Shiver Me Timbers Scalawag!!

Pirate Booty?

Pirate Booty?

Yep, that’s right! Let’s not forget that September 19th is International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

I love this! I know, it’s silly, but yeah… that’s the point, it’s a silly, for no reason day, and it’s right around the corner. Having grown up on a boat I am no stranger to the pirate talk, “Aarrrrr Matey’s”

I found some informative sites to help you with your quest to talk like a pirate, and,  avast me ye chumbuckets, I will be practicing so that  I will sound like a pro when the 19th comes around!

Check out: The Official Talk Like A Pirate Day Site  for information and how to’s. This site has a wonderful glossary for all ye scabby landlubbers to learn some really great pirate lingo. My favorite are the Pirate pick up lines, for example:
“Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?”
“Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?”
“How’d you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder?”
” Ya know, darlin’, I’m 97 percent chum free.”


Okay so if you don’t get out much and you just want to contain your pirate-y-ness to the internet, has a great  list of acronyms that you can use to properly insult all of your chat buddies. Be sure to check it out or you may be KH’d (keel hauled).

Additionally joins the pirate party by teaching you how to properly use your newly attained lingo.

So on the 19th be sure to break out the grog, enjoy some limes (we don’t want scurvy), and lick the bungholes. If you aren’t talking like a pirate someone may make you walk the plank, so get it together. I for one will be watching the delicious Johnny Depp in Pirates of Caribbean to hone my pirating skills. I think I am already ready for some “Raping and Pillaging”


How will you celebrate International Talk Like A Pirate Day?? Ye filthy Bilge Rat?


I’m trying really hard not to be bitter. It’s not the easiest thing in the World.

I was watching “Nights In Rodanthe” the other night with my Sister, and I just found that while watching this ridiculously romantic movie I couldn’t help but think , “What a load of crap!”

I used to believe in love, I believed that I had a love that could conquer all. I believed that true love could bring you through any tempest. I felt like I had the kind of  love with the Ram. I know, I know, here we go with the Ram again. Seriously though, it’s hard to not feel jaded. Have I lost my faith in love?

I don’t want to believe that I have. There are little signs though, that make me think that  I have. I find myself second guessing any of the Romance movies I see now-a-days.  When the wonderful couple gets together at the end I think to myself, “Yeah, he’s going to cheat on you, he’s going to treat you like garbage in a few years,  forget your birthday, and put his job before you and your family.”

I believe in The Law of Attraction, and I think that we get what we put out energetically. Therefore, I do not want to lose my faith in love. I want to believe that it is out there in abundance. My life got turned on its ear, and everything I thought was true in my life dissolved.

Teachings of Abraham tell me that everything that happens in our lives happens for a bigger reason, that the “contrast” that we have in our lives expands our life experience.

I have to keep reminding myself that losing what I had with the Ram has cleared the way for something deeper, and something that ultimately will be better for me, and for my future. I have to continue to have faith that  The Universe will provide for me the person that I seek.

This isn’t always the easiest thing for me though because I do find I have a bigger tendency towards cynicism than I used to, my idealistic nature has been injured.

The True Revelation Begins!

So, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to decide how much of myself to really reveal on this blog. That natural exhibitionist in me wants to bare it all. To really open up and just blog the heck out this thing. I mean I think the definition of a blog is something like a weblog, or personal online journal. So I have had a struggle with the idea of just letting go here, and letting it all hang out. A true online journal. Your journal is a place where you don’t have to hide. A place where you can bare your soul.

The big distinction though is that typically journals are kept private…. unless you’re some famous author that has their journal published posthumously…. in which case the author is not having to worry about the embarrassment that certain private thoughts may cause.

I worry about spreading it all out there on the internet. I worry that a complete revelation may cause me detriment. That it could affect my professional life, that it could prevent me from landing that “perfect man” *scoffs*, that I may hurt my friend’s or family’s feelings by being completely open here.

After much thought though, I have decided that I am tired of trying to shield certain aspects of myself from the world. I am tired of fears. I am tired of playing the game. This is me…. you either like it or you don’t. If you don’t like me well then that’s too bad isn’t it….

A friend of mine once told me that if everyone likes you , then you are doing something wrong. I hated this idea, I felt very strongly that I did want everyone to like me. I’ve gotten close, but some people don’t like me. I usually ignore it, but I know there are times, when I have tried to yield myself into something more acceptable so that I could “fit in”, and it just left me feeling shallow and fake.

So, here goes, I am going to start seriously getting my thoughts and feelings out in this forum, I am ready to expose myself!

It wouldn’t be the first time.😉

The Lifestyle!

This video is hilarious, and dead on!! Check it out:

Texas Summer

This Texas summer heat has me melting. I’ve always lived in the tropics, and have enjoyed the delicious feeling of the sun warming my skin. But this crap is crazy, it’s like a hundred million degrees everyday. Okay, so that’s an exaggeration, but literally it was over hundred degrees most of this summer.

weather bug says: San Antonio: 22-month period from September, 2007 through June, 2009 is driest 22-month period since 1885Temperature reached at least 100 degrees a dozen times in June, a new monthly record 100 degree temperatures reported during two 5-day periods of June 2009: June 12-16 and June 24-28.
June 29 the high of 104 degrees, new daily record

This means folks, that it is too stinking hot to do much of anything, except camp out inside and run up your electric bill! The kids get overheated, their little faces all red and sweaty! Try going to the park and getting a kid to slide down a slide that is so hot you could’ve fried an egg on it. Oh yeah, that will make you feel like Mother of the year!

I have found that activities that include swimming or getting wet are helpful but in some cases even a dip in the Canadian’s pool isn’t refreshing, amazing how those hot days and hot nights can make a pool the same temperature as a nice warm bath.

The Guadelupe River is lovely, but tubing down the rapids is a little much for my little one, though I am sure the X-man would love it! the other day we visited The Pool at The Hyatt Hill Country Resort, calling it a pool really doesn’t do it justice this thing has it’s own little rambling river that we had so much fun floating around and around. It was fun for the whole family!

Summer will be over soon, and I am hoping this hot Summer will mean a warm wet winter….. come on mother nature, work with me here! In the meantime we will continue to try not to wither away from heat exhaustion.

O, What Tangled Web…

Sometimes we know better….. but we do it anyway.
Some of the decisions that are made in life, are made in haste….. or in the heat of the moment, or in an impaired state…. but none-the-less, they are still decisions, choices even, and that means that ultimately you have to deal with the consequences of those actions.

I try to have a moral code that I live by, now, I do a lot of things that most people, would raise their eyebrows at, they may think I have loose morals, but this is not actually the case. I have very distinct standards that I hold myself to. It’s kind of an “as long as I’m not hurting anyone it’s ok” kind of attitude. It works for me….

But, sometimes I fuck up, make poor choices…. in the words of Alexander Pope, “To err is human (to forgive, divine)”

I made a bad choice recently, and I have yet to see what the consequences are… well, beyond the futile fretting I’ve already done that is… It should be a secret…. I really don’t want to tell on myself.

But I worry, that faced with the same type of decision again, I will give into baser feelings, and selfishness. In some ways I even want to travel down that darkened path again, and it makes me ponder why sometimes we do things that we know are bad…. things that feel good in the moment, but that we regret later… I guess it’s a lot like the addict giving into their addictions, knowing full well that it is bad for them.

In some ways I feel like I am an addict, fantasizing about the next time I will get to use, and knowing, that I am crazy, that I don’t want to be that person, but often times, my desires to fulfill myself in whatever way makes me feel good at that moment is stronger than my sense!

I guess I am my Father’s daughter though. Coming from a long line of alcoholics, and addicts…. my addiction doesn’t seem to be related to a substance per se though, instead it is that desire to feel good, the intangible, the pleasures…. whatever those guilty pleasures may be… a coat you can’t afford, and expensive dinner when your electric bill is due.

I digress.

I feel very human right now… I feel like a bad girl, and while I am beating myself up…. I am wondering how I will decide if faced with a similar decision in the future.


weedWell, it’s April 20th, or 420 as many people in the pot culture refer to it. A special day for the stoners! So in honor of this hallowed day I found some information about where this number originated as part of pothead lore. There are a lot of different theories, but it seems to be most strongly linked to The Waldos a group of smokers from the 70’s. Unless you are a smoker you probably wouldn’t know the signifigance of this number, and so it’s kind of an inside term. Check out this link: What is 420?

Happy 420 to all my people! lol!🙂