Emergency

Good day to you all!

Man! I have got to get this out in the open. Police Departments SUCK for the most part. I think, first of all, the most common excuse for mistakes surrounding police departments is this: "we are understaffed." Well, MORONS, do what most other people do when in need: MARKET YOUR PROFESSION! Damn, it does not take a group of brain surgeons to figure this one out. When the military is in need, you all of a sudden start to see these eye-catching new billboards, commercials, and they even throw out the occasional catch phrases. The medical field does the same thing. GEEEZZZ!

Ok, by this time you must be asking, what the hell happened? It starts WAY back when, when I would watch re-runs of the Andy Griffith Show. I mean, Barney Fife was a goof (thanks Robb for the new word.) But he had some basic skills, right? Then there was an ex from a LONG time ago, Carlysle. He was a PI, and I saw lots of basic stuff there, too. I have since seen lots and lots of BAD police work. Maybe it's that I hold them to a different expectation, or something, I don't know, but, man, these dudes are something else.

Check this out: About a week or two ago, there was a robbery at a nearby convenience store. After questioning the victims the cops left. Well...there was a stolen vehicle in the parking lot, they never ran the plates til two days later when another concerned citizen questioned the car's presence. What in the HELL? You would think, that the Popo's would have damn ran all the tags of every single vehicle in the parking lot. Nope. Get this...it gets better. You know the concerned citizen I just told you about, that reported the strange vehicle? Well, she called the non-emergency number, they connected her to someone else, they got angry at her and told her she needed to call inspections. Now, she explained the situation well. There were NO holes. She explained AGAIN this was a business, not some residence someone has abandoned cars on...dumb asses. Guess what? The cops finally were convinced they needed to come look at this vehicle...it was stolen from a family from Alabama, who were vacationing in Florida. The car had been there in that parking lot for about two weeks. Dumb asses.

Back to the robbery, the police came and talked to me today b/c I have some possible information. Well, I basically told them the most logical solution to the whole damn thing...do you know, they found that hard to believe? LMAO! I mean, I have someone, who I know was in the area at the time of the crime. Did not have to have his car in the parking lot, fits the physical description perfectly. Dumb asses.

Well, I just don't know about cops. I would like to sing praise to Homewood, AL Police Department. Supposedly, they have 1 cop for every 10 citizens there. Guess what this place reminds me of: Mayberry. Go fuckin figure.

Feelings...

I'm sitting here tonight, this morning, whatever, in my room...completely bored. I have done everything I have had to do today. I have taken my walk. Gone to church. Read. The only thing I haven't done is talk to Robb the amount of time I wish I could have. GRRR! How exciting though! I mean, I have fallen for someone. One that is unlike any other. This rush of emotions is just bigger than I thought. You know that moment that just hits you like a ton of bricks and you decide you don't want to live without someone? It happened tonight...

He and I were chatting...I guess he fell asleep or got booted or something. I don't know...I knew I missed him then, but, OH BOY...nothing like the wave I felt later...LOL...I was laying there this morning about 3 a.m. and I was just awakened by feelings...I was all bundled up in like three blankets, although, it's like 400 degrees outside...and it was like KA--BOOM! It hit me. It hit me in a way it hasn't before. I don't want to live my life not knowing him more. Wanting him in my life.

It's odd. How you are just going along, minding your own business. Getting comfortable with things. Kind of like when things started developing as they did with Robb. Yes, even I had gotten a little comfortable, dating, being pissed off at men who just were not me, at all. Then I realized...this guy is a little more than someone I just want to chat with. He's just like me. He's a wonderful, intelligent, handsome man. Thing is, I trust him in ways I can't express. Why not me? I deserve to find something everlasting. I think he deserves to find something everlasting. God placed him here. I'm going to do everything humanly possible to keep him here. If you haven't guessed yet, I'm talking about Robb...

Now I can't sleep. So I wrote. Now I'm gonna read some more.

Love some of you...

Chance encounter...

Hello, everyone...I know, I know, I haven't written anything horrible about men, or stupid drivers in mini-vans lately...Weird, you might say...

I just have to get this out there:

I do have a really good reason...Robb. I am not all hating anybody right now. I am the happiest I have been in quite sometime. I have nothing to be angry about. No sarcastic words or funny stories to tell when it comes to him. On the other hand, he and I exchange funny stories all the time and I get the biggest kick out of him possible.

Ok, ok, ok...I guess I need to explain just a bit. You are probably reading, thinking, "who is Robb?" Robb is this guy who on June 2, just said hello to me. I guess he was bored and was just surfing the net or something, and BAM he said "hello." I responded eventually. From there we started this friendship that was from the beginning upfront and honest. I shared with him my blog and he responded that he and I are JUST alike. After reading some things he had written, it was obvious to me that we do share alot of the same personality traits. From there to here, we have grown more and more attached to each other. I can't stop thinking about him. My thoughts are consumed with him. I am not complaining either. Please, make no mistake.

I am just seriously happy at this point. The day I finally get to meet him and hold his hand will be a day I will most likely melt and become liquid Carla. LOL! Yeah, I know alot of you are like...HELLO??? WHERE IS CARLA? I'm here, I swear...It's really me...Just a happy version of me.

My thoughts and prayers are constantly with this guy. I have no idea why the connection has been made. I just think that we met now for a reason. I think now we have been brought together to bring a certain level of peace in each other's lives. I know, I can only speak for myself. He had brought a certain peace to me.

I only hope I remain this happy. With him around, I'm most certain I will.

As far as writing about people driving mini-vans, I just haven't ran into any of these RETARDS lately. That is the only good reason I can think of for that one.

HEY!!! You take care and be good. Until next time...

TOO Cool

Now, some things you run across from time to time are just TOO damn cool...I dropped by the grocery today and as I was parking, I saw one cool ass car! It was a 1970, Mach 1 Mustang with a 351, of course...OMG...I literally thought I might have a coronary...This car looked like it had just been driven out of a showroom. I had to approach this man and let him know just how much I LOVED HIS CAR! It was white with the black down the middle...He let me look inside and sit in the driver's seat! OMG...I just am having a hard time getting past this one...In case you didn't know, I'm all about the old old mustangs...I had a 1967, Carolina blue one, with all the bells and whistles the car "originally" came with...So, go ahead...ask me anything about old mustangs, I WILL be able to answer the question...

I know most of you are like WHAT IN THE HELL?? You must remember...I have many, many different layers. Which actually boils down to so many interests...Yes, I am the prissy chic who is all about the hair, makeup, and could be sometimes classified as "fashion police", but, please! I can be into cars too. I paint too. I make jewelry. I prefer to say I am like an rose with many different layers of petals...

That's all for now...Love a few of you!

Bad Hair

WOMEN WOMEN WOMEN!

Check it out...Women should totally take more control of their hair! I mean, honestly!

It's all about keeping it sexy:

*There is a time when platinum doesn't do it for you anymore
*There is a time when dark IS better
*There is a time to stop straightening, and a time to start
*You really don't HAVE to color your hair at home
*There are more stylists than the one who found "the perfect do for you back in 1994
*At some point, highlights start looking mousey (like when you have done it over and
over over...there is no definition...Just a bunch of random streaks)...WHY NOT
JUST COLOR YOUR WHOLE FREAKIN HEAD THAT COLOR????
*If you are gonna wear certain colors on your hair, get a tan!
*TOO much hair IS a bad thing (sometimes)
*If you have a choice between split ends and having long hair or getting them cut
off--WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? GET EM CUT OFF!!! It's really not worth it!

You need to have sexy hair! That is what it is all about...Do what you have to do to get "YOUR" sexy hair. Here is a link to a website that has a perfect example of THE WORST HAIR EVER!!!!


Take care, and take care of that hair, ladies!

Perspective...

I must say, that my good friend, Donut and I had a conversation this past weekend that put my ass back into place...I called on Saturday just to check on him because he's been very sick. He let me know he found out that a friend of his had taken his own life...

Now, suicide to me is very serious. Some people think it's something that other people's friends do. Not me. My friend committed it. It is the most heartbreaking, miserable thing. You go thru all these levels of emotions. You feel a sadness for the family. You feel sadness for youself. Of course, you feel selfish. You feel angry. Worst of all: you feel guilt.

Anger. This is the one you try not to feel, but can't get around it. The thought of someone else deciding they are going to take them away from this place. Not give you the opportunity to help. To cause such heartache. How could they ever do that to you? HOW???? Why would they ever do this to you, and the ones they "loved"??? WHY????

Guilt. Should we actually feel guilty and take on the responsibility? Of course. If you feel at all, you will. If you have any love in your heart, you will. If you have any compassion in your soul, you will.

My friend, Bradley O. Cratch committed suicide some years ago. He would be turning 32 this upcoming November 19th. This young man was brilliant. Handsome. Most admiring quality (by me), he was my first male, best friend. He let me see what it was like to have a best friend who was a "boy". He was my highschool best guy friend. I did loose my virginity to him, too. I couldn't think of anyone better to have done that with either. I never knew he had any problems. I knew he was in a marriage that was an emotional rollercoaster. I knew that his life had not taken the track he would have liked to have taken,nor the track everyone else thought it would take.

We are talking about someone who was an exceptional athlete in high school. A very good student. His family absolutely adored him. He had girls just beating his door down. He was well liked as a friend to many, as well. He was part of "us". Our small little graduating class.

After high school, he was accepted to a respectible college. He wanted more. He got in some hot water, quit school, at some point met this girl. Had a "good enough" job.

He and I kept in touch for a bit that first year of school, but after that, we lost track, esp. when he met the love of his life (so to speak). A bit later, he moved in two doors down from me. After we had one conversation, and I saw the reaction of his wife, I knew it was probably easier for us to just wave across the yard when we saw each other. I never once had another conversation with Brad.

I knew that he had a tough time with his marriage. I heard it. Screaming, yelling, and catching wheels in and out of the neighborhood. One day, the fights stopped.

My friend was gone.

Please, if you have any opportunities to be kind to one another, take them. If you have anything you want to say, say it. If you have anything to do, do it. You might not get another opportunity.

Completly Irritated!!!!

Before I start going on, THIS IS MY STORY! I WILL TELL IT IF I FEEL THE NEED, AND I DO!

I am experiencing the weirdest mood ever! I think most of it is because I kept to my word: I was honest! I answered a question and it changed things tremendously...OK...I know you are reading, and wondering, "Carla, what the hell are you talking about??" Let me go deeper on ya...

You know the last posting, it started off about some asshole, Danny...Well, things took a strange twist...As you can see, I was completely done with him as of May 31 at 8 something in the a.m. The time and dates on these postings cannot be changed once they are there...OK??? (MAKE A MENTAL NOTE OF TIMES AND DATES, THEY BECOME IMPORTANT IN THE STORY)

Fast forward to Thursday: Well, I decided drinking was something I needed to do after the things some of you know I have done this past week since I decided I was over him...Yeah...I was kinda bad...When I find someone I really like, and on top of that I screwed up with "black altima boy", I was feeling pretty ruthless...so, Lee (from Louisiana), and Sean (baby) know EXACTLY my game here...Anyway...I had to finish off the week with some alcohol in my blood...For those of you that don't know me all that well yet, Friday is "my Monday"...

Well, this thing that happened is kind of funny...You know, I meet alot of guys thru Yahoo Personals...Yeah, it's just another way to meet men...Well, a very dear friend of mine, John, whom I tell all my "stories" to b/c he totally gets me...I swear he's the greatest friend a chic could ever have! Anyway...I think he might not be wanting to be my friend anymore...

Here is what happened...Let me back up several months ago...I was just talking, telling him about this guy I went out with, a chaplin...LOL...and I can't even remember his name! But, he said, LOL...my roomate (which I don't know her name, even if I did, I don't know her, so, I'm not using her name...I don't know her from Adam, but she seems like an AWESOME woman...not the "norm" for Fayetteville)...back to the story, she went out with him just a week or so before I did...That whole thing is just hysterical b/c you don't think of really running into things like that in Fayetteville...ya know?

Well, the other night...we were sitting there and I am giving him (John) updates in the "dating world of Carla"...and I used Danny as where I started from...and how we had been out several times and he has pissed me off...blah blah blah...and the more I described him...LOL...he started questioning me about it...and his beautiful eyes lit up like a Christmas tree...LOL...yeah, Danny had been seeing her too (John's roomate)...WEIRD...now, in honesty...Danny and I only hung out like 3 times...BUT...he left me some message saying how he had been doing a thousand things...in truth, he was too busy making time to call someone else, I imagine, or visiting with someone else...it's not that he was with someone else, it's that the idiot wouldn't just say, "hey Cal, I'm not feeling ya...I like someone else..." This I can deal with...being dishonest, I can't! I don't care what you say...Don't fucking call me and tell me that you have been busy, don't send me damn IM's saying you know you are being a jerk and telling me you are fuckin sorry. When I ask what for? Don't tell me b/c you can't give me the time/attention I deserve...Somehow I became the "bad guy" FUCK THAT!

Rule of thumb, people: DO NOT ASK A QUESTION IF YOU ARE NOT PREPARED TO HEAR WHAT THE ANSWER IS. I DON'T SUGAR ANYTHING UP!!!

As far as me and my honesty, I choose to say this: No, I didn't put all my eggs into one basket, I did continue to date others...But, nobody asked me if I was seeing anyone...Never gave me the chance to be honest...And no, when I asked the question was he seeing anyone else, he probably wasn't...but the fact I asked the question, might have triggered a confession when he finally did start seeing someone else...DID IT NOT SEEM IMPORTANT TO TELL ME AS SOON AS POSSIBLE? NOOOOOOOO...I guess not. Oh, what a fitting song that just came on...Linger, by the Cranberries...

Fuck men (not Corey, Clay, Jack, Robb, Dave (back from Korea), Bob, the 2 Johns, Chris Snyder, Dave P., or Tom S.) If you are receiving this, probably not you either...Haha...