there once was this guy...

that i didn't know. something happened to him and suddenly he was gone. just...gone. i see the reaction of people that did know him and i am touched. so deeply. i hope he had a sense of how treasured he was while he was here. i do doubt it, though...

we all want to believe that we have made a difference in at least ONE other person's life, don't we? i mean yes, mom's know that they have spawned other little human beings - some definitely questionable on exactly what percentage of them are really human, but i digress. so, in the area of reproduction some of us have made a difference, but what i mean is within other people's hearts and souls. people we may have never met, people we may have met but not recognized that we have connected in some way. people we have known but not understood. people that we assume we have made no difference in them whatsoever.

do you ever wonder what people will say/think/believe about you if you were suddenly just...gone? it freaks me out, lol...don't you imagine that your friends would certainly miss something - if only the droning of your voice as you ramble on and on and on about things that no one in their right mind, or otherwise, could possibly find interesting? would they miss something as cool as listening to you describe your dog dragging his ass on the concrete patio as you stand there and try to have a serious conversation with your stripper/bug guy? would they miss listening to you actually cry about stupid things? something as stupid as, oh i don't know...the fact that you went to the freezer jonsing for some strawberry toaster strudels only to find that your little savage bastard hoover-vacuum children have eaten all of them once again, left the empty box in the freezer and you HAVE. JUST. HAD. IT with their little mooching ruinous asses? would they miss hearing you laugh about even stupider things? something like the fact that you actually managed to make yourself look even lower than the white trash that you are by getting busted "stealing" a broken toilet seat from a pile of discarded stuff that sits in the street waiting for the trash man because you think you can use part of it for a nifty redneck planter? what about missing you bitch about really intelligent things? things like OMGGGGG how pissed off you get when you gesture to your significant other to grab a line at costco that is suddenly shorter than the one you are standing in, and the person behind you hears you and darts to the short line before your guy even begins to process that you are asking him to do something? holy SHIT that makes my balls boil...but wait, this isn't about me, lol.

my point is i am sitting here wondering if everyone who has touched my life knows that they have and to what extent? i'm talking about the ones that have touched it in a positive way - believe you me...those other bastards definitely know they have fucked up. you can't let that shit slide. again, digression. sorry. stop and think about it...do you know? (where you're going to, do you like the things that life is showing you, do you know?) do your people know it from you? maybe you should tell them, show them, make sure they do know...but be careful, people tend to get freaked out if you just pop into their life and say "hey, you know i dig you right? no matter what? ok cool, just checking" and dart off again. maybe ease into it a with a little more subtlety. something a little more personal, like, "hey remember that rash you were complaining about that just showed up that one time we got shitfaced and woke up naked on the homeless docks? good times - everything clear up ok? cool, keep on keepin' on and know i dig you baby". see class really does make all the difference.

serially - know that i dig you baby <3

just a taste of the type of person that quite simply makes my world a bright and shiny place...

in response to a post discussing, in a round-about way, my 9yo daughter and boys...

"Does she say anything about wanting to take a ride on anyone's disco stick? That's when you can start worrying. :)"

jessica, you may have commie tendencies but sweet jeebus you make me snort (but not quite squeal) like a pig.

if you are easily offended - turn from me now. run for the light and cower there for the rest of your days. no really.

those of you who read my blog no doubt know that i tend to be opinionated and brash about certain things. obnoxious at times, yes. insightful at others if not at the same time, i hope so. whether or not you see things as i do, you get a feel for what i am all about and have realized that pretty much nothing is off limits for me.

sometimes i get tired of writing about the stupidity in my everyday life and cease to find things, although always comical...entertaining, if that makes a bit of sense. given the opportunity, what would you care to see through my eyes - well, anything but the eternal blackness brought upon by my untimely but-way-so-much-more-than-likely-humorous death? keep in mind that i may see something you feel is serious and/or tragic in a completely inappropriate light and then request accordingly. same goes for something you find funny that...well, isnt.

the only ONE rule is that there is no getting offended in the easy life - if we did that we'd spend the rest of our lives simply being pissed off at me, and really, what's the fun in that? give me some ideas and i'll turn out some shawna-ese for all the world to see. yea, ok...humor me here. one more note: always keep in mind that i am an equal-opportunity offender. no stereotype is safe from me...again, i can't be considered a terrible person if i make fun of EVERYone can i?

as always, (concerning my blog ONLY otherwise, i'll puddle up and cry like a little girl), please free to tell me to shut the fuck up if you can't stand the sound of my common sense and/or voice, and then either go away or continue to put yourself through blog hell by reading further. either way, Captain WRONG, i'm happy to entertain your rebuttals...even if they are ridiculously silly.

anyone? himme-bess-shah.

washington irving was one cool dude.

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”