write. I lost my desire to dream. I got stuck.  Continue reading Paused…

Being back in college has caused me to truly grasp how stupid I am.

No, not in the unintelligent way, although as of late, that has been a thought because learning Spanish is quite the Herculean task…

I mean more in the common sense department. As in, I really should have probably applied myself more in those days so that I wouldn’t have to apply myself so much right now.

But no… at 15, 16 and 17 I knew everything I needed to know about life, love and the pursuit of happiness and none of that had to do with high school or education. As a matter of fact, high school was nothing more than a place I went in order to see friends (what few I actually had who would claim me in public settings).

Come to think of it, I kind of hated high school. Somewhere along the road through middle school I got shoveled to the side of the road and was playing catch-up for the next few years, and as the cog of education seems to be, it just keeps churning, regardless of who it chews up in the process. Mind you, I don’t blame the system for my lack of participation in my own life, however it did play into it.

I loved math, I loved science, I kind of disliked English and I abhorred any P.E. class there was. With my love of math and science, you would assume that I would truly enjoy chemistry, and yet it was one of my worst classes. There was a concept that  just didn’t grasp that may have been due to me missing a few key classes that explained the whole process…oops. Phys ed classes were nothing more than jocks picking on geeks. This was in a time when geeks were not chic and I was one of the targets that the jocks zeroed in on. Might have been my love of D&D, my intense draw to all things computer related, or the fact that at 17 I was 6′ tall and weighed in at maybe 160 pounds. That’s a big maybe by the way.

Whatever it was, I was the dork (was… is…. semantics) that got bullied by any guy who cold lift things up and put them down.

a7e3294d8301f3103836f4dc4236632bd438ebf01b1cc656c55208e5a18288a6Oddly enough, one of the guys who decided that he needed to exert his presence upon my life in high school looked a lot like this guy. But… that’s enough of that memory lane nightmare flashback…

So there you have it. From math and science geek extraordinaire to English major…

Weird how 20 plus years of your life can change the way you view things.

Cause math is hard these days…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”