December 04, 2008
But this day was a tipping point. Since then, I have felt the Importance Scale tip from real life to imaginary.
And some days I am just overwhelmed by how happy I am.
How much I love you all.
Today is one such day.
Tomorrow night we have an FRG meeting. I don't know anyone in my FRG. I don't even know where my husband's company is located; I had to ask him via chat how to get there.
My real life is the illusion, and you are my world.
I live in a gulch in my mind and I am surrounded by the most wonderful people.
I don't think it's possible for anyone to feel more blessed than I do right now.
November 30, 2008
The du Toits are done blogging.
And so, it has come to this.
Preaching to the Choir
I can't even say any more.
I am crying.
November 28, 2008
I am thankful for...
Nelson Ascher's Forget The Idiots Today
Lilek's Notes From the Olive Garden
Den Beste's Cultural Cross-Pollination
Marc Miyake's Pariah Against a Prophet
The Dissident Frogman's Consecration
Bill Whittle's Courage
Varifrank's Thank You For Delaying My Flight
Kim du Toit's The Pussification of the Western Male
Mrs du Toit's Fight or Flee
Greyhawk's On Leaving
AWTM's Trick or Treat
Joan d'Arc's I'll Make It Up To You
Rachel Lucas' You're Decent, But Just Confused and Stupid
CaliValleyGirl's Permanent Party
Crazy Aunt Purl's Fat Girl
I know I have forgotten posts and that there are many more that I am thankful for. But I have been working on this for over two hours, and I just have to let it be.
Please leave links in the comments if you have blog posts you are thankful for.
November 13, 2008
November 12, 2008
In September at the BlogWorldExpo, I was sitting on a sofa at the expo next to Guard Wife. We both had our laptops out and were messing with our blogs. I saw she was posting something, and I peeked over her shoulder and then joked, "I'll wait and read it when you publish it." Once she published, I pulled it up and saw that she had blogged that she had a headache and wished she had some pain meds. I turned to her and said, "I have some Tylenol right here in my bag." And then we cracked up that we had been sitting side by side for a long time and I only knew what she was thinking because she blogged it.
Now THAT is the blogging lifestyle to the extreme.
Of course, I already told you that I love surfing the web side by side with my friends. My husband bought a laptop in Iraq, and I giddily exclaimed that we could sit in the same room on our computers.
It's the little things that tickle me.
October 29, 2008
October 27, 2008
October 18, 2008
Okay, okay, so maybe were headed down a road toward mindless, self-obsessed lives where every event is reduced to words and camera angles. Every moment imagined through the lens of a cinematographer. Every funny or sad remark scribbled down for sale at the first opportunity.
A world Socrates couldnt imagine, where people would examine their lives, but only in terms of movie and paperback potential.
Where a story no longer follows as the result of an experience.
Now the experience happens in order to generate a story.
Sort of like when you suggest: Lets not but say we did.
The storythe product you can sellbecomes more important than the actual event.
One danger is, we might hurry through life, enduring event after event, in order to build our list of experiences. Our stock of stories. And our hunger for stories might reduce our awareness of the actual experience. In the way we shut down after watching too many action-adventure movies. Our body chemistry cant tolerate the stimulation. Or we unconsciously defend ourselves by pretending not to be present, by acting as a detached witness or reporter to our own life. And by doing that, never feeling an emotion or really participating. Always weighing what the story will be worth in cold cash.
That is how a hardcore blogger lives. Every life experience is seen through the lens of how it's going to be blogged. Everything is a vignette, put out there for all to read. And while you're living the joy or sorrow of a situation, in the back of your mind you're also composing the blog post about it.
It's a way to process. A way, like Palahniuk says, to step outside the situation a little and view it as a "detached 'witness.'"
Because sometimes you need that.
I'm not pregnant.
October 16, 2008
And yes, I am more than freaked out by this.
I can't even talk about it anymore.
I am an emotional, ridiculous mess today. I feel strung out and beaten.
God, I hope that means I'm pregnant.
October 11, 2008
My mom said tonight, "You can't stop blogging. You're doing a disservice to the hundreds of thousands of people who read you."
I said, "Um, try like 300 people."
My mom thinks I am way awesomer than I am.
October 06, 2008
Amritas honors my blogoversary with a Tangut of my name. I think he's my longest-running blog friend.
October 04, 2008
Anyway, I had to laugh that things haven't changed much from one deployment to the next:
Sarah: I have more in common with him than with anyone on the planet; I got lucky that he was a guy instead of a girl! More than anything I just miss hanging out with him, watching Futurama and talking about politics. Each day we get to chat online for like 30 minutes.
annikagyrl: first war where that's been possible, i guess. Thank you Yahoo!, lol
Sarah: We're sorta an odd couple, I'm sure. For example, yesterday we spent our entire time talking about why the dollar is so weak against the Euro. Probably most couples don't talk about that stuff!
Chuck Z's wife laughed at me that my husband and I use our deployment conversation time to talk politics. But every chat is full of names like Obama, Palin, Krauthammer, and Steyn. We spend most of our time talking bailout and Biden. Is that abnormal? It seems fun to me.
October 02, 2008
And my little brother found the group and joined too. Sniff.
September 21, 2008
Last night was fun, hanging out with my imaginary friends. AWTM and I were the last ones standing. She is a chatty drunk, stopping numerous times along the way home to tell random passersby to beware of the porn peddlers on the strip. And to tell several casino security guards they look like Reno 911.
Also, note to self: never drink rum & coke, wine, beers, amaretto sour, and gin & tonic all in the same night. And then get on a plane the next morning. After four hours of sleep.
But my drinking days are over, and they sure went out with a bang last night! I start fertility treatments in the morning.
September 20, 2008
Last night I got into Vegas and, after an annoying mix-up and no one calling me back to let me know where to meet them, I ended up just going to bed. AWTM rolled in in the middle of the night and fell asleep the instant her head hit the pillow.
I, on the other hand, only slept from midnight to 2:00 and then 5:00-7:00. Not good. The time change threw me all off.
As does the fact that I'm in the desert and my lips feel like they're going to shrivel and fall off.
But I'm sitting on a sofa beside Guard Wife, surfing the internet together. Sigh...heaven.
September 19, 2008
I was joking with Guard Wife the other day that my favorite thing about my internet buddies is that I don't have to pretend I'm not glued to my computer all day long. When I hang out with people in the Real World, I have to pretend I'm not jonesing for a trip around the 'sphere. In contrast, when I went to visit AirForceFamily, all three of us adults sat around the kitchen table with three laptops and surfed the internet together.
Course, when I was a kid I used to play marathon games of solitare alongside my brother as well.
Come to think of it, I used to host BYOB parties: bring your own book. My friends and I would literally sit in a room and read together.
Apparently I really like to do solitary activities in a crowd.
Where was I? Right, Vegas. I'm headed to Vegas to surf the internet alongside some of my favorite people on this planet.
July 28, 2008
But the husband sent me a link today, noting that this cruise might be a bit more up our alley. I swear, when I read the first five names, my heart skipped a beat. Can you imagine getting those guys on a boat? It'd be like stalking Instapundit in Vegas, only there'd be nowhere they could escape from me! Muhwahaha.
No, seriously, I want that cruise. And I don't care one iota about the itinerary; we could circle Lake Michigan for five days for all I care. Hubs, someday can we take a nutjob cruise?
June 20, 2008
When I wrote my 100 Things post, I got a comment from some douche who said that it was the most self-centered thing he'd ever read. The comment is long gone since it was back on Blogspot, but I always thought that was hilarious; isn't the whole point of a 100 Things post to talk about yourself? I thought that was the dumbest comment anyone could leave on someone's blog.
Boy, today that one got topped.
Just to make sure everyone sees the heartfelt comment Sally left today:
I think you need to get over yourself and give your friends a break. There are alot others out there that have these kind of problems. Yes it's sad but how much more do your friends want to hear about it. This is all you blog about anymore. Time to move on and consider others for awhile.
Poor Sally is tired of reading about my miscarriage. Since she pays good money to come here and read quality content, I'd better change my blog to make it more what she wants to read. Oh no, wait, she pays jack squat to read this site, so maybe she doesn't get a say in it.
But apparently I need to consider you guys, my readers. You don't want to hear about dead babies and heartache; you come here to find political commentary that you can find hundreds of other places. I should've spent my time researching current events and writing about that instead of sitting on the toilet bleeding for a week. Gosh, how rude I've been in not thinking of you, my readers and what you want me to say.
Because lord knows you couldn't find commentary on Obama and McCain anywhere else for the past week. How boorish of me to be wrapped up in my dead baby and all. A thousand apologies.
I mean, seriously, are you kidding me with this, Sally? If you don't like my blog content, click fucking elsewhere. Don't leave a snide-ass comment about how you don't like what I have to say.
You're the one who needs to get over yourself, lady.
And learn to spell basic words, like "a lot."
June 19, 2008
Obama said that we arrested and tried those responsible for the 1993 WTC bombing. He also compared the Boumediene decision with the Nuremburg trials.
Powerline explains why what Obama said is not factual. It takes a trial lawyer familiar with Nuremburg to point out where Obama is wrong. I am not a trial lawyer; I am glad people like the men at Powerline donate their time to explain these details.
But people like Obama can go on TV and say whatever they want, and most voters don't visit Powerline to get the full story.
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