"All I Really Want"
Lyrics: Alanis Morissette

Do I stress you out?
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don't want to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see
But I can't help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already
If only I could hunt the hunter

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance

Do I wear you out ?
You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
I'm like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker

And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature

What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred

Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses-Falling all around...all around
Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?

Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you're gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction
And all I need now is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer

All I really want is some peace man
a place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice...

People...I just wanted to bring to your attention a tad of a discussion in which I participated in...On Live radio....Yep....It was moi that called in to a radio station basically to say in short easy to understand verbiage that "Hey, I disagree with the so called Psychiatrist that you just had on the air." The producer before going any further with me then says: "Are you a Doctor, a Nurse, a Teacher?" my response.... "No. I am a mother, a sister, a friend, and though I may not carry a degree of some sort of high class facility- I do hold an honorary degree in which I graduated Magna Cum Laude- at the Moms school of Hard Knocks.." His response... "Sweeeet. Hold on while I get you on."

And I waited, and then the radio show hosts came on and said" So, you think our chosen book author was not correct in his evaluation and studies for the topic- Being a Bully's Best Friend?"

My Response: "Good Morning to you both, and no I do not agree with his system or his suggestions"

Basically this is the jist of things....The so called pronounced Doctor and Author of a book he wrote- Befriending a Bully just basically painted a picture of how to raise a pansy. This is my opinion- so if any of you disagree that is fine. We all have them like buttholes. I basically disagree in what he was saying which was that when our kids are being bullied, that they are to constantly love on these bullies and do whatever they ask..... in order to gain the bullies friendship..I basically disagree with that- because not everyone in the world needs to be friends with everyone. There are those that chose to be your friend, and there are those that can care less.... He gave a few examples on the air of how kids are to act towards bullies...Example- and yes I am paraphrasing because a blog whore was driving, chugging down a V8, whilst laughing a hearty har har laugh as I listened to this man- that sounded more like a character from the Bird Cage with his advice......

Him- when your child is in class and a bully comes up to them and says-

"give me your lunch money". Your child should respond as such- "Oh, I will kindly give you my lunch money, have a good day." and should smile throughout this process.... His teaching is that this will soften the hearts of a bully in which in time he will become your childs best friend. Well....Calliez philosophy is Funk. That.Noize. In that type of situation and grooming, you are then responsible for your child to engage in and become stuck in a rut called-

passivity...and then in time they will continue to just stick with mediocrity in their thoughts because they are too afraid to be out of the box... I tell you what..when I was growing up- I got my azz kicked alot...I tried to follow that rule of- If someone hits you, don't hit back. Go tell a teacher...Yes that was all fine and good..BUT what some parents...*not all* but some- do not realize is that your child will still get their ass kicked for then being a snitch. When I got tired of having my ass kicked daily I then arose to the occasion and started defending myself... I got to a point that when the 3:00 playground challenged was issue- Instead of running and hiding, I fought...Sometimes I lost...sometimes I won...But I took a stand against those that wanted me to be a victim....I chose to be a victor.

And then...this is what the radio person had to say next..."Well, I understand what you are saying, but we also have to look at the teachings of Jesus and how he was bullied and he never did anything back...We too should be the same way...."

My response- "yes I agree to a certain extent, however it also states in the Bible to not bear false witness or seek revenge and you are currently breaking that by doing drive by's in your neighborhood to report those in your subdivision for breaking the water curfew band.....Instead of rising to the occasion and being a man by going to your neighbors, knocking on their doors and asking them to stop." "You are in a sense passive and chose to remain in your sacred space just to keep from being retaliated against." "As for Jesus he may not have lifted a finger, but there were others that did on his behalf I am sure. And if you wish to pull the Jesus card, that is fine, however in scriptures it also states to Pluck out your eye or cut off your arm to keep from sinning. Let me know when you start to chop off body parts."

He then kinda of hesitates as to probably be thinking..."Who the hell put this girl on the line." After a moment he then says: "Well, I just think that your methods are not appropriate considering how we are to follow with Jesus' teachings.To Turn the other Cheek..And well....I don't know."

My response- "Well I understand what you are trying to convey to your listeners however please do not misunderstand what I am speaking. I am not saying that kids need to just up and fight all of the time. I am saying that children should be able to stand up for themselves and rise to challenges in order to be able to adapt to this world that is going to hell in a basket quicker than a Larry Bird dunk. I am saying that parents and children need to be more involved with each other, and school officials to be more proactive in challenges than to be passive and give in to those that desire nothing more than to be vicious in their thoughts and actions towards those that are weak. Turning the cheek all of the time is not what Jesus wants of us- and what happened when you have no cheeks left to turn and offer? Being a bully comes in many forms. Not just physically but mentally. You are basically confirming as an example mind you, that when a person cannot think for themselves and allows someone to run over them, that they should still do whatever it takes to befriend them in hopes that they come over to the bright side of things.. And that just won't happen. It is a chance you take. But if we continue to teach this type of passivity to our kids, when we are dead and gone, who will be there to guide them on how to fight for freedom and liberties if they continue to remain oppressed?"

By this time- the announcer then decides that they have to depart- but that I was very insightful and they enjoyed my call.. I too enjoyed calling in..I have no beef against anyone..truly...People do against me, and yo- that's ok too because I know who I am and do not need someone to validate me. However I am raising a warrior...not a pansy...and if he cannot learn to stand even after being knocked down- he will never be the victor that he is destined to be- but only a mere pawn in someones Else's chess game.

I beg to differ. I would rather him call... Check Mate.

callie

Just when at times I feel like tossing in the towel on blogging...Just when my own issues have mounted up and has me up against the wall- I find a little silver lining in the break of the dark clouds.... Todays came in the form of my friend BoBo in Singapore.... I found her site months ago and knew I had to add her to my blog roll.... Not only is she beautiful and kind and sensitive to those around her- but she makes me bust a hearty laugh with her thoughts...I went on her site today to check on her because I know from her other post recently she was feeling a little blue... Instead I found this- that she wrote about me and others she has met through the blogosphere:




My Styles Owner Callie:
has also given Bobo many hugs. She's honest in the way she writes and always makes Bobo feel at home in her blog. Bobo loves to read her entries cos they make her feel like everyone's the same... that people have their own quirks too. :) Love Callie

BoBo, this is the sweetest thing....It REALLY brightened my day because I have been down also...But....this makes up for so much... Thank you!!!





-callie

Ok.....Ramblings from me at this moment of drinking Red-Bull....

1. I do not like this Red Bull drink...It leaves a funny aftertaste in my mouth....*ack*

2. Brittney Spears..... keeping up with her and this paternity issue is like the Jenny Craig commercial Anna Nicole used to do.... "Get Fat-Get Thin, Get Fat Get Thin" YO! Just straighten the hell up and decide what you wanna do.....geez.

3. I so want to jump through the phone at the person calling me smacking in my ear. That is just so rude.....

4. Marie Osmond...Poor her! I saw her nasty little tumble on the net, and she hit that floor like a sack of bricks. But you know what was astonishing, she looked so beautiful still.. Even when they picked her up and held her for her mini interview of what the heck happened yo?! She was still so elegant and graceful...She looks like one her many dolls..I jus wanna throw that out there.

5. You can no longer dance a jig in the football endzone? I didn't know that if that is true.

6. Tofu Enchiladas rawk sox!

7. I want a dog...a Pomeranian....and I want it to be a little girl so I can put hair bows on her...

8.Sheila E. looks FAB!

9. I wonder if Mariahs new perfume will be a hit. Considering how much of a Diva she is, I reckon it will be because she wouldn't put her name on anything less than. But...ya think the marketing team could have come up with something better than the letter "M" to promote it?Other than that she states she helped create it because of things she likes...Tahitian Tiare, Moroccan incense and...Marshmallows...Yep...Marshamallows...She says you won't smell like one...However I beg to differ..You may not smell like one...But you might be a tad tasty. If not for a special loved one- you might for a bug.

10. And number 10.How many licks does it take to reach the tootsie roll in a tootsie pop?

Juz roll with it I tell ya.

Things People..I am understanding in knowing...Basically today- I am learning alot...example-

1. Old people cannot drive...And I am not talking about just old people- I am talking about the ones where the ladies wear every piece of jewelry they own with slathered green or blue eyeshadow on their eyes and then dunk themselves in either BenGay or Tabu perfume...I am talking about the old men that wear the shorts like Urkle with knee highs and the sock strap showing.....Bless their hearts..They cannot drive... Go forward- they go in reverse. Park in a parking space- they park in three...geez.

2. I am stuck on Band Aid cause Band Aid is stuck all over me. literally. doctor visits. I got pricked and prodded in all areas on yesterday. I look as if I had an accident with the needle as my arms are swollen and blue.... I am typing this with 2 band aid fingers people. Show my some Lurve.

3. Regardless of how some people feel about movie stars, singing stars *coughs Brittney Spears* there will always be someone that is totally in love with them. another example- Kid Rock...all I see is -slimy...but alas some buxom false tittied women will see "hottie"....

4. I have a zit....on my ass....I know....it's weird..but there it is....just there...I cannot decide to bust it or not...so for now- I just apply a hot compress... and pray that it goes down...well..not that anyone is looking at my butt- but it's annoying to me ya know?

5. Women love *stuff*...I try not to be a clutterholic, but I have once again accumulated *stuff*....and isn't major...it's just stuff that I think is important- but really isn't...but...it's important....*stuff*

6. Men have a bodily tool that allows them to pee straight, direct, and if need be can draw their name in snow..and yet they cannot for the love of all that is Holy, pee into the toilet....Riddle.Me.That.

7. Having a BBQ meal should mean that you have the basic staples of BBQ flair...BBQ, bread...potato salad...corn on the cob...things of that nature....However I have had it slapped in my face that here in Georgia- BBQ comes with stew- that they call Brunswick stew- in which to me- all of those side items are thrown together in a soup like base...and that is BBQ fit for a King....Ok...shawty...I don't know where the hell you all came up with that- but in the hood at the BBQ's I know- not only do we have side items of Cole Slaw- Salads, watermelon and banana pudding- BUT we also play dominoes and spades with our weapons proudly displayed on the table. And then that waitress had the nerve to plop my plate on the table with no sauce on it! what??? She told me I could apply my own sauce....*ack*

8. Gas station attendants can own a gas station, and not know directions...Instead you are told by pointing gestures to buy a map...

9. David Copperfield is under investigation by the Feds for sexual misconduct? Really? Do you think he will make himself disappear? I'm just askin yo.

10. I recommend the Godiva chocolate drink from the above brand new Chevron Mart. It really tastes like a melted bar of their chocolates. and it's chilled...yum....but...I know that one is enough because my stomach does not agree with artificially pumped cows milk. I need the real deal.

So...Whadda ya know today?

Courteousy of your friendly Blog Piratess:
callie

One of the many posts that I have found hard to do is probably this one....Letting go completely, moving on... That is one thing in life that is hard to do isn't it? We get to places in our selves and in our hearts where we hang onto things, perhaps thinking something or someone will change- and yet- we Hope.......Hope is a good thing, it gives up the capacity to continue believing in something- even when the odds may seem against us...Such is my case.....So is this post- this story.....

I feel- it is time for me to completely let go of someone that I had loved... That I had grown to love and admire...Unfortunately- they did not feel the same.. And through the months I kept hoping that they would........Only it did not and will not turn out that way.... Am I angry? no...I was..I will not sit here and lie.. I went through a very hard period and time in my life where I went through mourning...It was basically a death...and in that process I went through alot of validation, anger, sadness, all the things associated with a very big loss..... And here it is- months later and I need to totally let go- in order for me to be whole.... THIS is where YOU come in......

I have kept something very dear to me...A blog journal of this experience.... No one knew...I created it...and alot is shared in it..Alot of me....alot of him..... I...personally cannot delete it...I still do not have the strength..And yet I do believe that where one person may not have the strength to do something on their own, when another person comes alongside and holds them up they can assist in doing so.... I am calling on one of such grace and strength.....I am asking for one of you to be the one to Delete this blog of my soul....... So- this is how I will do this..... In the comment section of this post- please submit your name..... and I will choose by Friday....The person I will select will have the honor of going into this site- and deleting it......You will be the one to be my strength -where I have none...You will be the one to see my heart, and will be the one to help me move on..Dance on.....

Do you have that strength? That grace......Sign up.....Last day to do this is on tomorrow....

callie

That's right Peoples... I met the Beast on Saturday and Cried...And what pray tell would make the Beauty cry...I shall begin this tale of woe from the beginning. So grab some coffee or whatever, cop a squat and read on.....

You see, it started last Friday when my aunt came to visit me for lunch..She then presented to me the Willie Wonka excitement tickets of Six Flags over Georgia. 4 of those to be exact... In turn I generously suprised my son and the other boys and decided, Saturday let's make a day of it... Now- there is something magical when escorting 3 teens around a theme park- skipping down a hill arm in arm with tweety bird and sylvester the cat... It was like- being a kid who thrived on Sugar smacks and bubble gum...All that was missing was the little birds swarming around my head....First- we decided to do a roller coaster called the Cyclone..I like that..It is kinda small but not really, very smooth ride and makes you feel like you are on a slide....No problema.... We then decided to do another roller coaster in which we were turned upside down, alot- while standing...That was ok.....no problema... We get on the log flume and get semi wet...sloshed around for a moment...And then...that music started...In my head.....ya know that one....

JAWS....the theme...started playing in my head as all of us stopped at one roller coaster and just stared..... It was...Huge....It was....long......and...errr...it was huge..... We are all staring at this thing, and listening to the people scream by us- and hesitantly we all agreed to ride on it...... The closer we got in the line- *which moved fast by the way* the more hesitant I became...... And that music...you know the one??? JAWS theme...started to play louder and faster...and then it was our turn........

First of all people...I will admit I am a speed junkie...Cars. bikes...thrills..I love it...HOWEVER- there comes a point in an adults life- where I think we need to re-evaluate the traumas we put our bodies through...Hence the next episode...Keep reading....

We get into our seats which resemble a 2 seater love sofa... My son and Juan are in front of Luis and myself....People...where was the little strap in belts and all that???? There aren't any! There is only a in between your crotch lap bar..... Oh- I should have known something was up when the little attendent person came to me and said: Maam, your gonna have to take your flip flops off and leave them on the counter...they will fly off....... say what???? Ok...so...my dumb ass- hands her my flip flops and I look at Luis, and Luis has turned 5 shades of white..Ghost white. beyond dead white...... Onward....this machine starts moving... Slowly....kinda...moving...Up a hill...a steep ass hill......

Halfway point- I start to see all of atlanta, probably Tennessee and South Carolina also.....I look over at Luis, and he looks at me and says:

Ms. Callie????? Are you alright.????
I look at him and all braveness has left me like Elvis leaving the building! I look at him and say...

"Nooooooooooooo.." and start to cry like the bitch I am....And ya wanna see why????? I gathered this from the internet just to show you what I was looking at on the FIRST DROP:



FACTS: about this bullshit:
Cresting the 200-foot lift hill, Goliath begins a stomach loosing
17 story drop at 70 mph
For airtime lovers there should be plenty to be found as the trains ride a series of zero-gravity hills and drops.....all at 70 mph.... There were a total of 7 of these drops at different heights at the same speed...
170 feet-First,175 feet-Second,129 feet-Third,118-feet Fourth,79 feet-Fifth,56 feet-Sixth,48 feet-Seventh............

FUNK.THAT.NOIZE. People! If you are a beaver use your teeth to hold on to whatever you can grab...Now it explains why they took my flip flops, and why I saw dentures in cups and all kinds of articles that can possibly *fly-away*........ People..My body just cannot handle that kind of stress anymore....No shame...I cried like a bitch the whole time! My snot may have hit someone behind us..I did not care! Poor Luis had never been to an amusement park such as this- and he may never go again..He was done...He tried to explain to his other relatives from guatamala what he was feeling by camera phone, but I don't think they comprehended it very well, because after wards, I was holding him up- while trying to hold myself up- and look somewhat presentable as I went to gather my flip flops- because after all- I ended up looking like I ran into Tammy Faye Baker on accident....

Another Shot:


yeah...I think we shimmied around this curve fast enough to hurl a vomit ball or two for extra effect......Needless to say- the rest of the day- or shall I say 10 hours- was pretty easy in deciding what we wanted to ride and would not ride...I no longer rode the other coasters, as I was content for the day. The boys decided to do a few more tamer ones, and then we all stuck with the water rides, and the little kiddie haunted house...So what! Laugh at me peoplez. I don't care....There is no shame in that....

Continue snickering away....I did however notice a nice little reminder... As I was stepping out of the shower and hiked my leg to dry off I noticed bruises...Blue bruises between my thighs....Yeah- either I was riding an imaginary bull or I was squeezing the heck out of the crotch buster...........The things we do for our kids and for ourselves for a thrill people.

I.Am.Done.
proceed to laugh.......

callie