It Feels Good To Be......ME!!!

Which is funny because there is absolutely nothing happening in Bex World right now. I'm waiting on someone to get in touch with me so I'm kinda stuck in a hold pattern, waiting to land. It should annoy me because I hate waiting and I really hate when someone thinks it's okay to keep me waiting, it's not. For those of you that get a kick out of my knack for injuring myself, I have managed to screw up my neck twice in two weeks. Can you guess what I was doing to sustain an injury that feels like whiplash? Jesus, you guy's have some seriously smutty minds! Get your mind out of the gutter! I was sleeping. Seriously. I hurt myself sleeping. Freaking hurts and of course I never relax, I carry all my tension in my neck and shoulders so as you can imagine, it feels like getting hit with a bat constantly. But it honestly does feel good to be me. I'm not going to stress about other people and once I am done writing I am going to prop up on my pillows and read. I am not going to rush the day and I am not going to let the little things or things I have no control over or small minded people piss me off like they did yesterday. Liberating, isn't it?

Today's news was rather banal, so I switched it off and turned on my tunes. I just retrieved some of my "Lost" music so it's been a minute since I had listened to it, it made me dance. Sometimes in life you have to stop for 5 minutes and dance, no thinking, just let go and dance.

Before switching off HLN News, there was a story that made me giggle a bit. In Missouri, a woman was caught shoplifting in a Wal-mart. Okay, big whoop, right? Except she had a portable meth lab in her purse and started making meth in the loss prevention office! Really wish they had caught that on a viral "People In Wal-mart" video. Really?? Your waiting to be arrested in a loss prevention office and you begin making meth? WOW! Even I can amuse myself for a half hour in a boring office, how bored was she? I want to know 3 things, 1) What went through the cop's and manager's minds when they caught her making meth in an office waiting area? 2) Please oh please tell me what excuse she gave! 3) How big was that fucking purse!?! Is a purse portable meth lab even possible? I just know what I see on TV and the labs are always big enough to explode your trailer and the next 3 trailers down, how do you fit that in a purse?

Bex Rainbow Shout Out goes to Fort Polk, Louisiana! They had a same sex marriage on post in a church despite the fact that same sex marriage is against State law there. It was an active duty soldier holding a private ceremony on a military base, perfectly legal. Ha, fuck you bigoted law! Of course the local news crew found the toothless redneck that commented "I just don't believe those people have a place in our military." Well Johnny Q. Backwoods, I got news for you and this may come as a shock....Gays have been in the military since the dawn of time, sunshine, they just don't have to hide anymore. However, Mrs. Johnny Q. Backwoods went on camera and stated that she was all for it. I think her lack of teeth got considerably less that evening after seeing Johnny's face in reaction to that. Kinda makes you wish Lafayette (True Blood) was a real person, doesn't it???

 Well Faithful Readers, I wish there were more on my mind to share with you! As much as my neck hurts, it's a beautiful day outside and the Sun waits for no one, so off I go...

..Till Next Time,
Suntan Bex :)

A Bex Memory For You....

My dad was never a big reader, it was always my mom. When I was 8, my dad was going through some boxes of his and found a couple of old paperback books. The kind of paperback's that were marked $.70 retail price, lol. I can honestly say that the first 2 that he handed me completely made me tune out and try to wiggle around him to see what other more interesting treasures may be hidden in that box! I wasn't allowed in our back closet so when dad was in there, I was in there or at least trying to get a peek at what wonders could possibly be in there. There had to be wonders in those boxes and suitcases if I wasn't allowed in there because I was never forbidden anything in our house.

As I was trying to serpentine my way around him, he handed me a paperback. "This book is something that you should read, read it front to back and come tell me what you think." I looked at it skeptically at first, this book looked like it had been through hell and back and took several detours along the way. It dawned on me that if this book looked that worn, it meant that dad had read this book many times and it was important enough to be placed, carefully in a box and kept in the forbidden area. He had handed me a copy of Farenheit 451by Ray Bradbury. I left dad to continue his adventures and went directly to lay on my bed and read.

I started reading at a severely young age and I comprehended all that I read. However, as any cerebral person will tell you, reading, comprehending what you read is a completely different creature than having a story reach out and pull you in to it. I had never really experienced that before that day.

I laid across my bed all afternoon, I read that book twice that day. That evening I came downstairs and my dad was sitting on our patio, I just stood there and he asked if I had finished the book. I promptly burst into tears, crawled up on to my dad's lap and cried myself to sleep.

I won't bore you with the details of the conversation that dad and I had about that story or my interpretations of the story itself. After that day, talking with my dad, I was quite certain of 2 things. My dad was the epitome of that quote "Still waters run deep" and that if one story could pull me in like that, there had to be more!! I was completely hooked and I wanted to write just like that when I grew up!

Even today, I will get lost in a story and find it so hard to leave that wonderous land that I will re-read it over and over until I need a new copy. And I like to think that you will read my adventures, my stories or my quirky observations and live them with me through my words. I could never hope to be a Ray Bradbury but if 1 person on this planet reads my words and gets lost in the experience than that is good enough for me.

There are times that it all just seems like too much for me to handle at one time and let's face it, nothing ever comes at me unless it all comes at once in an overwhelming wave. When those times hit me, I lay across my bed all afternoon and I usually read it twice :)

Till Next Time, Faithful Readers,

BEX

No shit Ma, there we were.....

Holy 7 Hell's this has been an adventure! Let's start out with the fact that I sat around waiting for the entire day yesterday, I wrote a blog and that was it. Finally at 4pm we took the boy to Grandma's and me and Dave were off and running. It started out innocently enough, just gonna stop by one of our bars and have a couple beers. It always begins innocent enough! Next thing ya know we're having a conversation with a guy named Wayne that involves Obama in a sex swing getting fisted by George W. No shit Ma, there we were.......

We decided after MANY beers to go by our buddy Terry's place. *Sigh* Somehow I end up reassuring a crying girlfriend (Not mine) that being adopted is ok. Wasn't paying attention to how that came about but hey, whatever. No shit Ma, there we were......

Get a call from a high school buddy inviting us to come have beers at his house. Always starts out innocent enough. Evidently this was around the same time that "Murphy" perked up and started paying attention. Many beers later, Dave passes out in the chair and the rest of us decide it's sleepy time. Now this is the one really shiny spot in an otherwise bizarre story, Oh my freaking Gods I slept freaking awesome!!!! Wake up and do the whole "Dude, gonna collect my roomie and head back home" thing. Walk into the room......"Where's Dave??" "What do you mean, where's Dave?" "I had a Dave, I left my Dave in that chair right there, there's no Dave in that chair, where is Dave?" "DAVE???" No Dave, Dave left. Awesome. My phone's dead. Awesome. I can only remember 1 god damn phone number, My Dad. Call the dad and spent 10 minutes trying to get him to call my mom who has Dave's number, to call Dave to tell him "Asshole, you left me here and I don't even know where here is!!!!" I'll save you the specifics dear reader but there was a couple of HOURS of phone tag. Finally my buddy decided to call me a cab. As luck would have it Dave calls right after we call a cab, so we cancel the cab and I can hear the taxi driver cussing out my buddy out from across the room. 10 minutes later Dave calls to inform us that his tire is flat. Yeah. Awesome. At this point the phrase for today is repeatedly "Are you fucking kidding me??" Okay, find another taxi company because we are definitely NOT calling the angry guy back. 15 minutes later I'm finally in a cab heading back to the suburbs THANK FUCKING GOD!!! Now let's back track for a minute because there is some funny shit occurring while all this craziness is ensuing. My buddies son comes over. The boy is adorable, shy and there is a strange girl in his world, you can understand the kid needs a minute to collect himself and you could see him trying to puzzle this out on his own. Let's face it readers, I don't make allot of sense to myself so I can't make a whole lot of sense to a 7 year old, actually it turns out I make perfect sense to a 7 year old!! Of course his eyes get as big as plates as soon as I take my hat off and he see's the gloriously Pink hair. At this point I'm in all futility trying to start a conversation with a kid that's still trying to figure out who the hell I am!! Army, thank god for the Army. My buddy kept walking out of the room and seriously, not kidding, as soon as he would walk out I was bombarded by a staccato machine gun fire of questioning, LMAO!! He'd come back in the room, silence.......leaves the room, BAM a hundred questions in 10 seconds or less, back in the room, silence......leaves the room, BAM here come the questions!! I was cracking up until he asked me about killing "Bad Guys", he's 7. How does a person answer that question without scarring a 7 year olds brain forever? Man, I just got my buddy back I don't want to be responsible for fucking up his kid 10 minutes after I met him!!! I did what any sane adult would do, I changed the subject and ran away. I ran as quickly as I possibly could. No shit Ma, there we were.......

No, reader, we are only half way through this little debacle. We have reached the half way point and if you are not drinking a beer by this point in the story, you sir are a pussy!

One of my buddies family friends was there and he had me cracking up because honestly I thought our house was the only place on the planet to hear some completely random craziness. He comes out and asks my buddy if he came into his room's doorway last night. ??? "No, wasn't me" "Huh, looked like a bear" ????Silence      "A Bear." "Yeah looked like a bear." My buddy's dad comes in the room. "Hey were you standing in the doorway last night?" "No, why?" "Huh, must've been a bear." Remember this it's very important.

I'm in the taxi, my buddy gave me $45 for a taxi, it came to $44.20. Seriously. Didn't even get a kiss on the cheek for that anal raping. Taxi driver's cell rings and I hear him tell the person "Yeah, I'm in Liverpool, really? Really? Wow I'm sorry!" Hangs up, looks at me and asks "Did you cancel a cab earlier? Cuz that guy is 6 foot 3 and pissed off!" Fuck me silly, Are you fucking kidding me right now?? I get home FINALLY, 4 hours after this all began. Phone immediately on the charger, look at the flat tire, look at Dave and shake my head "I can't believe that just happened". So Dave is explaining to me that he left because he woke up freezing and we were no where to be found "I looked in the rooms downstairs and even stood in the living room for a minute wondering if I should wake this guy up and ask him where ya were." I found the Bear, Dave is a missing Bear. No shit Ma, there we were......and there was a Bear.

I don't know if we will ever be invited back, my wild guess is no. But damn I had a good time and there was a story to tell after. Didn't get the chance to say my goodbye's to this awesomely quirky little group of people because I made my escape rather rapidly once given the chance, So it's left at until we meet again :)

Till Next Time,

BEX, The Lost And Stranded!

I Don't Know and that's what scares me(Oh and zombies)

4 stories in 2 weeks about people eating other people. I hate to say it.....I TOLD YOU SO!!!! Now look at all the fun stories about mysterious rashes popping up and put 2 and 2 together. As odd as this is going to sound, I am strangely ecstatic about the now upon us Zombie Apocalypse! Hooray!!! Finally!! I'll be fine, I've watched enough movies, read all the books, had extensive firearms experience and let's face it, it gives me free reign to shoot things in the head. How much happier could I be?? And as an added bonus, the list of people that I have compiled that I can't wait to put a bullet in well, they're a bunch of panicky pussies so I know for a fact that they'll all get bitten first and if they don't I have a genius plan for making damn sure they GET infected! Ryan, Garcia, I'll meet up with you in the Midwest, less populated more food sources, just give me a day or two to exact some revenge here first. Oh this is like Christmas and Disney land all together with guns and a free license to shoot EVERYBODY!! You can't see it but I'm doing a happy little dance right now.

It feels as if the Universe is in a really weird stand still right now and unless I'm reading this wrong, I've been through this ending before. I'm watching what's happening, just watching it and waiting. And the funny part is that I know what's going on, I've lived this particular cycle but other people are repeating history and blindly not knowing it or at least not identifying that they are. It's going to put me out for a bit but I'll be alright. Unfortunately though, I'm sitting still waiting and watching therefor my world is suffering. Now I know that was a really stupid thing to do, I perfectly understand where I fucked up. In my defense, my world kinda took a twisty 2 weeks ago so the reason I've been doing the watcher thing is because I needed the time to kinda put my pieces semi together again. I failed. But while I was failing myself, I'm watching someone else self destruct.

To sum up, I know how this play's out I don't know exactly how this is going to affect me completely and when I don't know I get a little scared because I am generally pretty in control of my chaos. But I will get the chance to perfect my head shots so I guess it all does have a happy ending :)

Till Next Time,

BEX (Follow me if you want to live and haven't pissed me off recently!)

Summer time

Memorial Day Weekend is always the beginning of my Summer. It starts with an unending BBQ on Friday and Saturday then Sunday is the big KROCK DFB concert. I will be spending my Summer as I usually do, cooking out with friends and heading out to all the local concerts that I can. I always do what I can to support my local music scene but I put forth double the effort during the Summer months because I hate being inside when it's nice :)

Summer to me is a time to be free. Suntans, good music, great friends, cooking out, heading to the beach, ice cold beer, lots of laughs and making awesome memories.

This is going to be a damn fine Summer Faithful Readers,
Till next time,
BEX

Bears, Self Esteem and misc thoughts

I am completely bummed! By now you've all seen the image of the bear falling out of the tree after being tranqu'ed (yes I made that word up) to hell and back, in Colorado. According to Gawker poor falling bear has passed away after finding his way back to the highway and being hit by not one but 2 cars. Poor Falling Bear, your skills at tumbling out of a tree unconscious will be missed in the viral internet world. I don't know why the picture of the poor bear falling out of the tree makes me giggle wait, yes I do. Because at one point or another everyone on the planet has fallen like that at some point. Whether it be drunk, messed up or just gravity checking your sorry ass, everyone has tumbled off something looking just like that drugged bear! You don't have to admit it but I know that your reading this, nodding your head and remembering that fall, LOL. Hey Faithful Reader's it's all good, I trip over air so your fall was probably more dignified and deserving of applause than my goofy inability to stand on 2 feet for more than 5 minutes! So farewell Brave, Falling Bear! May Bear eternity treat you well!!!

Faithful Readers I'd like to think that we know each other pretty well and that while not always agreeing with my outspoken, militant opinions on certain subjects, we agree to disagree and respect each others thoughts. We've talked many times on the subject of self esteem. I guess, once again, I am just trying to wrap my mind around people that base their self worth on someone else's opinions and/or ideas. Yes everyone cares what other people think of them to some degree but I'm talking about those types of people that have to constantly show a false facade to the world in order to impress perfect strangers or people they barely know. What is the deal with that behavior??? I don't get it. I'm a pretty blessed person, I have my insecurities as does everyone but I also have a strong personality with a healthy self esteem. I'm Bex, no more, no less. I live by my own codes of conduct based on friendship, honor and loyalty. Like all humans I am fallible and sometimes fall off my path much like the Bear fell out of that sorry ass tree (exactly like the Bear) but I find my path again, always. I apologize to those that I hurt and move on with my life. Guess I'll never understand or at least I hope I don't :)

I've been keeping up on my Urban and Cemetery explorations. I've gotten some really good pictures!! Getting better at handling my camera, lol, it's pretty easy once you read the destructions!!! Thankfully I've found a pretty cool partner to wander with me that doesn't mind me doing my thing while rambling incoherently about secret society symbolism! And on that note Faithful Readers, Bex is outta here to go crawl through the woods to find cool stuff to explore!!!

Till Next Time,

BEX

"Fixing" Gay and using God

This story came across my path and I have to say it really infuriated me. A Pastor in N.C. had a sermon that was video taped and it went viral because his entire sermon was basically a gay bashing tirade. Pastor Harris told his congregation that if their daughters started acting too "Butch" to force them to dress like a girl, walk like a girl, smell like a girl etc. He told fathers that if they saw their sons' wrists getting limp to smack that wrist, man up and give the boy a good punch.

Let's begin MY tirade with this: Last time I checked Christianity preached that God was a loving God. There was no love being preached in Harris' sermon. How can you call yourself a Christian and be so damn hateful? Last time I checked God does the judging of his flock. I sure as hell don't remember a passage in the bible about giving clergy that right. In fact doesn't Commandment 9 state that you shall not bear false witness against thy neighbor? Pastor Harris is with out a doubt bearing false witness based not upon his religion but based instead by his own prejudices.

I can not fucking abide some ignorant jackass using religion to preach hate and prejudice.

Pastor Harris instead of trying to "fix gay" I think we should concentrate on fixing the epidemic of ignorance that people like you propagate. I want to see Christians like you, Pastor Harris, "fix" stupid because to me that would be the answer to allot of the world's problems. By fixing stupid of this magnitude we will eliminate religious groups that preach hatred and wipe prejudice right off the map! The World would be a shiny, judgement free, acceptance heavy, war free, happy little place!

Seriously. In this age of technology and scientific study why are there still people that deny the science and try to "Fix" genetics?? Doesn't anyone see how dangerous this is? Doesn't anyone remember the Nazi's?? They were hell bent on "fixing" the human race too, look at the scary shit they did!

And why, exactly should it be necessary to "fix" someone just because they aren't like you? Because let's be honest, that's what it's really all about. These nutty ass people can hide behind religion, call themselves fundamentalists or conservatives but it isn't family values that they want to fix, they just want everyone to conform and fit into neat little descriptions. No differences, no individuality, everybody the same.

I personally find that offensive. I don't want to live in a world without diversity, what a boring place that would be!

Besides, if you "fix" gay who in the world will compliment my gigantic, flashy, sparkly rings!?!?

Till next time,

BEX