So I decide to re-light Lola's Lips, give you two posts, and then disappear. What the shit, right? My sincerest apologies! Really, it's a combination of sorts, the most obvious distraction factor at the moment being the World Cup. I would like to think I am not alone, at least not world-wide anyway. We all know the U.S. leaves plenty to be desired when it comes to the love of futbol, but I am, IN NO WAY, a part of that statistic. But also, it never seems to fail, when I don't have a platform to express from, I have an overwhelming amount to say. Yet I re-light and then go blank? Maybe in all reality I am just so distracted I can't even think beyond World Cup. Uncertainty about the platform is a factor as well. Not to mention things in my personal life... So I have issues.
I have had an emotional roller coaster couple of days. (Note: I have ALWAYS been one of those people with my heart on my sleeve who hits the highest highs and the lowest lows.) I was so elated to see the U.S. step it up and move through out of the group stage. Yet, a mere 24 hours later, I was completely and thoroughly devastated that my beloved Azzurri were headed home. (Forza Azzurri!!! FOREVER) I am, without a doubt, part of the small percentage of the American population who understands the passion and emotion felt by the rest of the world when it comes to the beautiful game. *sigh* I remind myself that I must not despair. Although my favorite player (Il Capitano) is gone (he is a God who walks among us mortals) and now retiring from international ball, he will continue to play at the club level in Dubai. Further, the World Cup is far from over. There are still many teams and many, many more of my preferred players to cheer on. The ultimate downer comes when it's all over. But that is another story for another day. On with the World Cup! Viva the beautiful game! Joga Bonito!!!
On another note, to speak of highs and lows.... my brother left this week for another tour in the Middle East. That's right, he has gone back to the war, again. Let's get a few things straight. My sister (she's the middle child) is married to the man I consider my "brother." And they are two of my best friends, in fact my sister is the best friend I have. I love my friends dearly, and I hold them all close to my heart, but this goes above and beyond that. She is a mere seven years older than I am, but has lived a life that is completely opposite of mine. She has been married for 19 years to her high school sweetheart. Without giving away numbers and years (there was a minor break in there), I have known my brother (her husband) for almost twenty-four years! (Need I say I was uber-young when he came in to my life?? I tend to confuse people when I talk about them as my sister and brother but there is no incest there - you sickos! Really - technically, it is more appropriate to refer to them as my sister and brother-in-law but emotionally and in reality I see him as a purebred family member.) They have two children, 16 and soon to be 18, who know no other life than that of military brats. But they are good kids who have been raised well. In fact, they are the most blessed family unit I know. My brother who has put in almost 20 years in the military service, is on the verge of retirement so hopefully this is his last tour. I can't imagine what my sister goes through, especially with two maturing teenagers! It's upsetting to us all that he is going again, although we cannot even imagine how my sister feels.
I don't care whether you support the war or not - whether you support the President's administration or vehemently revolt against it, you MUST support the servicemen and women. Yes, they volunteer and sign up for the military, but if they didn't, we all know what would happen. So let this be a clear, loud and unwavering shout out to all those service members stationed across the world - letting them know we thank them and support them and so many of us love them so!! (Please let the next seven months go quickly and safely.)
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
I have made no secret about how much I HATE living in this town, but again, I reiterate that I will try and make the best of it until I can once again move it on. I have volunteered this weekend (Saturday afternoon) and now I am starting to wish I didn't. How ridiculous is that? The reason being, OF COURSE, is because the U.S. plays its next World Cup game and I will have to miss the end in order to get to my volunteer post on time. I clearly was not thinking when I made plans during the month of June and the early part of July. What is wrong with me??? (Mental Note - do not repeat stupid scheduling mistakes during the next World Cup.) Ah, but I committed so I must fulfill. I will be pouring beer for servers in the beer garden - sounds fun right? People-watching in that situation is always fun!
I ask for the time being that you please forgive my sporadic posts, I swear things will regulate or I will transfer to a new consistent platform (if only I could put my creative finger on it). And I promise to regulate in some way, shape, or form. (Maybe this is a sign that Lola's Lips is the platform I should stick with??) Please also forgive me while I revamp the appearance of the page. If I keep this platform, much will change. Just an FYI....
Tomorrow promises big excitement as Brasil takes on Portugal..... I am torn on which one to cheer for. Who are you rooting for????
xoxo
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