Shea wants a blog of her own here at JU. She's been keeping up with the 'Too close for comfort' thread, and wanted to respond under her own name..but couldn't. The system is set up so (and with good reason, I might add) that you can only create one free blog site per IP address. I wouldn't mind paying for another blog but I can't find the link for the premium services (help, anyone?) It got me thinking...who else has kids that would be interested in blogging? Would it be feasible to ...

I just got news that a base in Baghdad where we have friends stationed at has been bombed. Many troops have been injured, and one Airman is dead. Trying to get more news is incredibly frustrating; no-one's saying anything. I'll just have to wait like everyone esle to find out who it was; if it's one of 'our' guys. This is a little too close for comfort. We all spout off about how the casualties of war are necessary losses in the pursuit of world peace and freedom...but when it happens ...

This is something I wrote ages ago, when things were not going too terribly well at home. This was written in winter, in a truck, on post, in the dark ...I was watching the snow come down and trying to stay warm in between doing perimeter checks and spotlighting bunnies and the occasional junkyard dog. Love Lost? Emptiness where love used to be Darkness no hope of light. Pain in place of desire Aching with no respite. Existence in place of life Apathy no will to fight. ...

This is blog number 100. I had aspirations for it to be something spectacular, contraversial...stunning , perhaps? But, I can't think of anythng to say that's even slightly any of those things...hmm, that's the story of my blog, really. Boring. Normal, sensible, mundane. A running commentary on me and what I think and do, on the day to day crap that comes with the particular path I've chosen to tread. It's just about me. That's all. So, thanks for reading, thanks for listen...

Not the best I've ever written, but here ya go: A little ditty about housewifely duties...somewhat unfinished, and I'm open to suggestions. DOMESTIC BLUES The kitchen's clean The kid's are fed I've put clean sheets On all the beds. The floors are mopped The toilet's brushed I wonder why I feel so rushed? So much to do! So little time! I swear not all These socks are mine! Forget the wash, The dusting too. Kick up my feet And sit a few. Who cares about neat? If ...

I have to blog about this, I just have to. I was on the phone with Dave earlier, and I had told him that the shirt he had left behind didn't smell like him anymore (I sleep with it and I find it incredibly comforting). I said that I had even gone and sniffed his ball cap but I couldn't smell there either...I didn't say anything about being sad about it, but I think he could tell by the sound of my voice. "Don't worry babe" he said "I'll make it right". "What d'ya mean?" I said. "I'...

I was going to entitle this blog 'Lucky me'..but I don't really believe in luck, so 'fortunate' it was. I am married to the best dude ever...he's just awesome. Dave is one cool cat, that's for sure. I have 3 kids who are healthy, and who are turning out to be independant, well rounded free thinking individuals. Before I had kids I always said that I wanted to raise them to not afraid to be who they are and to stand up for what they think.... and it seems that's the case with all of...

I found this quote from the Upanishads: 'You are what your deep, driving desire is. As your deep driving desire is, so is your will. As your will is, so is your deed. As your deed is, so is your destiny' That statment has some powerful consequences. You desire has the power to make you, to complete you as a person...but it also has the power to totally destroy you. It made me look at what my driving desire is..... What's yours?

I'm a big baby. I bought myself a little yellow fluffy ducky toy that chirps/quacks when you squeeze his tummy the other day...and I named him 'Waddle-Doo'. He's sitting on the desk looking at me.... I got sick of being a red head. I have so much gray now that when I go to color it I get patches of neon orange or pink..I went a nice warm brown last weekend and I like it much better. I'll probably change my mind again next week.... I'm trying to be as minimalistic as possible these d...

There's been a lot of talk recently about sin. It seems to be the general consensus in certain circles that homosexuality is a ticket straight to hell....on a par with homicide, almost. This got me thinking about the varying sins and their 'weightiness', so to speak. Is there such a thing as a 'scale - o - sin', where someone can measure what sin is worse than another? Isn't all sin bad, period? I mean, where in the Bible does it say that homosexuality is worse than coveting your nei...

After reading Brad's blog about how his Dell died on him the other day, I went to bed thinking that I was superior because MY Dell was just fine... ..then the motherboard died on the less than 12 hours later. I had tried to restart and kept getting the proverbial 'blue sceen of death' with a weird error message on it. So I took the tower down to the local repair place to have them look at it. First they said it was the hard drive. So I told them to put in a new, bigger one. They di...

I've been talking about food a lot recently, and it's made me think about what I eat...if I can reconcile what I eat with my Buddhist path. I've always held the philosophy that if I'm not having something killed specifically for ME then that's ok. Buddhist monks eat whatever is given to them, they have the thought that beggars can't be choosers (and I agree). For a while a couple of years ago I tried to be vegan. I ate no meat, no dairy products, and no eggs. I cooked using tempeh and...

I have to give Unfairman props for planting this seed in my mind. In case you didn't know, Monday, April 5th will mark the 10 year anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. Kurt affected many, many people during his short but bright life, myself included, and continues to affect some of us even though he's no longer living. In tribute to his life and work I would like to suggest that on Monday we each light a candle in memory of him. You don't have to keep it going all day, just light it an...

I'm listening to Madonna's 'Justify My Love' and feeling pretty fucking sensual right now... k, song's over, let's get down to business. I have a freckle on the sole of my left foot. I'm secretly aggressive - well, not so secretly, it's pretty obvious in certain situations. I like to have a 'don't fuck with me, I'll hurt you' attitude about me in a crowd. Short Girl syndrome, perhaps? I can shoot pool; in fact I used to win money doing it. Haven't shot in ages though, and I'm...