The Government, Why Does it Act so Slow



    During the last year, there have been many senseless shootings. To me, this is an intolerable situation. Let me just say this, I am not against people carrying guns, I just believe the Government needs a better way to vet who they are selling them too.

    If we’re being honest, NOBODY except maybe law enforcement NEEDS to carry automatic weapons. Even then, I believe THAT is a stretch. I mean, HOW many bullets does it NEED to kill a man?

    The US Government waits, and waits, and waits, until there are several shootings BEFORE even considering changing the Laws about automatic weapons. This, to me, is absurd. The less automatic weapons out there the better.

    Just think, if the people who were buying guns were vetted properly, it may very well take the fear out of being involved in a major crime.

    Sure, will one get by now and then ; sure, but then again, MOST of those who will own guns will be law abiding citizens AND they would NOT be able to obtain automatic weapons.

    Most people who DO own firearms use them in responsible ways, such as target practice at the gun range, or for hunting. Congress is just afraid of the NRA to get in there and act, I say, to HELL with the NRA, change the laws before MORE innocent lives are lost.

    I say MAN up Congress, do the RIGHT thing for once, make America safe again. God Bless our people, and God Bless The United Stated of America.






Speed Demon Sooz

When I was a young girl, I always thought I would grow up to be a Princess. However, in order to DO that, it required marrying a Prince. The problem was, there weren’t too many princes around my neighborhood.

Finally, with chin held high, I had to drop down to my second dream, becoming a race car driver. I always LOVED the sound of a Hemi when she was revving, the smell of the tires screeching out, as the neighborhood boys would continuiously do to impress us girls, and of course…”The Need for SPEED”.

Now, I KNOW what you’re thinking, “Sooz, THAT’S a BOY dream, you should have played with Barbies and done crafts”. Gag me with a spoon… Actually, I was a Tomboy, still am, and I have always wanted to drive a formula one race car.

Tomorrow, I get a chance to actualize THAT dream. A friend of mine who works at the track, called and invited me to come down, watch him drive, and then take over the reigns for a few trips around the track. I was soooo excited, I almost Orgasmed right there in my pants.

Just think of it, ME in a Formula One, Helmut on, Track Suit on, (Which by the way I will look Mah-vel-ous in), flying around the track. OMG, I almost CAME again. I can’t wait until tomorrow.

I will let all of you know about my experience once I complete the task. Wish me luck.   I am going to picture myself in an actual race, which OF COURSE, I will win. Hey, I can dream, can’t I?

Until tomorrow…



Christmas Past

Hi everyone. I hope your day is going as well as mine. I am curled up by the fireplace that I hardly ever use, with of course my favorite bottle of Vodka with cranberry.

I am actually a bit pensive today, just dreaming about some of my best Christmas experiences. I remember one Christmas Eve, I must have been about 5, our home was decorated to the nines, as my Daddy did so love Christmas, and the smell that came from our kitchen as Mom was making our Christmas dinner was AMAZING.

My dad was the most loving, and kind man on Earth. That year, he had called down to the City Mission, and invited all the homeless to visit US for a wonderful Christmas dinner.

Seriously, he did. One by one, there would be a knock at the door, and our home would quickly come alive with the wanton of our Society. Mom had prepared an amazing repast, Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casseroles, freshly baked rolls, and of course a HUGE Figgy Pudding for dessert. OH MY!!!

I remember my daddy greeting the less fortunate at the door like they were all FAMILY, and he welcomed them ALL into our home. He would play Xmas songs on the piano while everyone would join in and sing. Good times.

People would eat and eat as my mom quickly replenished the food for everyone. Memories like this filled my soul full of joy, and they have transformed ME into a better Human being.

Oh sure, I still have my faults, but I ALWAYS remember the poor, and how happy they were, at least for a night when they regained their love for each other. To this day, I go to the mission, and invite the downtrodden for dinner. They are indeed the TRUE meaning of Christmas.

Sorry, I seemed to have rambled on a bit here, I do that after tipping a few pops. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed my Christmas past, and I urge you all to at least say a prayer this Holiday Season for those who are less fortunate than you. Believe me, you will be blessed 7 Times 7.

Good night, Happy Hanukkah, a very Merry Xmas to all.




Holiday Cheer

Today is Wednesday, only five more days until Xmas and I have everything in order. Yup, tree up, decorations done, Christmas cookies done, bottle in hand and all is RIGHT with the world.

I hope all of you are celebrating the Holidays with your loved ones, and that each and every one of you is filled with Holiday Peace and Happiness. I love this time of year, we all come together as one, and spread love and harmony throughout the world.

 Sure, I’m inebriated, but none the less, I meant what I said. Each and every one of you are like family to me. You pick me up when I’m down, and you share in all my joys. Do you know what the best thing I love about all of you is though, you never JUDGE me. I am who I am, and STILL, you continue to read me. God Bless You!!!

So, to ALL of you who read me, and especially to those who comment on what I write, May I wish you the Happiest of Holidays, and may you continue to prosper now, and throughout your years.

All my Best…


The Great Light Fight Debate

Hi everyone. If you’re like me, you are enjoying all the joys of the Holiday season. If NOT, what’s your problem Mr. Grinch? Anyway, I came here today because I’ve been watching The Great Light Fight on Television.

For those of you who either live in a closet, or, don’t watch TV, it’s a show about who can decorate their houses the most gaudy, and fill up their ENTIRE property line full of lights, blow up figures, and mind boggling displays to music.

People who are expert judges, (Celebrities), come to see which house can make their electric meter move the fastest for the longest length of time. If you are declared the winner, you get 50,000 dollars AND, the best part, a Christmas Ornament that lights up with the old style Christmas bulbs.

My question…WHY??? Look, I am all for lighting your home for the Holidays, BUT, some of these people start in October to have their display done for Xmas. Again…WHY???

Some of the participants have as many as 2 acres to light, and by golly, they DO. I don’t know how you guys feel about this, but I just think it is Cray Cray. I mean, WHO has TIME to do all of this work? Fifty foot lit Xmas trees, merry go rounds, Ferris Wheels, and a Santa’s Workshop, (All home made), with the REAL SANTA working inside. OK, I MAY have lied about the real Santa, but, everything else was true.

Are they nice? Yes, but in my opinion, they lean towards the GAUDY. I mean WHO NEEDS all of that? Is it worth it for 50K and a 12.00 dollar trophy ornament? Not to me. So, that begs the question, why do people go through all this effort for such a SHORT period of time?

On TV, it’s because they are carrying on the work of their parents, or their wife who just passed. Is this for REAL, or is it just good Television? I’ll let you folks decide. Write me and let me know what YOU think. In the mean time, I guess I better go out and buy a few more lights.

Until Later…




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Today is kind of a lazy day for me, I’m sitting by the pool, and thinking of my childhood.

Man, it seems like a million years ago when I used to go to a vast field by my house, sit in that field with some friends, drink, build forts, (YES, I was a tomboy), and just dreampt the time away. I even got some merit badges from girl scouts there.

I specifically remember getting my fire starting badge, and I think I also got my outdoors badge there for scouting animal tracks.

Hell, I even had one of my first drunken experiences with a BOY in that field, seems like it was just yesterday.

Of course, those days are long gone, as the kids’ favorite field was taken away through the “progress” they call big business. Today, that field is a gazillion foot shopping Mall, filled with stores that can sell you shoes, to the Christmas stores that will fill your home full of bright lights and toys.

We also spoke differently back then. We made up our own words and phrases from our neighborhood that EVERYONE knew and understood. We used a word called-“Onacountofcuz”. Basically, it means because I said so, so SHUT UP!!!

 It was usually used to answer a question you DIDN’T really wanna answer. For example: “Why don’t you like Cassie Mosner”? Instead of saying, because she’s a slut, or she stinks because she doesn’t wear deodorant, you would just say, Onacountofcuz. That would END it.

No one one would challenge you any more because THAT was the rule. Once that was spoken, you dropped it like a hot potato. If someone DID have the balls to challenge you, you would just say in a stern but confident voice, “I SAID, ONACOUNTOFCUZ”.

That let them know you were serious, OR, they could easily give up their teeth THEN.

I still miss those days, I often think back to that field and pretend I am still there dreaming about how my life would turn out.

Maybe the next time I’m at the Mall, I’ll just sit on a bench, close my eyes, and SEE where my dreams take me.



A Letter to God

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Dear Omnipotent Spirit:

It has come to my attention, the world is going to Hell in a hand basket. With all the rhetoric regarding nuclear war, the killing of innocent victims, suicide bombings, and the resurgence of war talk everywhere, I have come to You for help.

The world you created was one in which man should have worshipped you, and lived in peace and harmony forever. The only flaw as I see it was your giving us “free will”. Because we are a flawed race, it became easy for the forces of evil to seep into our nature and lead us astray.

That being said, it appears that the evil in the world has taken over, and that decent folks are doing everything they can to muddle through. While I believe that there IS some good in everyone, it appears the lines from Julius Ceasar, spoken by Marc Anthony at Ceasar’s funeral were correct: “The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones”.

I sincerely ask, with the help of your grace, the leaders of the world will realize that nuclear war is just a waste for ALL sides. No one wins. Every other option is moot. Let us put down our arms and convert them to plowshares.

Guide us, and bring us ALL back into your fold. Peace and tranquility for all, and a sharing of ALL our resources to help those who have less. Wouldn’t this be a better way to live?

Thanks for listening.

Your devoted servant,








Sensationalized News Story

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I just finished reading an article stating someone, (Name withheld), accused George Bush SR. of grabbing her ass while at a photo shoot with him and former first lady.

The press statement released claimed that President Bush apologized “if” he caused any embarrassment to said party, and that it was NOT done to sexually harass her but as a friendly gesture.

OK, I must admit, I am getting sick to death of hearing all of this he touched who news. As a woman, let me state, I do NOT think men in power should take advantage of women JUST because they THINK they can, HOWEVER, I also hate it when they try and leverage this kind of story for a buck.

Am I saying Bill Cosby, or Harvey Weinstein didn’t assault all those women, no, what I AM saying is why wait 20 plus years to expose it? That pisses ME off. Somehow, whether it was just a harmless pat on the ass, or a full fledged assault, they should have come forward DURING the time of the alleged assault.

Here’s the rub, since our nation began, some president or another has been messing around with a mistress or five, look it up. Now, however, in the days with sensationalized news stories, when exposed, the “harmed” party can make thousands of dollars for telling THEIR side of the story REGARDLESS whether it is true or not. It’s just NOT right in MY thinking.

Am I against being sexually harassed, yes, Do I think what the “harmed” parties are doing is wrong, yes. At least accuse the blamed party right after the harassment happens as opposed to waiting, and then ruin a man’s reputation regardless if he is guilty or innocent.

Remember, here in America, a party is INNOCENT until PROVEN guilty. That’s all I am saying. Just MY thoughts. Let me hear from YOU.

Soapbox Sooz



How to Make a Million Dollars

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There are several ways you can make a million dollars. Seriously, I’m not kidding, even if you never went to college, or have an extremely high IQ, the same business rules apply.

Oh, and to answer your question, it’s not so much about the work, work, work attitude, as it is envisioning yourself  as being successful. Now I KNOW you’re asking what the F**K is she talking about. Well, here it is in a nutshell.

 First and foremost,  see yourself as a success. Make a mental picture of yourself with a rich lifestyle. I would say there are few millionaires who have NOT done this. If you think small, you WILL be small. If you think BIG, you have a good shot at becoming a millionaire.

Sure, you have to have a goal, pick something you are good at and exploit the Hell out of it. Every day say to yourself, “Today I am going to accomplish S, or Y, or Z”, and then DO IT!!!

It still takes hard work, but, if you have the dream, and you have the goal, the labor becomes a labor of love. Let’s face it, the only “other” way to become rich is to win the Lottery, inherit the money, or rob a few banks.

The next thing you must do is save and invest your money. Many people work day to day without ever saving anything. Sure, there are those who are working minimal hourly jobs who are unable to save, again, get the Hell out of there, find what you are good at, and then DO IT!!!

Saving, working, and investing are the keys. The more you are able to save, the better. Take your savings and invest it. I would recommend calling a professional who has a good track record and then diversify your holdings.

Trust me, after a few years, you will be surprised at how much your investment can yield. Now, find your niche and start crackin’…Hurry up…GO!!! Why are you stalling??






A Cheesy Story by Sooz

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Once upon a time, in a foreign country, far, far away, (I STILL love that opening), there lived a beautiful girl named Cracker. Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t name the kid, I would have called her Cinderella, or perhaps Shannin. Geez, what some parents call their kids these days.

Anyway, Cracker lived in a beautiful farming village, tucked away in an area where there are fresh, clean waters, and beautiful snow capped mountains. A cabin overlooking the valley displayed Nature’s wonders, and a booming community below.

Cracker was a bright child, she was filled with youthful exuberance, and a profound curiosity of the unknown. She was bored with the small community lifestyle however, and wanted to be an entrepreneur.

One day while in the barn milking the cow, she thought, hum, what would happen if I took some of the rennet from the drying calves liver (YUCK), and added it to the cow’s milk. Wondering … “What If”, she took some cows milk, added the rennet, and thought maybe try some lemon as a little zest. Nothing happened.

Then she thought, OK, let me heat it under a fire and see what happens. When she did, she noticed that the milk began to curdle, Quickly, she got an old cloth and tried sifting out the milk from the remaining lumpy by product.

She let it sit out in the weather for a couple of days, while also pressing the hardened result down between two heavy books. After a couple weeks she ventured out to try her invention. Well, low and behold, it was delicious.

She took it into her parents house and made them taste it. To their surprise, they LOVED it. Her parents said she had a hit here, and took it to sell in the market. It seemed that Cracker just couldn’t make the product fast enough. As soon as she would make some, it would immediately sell out.

That my friends is the story of how cheese was first made. Oh, by the way, did I tell you her last name??? Barrel. And Now you know, the LIAR’S truth.