Veteran’s Day 2011 – I Will Never Forget

Last night Ducky tried to watch Vietnam in HD on History as we sat at the dinner table eating our savory hot chicken and dumplings, a voice from the TV recounted their experiences and terror of the 1968 Tet Offense – And tears fought to run from my eyes and down my face. This distressed Ducky to the point of him going back to the boring Georgia Tech game, a game in which neither of us were vested. I didn’t want him to change the channel, but I didn’t have the ability to say the words that were choked in my throat by tears of sorrow, which I think only moved him more to switch channels.

I don’t believe in war, yes, I recognize there are instances where even I could agree war was a necessary evil, the worse of two evils, where two wrongs might, might end up as ending in a right. Where we have been is a lesson for the future – one my country refuses to hear. I sat there crying for the lives lost, for veterans spit on, for youth, soldiers, and sacrifices forgotten. Not only in Vietnam, but in all wars before and since. Old men send our youth off to die in the name of ego, oil, commerce. They send our youth off to fight someone else’s civil war – Korea, Vietnam, and Bosnia.

Today is Veteran’s Day 2011, tears run down my face with each song I play in the memory of those who felt the call of my country to arms; tears and pain for those who died, for those who suffer their loss, and for those who came back. I don’t believe in war, but I believe in our youth, I believe in the innocence lost, I believe in what will never be for those who never come back, and I mourn what will never be for those who do. I believe in each of those souls, I believe in their honor, and I will mourn their memory - both those I knew, and those I never had the honor to meet. I grieve at the feet of their offering and stand against war for the rest of my life.

Please say thank you to a Veteran today, you don’t have to honor the war, where they were sent, but honor their courage, their commitment to this country, and the loss of their innocence and far, far too often the loss of their lives.



My Veteran’s Day playlist

John Flynn – Dover
Dixie Chicks – Travelin’ Soldier
John Michael Montgomery – Letters From Home
Billy Ray Cyrus – Some Gave All
Tim McGraw – If You’re Reading This
Toby Keith – American Soldier
Amie Lynn - The Star Spangle Banner (although I believe America The Beautiful should be our national anthem – go Ray Charles)
Will.i.am & Faith Hill – America’s Song

Please honor a Veteran, today, and everyday. Then go out and work to end war so we don’t have to have more men and women become veterans.

Sith,
Cele

We Interrupt this blog for a rant

A rant on aging. Yes, I have it, you have it, we all have it. And despite the best efforts of Pounce De Leon, the best plastic surgeons that Beverly Hills has to offer, and of course all the vitamin and fitness gurus it will find you too. You can’t ignor it, okay you can, but I can’t – age is hitting me and in the worst possible place… my mirror.

You laugh, ergo you are young, but you wait, you will find hair growing where it never has, not growing where it was once abundant. And then horror upon horror, it is now gray.

I have hair growing where no woman wants hair to grow - on my chin. Now not enough to be employed by a traveling side show, but it’s there paired with an every lovely set of eyebrows that is becoming unruly. And yes I pluck – my chin, my brows – it’s become quite a time consuming task. And when it’s not consuming my time, it’s consuming my thoughts. Because folks, not only and I growing hair on my chin, but its white. Now scientist will tell you white is a lack of color – there must be something to that because I can feel them when I rub my finger over my chin, but I can’t see them.

Stop it, I see just fine, as long as I have on a pair of 250 readers and a magnifying mirror. Seriously, I can see every thing going down the road as long as it is ten inches away from my nose (which is long and adds to the problem.) So now I have invisible white hairs growing from my chin that I can’t find until I’m driving down the road and they’ve caught themselves in the wire wrap of my pendant.

“Honestly officer, I didn’t see the car passing me on the left because I got the hair on my chin caught and I couldn’t turn my head as I was changing lanes.”

I don’t have to shave my legs or toes either, because I can’t see any hair (and folks that distance is 10 inches away from my nose). But apparently Ducky can’t seen them either, because he’s not bitching as he strokes my downy soft legs.

To add insult to injured ego my once firm and bouncy breast are now puff soft and saggy beyond repair. I want a bra that is sexy. You go find an affordable, sexy bra in a size 36 G or bigger. I’m not that big bosomed, but confound it I want my boobs to stay in my cups.
Do they? Not on your life. And where men once prayed for one to pop out, now they are praying I’ll put them back in. I would just like them to be perky and firm, instead of four inches below my elbows.

This is just more fodder (solid fodder at that) in the arguement that God is male, a woman wouldn't do this to another woman (well there was that one Buffy episode, but that was just TV) So be forewarned, this too will happen to you. My tips for a healthier middle aged ego – 1) Get the breast reduction now. 2) Get electrolysis while you can still see you chin hairs. And most important 3) find men who are blind so they don’t notice.

Sith,
Cele