I wish I were a better reader....

I used to read A LOT when I was a kid. I mean, I had my own book shelf in my bedroom that was FULL of books; all of which I had read at least twice. I loved to read. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't the kind of kid who stayed inside all the time and never played or watched tv or anything like that, but I still managed to read a lot of books.

I was a quick reader. I learned how to read at an early age and so I was reading at a fourth grade level by the time I got to the first. I still read very well, but I do it for content. Meaning, when I read I read pretty slowly. I savor every word, and I like to be totally immersed in what I'm reading. I love the feeling of reading about a stormy day where the clouds are as black as the night sky and the rain comes thundering down in sheets as lightning hits the steeple of the local church setting it ablaze. Only to look out my window and see that in fact it is a beautiful summer day. The sky is blue as the Caribbean sea with barely a wisp of a cloud and the blue birds play on the wind with the robins while the ants playfully make off with the neighbors picnic lunch.

I really love book stores. Any kind of book store. I love to go in and take in all the stories around me. I imagine what each book is about and savoring every page. But for some reason I simply can't do it any more; read like I used to I mean.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I buy books in bulk. Literally, I don't just buy one book on a subject, I buy 5. For anyone who knows me they probably know I'm an ancient Egypt freak. I mean I'm the geek with the National Geographic VHS video's that you have to buy off tv. And I've watched them all, at least twice and probably more. I've even got Egyptian tattoo's. So, when my boss' husband recommended a book called Fingerprints of the Gods I HAD to read it. He made it sound simply too tempting. But, when I went to find it on half.com I didn't just buy the one book, oh no not me. I bought 5 books by the same author!

Now, they're here, and I want to read them, I honestly do. But for some reason I simply can't bring myself to pick it up and open to the first page. I think maybe part of my problem is that I'm afraid I'll be disappointed. I'm the type of person who has to be caught within the first page or two or else I put it down and never pick it back up. I'm afraid I'm going to pick up this book and not just love it. Honestly, I think I've analyzed it way too far in my brain. I'll pick up the book soon. But for now, I suppose I'll just look at it and hope that it's going to be good.

God, I wish I were a better reader....

I'm a Joiner...

In fine Tamara fashion, I've decided to take on more than I should. Not more than I want to, or more than I can handle, just more than I should. I love to write in my blog; but as anyone can see I'm not very good at keeping it a regular habit.

Soooo I've joined a group to blog once a week. We're all military wives from various branches and we're writing about what it's like to be us. Surprise, it's totally different, and completely the same!

I blog on Mondays, and I'm even given a topic. How easy is that!?! I don't want to write for a living, cause then it wouldn't be any fun, but I like that someone gives me a topic to write about.

So far I've only written one blog, but it's going to be so much fun I can tell. I think all of the women so far are chicks I would like to know in my "real" life if we weren't so scattered.

Any way, for those of you (and I know there are just simply a ton of you! HA! more like just me) who are too lazy to go to my profile page and click on the link to my other blog, you can simply click on the banner, and it will take you straight there. Hooray for technology!

Ignorance is bliss??

Lately I feel like I must have a new tattoo. Something that I didn't ask to have put on my body, and NEVER would for that matter....I feel like I've got "STUPID" tattoo'd across my forehead.

Apparently, everybody but Leo and I can see it. Because people keep treating me like I'm stupid. I'm not really, I promise. In fact, I tend to believe that I'm slightly smarter than average. I'll be the first to admit that I'm no genius, but I'm definately not a retard.

So, to any clients, friends and even strangers out there....STOP LYING TO ME! I'm not a fucking idiot, and I know when you lie to me!! I also hate it when I'm talked down to. When someone talks down to me I feel like I need to reach out and cut their tongue out with a rusty spork. Seriously, it makes me feel like a child.

STOP TREATING ME LIKE A RETARDED CHILD!

Sometimes I think it would be easier to be that stupid. Then I just wouldn't get irritated by it, cause I wouldn't know any better....Ok, I'm done.

Preachy, Preachy!

So, I know that U2 can totally get preachy and all, but I heard this song the other day and I can't get it out of my head. So, I'm gonna put the lyrics up here, cause it's a cool song any way; and the lyrics are so poetic.

U2 "Bullet the Blue Sky"

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it’s america
Outside it’s america

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children who run into the arms of america

OOOO I LOVE Good Gossip!

Alright, so I'm a woman, and I simply wouldn't be doing my womanly duties if I didn't gossip every now and then. Not that I think anyone is going to know what I'm talking about, or even care. But it simply is TOO GOOD to not put in here!!!





Now, don't misunderstand my intentions. I'm not trying to break up a marriage, or even hurt anyone, I just needed to tell someone. And who can you tell if you can't tell your journal right?

So, the other day Leo and I were in the mall when we ran into an old acquaintance. Not someone either of us associate with any more due to the fact that she's one of those Navy Wives. She's the kind that give all of us good wives a bad name. Children by other men, claiming false rape to convince her husband she "wasn't cheating"; yea one of THOSE wives.

Any way, we're nice people and she didn't fuck with our affairs so we politely said hi and settled in for what we thought would just be a slight exchange of pleasantries. Since she's divorced and all we didn't see the harm any more, and figured if anyone saw us we wouldn't be associated with that type of person and or lifestyle. BOY were we in for a surprise! Well, I was any way. Apparently Leo knew this already, he just hadn't said anything to me (he doesn't like drama, probably because he's a guy and doesn't realize that drama and gossip are everyday staples of life, at least to a woman).....

Come to find out that we have a cheating spouse amongst us! The rat bastard is so good he even had ME fooled! Don't worry, it's not yours. She's an old acquaintance of mine, nothing major. But I never would have thought that he was the cheating type....and NO I won't tell you who it is either. Like I said before, I'm not here to cause marital problems, just share the juicy gossip.....but I digress....

So, I was seriously disinclined to believe her until she said that she had kissed him herself (uh huh...), and danced with him at the bar (yea right, sure...), and had a message from him on her cell phone still (WHAT!?!)!! So, you're thinking to yourself, "Oh sure, a message on a cell phone, that could be any old guy..." but wait, he's one of those guys that has a pretty recognizable voice. Not Vin Diesel recognizable, or even Billy Crystal recognizable, more like Nicolas Cage recognizable. Specific tones, and ways that things are said make you KNOW who is on the phone, plus he says his name. Now, honestly to his defense (and I mean slight, I know you're guilty but have to do my job because I'm your free court appointed lawyer defense) it didn't say anything dirty. However, the fact remains that he called this woman. He mentions that he fell asleep on the way home from the bar (AH HA! Another truth to the original story, they were at the bar together!) but he made it ok, and that he would call her later....call her later!?! EEWWWWWWWWW!!!! Just the fact that he even called her (remember she's one of those Navy wives), is fishy to me.

The voice mail was the deal breaker for me. I had to believe her after that. It had just confirmed her story, so why would she lie about making a date to meet up with him the next Saturday (after the bar incident) for a little more than grinding and kissing on the dance floor (that would be sex for those of you who didn't get my hint)? Which she says never even happened because of schedule changes and time restraints. The fact that they didn't meet for sex just clenches the story for me that she's telling the truth. I'm inclined to start calling this man Templeton, in fact, lets.

So, where was his wife when all of this was happening? Out of town apparently.

OH WAIT! It gets BETTER!! THEN Leo says, well, I guess he really was sleeping with that chick!! OH MY GAWD! I guess he had heard rumors through different sailors on other boats and such that he had been sleepin with some chick; but he never thought it was actually true. SEE we never thought he was that kind of guy!

Guess we were wrong, and Templeton is going to have his smorgasboard....