Monday

Vandalism - Art of the Uneducated Dumbass

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Vandalism - The art of underage douchebags without the ability to form whole sentences or even spell whole words. Most often this form of "art" or " writing" can be demonstrated by individuals with the mental capacity of a nat, and is often used to communicate to other similarly educated mental giants. The brightly colored paint of choice is usually chosen for its attention grabbing qualities; because most of these 'artists' have the attention span of Lewis Black after four cups of black coffee; and without the pretty colors they would lose interest in what they are painting and forget why they were there. These individuals can be recognized by there brightly-colored, highly flammable, puffy bomber jackets; jeans straining to remain belted to the ass, and are four inches too short; knuckle-dragging; and general drooling, blank-stared, mess of a kid. Oh, and they usually can be seen with female groupies - just imagine all that was previously described but with streetwalker make-up, and harpie screeching-like voice.

Too harsh?

Nah. Here's why.

In the past week there has been a disturbing trend of gang-related vandalism, and other related activity in my neighborhood. The new developed base housing - which took more than two years to build and develop- has been the target for thousands of dollars of vandalism in just a few days. This activity hasn't been isolated to the new housing division. The new playground equipment, and walking bridge has also been targeted.

Of course I don't live in the affect areas, and I don't have children - so you might ask yourself why do I care - and here's my answer.

1. I may not live in the housing division, but my fucking tax dollars paid for it, and now more of mine and yours tax monies are going towards the repairs. Just one garage door is $5000 to replace, and they vandalized several. Therefore, our tax money will be spent replacing the door, keeping military families in TLF longer because of the repairs to the houses, as well as the extra money going to contractors to fix, and re-paint. Lovely.

2. Gang activity. I come for California. I know gang activity. In my experience the gangs are a result of low-income, angst riddled, disadvantaged teenagers that have economic reasons for being involved in gangs. It might sound like a stereo-type but I have worked with some of these kids, and I can sympathize with their need to feel apart of 'family' and unfortunately a family can be in the form of a gang.

And yet, the 'wannabe' gangster of this base are ridiculous and would be crying like little bitches if they were dropped into the real life of gangs. What the fuck do you middle-class, military brats get from posing as "Bloods". Really? You won't last two minutes in the hood. You're attempt at creating the 'Hood' in base housing is laughable. And Highly annoying.

3. Now its personal. Not only is my money being used to fix your sad ass attempts at being gangster; but it is forcing children to play in the playground behind my building (because you fucked up the new one), but you are causing me to lose sleep, and I *KNOW* one of you little mistakes is living in my stairwell.
I was lucky enough to spent a night listening to you and your little science-experiments running up and down the stairwell, and then running around base trying to avoid the cops trying to find your assess.

I know where you live. I know who your piss poor excuse for a parent is. And I'm not happy. Not a good combination for you.

One more thing.....

Where the HELL are the parents!!!!!! Who leaves a 16 year old kid alone and expect them NOT to do something retarded? Don't EVEN try to justify it or play dumb. How at 2:30 am do you not hear, see, or know where your teenage child is? You self-serving twat.

You have made this personal. The flip-flops are coming off, and I'm going to beat some common sense into you.

Wednesday

Time.

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Its been a long year. Some moments have been all too fleeting; while others have passed with little significance. Perhaps it is in the moments of insignificance that I find myself dwelling on as I see in a new year. A second of my life in which I was unable to see past my own needs; unwilling to make a little extra moment last longer with someone I cared very deeply for. And now that moment has passed me by and I find the only thing left in its place is sadness and regret.

So maybe this year I should make one resolution - time. There is a abundance of it for most people. And in some ways I ,too, have an abundance of it. But sometimes I find each day melting into the next with little time left for myself, or for those I truly care about. All too often the precious moments I manage to steal for myself are taken over by those who don't appreciate the sacrifice I have made to make that time available. They take of it without thought or regard for what it has cost me.

Maybe that says more about me than it does about the limitations life puts upon us.

I was taught a great many things by the men in my life. I was taught self reliance, loyalty, respect, and above all integrity. Maybe I should take the gift of time and think about what I have done to honor the men that have taught me these important life lessons.

~ To the great men and women that have passed through my life - Happy New Year and Thank you. Papa, Dad, Jim, David, & Nana - I miss you more with each passing moment. I will never forget the lessons you taught me, or the support you showed me even when I deserved no such loyalty. You have made me the person I ma today, and I will continue to make you proud.~

Happy New Year to all who pass through here. Make the most of everything you have been given; if not for yourself, for the people who sacrificed so much so you may have so much more.

Monday

Merry "whatever" X-Mas.

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-- The 'X' is for JC on the Cross Hahahahahahaa. That's for you A. --

The bitch is in the House - let the bitching commence.

A little down this Christmas and I believe I know what has brought on my Holiday malaise; Germany. Sorry Germany. Its nothing personal; but I'm not sure we are good together. We are too different. I can't change and neither are you; but we can still be friends. Call me sometime.

I have lived overseas 15 out of my 30 years of life. I love all the amazing opportunities I have had, and continue to have that living overseas offers. And yet, I find myself falling into a funk. I feel slightly incompatible with my adopted country; although I know it is merely circumstantial and it will pass I thought I would write a list of why we can no longer see each. *makes me laugh to talk of Germany as a relationship....so suck it up and laugh too damnit*

~ Cellphones - Just take my word for it. Buying minutes is insane, and getting a plan is highway robbery! Aaron's iPhone bill is killer. Not to mention all the freaking message services are in German. Gah.

~ Getting Gas - Uh yeah. Gas cards are ridiculous, time-consuming, and never work properly. This week someone genius put in the wrong numbers for the price change and it deducted $7.00 a gallon on people's ration cards. Epic. Fail.

~ Shopping - Now this is a Catch-22 situation. Although it is freaking awesome to buy certain items in Europe; it comes with a downside of cost, and compatibility. If the dollars sucks against the Euro, buying in the economy will break you, and even if the Euro is weaker and we get more for the buck......not all European furniture or electronic items are compatible with US homes, and lifestyles.
On the flip side of this argument is if you can't or won't shop on the economy - you have the BX as the alternative....see next entry.

~ BX - Where do I start. Poorly stocked is the biggie...never enough of anything, and the stuff they do have is tacky,cheap, and highly flammable. The linens look like someone ate butterflies, pooped rainbows, and used a comforter to wipe their ass - comforters that are never in King size anyway so I don't know why I look or am so bitter. The clothing section is enough to make you fall into a epileptic seizure, or die laughing at the size selection and cost. I swear the people who order for this dept. are color-blind, bedazzler-happy, miniature FuBu wearing hoochies that have the fashion taste of a streetwalker. Yeah, its that bad. So bad I won't even start on the rest of the depts....I could be here all night.

~ German road system - ARGHHHHHHHHHHH. Imagine if you will a road that could only accommodate one and half car widths, factor in 80-90 mph speeds + ALL signs are in a foreign language you barely grasp + on-coming traffic + American sized vehicle. And the screaming commences. As does finding God. Autobahns Good. Country roads Bad.

I could, and probably will continue this later but for now I will stop. Germany and indeed, Europe is a amazing place. I would never regret my time here. However, as much as a German bride would be very out of place in US, and feel overwhelmed by the language barrier, cultural differences, and overall strangeness; we too feel that way here in Germany. We will always be friends you & I....but we can never be together. Forget me, you deserve better.

*Giggles*

Saturday

Fate, Luck & Too late for this shit.....

-- Anyone get the reference on the title....if so, you get a cookie. --

I am reluctant to believe that anything that happens in a person's life happens for no apparent reason. Can a person go through the trials and tribulations of life; over come hurdles, or rejoice in happiness without knowing that somewhere your life has taken a turn; not by mere chance but because it was meant to be? Fate, perhaps? A preordained course on which your life is meant to follow?

Is it that easy? Is it that simple?

Maybe not. But when you sit there, quietly wondering how you have arrived at this point; some random moment in your life - do you not wonder why? Aren't you the least bit curious...why now, why here?

If you are a regular reader of this blog - you know I'm about as deep as a bathtub - but I'm not sure I am able or willing to believe that I have either fucked up this bad, or been this freaking lucky! Out of all the possible choices I have made, of all the craziness I have blindly navigated through, and of all the people my life has - no matter how briefly intersected - been a part of; why have I chosen the way I have? How have I KNOWN to chose the right course for me?

I mean really folks....I'm not that in tune with reality most of the time....so how in the hell did I do it?

Not to mention how the fuck did I not see the crazy twats that would eventually cause me to even have this insane self-analysis of my life! I mean really...HOW.

In the end I suppose I have been incredibly blessed. My path crossed with his, and that's where my life truly began. Not matter who enters my life from that point on; I shouldn't worry where it takes me or who is responsible - because he will always be with me.

Deep man. Really deep.

These late night self reflections have gotta stop.

Wednesday

Bad Santa

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A Christmas Story

'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed.
He cussed out the elves and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind to scrap the whole works!

I've busted my ass for damn near a year,
Instead of 'Thanks Santa'--what do I hear?
The old lady bitches cause I work late at night.
The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight.

Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids.
Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS.
And just when I thought that things would get better
Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter,


They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny
Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?
And the kids these days--they all are the pits
They want the impossible--Those mean little shits


I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds
Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads
I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them,
They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM!

Flying through the air...dodging the trees
Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees
I'm quitting this job there's just no enjoyment
I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment.

There's no Christmas this year now you know the reason,
I found me a blonde. I'm going SOUTH for the season