Fourth of July Memories

Happy Fourth of July folks. Sure, today we celebrate our Independence from England, but, I’m here to talk about the actual celebration.

When I was 12, my aunt Carol took me and my friend Gina to a picnic in the park by a river.

Throughout my childhood, my aunt Carol was my surrogate mother as MY mother was drunk most of the time. So, when the fourth came around, aunt Carol called and asked what I was doing for the celebration.

I told her that mom was already passed out and that I had no plans. She said, “Yes you do, invite a friend, ‘cause we’re going to the park for a picnic dinner, and watch the fireworks over the river. With a smile on my face I said, “great, I’ll call Gina and see if she can come.”

When Gina said she could go, I changed my clothes, and walked over to her house to meet her. Aunt Carol picked us up 15 minutes later and off we went.

Parking was terrible, so she dropped us off and told us to set up a good spot. We found one and threw the blanket down to secure our spot.

A little later, aunt Carol met us with her picnic basket good enough for Yogi Bear. Fried chicken, coleslaw, potato salad, gelatin salad, candy enough to open a candy store, and of course a huge chocolate cake. I was in hog heaven.

I’ll never forget it, talking, eating, and enjoying an immense fireworks display over the water, it was magic. Even today, I remember that wonderful day and of course my amazing aunt.

I hope all of you have great memories of that day as I do. Eat too much, drink to celebrate, and watch some amazing fireworks. My best to all of you on this wonderful celebration day.

Until Later…

Sooz’s Thoughts

Ever have one of those lazy, crazy day’s of Summer? That’s what’s happening here today. I’m sittin’, thinkin’, and drinkin’, just enjoying the sunshine, and taking in the beautiful weather, oh, and the 108 degree heat.

People always ask me, “Sooz, don’t you get used to the heat after a while?” I tell them, “Do you think you could get used to being cooked in an oven?” Let’s face it, anything over 90 is HOT.

Hell, I can’t even sit by the pool, unless I’m in the water, forget about it, (That was my best Jersey accent), OK, I’ll keep my day job. Seriously, it’s funny to watch the tourists, they COME here for the heat, and then, bitch about it ALL day. Hehehehehe.

I’m sittin’ inside, reading a Dean Koontz book called “Life Expectancy”, and I must say, it’s really thrilling. I can’t seem to put it down. I have always liked him as an author, even got to meet him once when we were shooting an Ad campaign in his area. He was a very charming and gracious man.

As an aside, I would like to tell you the blog I had yesterday on positive thinking was as true as the sun in the sky. I am totally convinced that it really DID change my life. If you believe hard enough in a positive way, good things will come to you.

Let’s say for an example you want to get a higher paying job, see the new job in your mind’s eye, and then visualize yourself WORKING in that job. Say to yourself over and over, “ I Love my new job in…Bla, Bla, Bla.

Do this for an extended period, and one day soon, you will have done whatever you need to do to obtain this new position. It REALLY works. I believe the Cosmos is aligned with positive energy, and WANTS to please us by providing what we want and need.

OK, enough said, I must get back to my book now. Have a great day everyone and think positive thoughts…

Until Later..

Masturbation For Fun and Health

Today, I would like to talk about something that everybody seems to keep on the down low-Masturbation. My question is Why?

For years I have been professing the benefits of masturbating, it’s a great relaxer, lowers blood pressure, AND, it’s been proven, that those who masturbate on a regular basis live LONGER.

Come on, don’t you want to live longer? I figure since I masturbate between 3 to 6 times per day, let’s see…Carry the 4, add 50, and multiply by 1000, I should live till I’m at LEAST as old a Methussila, and perhaps a little longer.

In Europe, they not only talk about it freely with others, they practice this life saving procedure daily. So, why are we, as Americans, so clandestine about this taboo subject?

I say, let’s get those hands lubed up and get ready for some fun. Hey, you can do it by yourself, OR, with a significant other, the choice is yours. Get started today, and start adding some years to your life.

I’m gonna get the ball rolling, I’m already half in the bag, and MY fingers are already doing the walking. Come on, join me. You WON’T regret it.

Until Later…

 

Sooz’s Diary-The Realization

It was the Summer of my discontent, I was 10, school had ended for the year, and I had begged my mother at least 2 weeks before, if I could attend the carnival that St. Andy’s was having today. It was actually St. Andrews, but I always thought it was a stuffy and snotty name, so I called it St. Andy’s.

For at least 2 weeks I had been looking forward to going, as it was always a good time. Lots of food and drinks, games, and oh yes, also the rides which I loved. Mum had said yes that she would go with me, so here I was, dressed and ready for some fun.

It was 11 AM when I went downstairs into the living room, and saw my mother passed out drunk on the couch. My hopes and dreams were once AGAIN dashed by the ravages of alcohol.

At first, I started to cry, but then I remembered that my Aunt Carol said she too was going. Quickly, I ran to the phone and called her. Explaining what had happened, she advised me that indeed I could go with her and my cousins.

I left a detailed note, got my jacket, and went to wait outside for my Aunt Carol. I could hear the roar of that old station wagon all the way down at the end of my driveway, as it slowly meandered around the corner to pick me up.

Always with a smile on her face, Aunt Carol welcomed me, and away we went to the carnival. As promised, we went on all the rides, lost some money on games, and ate till my stomach seemed like it would burst.

It was the best day, even if Mum couldn’t be there to enjoy it with us. After that experience, I KNEW I couldn’t count, on my mum for anything. I was the leader of the family now at ten years of age.

This day had become an awakening for me. I realized that my Mum had an illness, and that because of unfortunate circumstances, I was elected to be HER care giver. At times, we lived on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while she continued to drink herself into oblivion. Many nights I went to bed hungry, as Mum didn’t go out to buy food. It was always my Aunt Carol who would come over with groceries, cook the food, and while there, would see to it that Mum always went to bed clean. That woman was a Saint.

I knew from that tender age that I would NEVER end up like this ever again. Knowing that school was my best avenue out, I studied hard, learned as much as I could, and swore to myself that I would MAKE something of my life. Continued…

 

 

The Murder of a Dream

Usually, after a nice night of drinking, I fall into a deep sleep. Once asleep, I  fall into a heavy dream state, drifting into dreamland. Last night, I had  an absolutely wonderful dream.

I dreamt that I was on a plane, flying to France. With my heart racing, I had planned on asking Bella, my crush, to marry me.

Everything was planned, dotting all my I’s and crossing ll my T’s. The flowers, roses, irises, and carnations, were arranged in hearts with Bella’s name in the middle.

Balloons filled the hall, like trees line a forest. All I needed now was for Bella to walk through the door. My heart was racing, as I heard her approaching, nearing the hall door.

As  the huge hall’s portal opened,  Bella smiled with a large grin. She saw all the decorations, and from across the room, she watched as U mouthed the words I Love You.

I walked towards her, Got on one knee, and showed her the ring.  Then, I heard what sounded like a gunshot.

I immediately awoke to the sound of my neighbor having his roof repaired. The gunshots, were actually sounds from the hammers that exploded  like gongs being stricken by huge Chinese hammers.

I was asleep no more, the hammers, continually banging, woke me out of a sound sleep, thus murdering my dream.

I tried and tried to return to the dream, but without success.  Finally, I got up, went to the kitchen, poured myself a strong one, and started my day. Ugh!!!

Thunderstorms

I bow to Heaven’s gate, as the bowels of Hell are opened.

Slowly rolling clouds of black, surround a sunless sky.

In the distance, the grumbling of Natures displeasure,

Tuned to the sound of menacing claps of explosives.

 

 Ever pounding against the sweet green grass below, the Earth, quakes,

And Hades displays, that it, too, holds the power to cause the  planets to quiver.

Slowly, intermittent sun, peeks through the forbidden sheets of black,

The destructive power wanes, and the eye of God once again prevails anew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How Many Miles an Hour Can You Exceed the Speed Limit

How many miles an hour can you exceed the speed limit and not get caught?

 Let’s be honest, how many of you REALLY pay attention to the speed limit? Let’s see a show of hands, hmmmmm, there are WAY too many hands up to be truthful. Yes, I KNOW that I cannot ACTUALLY see your hands up, but, I know that almost everyone when asked, would say they are “good” citizens.

Here’s the thing, the truth is:

“Transportation Research Part F (subscription), found 21 percent of drivers think it’s perfectly safe to exceed the speed limit by 5 mph. Forty-three percent saw no risk in going 10 mph over, and 36 percent say there’s no harm driving 20 mph over the speed limit.”

When I drive, which is seldom, I usually go around 5 mph over the speed limit. I have been stopped several times and I must say, (Pats self on the back), I have NEVER been issued a ticket. What’s my secret, well, for one, I’m a woman, and two, I cry a lot. It works, try it. Of course, if you are a man, that approach may not be quite as effective.

My point is to all you Pinnocchios out there, almost everyone speeds. My next question is why? The answer is, if you’re being honest, the limits that the Feds and States set is TOO DAMNED LOW.

The 55 mph speed limit was set for Political reasons back in the 70’s when gasoline prices were exceptionally high, NOT for safety reasons. That explains why when I was going 60 mph, people were passing me left and right as if there were a race going on.

The important thing to remember is this…Drive carefully, if you must speed, (And who doesn’t), do it responsibly. Get a Radar detector, and make sure that your neck can turn 360 degrees to watch for cops. Bottom line…If you DO get caught, tear up, oh go ahead, who knows, it might work.

Until Later…              

References: https://www.wired.com/2008/11/the-boy-who-cri/

 

 

 

Who Loves Thomas KinKade?

Since I was a wee lass, I have always appreciated art. While in NO way can I draw or paint, (I’ve tried and tried), my appreciation for art has always grown with me over the years.

While there are many famous artist’s I would love to have hanging in MY home; Van Gogh, Rembrant, Cezanne, Monet, Manet, Degas, Picasso, etc., I do own and love paintings by Thomas Kinkade and Linda Le Kniff.

I realize that Thomas was a drunk, but, I think that only enhances my love for his work. Kinkade, known as the painter of light, was literally disrespected and hated by the artists of HIS time. Many described him as an opportunist and a hack.

Those artists, and even some today, I believe lack the insight into his soul. In MY opinion, he expressed his appreciation and love of Nature in a very unique way. Yes, he DID, many of the same type scenes and used the same techniques, but, his lack of vision and beauty could never be second guessed.

Linda Le Kniff, is a more recent artist, who I believe is just coming into her own. Her unique technique and style is very impressive. She too is hanging on many of my walls, and I believe her to be a visionary. Now, I am trying to obtain a Rembrandt through Park galleries. Although his work is sometimes  a little dark, his genius stands the test of time.

When I went to the Louvre in Paris, I was in Heaven. All my favorites were there. What an experience to stand there, in front of the masters, and just soak in their beauty, an experience I shall never forget.

I seem to be babbling on here so I will stop. I just got the idea for this article a I was sitting, and studying one of my Kinkade’s. The tranquil emotion it exudes indeed takes my breath away. Ahhhhhh…

Until Later..

 

 

 

 

 

Viewers Write In With Questions

Recently, I have been receiving a lot of questions from folks wanting to know a little bit more about me. I thought I would copy the questions, then print the answers.  Here goes:

1. How long have you been a blogger?
2. I have been a recent blogger since 2013, before that, I did some freelance things and wrote poetry.
3. When did you first start drinking?
4. I believe I took my first drink with some friends of mine, behind the playground when I was about 13. I didn’t become a full blown alcoholic till I was about 29.
5. How long did you operate as CEO for your own company?
6. I have worked in the advertising field for over 20 years, CEO as 6.
7. How long have you known you were a Nymphomaniac?
8. Very young, I had sexual feelings since I was around 12 years old. Of course I didn’t know what a Nymphomaniac was at that time, I just knew I wanted to fuck everything that walked.
9. Why have you never entered into a long term relationship?
10. It seems as though no one could ever keep up with me sexually, and as such, got frustrated and left. Or, it could be my earnings were significantly higher than all of those I’ve dated, perhaps making them feel inadequate. No, I’m NOT a bitch!!! LOL.
11. Did you ever finish your schooling as a psychologist?
12. Yes, actually I did. I left for a little while, but came back to finish. I have degrees in Business, Marketing, and Psychology.
13. Why did you quit your CEO position when you were so young? It seemed as though the world was your oyster.
14. I got bored, THAT plus a several million dollar buyout. Now, I can live my life as I please, doing what I want, when I want.
15. Did you ever find out the reason for your father committing suicide as you have described a few times in your blog?
16. No, I never did. Just a quick gunshot sound that changed my young life forever.
17. Besides writing, do you also read voraciously?
18. Without a doubt, I usually read 3-4 books a week.
19. Your blogs can be “Very Selatious”, do you write them for shock value, or is that really your true inner self?
20. Nope, it’s all me. I wear my sexiness on my sleeve, Oh, and also in my vagina. LOL.

OK, one more…

 

1. You say you are bi-sexual, do you have a preference?
2. Yes, I do, while in need, I will take either sex, But I much prefer female contact. They are softer, more cuddly, and think the same way I do.

Well, I hope you have enjoyed this, let me know. If you DID, I will do it again sometime… Bye for now.

Until Later…

 

 

 

Is Time Travel Possible in the Future

Even before H.G. Well’s novel The Time Machine was released, people have wondered for thousands of years about the possibility of time travel. Think about it, countless books, TV plots and movies revolve around this subject.

Well, what about it you might say, is it even POSSIBLE? The answer is probably. Would it be easier to travel to the past or, into the future? As our current astronauts have already experienced, time travel exists the faster you go.

As an example, when astronaut Scott Kelly, (Aboard the international space station for a year),  traveled at a speed averaging 5 miles a second, thus lowering the time measured between HIM traveling at a high rate of speed, and normal Earth rotation time.

When he returned home, his own aging process was about a year slower than his identical twin brother Mark. When measured, the difference in their appearances was slightly noticeable.

Now, according to Einstein’s theory of relativity, Worm Holes, Black Holes, forming Space Cylinders, or even cosmic string theory may be used to play with the fabric of time.

Even world renown physicist Stephen Hawking theorized that entering a black hole, may very well be our ticket to time traveling. Of course, as of now, all of these ideas are merely theoretical.

Here is what I believe, look at our past, and then look at what has come to be in just 100 years. Mankind has created TV, air flight, rocket ships to the Moon and beyond, without even saying what incredible advances he has made in medical science.

I say, one day, we will be freely traveling through time, just as easily as we now fly through space. I can not WAIT to see what our future unravels. See you…In the future.

Until Later…