Its a hard knock life!

Turkey...turkey....duty?

2006-11-24T09:30:00.000-08:00

Its 9:23 am Friday morning and I am ready for bed.
As yesterday was American Thanksgiving, today was amazing shopping!!!
For those who are unaware- this means the mall opens at 5am and the sales are to die for.
I set my alarm for 3:45 (after going to bed only an hour and fifteen minutes earlier) and was out the door by 4. I was at crystal's door by 4:13 - SO PROUD.
By 4:22am we were across the border and by 5:03 we were at the mall - ewww long lines.

Needless to say the morning was great - we found my mom, who at the time of impact was paying for my christmas gift - im SOOOOOOOO excited. I am getting exactly what i asked for - haha both very domestic gifts. A Vacuum and a microwave. awwww i am soooooo excited for the vacuum - this little swiffer carpet flick thing is CRAP.

By 7am we were eating cinnibons (YUM) and by 8am we were heading home.....but crystal decided a cinnibon was good enough so we stopped for McDonalds breakfast too haha ....gross yet sadistically enjoyable.

We get to the border and much to our dismay they made us go in- GRRR, since when? we each had less then $50 - whatever - jerks.

Needless to say its now 9:29...im tired ...and i look amazing in my new clothes haha - yes i am already wearing them.

I bought the most amazing bag as well.

I believe i will treat myself with .....3 hrs more sleep - no biology for me.

happy thanksgiving america
i hate duty.

Queen of the Night? ....but not.

2006-11-20T16:54:00.000-08:00

3hrs History lecture - not cool.
These chairs are hard and the heat, apparently optional - something the school has opted out of this year.

It is Monday afternoon but feels like Thursday night. My body is confused, as are my mornings and evenings. - they've merged into what seems to be a 24 hr blur. Are humans meant to be nocturnal? If so, I think I am; however, the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and top of my head may suggest I do not come by it naturally.

My weekend was filled with little more then term papers and an online social life, pitiful…oh and one soggy waffle with strange company…I don’t think people are meant to eat breakfast at breakfast time - its much better mid-afternoon.

Hopefully my week will be more exciting …I look forward to at least a few cookies *wink* if you ask me they are well deserved.

730 days and many men later

2006-11-10T11:41:00.000-08:00

I am sitting in biology and not entertained in the slightest!
I have decided I am fed up - i have homework coming out my ears and an incredible lack of finances with which to ease my study stress.
Life as i know it is probably at the best its been in about 3 years, but I still feel totally frustrated with so much.
This week I am dealing with the reasons of WHY I need to be single and it is incredibly difficult. I go through phases of dealing with the 'deeper' issues of why I am so male relation dependent.
I went to the Women of Faith Conference in Vancouver last Saturday , it’s a conference of 5000+ women- held in GM Place. My sister and I sat there and laughed, cried - ate chocolate and laughed harder…too hard!
At one point in the conference the speaker made reference to 'single women' well - I let out a chirp…apparently a LOT louder then I had originally planned, as from the stage she suggested that I had ''learnt to be content in my singleness - or perhaps was just happy to be rid of someone'' from there a slight giggle riffled throughout the entire building - it was at that moment I realized, yes, I'm slowly learning, but I'm not there yet.
I watch my past boyfriends seemingly pass me by - starting new relationships, getting engaged - having babies. A part of me feels jealous, partially sad. I don’t want to be with them, but shouldn’t they still want to be with me? What do you mean, they have gotten over me?! WHAT? How is THAT possible?! Its as if the grip on what I thought I controlled slowly slips away.
But huh?
I don’t want to be with them, yet I expect them to remain enamored with me - how do I justify this?
It is in this apparent 'rejection' that I feel like I scrabble to catch up, but why? Why don’t I feel equally successful while single? Why do I feel like I'm 'falling behind' merely because I am waiting for the right person. Lord knows I've had my fair share of wrong ones. Why do I even consider this rejection? It is as if the 'break up' was the first rejection (even when initiated by me) and it is when they move on that I am hit with the blow of the second rejection.

Why is this a big deal to me right here right now? In the last 2-3 weeks I have bumped into 3 of my exes, and all of them are in relationships - a couple are engaged…I am…still blogging about them…sad …sad…sad.

I am over them - I am over the desire of a relationship with them, but I am not over the desire for a relationship in general; thus I go back to what I know - or memories of what I knew. Memories which are skewed. Have you ever noticed memories don’t seem to retain the negatives and even worse then this, they magnify the positives?

Bottom line - I don’t want to be with anyone I've been with. I need 90% faith, 10% patience, and eventually 1 hot man.

gum disease and dreaming

2006-10-22T01:19:00.000-07:00

Do I have gum disease? I think i might. Yup - pray for me! I think i have gum disease....which, incase you arent aware leads to heart disease ....which incase you arent aware leads to DEATH, ohhh just put me on my death bed now! Ok, so seriously, I was flossing my teeth tonight and they were bleeding - no worries, i kept flossing ...now its been about an hour or two, they are swollen and HURT LIKE A BIATCH!!! I dont understand, i try to have good personal hygiene and this is what i get? I would like my ashes sprinkled at Haynes Point if I die please. (Although I would prefer not to be cremated)

Ok - next note of importance, this so called 'blessing of single life' is almost as bad as gum disease, it has just about run its course, i am ready to ' not be single' anymore and i have a fairly good idea of who i would like to be 'not-single' with - too bad he's not aware, doesnt live here, doesnt read this anymore, hardly knows my name let alone my passion for him and is most likely dating someone! ya...how's that ever gonna happen? oh wait - its not! Its ok - i wouldnt want to leave him a young widower due to my premature death related to heart disease brought on by gum disease.

But if he does read this - be warned - I am not dead yet!

tsk - the life of a dreamer

Saturday at Starbucks

2006-10-10T01:45:00.000-07:00

So, its 1:42 am and I am sitting in Starbucks,
I came here to do homework, and for the most part I have been successful in my attempt.
I am now taking a break to relax and -of course, write.
I have sat here for the past hour listening to the group of Chinese students, I recognize the odd word 'nigga' or 'jigga' which basically means 'this' or 'that' or the odd number, not very entertaining at all.

To the left of me is a table of two men, one of which is sitting with a book- reading? Nah - just sitting with it. 'what is holiness' he asks his company. Wow, quickly on to the next topic, they are now talking about JW's and how there must be a 'JW' patch, or a 12 step program - odd, this would suggest they are not JW's?

To the right of me, sitting at the windows ledge in the comfy chairs are a young guy and girl - probably late teens or early 20's (isnt it past their bedtime?!) they are discussing life and love - possible first date?

She has succumb to the fact that love is for life, while he is taking a more cynical approach, he is convinced that being 'in love' is merely a state of mind - interesting concept.

Ok, so that’s me and my night at Starbucks - and yes I am here alone. I am learning to 'live single well' and in part, this is aiding my venture - eaves dropping on others conversation…

Oh but wait- now the girl is convincing the guy that love is in the alignment of the stars,

My tea is good, it's getting cold - my back hurts and its 1:52 am (yes, that’s AM not PM). Its crazy, I get the fact that this lil establishment is 24hrs, but I honestly thought the crowd would thin out by now - apparently that is not the case. (ps. I really love the jazz that they're playing right now - I feel so 'city', too bad I'm in ABBOTSFORD)

Oh and the girl and guy are arguing now, not about love all be it temporary or permanent, but they have expanded to marrying for money as love is fleeting-
she argues 'it is human nature to love' and he retorts 'so moral of the story, marry for money as love is fleeting' to this I would ask - but then what if they go bankrupt? You failed to marry for love, because you married for money and now there is no money - have no love or no money…now you're just EFFED

girl just asked boy - 'do you like bush? Do you like the war?' !!?!?!?! what the hell!!! - he says 'umm like the war? I think its necessary…'
what a stupid girl, are all girls that stupid?!!? - oh and now the death sentence - she better be philosophically aware and have a decent argument - goodness sakes, no her reason is 'I don’t want to be in charge for taking someone's life' seriously!!! common- DECENT ARGUMENT PLEASE

I now realize there are 2 guys and 1 girl, so not a first date I had originally assumed. the girl has now switched gears to 'spirituality' vrs 'religion' - oh someone said "the bible" *ears perk up* guy #1 asks 'do you believe in werewolves, they're as old as the bible' the girl says 'I believe the bible has truth, but there is fiction too' guy #1 says 'lost in translation?'

Girl says 'do you believe in God, a higher power, or are you an atheist"
Now the guys are talking- I cant really hear but one guy sounds like he has a biblical tendency, the girl is just freaking stupid! The second guy has less of a soft spot for biblical things - this is the one to whom the question was posed.

Guy #1 who favors the bible- says 'religion hasn’t been proven wrong just because science has been proven right' - now they are talking about evolution - boy #1 asks 'how did it start? No answer?' he says 'the bible a better explanation then none at all' dude #2 simply replies with a 'no'.

Debate - science vrs religion. Should I join in? finally there is a half decent debate going on - and notice girl isnt involved, surprise surprise! I almost feel bad for guys (in general) because girls are so dumb - they fall back on their own stupidity- for what? Attention!?

Wow- now they are talking about the meaning of life. Girl says - 'why are we here there must be a bigger reason? We aren't just here to make money and fall in love' ok - so maybe it’s a relevant topic, for once she has made a valid point.

OH MY WORD the bottom of my muffin has like a crumb crust - yummy its SHORTBREAD holy cow i'm in love - and ps. I still love the cd that they are playing.

k, so I debate - do I talk to these people, or do I leave? What do I say if I talk to them? If I don’t talk I'll be like ugh, I should have - but if I do- what do I say? I am learning about evolution in biology- could I use that as a starting point? How they are possibly connected? I know the meaning of life - how about that? Ugh I shouldn’t but I should - but I wont because im a chicken shit and there are three of them. I wish I had balls - do they know that religion and relationship are sooooo different?!!?!?

Girl say - 'no theory or religion can be proven' - is she sure about that? What about the book Case for Christ? Should I suggest the book? Ugh I don’t know. K I'm gonna go home and maybe I'll tell them on the way out. ACK!

Yup - I stepped out of my comfort zone - "I heard you guys talking about science vrs religion, and there is a book that weighs scientific fact against religious truths, it may be an interesting read..." bad me for eaves dropping - but they need Jesus too - I just hope I am thinking of the right book LOL

A Healthy Wife Starts By Living Single Well

2006-10-07T02:07:00.000-07:00

Why are you still single?

Why are you asking such a stupid-ass question?
Ok, so today- as I was going about my business trying to read my email I was visually assaulted by this lava life ad "why are you still single" …it got me thinking,
What is actually so bad about being single? Why shouldn’t I be?
Granted, this is coming from a girl who hasn’t been very single lately but frankly - its my mission to be content, to be 'so good' at being single people wonder why...

The word 'single' has such negative connotations - people look at you as if you are diseased. Have you ever noticed when people ask if you're seeing someone and you say 'no' they look at you in a disapproving way or with the 'aww sweety its ok' look. You know, I'd be ok with it, if all ya'll let me be ok with it.
Even worse- have you ever noticed that those who are married have a higher degree of credibility? Honestly, Its as if the title 'husband' or 'wife' far out-weighs any amount of experience one has had - their age, or their education.

IM SINGLE! For once in my life - I can honestly say confidently that I am single because I want to be, and more likely need to be, not due to lack of options. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to remain single for too long (although length is relative), but I am actually looking forward to it in some kind of weird way.

My sister and I were flipping channels the other day and stumbled onto a soap opera - in this particular scene the husband had been searching for his wife, when he finally finds her, he holds her tight and says "I was worried about you" she asks why, and he replies "I am your husband, my job is to worry about you and make sure you are safe."

Who would have thought the Young and Restless could give me a model of the type of man I want - until I can find a man that smitten with me- I am ok staying single.

One final point - I was dating a man recently who was over the top marriage minded and a part of me thought - I have spent my whole life wanting to be married I have never enjoyed or embarrassed being single, I have merely survived in the shadow of desiring a relationship - I am now in a place where I want to live and thrive in the contentment of being independent, all be it temporary.

So to answer your question lava life 'Why are you still single?' I am single because I can be.
I want to 'live single' so well, that when I finally leave this phase of extreme independence, I will know I lived it to the fullest extent - how devastating would it be to get married and wish I would have enjoyed being single while I had the chance, at that point there is no going back.

today marks a new chapter

2006-10-06T14:06:00.000-07:00

My life has changed 100% over the course of the last year, thus the focus of my blog is also changing - considering i havent posted in over a year, i am sure this wont be a painful blow to anyone - hmm i say 'anyone' as if there is anyone who actually reads this! I will have to look into ways of promoting myself again.
I have to run, as Biology is calling...LOUDLY!
I'll keep up with my new genre later - heck its friday haha what else is there to do on a friday night?!
In the mean time let me catch you up quickly,

As my life stands now :

Car: Honda Civic
Home: Basement suite
Status: single
Program of study: education
Part time job: English tutor
Current area code: 604/778
Schedule: busy

Internationally De-throned

2005-09-08T17:16:00.000-07:00

While perusing through journal entries of my international excursions I was reminded of some of my less flattering moments. So often we abuse the phrase ‘what happens in (enter location here) stays in (enter location here)’ However, does it ever really? Everything I have ever done in Nevada has followed me home, as have other ghastly events which have happened on my meager meanderings. Thus, I believe I shall open my own bag and ‘spill the beans’ to borrow the phrase. Allow me to share a piece of my soul with you, my people, my audience.

The following is quite explicit and upon further reading you consent to assume no differing stance on our friendship, consider myself of no less stature, and take heed of the following: If I have ever or will ever date you, you must never take this into account prior to, during or after kissing me. After all, what happens in China stays in China?

It was a balmy evening, myself and some fellow English teachers decided to hit up a local establishment of consumption. We had been known to frequent this specific location; however, this particular end of day we decided to partake in slightly more than a mere sampling of cheesecake. After a few drinks and some dancing (may I point out there was no dance floor, however groove is in the heart, hence forth we took it to the café) I began to feel the urge to relieve my pressured loins. As I was slightly inebriated my balance was a speck off. If you are unaware of why this is verging on pessimistic, allow me to explain. Chinese facilities are extraordinarily different from those in North America. Not only are they filthy, they provide no toilet (or what we as Canadians have come to define as an acceptable excuse for such a throne) Rather than sitting, you squat into a hole, which has a spray guard similar to that of a urinal. Thus, the lack of balance was not in my favor for such an event. Thankfully, I was wearing a skirt which made the process a smidgen easier, and I was well acquainted with the Chinese style squat, as by this time I had been living in China for a lengthy period of time.
My less than sober self began the process of hiking up my skirt and squatting, I then realized that I had not, up until that moment started to urinate- although the floor was already soggy? I was not yet put off, that is until I took into account the fact I was sporting flip flops and had just approached the point comprehension - my feet were starting to feel damp.
The anxiety caused my loins to loosen and I myself began to add to the already large puddle. It was also at that moment (mid-stream) I began to topple, the steady tributary hit the splash guard of the squatter, ricocheted with festivity and spewed full force upon my countenance. Sadly the expression on my face consisted of an open mouth. As my nerves were filled with utter shock and dismay, my mouth began to fill with …well lets just say it wasn’t shock OR dismay.

Scanty Panties- Midshift drift

2005-06-08T01:36:00.000-07:00

We’ve all been there, the day before your laundry day. The drawers are getting a mite low. You reach for that last item…way, way …..way back….Damnit I thought I had one more…. I do! One single solitary lone pair of underwear left….PHEW. If you are in any way comparable to me you save the worst for last when it comes to your unmentionables. Here’s the rough schedule: Day 1 –5 The ‘new ones’, Day 6- 10 the ‘favorites’, Day 10-16 the ‘im too lazy to do laundry’, Day 17-20 ‘shat, I really need to get laundry soap’ Day 21-25 the ‘its these or full liberation’. As you can see, by day 21-25 diversity becomes paltry, thus you seize what you are able to find. On this particular day, I would have to say it was verging on day 25…the last pair of the ‘totally hate my life’ kinda foundations! There is a REASON they loiter until Day 25. Apparently there was a sense of urgency as I geared up for work and I seemingly bypassed the reasons for avoidance. I landed myself spank blob in the hub of a very uninviting pair of panties, say it with me, panties - my lanta I hate that word. Through out the subsequent hours of exertion at the business establishment for which I labor, this garment of the under clothing persuasion replenished my memory as to why, in fact I had snubbed them throughout the preceding days of the month. They have a nagging tendency to ascend the fold, and take residence in the dimly lit stadiums of the body. By midshift this torment was verging on epidemic. This had become anything but a ‘ride out’ kind of situation, desperate measures had to be taken if I was to successfully complete any amount of toil. I very nonchalantly knelt down by the rack of candy bars, allowing me to maintain full view of the sales floor, while remaining concealed from any possible interferences, I had a goal after all, I could not be interrupted this premature. As I crouched down to terminate my distress, I reach for the toggle of my agony. Mid-plunge, I hear ‘Coral, what on earth are you doing’. At this point I am so startled, let alone embarrassed that my knees (keeping in mind I am in a full on crouch position, pretending to rearrange chocolate bars) begin to recoil and I can feel it, as if I am in slow motion, the speed of plummet increases as I begin my rapid decent onto my ass, toppling backwards into the cash register, the candy airborne in all directions. Now comes the explaining myself….’Coral, I asked you what you were doing!?’ How is one to answer? “well, you see, I have a schedule and today just happens to be day 25, do you understand what day TWENTY FIVE MEANS…well let me explain, you see, I have a schedule…’

Baby got back...Boy got rod!

2005-06-04T01:13:00.000-07:00

In the whirlwind of a bad break up and other such related incidents a certain young lady (namely moi) had lost sight of what was really important, besides my looks of course! I am referring to the habitual unforeseen hilarity of life! It was only a scant moment ago that a certain confrontation by a cold metal rod and some all too friendly neighbors reminded me of the utter delicacy and sheer comedy, which seems to follow me on this expedition of existence as a ‘twenty something’.

Let me embark on the verbal rebirth of these proceedings, travel with me as we sojourn through the events surrounding…. the ASS of Coral, yes I said ass. Apparently mine gets me noticed…far to frequently then one would desire, and this notice is usually for erroneous reasons. It has become an issue of great concern. It all began the other day at work, allow me to reminisce, I deal with a lot of interesting people in my line of work, even I furnish the impression of normality in relation. At the moment of ‘impact’ I was helping a certain chap, it appeared he was going camping. My job is to permit his transition of shopping to camping to be as swift and smooth as possible. As I turn my back to him and proceed to extract his change from the register, I find myself in a very compromising position. I feel my face flush, my knees weaken, my body starting to feel strangely jittery, and I feel something brush my inner thigh. As I try to turn around and face the gentleman to give him his change, I realize that I cannot. First, I am, as I said feeling very unsettled, Second, I have recently come to realize how this ‘compromising’ position has been attained. The man had ostensibly projected his fishing rod into my inner thigh, and upon suggested retrieval it became lodged between my legs and proceeded in an upward motion, to the peak of no return, there I was, standing my back to the customer, a fishing rod stuck between my legs, and sure enough, lodged in an all to fragile region. One must be VERY creative to not only regain their composure, as they have to face the costumer, they must also reach for emergency survival 101, how to unlodge a fishing rod from your ass in a timely and discrete fashion, as not to do any damage to your delicates, whilst trying to not expire of sheer embracement, oh the horror. The kind man apologized for getting ‘fresh’ and gingerly went on his way. I was curious to know what kinda things i could catch if i bought a rod.

Boys may be boys...but i'll be a Bitch!

2005-01-30T01:18:00.000-08:00

It is no secret that in our youth we all make mistakes, evidently (judging by actions of late) the line of 'youth' is blurry for some, namely ex boyfriends!
As some of you know, I was caught up in the follies of my own youth, a 'couple' of years ago...way back when. During this limited time of undue folly a certain male, who shall remain nameless *cough* evil *cough* stevil decided to extend his presence into the scenery of my then lacking life. With this, he brought his own senseless behavior, which I dare suggest far out stupidifized mine. What kind of senseless behavior you might ask? hmmm....name calling, backbiting, and other so called physically intrusive behaviors, need I say more.
As a result of this, great hostility mounted; however, retaining my grasp on reality, and understanding that he to shall pass, I did not allow the dominant traits to take hold of my functioning capacity - rather, I inflicted pain on his cold lifeless heart.
Meanwhile, in another part of town....time went on, and all was forgotten, or so my naivety had led me to believe.
One evening in January (30th to be a little more exact), as Steve (good steve...new steve...nice steve) and I were returning home slightly prior to 1 am, I noticed an obscurity which had taken over my vision. Unsure as to the attributes of this obscurity, Steve stops the car, and gets out. I realize in this moment that there are three young men sitting on a bench, watching us - the road its self is filled with orange pylons. May I mention, this street is negative on the u turn capability, and as proven driving through is a non-negotiable. Thus, Steve got out to move them. As he gets out, I try to decipher the faces of those who have taken residence on the bench...upon enlightenment, I open the door. Aware of the lurking men, Steve gently suggests I remain in the car. I step out, and suggest that the dumb punks pull their shit together and grow up, after all, do they having nothing better to do on a Saturday night? As I am uttering my words of wisdom, I notice - the boy of my past folly has returned to haunt me. Yes indeed- sitting on that bench, EVIL STEVIL!!
As we, once again secure our places in the Cavalier and begin to drive off, a sudden sense of 'damn I'm doing wayyy better then him' fills my senses, only to be followed by.."girl...you look way better then him too!' even after this self assuring moment, we knew there was only one thing left to do, sadly we had no other option then to call the ... po po....
Justice - If you need a definition my friend...sweet, untarnished justice.

The officer asked for a description, all I could think of was- follow the one who looks like an ass!

Coral Ann Scandelous

2004-12-05T23:46:00.000-08:00

My boyfriend lives in a very swish part of town, known to be all too ritzy and snootish. We, or should I say I often complain about how pokey and noisy some of his wealthy neighbors are. They I am sure have their fare share of complaints about me as will soon be pointed out. After an evening of very little excitement, Steve, Jeralee and I decided to for coffee. Jer, got into her car, as Steve got into the mine…being the enterprising girl that I am, and hoping to spur on a little excitement I leisurely walked over to Jeralee’s automobile - as she started her car and the illumination devices came on, there it was situated, the object of most men’s affection my fully pink flesh colored buttocks, staring her right in the face! Yes, my chinos down, my groove on, and my butt in full force. At this point becoming sure that I’ve solidified a prime evening, exposing my bum and all, I hear voices… What was it…but what? Steve was in the car!! I looked up, a feeling utter indignity enveloped me. As I fix my eyes on the piercing light of the motion sensor next door, I see two elderly men, not only had exited from the neighbor’s garage, but were presently facing me as they stood in the driveway! Unnecessary to state that I heaved myself to order and ran to my own car asap, dodging any unnecessary glances of disapproval I may receive, feeling all to heroic in the interim.

Mobile 'Hose' and a One Night Stand?

2004-11-06T01:27:00.000-08:00

What do a mobile hose service and a one night stand have in common?
Oh, i cannot even express the utter pain of humor i have felt this week. Although seemingly sexual both are fairly innocent. It all began prior to the eve of October 31. I had an extreme idea drought for the costume i was to fashion on halloween. Seeing as I myself was hosting the party lacking a costume was not an option. Needing prompt aid, i turned to my sister. Thankfully my family is never at a loss for a creative edge, by the time i had left her apartment I was fired up and ready to go. It was true, I had found a scathingly brilliant costume idea, no thanks to my own strength. I worked on my costume for slightly more then 1.5 hours and by the night of the party it was primed and ready to go! Feeling all too confident, I walked the floor like it was my own private catwalk, and puting the song into full affect (or is it effect??) I shook my little tush on the catwalk, ya the catwalk, uh huh the catwalk... Once you become a parent you have a deep sense of pride for your child, this is how i felt about my costume, it was something I had created, it was piece of me, the single most important thing that evening-
so what on earth could give me so much joy and fulfillment? I, yes I coral scott, had for once in my life become a one night stand! lol....mhmmmm thats right! From the cardboard box and a lamp shade to an alarm clock and glass of water! I was outfitted from head to toe as a one night stand.

So why the 'mobile hose'? Steve and I decided to go for breakfast the other day, after I put the meals damages on the visa, we headed out...as we were leaving the eating establishment I noticed a particularly odd truck which read 'Mobile Hose Service' To some this may have gone unnoticed, however, this is Coral we're talking about and at 10am and I had not yet had a good dose of morning chuckle...evidently the slightly risque humor was lost on Steve... needless to say I related the next scantily clad female I saw to the mobile "hoes" service truck I had seen earlier, I wasnt aware it was legal to post advertisements for that type of business on cube vans!

I've been hit!

2004-11-05T13:26:00.000-08:00

Well...i never thought i'd fall prey to the whiles of the email world; but alas, it has hit me and I too am a blogger. I have come to the ultimate conclusion that my life, be it heaven or hell needs to be shared with all who choose to read. Everyday stories of my life are lost in the files of my mind, never to return, never to be shared! It is as if everyday prior to bed i have a memorial for the death of events which will never be replayed or remembered. The stories that will not live on to inspire and encourage, or even worse- they will not cause people to laugh so damn hard they wet their pants or throw up, as I have a tendency to do!

So to borrow the phrase, there's only one life to live...thus, these are the stories of my life, as the world turns