Lisbeth

Once I read this page, I knew Lisbeth became my hero. Cause I'm the same.

"What do you need me for?"

He's coming.....

my blog has been hacked....this was left behind with a note saying to post it or else. signed xoxo B.B.

people always leave

seems like stop lights don't work for me.

highway

Keeps it moving. Can't sit still. Look out. White dashes merge. Trees all look the same. Other cars speed. Red, black and silver. Drivers smoking. Do they see me? Got cut off. Don’t honks just yell. Flip the bird, keep it moving. Slowing down. Tow truck manages through. Flashing yellow lights. Guess the driver was going too fast. Three cars way past fixing. Ambulance on the way. Cars slow down. Everybody look. Picasso made a piece on the road. Stuck, angry, tragic. No one moves. I look, do they see me? Same thought is on everyone mind. Could have been us. Look at opposite lane. It's all blurry. They are getting to where they need to. Seatbelt is too tight. Radio is on. Penny Lane. White dash white dash white becomes one white line. We're speeding up again. Can we race? No, damn. Are we there yet? No, damn again. Bored. Tree, tree, tree, tree. What state we in? Virginia, damn. Honky Tonk. My stomach growls. Can we stop soon? Maybe. Line becomes dashes. Pay exact toll. Look at the cashier. Look at me. Move my leg. Don't kick my seat. Can't be still.  Close eyes. Hear music. Can we play my CD? No. Driving. Driven nuts. Open eyes. More trees, more white dashes. Truck goes by. Honk your horn. I know I'm not 5 but still do it. Looks over brother playing video games. Let me play. Go get your own. Let me play. No! Scream inside. Look outside gas and food 2 miles. Are we stopping? Why? Just stop. He's hungry too. Ok. This song ain’t bad. Stopped. Got some food. Good for now. Close my eyes. Bump. Bump. Bump. Open my eyes. Are we there yet? No. Flashing yellow lights. Opposite side. Must be their turn. Three cars cross the mind. Look across. Baby in other car. It seems fine. Does it see me? Mad still. Slow. Look another jam. White line becomes dashes. Look outwards. Dead rodent. Poor guy. Wonder if it was alone. Cut off again. No words spoken. Where are we now? Virginia. Still? Damn.

11/11/11 what a wish should be

Today is one of those days where facebook will be bombarded with the idea that 11/11/11 is a magical day. Perhaps its the rapture that has happened twice already according to facebook posts.

In truth its Veterans Day a day where we honor and remember those who fought in wars to protect our freedom and right to live as people who can go on faceboook and post about making wishes.

What were the soldier wishes? watch Vietnam in HD. I caught a bit of it and hearing those stories of the families here at home making real wishes. They wanted their sons, brothers, friends, husbands to come home. The soldiers wishes who wanted to come home, who wanted to just stay alive for one more day. Those who witnessed their fellow brothers die so terribly. Those injured wishing to live through this and make it home and others wishing to die just not to live with the pain of a missing limb or knowing they may not even live through the night. Those are real wishes.

So when the clock strikes at 11:11 today think about what you really wishing for. Its a nice thought to help ya through the day, to have a little fun even, but think about those who fought for us and keep in mind what today really is about. Happy Veterans Day.

"If a man could have half of his wishes, he would double his troubles." - Benjamin Franklin

Commercial Break

This commercial may have just become my most favorite one of the year. Gotta love the music!!!

bang bang

Sometimes you meet someone who helps ya hear the *BANG* you needed to hear. That gunshot, like one heard at the start of a race. That person makes ya wake up and start running and next thing you know your mind opens and focuses on the path ahead. Your legs feel weak your heart starts pumping. You out of breath, sweating and the only thing you want to see is that finish line. But hold on..what about the one who started that feeling, who set ya off running to an unknown point. Do they run with you?

They could...they should..maybe they would...but you run alone.

I'm not saying its a bad or good thing. You just gotta hear that *BANG* and run . You don't need them to run with you, but they appear along the way. Guiding you, cheering you on. They could also be just firing and not following. Not caring. Not even standing by the checkpoint to pass us that cup of water.


I think I heard it. I think I'm running. I'm not looking back, only forward. I don't care whose on the finish line. I just gotta reach my goal, or even a goal. I don't know what I want.

I thank the one who pulled the trigger, who woke me up and made me see I don't want to be trapped anymore.