More Pics from the Weekend

I know you guys will all be incredibly sick of these and stop coming back to check my blog pretty soon, but I keep finding pics that I like better than the others.

Damn..I Needed That

I had the best damn time I've had in a long time this weekend! No phones, no televisions, no computers; just lots of beer, good company, a full moon, and adrenaline aplenty. If you'll note the pictures below, you'll notice that I got stupid enough to walk backwards off a 50 foot rock. It was incredible! I can't wait to do it again. As a matter of fact...I expect to do the 110 foot drop within a couple of weeks. (Theoretically, of course....no guarantees.) I think I might be up for it. This crazy ass had no problem, and I PROMISE that I'm not going to let him show me up for too much longer:

This One Time At Band Camp

Requesting a Fly By

You know...I'm always looking for a good excuse to blame all the bad shit on. I could go for the "my parents didn't raise me right" excuse, but that's just too predictable. EVERYONE uses that one. There's always the public school system, but..again...predictable. Besides, that one is much better used when discussing issues like gun-wielding kindergarteners and teenage pregnancy. There's always the ever-present "governmental oppression" excuse, but that's probably reserved more for the people that are living in the home-made bunker under their makeshift bathroom that has no running water. I'd just feel bad to use that one. I may have hit on something though. Bear with me on this one as it may seem a little far-fetched at first glance.

Flash back to 1986. I'm 13 years old. Jill and I were "the shit." (If you don't believe me, ask her.) You know...we spent hours curling our hair and putting on lip gloss and blue eye shadow. We knew every word to every song they played on The Edge and words to some songs they didn't. We were as cool as you could probably be when you're 13. That's the way I remember it anyway.
We lived in a very small town and the nearest movie theater was in a not-much-bigger town nearby. The theater itself was small and there was no "stadium seating" or reclining seats. We sat in the back because we were way too cool to sit where there were parents or, god forbid, younger kids. We were there to see "Top Gun." Actually, we were there to see Tom Cruise, larger than life. He was a heartthrob. Even better, he was a bad boy heartthrob in this one. Which brings me to my newest excuse for the bad things in my life right now. There's a scene...I'm sure you remember...where Maverick sits through a training class with Charlie and he totally shows her up. She is obviously flustered to the hilt and he is obviously loving it. Even at 13, I could easily recognize the sexual tension being created on this screen in front of me. What followed is a scene where the two of them are alone having a very heated conversation about what had taken place in that room. What she says, eventually, is along the lines of, "I just don't want everyone in that room to see right through me and know that I've fallen for you." My heart skipped a beat at that moment. I remember it clearly. It was the moment that I knew the guy would get the girl and the girl would be head over heels in love with him. It was the moment that I knew I wanted that in my life someday. It was the intensity and the climax of that moment, those words she said. It was the way she was breathless and flush. It was so many emotions and all at one time.

That movie instilled something in me that is still vivid 20 years later. So...I think this is the best excuse for why I can't be happy. I want THAT. I want the intensity, the passion. I want to be breathless and flush. I want to want someone so much that it makes me angry and excited all at once. I want someone to kiss me like he kissed her. I want a man that can melt me no matter how strong or independent I may be. I don't want someone just because they have a good job and can pay the bills. I don't want someone because they make a good father. I don't want someone because he is comfortable or stable or funny. I want what Charlie had. So...long story short--I need Maverick. Anyone have his number?

Thought-Provoking Thursday (on Wednesday)

I'm not going to post tomorrow, so you guys are lucky enough to get it a day early. I don't have much time to post today, so I'll get right to the point.

1. Summer or Winter?

2. Lace, leather or satin?

3. Leno or Letterman?

Edit This

I have had this overwhelming urge to just go edit-crazy on my blog. I want to change my profile. I want to change my template. I want to change my comments section. I'm just looking for a general editfest. The thing is...nothing seems right. The new templates just don't seem to reflect the "inner me." The whole comment section issue seems like too much work. I went to edit my profile, then realized...with all the people who may want to stalk me (I am more popular than you might think in the third-world blogging communities), it would probably be best to go with a "less is more" approach. So, long story short-I removed one link and changed that stupid ass question in my profile. My question to all of you: Is this incredible desire to reshape my blog indicative of a bigger issue or is it a result of issues I already have?

Million dollar question, people.

On the Stage of My Life

Who is that girl I'm watching? What is this chaos that surrounds her and why is she trying to be oblivious? I'm sitting back, waiting to see how it all plays out...this drama, this comedy.
Does she have the courage to stand her ground? Her voice sounds strong. Her face, stoic and determined. She appears to be so solid and resigned.
I hear thoughts well up inside me...just an instant before she speaks them. I feel emotions..anger, fear, excitement..just an instant before she reacts.
I feel good about what she's doing..how she's doing it. I have confidence that she seems to reflect.
I wonder how she got to this place. I wonder where she's going. I wonder if anyone else in the world is watching what I'm watching.....that girl, this drama, this comedy.