Hurricane Irene And National Disasters

You may not know how much a Hurricane can disrupt my life…
...or more so that of my Children…
…We live in Colorado Springs…
…We don’t have Hurricane's here.

You would be very surprised though how much my Children’s life and sometimes even mine is affected when, now, a National disaster strikes.

Note…I am no longer a Military wife but I still deal with ALL the upheavals that Military Spouses deal with, last minute TDY’s, working late and such.

My Ex works at USNORTHCOM and is active duty. He’s kind of a big deal…I’m not talking about Leather Bound books (that’s an allusion to the movie Anchorman).

Yesterday was my LoveBug’s 8th Birthday…Hurricane Irene at the moment is thrashing its way up the Eastern seaboard.
My Ex has Our Children on Thursdays, Fridays, every other Saturday and Sundays.

Note…He has them on Sundays because he is in charge of their Religious instruction;)…and we all know having a Witch raise your Children probably isn’t looked upon with delight by a very Religious Christian Man. I do however teach them every thing I know about ALL religions to include singing Hebrew Songs and explaining the finer nuances of Judaism, all different paths of the Christian Religion (of which there are many), Islam, Shinto, Buddhism and the such…Religions are one of my favorite subjects and I know more about them than many people.
http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-spell.html

I love digressing…I’m done now.

Thursday I picked up the Children from school and later got an e-mail from my Ex…
…’5pm meeting…’
Me…’I understand…’
He called later that evening, around 7:20ish…
…”Hey, I have to be at a meeting early in the morning. Do you have plans for tonight?…”
Me…”It’s all good. No biggie...”
I hadn’t fed them yet so Kat and I threw dinner in the oven and I had to explain to my Children that they were going to stay with me for the night, their Dad’s night and why…

To my Children...
Me…”Hey guys, listen your Dad is really, really busy at work right now and has to be up early in the morning so you guys are gonna stay with me…”
Then I went on to explain what was going on with the Hurricane and showed them video and told them…
…”Your Dad is really important and all the people on the coast need him to organize things so they all stay safe…you know your Dad saves people…”

…He came over at about 7:45 to give the Children a hug and a kiss…I know it’s hard on him too.

Last night we were all going to have dinner together for LoveBugs Birthday…I E-mail my Ex around 5:30...
…'I know you are bogged down…yada, yada, yada…anything I can tell him? I have told him you are very, very busy.’
He called me back almost immediately and said he had to have a dinner break anyway and would get away and meet us at 6:45.
Thankfully for my Children he was able to take them for the night after our dinner and he dropped them off at my place this morning at 6:45.

I can’t tell you how often I’ve explained why he had to head out of town last minute or had to work late…or early even...

…The disappointment of my youngest when he sees me at the school when he expected to see his Dad.
He get’s mad at me…not his Dad.

While we were married I had to illustrate in terms young Children could understand why he would be gone so long…
To Save...
…The Sand People…(Afghanistan).
…The Water People…(Sri Lanka and New Orleans)
…I think you get my train of thought and how I handle their fragile minds and psyches…

...while instilling support and respect for my Ex-husband.

It affects my life as well…
…I cancel plans, I leave people waiting for me…
…For the most important reason in the world…
My Children.
…To be there when they need me no questions asked.

Note…My divorce is like a Rose…most people only see the pretty petals not the thorns…this is not one of the thorns but the petals...

I know it’s difficult for Military Spouses (Police, Fireman and such…) to explain the harsh realities of life to their Children…at all ages…
The most important advice (I know you didn’t ask for it though) is to always stay positive and never ever show frustration or let them know how you are really feeling…no matter how scared you are.
If you are scared, irritated or frustrated you call a friend and share with them…
…never ever let your Children over hear you…
…It will keep them sleeping better at night which will in the end help you too.

Las Vegas, Volume 3: Shit Happens

I wonder if you can imagine what we REALLY conversed about on our trip…
…You can’t.
…You may think you can imagine but…
…No…
…It’s nothing that would enter your neuron system.

Shit happens…and sometimes…
…It just doesn’t…

Please understand we are not just friends…we are all GREAT friends and share all sorts of sordid moments of our lives with one another...

On the second day of our trip one of the F’s says…
…”I haven’t pooped yet.”
Then 2 others chimed in…
…”Me either…”

From then on out the shit didn’t hit the fan…for days…but when it did…it blew.

While walking somewhere…
…”I’m gonna walk back here, you guys just go ahead of me.”
The laughter would inevitably ensue like little boys girls.

…”There were so many people in there I don’t think anyone would have guessed it was me.”
…”I’m gonna loose so much weight when I go to the bathroom.”
…”All that work and all I got was a nugget.”
…”Ok…so I’m gonna have the special…on top of the guacamole, the salad, and all the rest of the food I’ve eaten since I’ve been here…let’s just layer that all on!”

Finally on our last night 3 of us walked home and 3 of us took a cab home from…
…where ever we where…

I took the cab and we received a text…
…’At the Bellagio. The girls just unloaded!! It was for ___!!”

Those of us that took the cab laughed our asses off. I guess it had been a close one.

Nothing is sacred with me…My friends know this.
I didn’t name the F’s though…
If I’m gonna share this shit stuff I’ll at least give them some ambiguity.

Come on?!
You and your friends don’t talk like this with one another?

Las Vegas, Volume 2: A Man’s Wet Dream

6 Women one bathroom…

The first morning before F15 had arrived the 5 of us got ready in ONE hour…
...5 Women, ONE bathroom!
…soon to be SIX!

Do you wonder how we did it?

Note…All of us Women have some form of body dysmorphia. I had joked before we left that I thought it would be a good idea when we get to Vegas to prance around our room naked in front of each other.

<——This is our shower and tub. Please notice our shower is glass.









This is our bathroom before we took ownership———>

There we were with all our body image issues and we knew we were going to be running around showering naked in front of each other…this thought was frightening to me…I have SERIOUS body issues.

I hate my boobs breasts. F1 and F15 have some serious racks on themselves and I compare myself against them with a keen eye.
F69 also has an amazing pair on her, that she was born with. She need not wear something to hold them up a bra. F2 never really talks about her boobs breasts. I know SF doesn’t like hers…she’s like me like that.

Anyway…
…We talked amongst ourselves trying to figure out who would take the longest. I knew I should go last…it takes me no time at all to get ready and I take great pride in that fact…it just looks like I do.
After our first try with the shower we came to the conclusion that…
F1 takes the longest…She actually takes fucking forever to get ready.

My first shower I had F69 facing me on the dressing stool reading to me ‘Things to do in Vegas’ or some shit like that. My friends were all in some stage of dress or wrapped in towels making up their faces and blowing out there hair.

It was awesome.
No. We didn’t take any pictures of ourselves in various stages of undress but we should have.

<——This is me and SF getting ready.





One night when we were all getting ready to go out and I had on a strapless shirt with no bra. I was telling them how much I hated my boobs breasts…
The F's…”Show us.”
…So I unzipped my self from my confines shirt and bared my self. It was very freeing. You have no idea how freeing it really was. My other friend who lives in Vegas was hanging out with us and she shows off her new ‘lift’…nothing implanted just a lift…they looked amazing.

I should also tell you that every time I got dressed I started off buck naked in front of our picture window not caring if anyone could see in…
…again very freeing for me…
...and all my body dysmorphic issues.

Ok…maybe it wasn’t a Man’s wet dream, I just named it that you would ready my shit blog.

Las Vegas, Volume 1: Getting To...

You have never seen 5 Women more excited to get out of town than F1, F2, SF, F69 and myself…(F15 was meeting us Friday night, she has a real job).
…I am amazed our Children didn’t have road burn from us shoving them out of moving vehicles as we dropped them off at school on Thursday morning.

Note…We didn’t really shove them out of moving vehicles…we all came to complete stops first.

We were on a tight schedule and had to drive to Denver.
We also had to get all our suitcases there, all 8 of them, not just us.

I drove…and only encountered one retarded mentally slow woman on the road. She gave me the finger. I swear I did not cut her off…I had my indicator or for a couple of minutes and she would NOT let me in…so I just let myself in.

…anyway we get there unhindered or scathed.

We flew Southwest so we had to stand in a que, which I might add is much better organized now than the last time I flew Southwest, which would be many, many moons ago.
We were all in group C and knew we wouldn’t be sitting together.
...I turn the corner as I enter the aircraft and I see one seat open in the middle between 2 dudes…everything in my Wiccan gut said…
…”No, not there.”
Then I spotted 2 seats next to an older gentleman…that’s where F1 and I sat. SF sat between the 2 dudes…and I think there was a little regret about her choice after awhile.
The Man we sat with was a lovely being named, Bruce.

…Bruce,” So what are you going to do in Vegas?”
Me…”Dress like whores and lay around pools."
We got to know him in our hour and a half flight…we got to know everyone around us though.

So SF had sat in-between these 2 dudes…ones name was Jeff. Obnoxious is not even a proper description. One good thing did come out of meeting Jeff…
…One of F69’s now graduated cadets from USAFA had made her a bet that she couldn’t get a 26 year old to buy her a drink…
…So we are exiting the plane and Jeff say’s he want’s to buy us all a drink…
Me…”How old are you?”
J…”26”
All of us…”NO SHIT!”
There was a coo-coo clock on the line…so we let him buy us a drink…
…We all admitted to ourselves that we had ‘buyers remorse’…

…It turned out he was staying in our hotel….Ahgggghhhhhhhhh!!!!

We all rode the shuttle together though as we are not total bitches…
…However when it was time to check in we let him go ahead of us and we meandered and waited…spying to see if he was done…it took him forEEeeevvver!!!

We wanted no association at all with him.
…and we had none.

Blond Vs Brunette

Last week on the the Today Show there was a segment…
Do Blonds get treated differently than Brunettes?

The producers of this segment through my eyes screwed up royally.
The woman they used had longer hair than me, she was very attractive…but they really didn’t change her hair drastically enough through my eyes for there to be any noticeable difference.

I think if you are going to do something you should  do it…no half ass job here.

Go big or go home right?


I make changes to my hair that can be regarded as…
…Violent.
The other day I had a hair appointment. I had already decided, weeks ago, I was ready for a physical change to my hair. It had nothing to do with the Today show segment.
I hadn’t gone Platinum for a while and for months had been working with my Hair stylist just so I could bleach the shit out of it go Platinum. Neither of us wanted my hair falling out.

So on to…
…Blond Vs Brunette…

The answer for the viewers of the Today show segment…the REAL answer…
Yes, there is a huge difference in…
...how I am treated…

I have a tube top on…I’m not naked.

...looked at…
…approached…
...how much more attention I get…

…and how I see myself.

I drive a MiniVan. When I’m a Brunette I may get some looks and a few stares but with my hair bleached Platinum I am scene seen and noticed a tenfold more.

I’m often looked at like I have boogers hanging from my nose a bat in the cave, even as a Brunette but as a Blond, little Children rubber neck as they are released from school when I am picking mine up…
…Men gawk at me as I pass by when their wives are looking the other way.
…Women just…glare at me, sometimes it’s not in a nice way.

I don’t dress any different as a blond or a brunette…
...Or maybe I do.

When you change your hair so excessively it does make you adjust how you see yourself…
…I only see myself differently though when I look in the mirror.
I forget sometimes that my hair has been modified because simply put, I’m not looking at myself.

When I’m a Brunette I feel a bit plain Jane just a Mom. I still hold myself up, shoulders back, chest and ass butt out…

...but...

...When I catch my reflection as a Blond and I am ‘made up’ with one of my many pairs of fabulous shoes I feel like…
...a German super model.
…and that’s not such a bad way to see yourself.

Packing For Vegas

F1, F2, SF, F15, F69 and I are heading to Las Vegas, August 18-22.

I know the anticipation for a trip is usually more exciting than the trip itself…
…We are making the most of this trip by making the actual getting ready/packing an event all of it’s own...

We discuss almost on a daily basis what we are packing…not what shows we are going to see.
I don’t know even if we are going to any shows.

F1 puts together our weekly, and daily schedule of where we are to be and what time…Not in Vegas but here in C-Springs weeks before we even go to Vegas.

It’s almost ridiculous, almost.

…As much as were are obsessed with our clothing and shoe options…
...I need to digress for a moment for humors sake.

...We have discussions at length about our Period, Cycle, Aunt Dot, The Curse.

Note...Our Children started school a couple weeks ago after two month off.
We were away from each other.
Our cycles that were in sync are no longer in agreement.

3 of my friends are all supposed to start on the 18th or there around…One bathroom 6 Women…(I’m working on an up-grade though)…3 women on their Period…
I seem to have a powerful Uterus, albeit useless one, that is NOT going to be shedding itself while we are there… and they want to start early and get it over with….so they rub their bellies on mine or I do the ol’ Wiccan Uterine blessing…
…It’s not the first time we’ve done this silly blessing move.

Note…The Uterine blessing is me moving my hands in a circular motion 5 to 6 inches around my lower abdomen then I throw my energy towards them. Then we laugh Hysterically, because we have not had hysterectomies yet…so we still can;)

Some of the things I’ve heard and maybe said in the last 2 weeks…

…”I have to wear a panty liner. I leak sometimes so I can’t wear those pants.”
…”I don’t want to look like a cheap midwesterner with no style sense.”
…”Holy shit put those back in the closet now…you MAY NOT wear them.”
…”When we are at the pool please let me know if my tampon string is showing.”
…”Just cut it shorter.”
…”I just tuck mine into my nooks and crannies.”
…”If I have to go through that scanner thing will they be able to SEE the tampon inside of me?”

I think we are all hoping it’s not going to be a bloody mess…said in my best British accent...

Now back to packing…

This is my room

As we sat on each others beds...
...we hymmed and hawed and every so often laughed at what we owned while we looked at options and tried on stuff…
...and threw out ideas.

My house was last week. I don’t think any of them cared what I was bringing, they just wanted to see what I could pack for THEM.
F1 sat on my bed and just tried on shoe after shoe…while I pranced around in a totally see through skirt with adorable panties on underneath. They thought I had intended it to be a cover up for the pool…

We are going to be inVegas I think dressing whorish is perfectly acceptable.

…”I think it’s whorish in a classy kind of way.”
The skirt is black chiffon, ankle length and flows behind me when I walk.
It’s a classic!…and when I say see through I am NOT joking.

Dresses and shoes piled all around us as I showed them things they had never seen.

Bathing suits we have covered…or not….I think I could use some even smaller ones…
…now that I have scene seen some of F15’s!
Holy cow they are tiny and I thought my little itty bitty black one was small.
Our day plan is to spend a great deal of time by pools, cocktails in hand…
…laying perfectly still so as not to let anything jiggle.

As far as shoes go I had to get a new pair the other day…at one of our planned events…a trip to DSW.
What kind of shoe does one wear to a Vegas pool and look hot?
I have more Stilettos than there are days in a year…not really…but I have a LOT!
Those are inappropriate to wear to a pool unless hanging out with Hugh Hefner…
…I think.
Oh…the shoes I bought are a black rubber thong wedge…
The closest thing I have to a ‘flipflop’ now.

So far I am bringing…
11 pairs of shoes
5 ‘blouses’
5 skirts
2 pairs of pants
3 pairs of shorts
7 dresses
4 bathing suits
5 cover ups
…and…
1 pair of panties

I love dressing up but maybe I should re-think what I am bringing…?

The Meaning Of Life

…THE MEANING OF LIFE…

I am in my…pushing 40 right now…next month I embrace a whole new decade.

I think around this time in someones my life The Meaning Of Life is gonna come up…

Last week I had to really look at my life…
…Where I’ve come from...
…Where I am now…
…What the FUCK fuck am I gonna do in the future…

Life isn’t easy, we deal with these
...up’s and down’s
…blows to our self esteem
…you reach a point where the road…has to many crosses and forks
…life in general sucks and you have the answers for other people but not one for yourself

Mean People

The Haters

The Judgers

Note…not the shit talk about your friends when they’re late or leave early…we say that shit to your face.

Last week...

I had an incident where I had been Judged by someone who believes themselves to be very religious, right in every way and that I am wrong in probably every avenue you/they could imagine.

…after thought and my stomach ultimately settling from the upset that was not physical but emotional I came to the clear and concise conclusion…

That person is wrong. 

…but they made me think and now I’ve chosen to stand my ground, finally. 

Last week...
I had another incident where I ASKED to be Judged. I had applied for a job I was made for.
I did what was asked of me and wrote a review. I was professional and not a swear word was uttered used.
I thought it was thorough .
…I was obviously wrong and perhaps as this person shopped around for a new employ someone out there had more experience than me…and that’s not hard to believe…
…all I have is this life I have lead as my experience.
I didn’t get it.
I am not going to say that person was wrong…
http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2011/08/normal-0-0-1-702-4007-33-8-4920-11.html


The Meaning Of Life For…for me is simple.

The power of NOW.

The power to change that which isn’t working.

The power of NOW.

The power to be kind.

The power of NOW.

The power to forgive.

The power of NOW.

The power to love.

The power of NOW.

The power to accept my own happiness.

I sat down on my sofa with my Wasabi Dorito’s and cried and admitted I didn’t have the answers.

I may not know what I am doing but I AM doing it…everyday.
…and everyday I know I make a difference in somebody’s life…a positive one.
To let negative energy in destroys you from the inside out and I refuse it.

In conclusion…
…I am gonna be 40 and I can’t wait…
…because I have ALL the power I need to be ME.
The Un-Holy Trinity that makes Me, Myself and I…
...Kristin.