SunshineFuAngel Team 2 Stilletto Girl's blog: "My Thoughts and Stuff"

OK now I know this is just venting, but some thinggs really piss me off. for starters, people, specifically PARENTS who seem to think "Nothing will happen". Ya know, maybe once it DOES happen you will learn a tough lesson! Why rant and anger? I know, I am not an angry person, but I am right now. Today at work, I was on patrol, when I cam across a jet black Rav4 SUV, and jet black tinted indows, with some movement inside. Now mind you, its 8pm right this second and its the coolest been in 4 days an rigth now its 89 degrees, about 4pm when I found this car, it was close to 98 degrees. And a black car, averages an 16 degere higher temp inside. Now, remembering this, as I got closer, I found a 1 yr old, in a car seat, a 5 yr old and a 7yr old. Locked inside, windows up, car OFF! I talked the 7 yr old into opening the car and got them out, with bright red flushed cheeks, the baby was sweating badly. Now WTF????? About 20 min later, the uncle, who had brought them comes strolling out of the mall, and was like 'whats going on'. We informed him it was a felony in the state of florida, due to the heat, to leave children of that age in a car unattended. He was like, 'Oh sorry'. That was it,,omg,,,WTF IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE???????????

My little girl left for boot camp tonight. I have so many mixed feelings. I am scared, proud, sad, happy for her, a huge array of feelings. My first one to leave home. I never thought the day would come. I would be happy with all my girls never growing up an leaving. I know most parents look forward to the day the kids grow up and become adults. But most are just going off to college in such. Mine maybe be going into war... She called a few minutes ago from the Mepps station and bcan you believe it? She was crying cause she is worried about ME??? My kids are the best. She used her 1 call tonight to make sure I was ok. Not to vent and tell me how scared she is, which I know she is. But to check on Me.... I get one more call from her when she gets off the plane tomorrow at Fort Jackson in South Carolina. I was told it will be about 2 minutes she will be allowed to talk. I am in shock still I think. My stonmach hurts tonight and its everything I can do, not to cry right now. I dotn want to let go... Why do I have too? Why cant I keep them home for their lifetime to make sure they are safely asleep in their beds at night?? And my love, Greg, should be landing in Vegas soon. I cant even talk to him right now. I feel so lost tonight and so alone. I know I have 2 more at home still but its not the same. My family is no longer complete :(

Here is something Every American should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true:

We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, "Taps." It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.

But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.

Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.

During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.

When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.

The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.

The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.

The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.

The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.

But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.

The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform.

This wish was granted.

The haunting melody, we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals was born.

The words are: Day is done. Gone the sun. From the lakes From the hills. From the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh.

Fading light. Dims the sight. And a star. Gems the sky. Gleaming bright. From afar. Drawing nigh. Falls the night.

Thanks and praise. For our days. Neath the sun Neath the stars. Neath the sky. As we go. This we know. God is nigh

I too have felt the chills while listening to "Taps" but I have never seen all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than one verse . I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if you had either so I thought I'd pass it along.

I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.

Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country. Also Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; and for those presently serving in the Armed Forces.

Please send this on after a short prayer.

Make this a Prayer wheel for our soldiers...please don't break it .

I was walking thru the woods, When I came upon a tree. There was something special, Something I could not see. I tried to talk To this very tall tree, And couldnt understand, Why he wouldnt talk to me. I came each day, And the tree began to speak, He told me of the Rivers, And of the Mountain Peaks! Each day I came to visit, The tree grew very old, But I loved to hear the stories, And fairy tales he told! I came one day, And found my tree gone! They had chopped him down, As though he didnt belong! I knew in my heart, My friend had grown old, But I will never forget him! Or the stories that he told! Written By: Sunshine I wrote this at 15 years old, thats when I first discovered I could write poetry. But it was much more then that. I had the biggest crush on a guy whose family ran the local T-shirt silkscreen/transfer shop in the mall. Although he was 20, I was 15, he flirted back to satisfy my childlike crush, as he was madly in love with another girl. She and I also were friends. But I was head over heels in puupy love with Jeff. He would always try to tell me about boys and how I really was a beuatiful girl under the glasses, and buck teeth, the acne that covered my face. He always said I would blossom one day and make all the boys sorry for picking on me. I went one day to visit, as usual, and there was s sign on the window. Closed due to death in the family! My heart sank. Somehow, even though the parents were older, and there were 4 children, somehow, my heart knew it was Jeff. That friday night he was drinking and driving home. He missed the corner going onto the bridge over to Cape Coral in Florida. He went head first into a tree. Severing the car in half, and Jeff. My rock, my ego boost, my mentor, the guy who made me believe in myself, he was gone. I wrote this to be read at his funeral. I was never the same again. But I did learn by my 20 year class reunion, those words he said day in and day out, they rang true. Seems every boy in school that showed up, amazingly stated that all along in high school they liked me..I got to say, ya right! When? Before or after you shoved me in a locker? Knocked the books outta my hand? Had your friends laugh at me? I did get the last laugh. But I had a blast. I didnt hold it against them, we all grow up. Point is, Everyone has loved, lost and will love again. Thats the cycle of life. Jeff taught me that too :)

Subject: cold wax
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax. Read on.........
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax. I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!* I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has som secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter "So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!!! It works !!" I get a hearty congratulations from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color......

If your a woman, especially with children, or just alone in this fight, please, feel free to write me, message me. It will be with total discretion. I understand. I am a survivor. I may not be able to help you get out, you have to be ready to help yourself. But I can guide you to do that. I can give you the list of resources that will help you get out when your ready! Dont let anyone, man, woman, keep you down. Your a beautiful part of this world, and do not ever let anyone tell you any different!

Well, I am starting to feel a bit better for those of you who know I have been ill these past few days..I think whatever flu bug was trying to put me down is passing..Finally! I still cannot swallow, my throat is very sore, but my chest is clearing up and I even just got up and ate! yeaaaaaaaa Anyhow. While I have been here and there, I have discovered that there are a few on here, who have been well, lets just say they should really get a grip. Please, and I am asking so very nicely, if I havent added you to my family, then chances are I wont. Some of you I will when I level up and can allow a few more, but only a few more will be added. No, you cant see the NSFW pics without being family. I am not NUDE in them. You are not missing any ummmm private lower area shots,,ok? It is photography done for an Art Exhibit. When they are done being edited, they go to print, and are reproduced to be sold at a gallery. These are just the raw images they will be editing. When I get shout outs begging me for almost 20 minutes to let you see them, I start thinking that 1) you should not be on my friends list as that worries me, and 2) That you never left puberty. A man can handle being told that it is personal and I would rather not. A little boy cannot. And if you cannot handle being asked to respect my wishes, then I certainly will never let you see them, as that would tell me you would not respect the pictures for what they are: ART I hope I havent offended anyone, but I really thought about this tonight all night. And I feel I need to do this,,,,, Thank you to all my friends, I really do love you all and appreciate all the support you have shown me :) ***mwahzzzzzzzzzzzz** Peace and Love to you all! Sunshine

I put music, and new graphics on my page. Check it out and let me know what you think? Does it look ok everyone? **mwahzzz** Sunshine