There’s a discussion going on a list I’m on, about soulmates. Some have tossed around the idea that it’s a means of keeping us fantastically glued to the “one overall true love” ideal. I disagree. I think it’s fantastic when two soulmates come together to walk a magical life as one unit, and I applaud and respect it. However, I don’t believe in one soulmate per person, as a soulmate is someone we readily connect with on the soul level, that feeling of knowing a person forever, even if it’s only a few minutes. Like all relationships, these relationships have to be nurtured to grow, even if you can separate for years, and come together like it was just yesterday when you last met. This also doesn’t mean said person is “the one”, because as those of us who’ve done this can attest to, sometimes it’s just next to impossible to live a life with a soulmate and it’s best to keep things at an intimate friend-level than an intimate lover-level.

Anyway, those are my passive thoughts for the day.

Maybe I’m just strange, but it’s a wonderful feeling to get up in the morning and put on my underwear and have them stay put, and not have to yank them out every 5 minutes.

In other news, while I promised myself I’d stay away from the military forum, I broke my promise. My update this morning just pissed me off. God damned vets who blanket a feminist this or feminist that, in the theory that us “feminists” think that all women can do things better than men because we’re women. Fucking BULLSHIT! I know women that I wouldn’t trust my life to, and I know men that I wouldn’t trust my life to either. No female on this forum has said “women can do it because we’re women.” No, we’ve been saying that, yes, indeed, there are women who can cut it, let them have their shot and prove themselves. Hell, the little pissants half of them are talking about, I wouldn’t want in my unit.

Had one story about a woman on a naval fire squad, who asked for re-assignment after a real fire proved she couldn’t pull her weight. My question is, how come she didn’t know this before hand? I know the military is big on drills, making sure that people can pull their own weight when the time comes, so why this? What officer above her was slacking in not making sure that everyone under him/her could pull their duty? And why didn’t this woman make sure she could pull her duty herself?

Seriously, slack-ass stuff like this ranks up there with people who decide at ship time, that they’re a conscious objector to the war, because they enlisted for college funds. It’s the military, the extras are icing on the cake for you to do your duty, not a loophole to get out of it. Sheesh, we’ve raised a bunch of fluffy pretty kitties with no concept of honour or duty in this country.

And for the record, that’s a gender-blind comment. *eg*

So, it seems like the Massage Licensure Law is waiting for Sonny Perdue’s signature and all the Libertarian therapists are pissy. Oh well, I’m for it, I’m happy it’s finally made it this far and I’ve already got my ducks in a row to get my license and add an L to all the initials after my name.

The main bitch I’ve heard is “my school has already had to make so many changes to the curriculum to get up to speed! This isn’t fair!” Deal with it, if your school has to do that, I’d be questioning the school and why it’s not surpassing the most stringent state licensure requirements. That was one of the things I looked at when deciding on a school, not to mention the curriculum in general.

Also, take a good look at the laws on the books across GA, and think about whether or not you might want to move to a different county in the future. Seriously, you want mass variety, Fulton and Dekalb are the only two counties that even remotely look similar, the further out you go, the more whacked the laws look. Cherokee co. has the most stringent, likening your school certification to a $10,000+ education on how to fuck someone, Cobb county comes close, but at least they admit that you didn’t have to take “sex” ed.

Does this change the fact that when you show up to the county courthouse to apply for your business license, you get fingerprinted because you’re lumped in there with the bar and liquor licenses, and this isn’t to apply for a spa license (got me what they have to go through). This is simply for a storefront office or for a home office. Trust me, I’m finally at the point where I can apply for a license for my home office.

Honestly, I’d rather go in and present my certifications and association memberships than be treated like a street whore.

More info on the wounded journalist, and a good question – If we are trying to target journalists, how is it that so many of them live? Or is it just that the Army has difficulty with aiming at a distance?

CNN update to yesterday’s report on Cameraman. Sounds like CBS might have a problem on their hands in the future

I succeeded in getting sun today. No colour, but I got sun. A whole hour’s worth and no pink or pink/red. *yay* My Scotsman and I are planning on going out for Indian than over to the theater for Sin City, we’ll see.

I’ve managed to maintain high days for almost 2 weeks, with only a slight dip. I’m quite happy about that. Found out my nieces are going to be Christened in June, so I somehow need to work my way back to Texas for the ceremony, maybe a weekend trip or something. Planning the Ozzfest trip for July, figure a week there, and then 2 weeks in Italy sometime after May. *happynakedlaradance*

And infopocalypse has returned to the cellar to work on my site, so far it’s looking pretty spiffy. *bounce bounce*

In other news, a netacquaintance of mine pointed out that he never would have figured the person writing my spiritblog and the person writing this journal are one in the same. Well, there’s a reason for it. This is my general bitching journal about the things I do on a day-to-day basis. Occassionally, I cross-post, but not often. I do a lot of meditative work, and it doesn’t always come out so nice and clear as a 100pg graduation thesis. I like to call them energetic thoughts, the things that words don’t always accurately describe. Like when I merged with that person in one of my conference sessions. How does one explain the internal rush and freedom in a manner that’s not flighty? How does one fully explain the feelings experienced when you look at your bf/gf and realize that you love this person, or even the night you fell in-love and the ensuing expression?

Seriously, I understand that I have this “punk” aire about my usual rants and raves. That’s most of the outside, daily existence that everyone sees. But I am an extremely passionate person about my dreams, my experiences and my inner workings, and sometimes I need to let those be seen. Not because they’re of some benefit to someone, because I really don’t know, but because I need people to see that part of me and know that it exists. I’ve spent years shutting myself behind a hard-core “I can’t be touched” bitch exterior that I’m starting to choke. And if coming out as a spiritual entity is a means of cracking that shell, then so be it. It’s what I have to do to accomplish my goals.

If I can find any info on it, I’ll post it.

But press release from the military-

A CBS cameraman was injured just outside of Mosul, as he stood next to a man with an AK-47 who was a military target. After being treated at a local hospital, and preparing for release, his camera was checked and footage that indicated he was planted in that location, or at least had information, for a pending insurgent attack on US soldiers. He is currently being held, and investigated, by the US military.

Edit Freelance cameraman…links below:

BBC

Reporters Sans Borders

CBS

I have shiney para boots. Now for a skull to dirty them with….

In other news, talked with the whipping boy yesterday, much coolness as we seem to have a good bit in common, besides thinking the other is absolutely hot. I am almost done with my park bench, needs a couple more coats of stain before I can put it together in its place of glory.

If it’s nice out this weekend, might actually park my butt outside on the porch and see if I can get a little colour to my skin.

Cheers!