<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520</id><updated>2013-07-15T02:41:35.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me just Me</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just the personal feeling of a guy that is 48 years of age with Bi-Polar/Schiziod defective disease.  This is something I decided to talk about. My Life, the Universe and everything. But to me 42 is not the answer. Well I thought it was not, and I not sure about 48 either</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>371</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-7087993566331938587</id><published>2010-10-11T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:52:21.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays suck</title><content type='html'>Well it is Monday and I am starting to hate waking up so early just to go to class.  I still have thoughts of why I am still here.  I should be dead.  I should be laid up still in the hospital.  I have a question that is haunting me,  What is the reason for me to still be around ?  Nobody seems to know and I can not find an answer in a book.  This so whacked and it  is bothering me that I have to live with the memories as they start to flow back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I am starting to realize that I have majorly screwed up.  I have no idea what is missing in the brain nor do I have any idea what I lost.  I have found out that math is harder for me to complete.  I just do not under stand nor can I contain it for a long period. t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to do?  I have no idea what is my plan of life nor the purpose of me being here. That bothers me greatly.  I should have not survived the last attemp and what is to keep me from another attemp?  I really have no reason.  School is not the answer, I am realizing.  So what to do now?  I will have to think of something.  I have to make life have purpose, I need that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough for now.  I can no longer talk about it with out the wonder and thinking of how to do it.  Maybe there is a site for how to do it and all I need is to find it?  I better stop this I am scaring myself.&lt;br /&gt;TTFN</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/7087993566331938587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=7087993566331938587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/7087993566331938587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/7087993566331938587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2010/10/mondays-suck.html' title='Mondays suck'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-378913526924177967</id><published>2010-10-11T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:04:56.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Well long time no write, I guess. Well lots has happened to me. I have enrolled in college and going to keep that promise to me by sticking to it. It will be hard and I know it but I am bound and determined to do it. No one is going to talk me out of it. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/378913526924177967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=378913526924177967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/378913526924177967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/378913526924177967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-night.html' title='A Friday Night'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-7727269187543101961</id><published>2010-09-03T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:11:16.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Well long time no write, I guess. Well lots has happened to me. I have enrolled in college and going to keep that promise to me by sticking to it. It will be hard and I know it but I am bound and determined to do it. No one is going to talk me out of it. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/7727269187543101961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=7727269187543101961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/7727269187543101961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/7727269187543101961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-night.html' title='A Friday Night'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-5186357869809442854</id><published>2009-12-12T00:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:55:22.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone part 1</title><content type='html'>Yeah it is time to write a little about being alone in this world.  I have feelings about this daily just have no real way to relieve it.  Not that i have thought against using like Match.com or one of the others to find a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potential life partner or some one for right now. It just seems that I have to watch as those about me wander on together as I walk a lonely path going no where real fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I did an act of kindness to a guy and his girlfriend.  they seemed really hhappy and just watch from my lonely post on the couch.  Yeah you heard me lonely post on a couch with not a person near to me that was with me. Yeah I know this is one of those BooHoos times, both I have to scream outloud. I AM TIRED OF THIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I know that I have no one at times that reads this blog and somoetimes I am happy that I don't have peeps looking at it.  This gives me a chance to voice it out in silence and be to live with nyself abit better.  I am not even sure that I could through having sex with a person. I am not sure that I could even live befgore,during and after the act.  The doctor has told me that a sudden drop in blood pressure could kill me. That is cause of the diabetes and high blood pressure. So do I want to chance it or just wait by the side lines watching as life passes me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I just want to know when do I have a chance to find out?  When is it my turn and can I step up to the plate as they say and do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So do I have left in my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;More on this later as I get the feel to write about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nite y'all and I wish you sweet dreams, cause that is all I have any more just the dreams.  That is all I have left.  I lost my wife and a life. Oh and Happy Holidays if I do not write again soon.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/5186357869809442854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=5186357869809442854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/5186357869809442854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/5186357869809442854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/12/alone-part-1.html' title='Alone part 1'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-8921952364289410362</id><published>2009-10-25T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:53:36.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a post again</title><content type='html'>I guess it is time to make an update to what is happening about me. Well I am losing my mind slowly. I am still hearing peeps thoughts and I am still traveling at night. Sometime it seems it do more exercising in my mind then physically doing it. It has said that a monk can travel the earth during his time meditating. For all it is but relax and put your mind in a relax state and just belive in a leap r step in faith. Faith in one's Chi is a belief that anyone can move a mountain with but a thought. I travel time, space and all I do is dream. There is time I remember most time I just lie there wondering where I went this time. If you want to learn more about it or how to do this just ask me. drop a line here or &lt;a href="mailto:balric99@aol.com"&gt;balric99@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;. I can help you, just to let you know once the door is open you can not close it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/8921952364289410362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=8921952364289410362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/8921952364289410362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/8921952364289410362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-post-again.html' title='time for a post again'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-2475568506758313978</id><published>2009-10-12T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:54:59.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat from 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A subject of something that I know about. Well I have learned it the hard way. what it is like to be a caretaker. No choice in the matter. I was never asked would I do it. did you want to take your Step-Father to all his appointments, stay with him in the hospital Emergency room when needs be. I took it and went when needed. Yeah I did it and might do it again. But I was never given the option to do it. I have never had a chance to decide. I did not even raise my hand to volunteer. It just happened.If you wondered if being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carertaker&lt;/span&gt; takes from your life? Oh yeah it eats at your very fabric, sucks life from you, takes years from your life. Here is a man for years made me feel like I was an inch tall. Yelled at me, degraded me at every chance he has. Blames me for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of subjects he brings up when the time is needed to place me back in my place. Yells at me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the time. Oh yeah I feel grateful, I feel like to hell with this. But I wake up, take him where he needs to go, and help him wipe his butt when needed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what do I do. Most of the time I play a game on my computer, put my mind in a place that gives me a chance to forget. Go to movies and let life pass me by. Go to bookstores looking for a book to explain what to do. Searching for a voice that says I understand. My step-Father is wheelchair bound so he is not walking. I lift, I move, I steady, I drive and get whatever he wants. I have found in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waitting&lt;/span&gt; room that there is so many faces that looks like mine. It takes it toll on us and me. It takes a toll on all of us. We are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waitting&lt;/span&gt; our lives away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So where is the caregivers group where I can share the very feelings I have about this. I still have a life, which is placed on hold. No place to hide, not even my very room. I have a leash and it gets yanked. Now don't get me wrong, most nights I have to myself. But I can not just say that I want to do something. I have to ask if it is okay that I do something. Forty six years of age and I have to ask if I can leave. God help me. I am stuck with this and it is eating at me every day. There is no care group for caregivers. We are expected to jump when it comes our time. I lie to myself and smile when I do it. But deep down I just want to die away. I even want to stop everything.Awhile back I called around looking for someone that would even give me a chance to talk. All I got was call here or go here. All of them would have left me in a place that I would not have a say what happens to me. Yeah it was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt; bin. The House of crazy people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answer would have been more pills and let me wander about like a zombie. You would not believe how I would almost just let it happen. But that is not the answer. Not fair to my mother to leave this on her. Lord knows what she would do. So here I write of my tale and let the words be free where my body is a slave. My mind just keeps holding in the feelings I have then I just keep going. Keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waitting&lt;/span&gt; for the next movie, the next DVD or the next book where I can lose myself for a moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that I have something to look forward to yeah It is bowling. I got myself into a league.  I just went out and joined one had to do it. It is on Sunday nights and I did well for being rusty. Ten years &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; of rust. I got ball shined (hey it is the Bowling ball) shined the old bag and cleaned the shoes. I can not wait for the next time.  now it is in between that is sucking lots of wind.&lt;br /&gt;Right step-father is in the hospital. I hate those places. too many memories of my grandfather being there and me trying to help him. that one day that he went nuts and I had to leave cause I was so scared. Slowly I am able to pull back the layers and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at myself.  Maybe I will be looking back.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am out there just where am I at. The staircase, a room, or on the footpath walking about picking up the pieces. For those of you that do not understand.  I am talking outside the box. My spirit travels just where it goes I have no idea. I had someone say that they saw me in a blue light at the foot of their bed. Some feel me near to them. Where ever I go I hope it is to a wonderful place.  Even if I can not remember sometimes. My Dreams escape me and I find I can not remember them enough to write them down.&lt;br /&gt;well enough for now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/2475568506758313978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=2475568506758313978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2475568506758313978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2475568506758313978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/10/repeat-from-2008.html' title='Repeat from 2008'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-6879536250361760851</id><published>2009-09-28T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:39:44.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Center Can Not Hold</title><content type='html'>This is a book I am reading at the Moment.  It has real made me look into the mirror and see the monster that is looking back.  The that is me in the mirror type of thought.  Truth is that it me and I have to deal with it.  I matter be in a horror film.  My days are becoming hell at times and i HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.  Screw the caps lock. Well my weekly sessions are doing some help but I still think the major things are getting lost and I have no idea where they are.  Need to dig deeper.  I still have yet to find what it is.  Years of being bully, lack of sex (that involves a girlfriend), human contact (including a hug every now and then), conversation (involves coffee then I go off and ramble on, confusing peeps).  I have no idea what it is?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to ponder this abit more. I have to achieve baby step goals and do them.  Hell I have no idea what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/6879536250361760851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=6879536250361760851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/6879536250361760851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/6879536250361760851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/09/center-can-not-hold.html' title='Center Can Not Hold'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-5535528911939695218</id><published>2009-09-02T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:53:25.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pondering.</title><content type='html'>Have oyu ever been under the microscope? I am starting to feel that way. I had to take step-father to get a pill camera swallowed down thee ole glullet and recorded to a device hooked around his waist.  Nasty...No?&lt;br /&gt;Well I am having to wipe up poop forever now, cause he thinks he can not do anything for his self. we are thankful of Latex gloves, just now where is a clothes pin? Oh those are a thing that used to be use to hang clothes on the line outside to dry. That is just something to explain for those that only know what a dryer is for. If for some reason you do not understand a dryer, Lord help you, ask your room mate.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have not seen he insides of my eye lids since 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/5535528911939695218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=5535528911939695218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/5535528911939695218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/5535528911939695218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pondering.html' title='More Pondering.'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-730264064220287492</id><published>2009-08-19T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:53:59.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering part 1</title><content type='html'>Pondering is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; way of saying that I have no idea and I am thinking of a good excuse.  Answers requires words of truth and of knowledge, in other words facts.  Hard line facts like the rosary was created in the later 1200's and an order of Knights had to do it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 32 times per day. Like by Hook or by crook is another saying that means that either which way the wind was coming from you either sailed into the dock of the city Hook or by Crook. Those are facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to me the facts are straight I am broke and I need to get fixed. I am pondering how to do it.  I have better &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resources&lt;/span&gt; now, but I am still broke.  Life does not allow broke people to wandering about. I have learned how to hide it, and I can do it well. Heard of  ear tickling I understand that language.  I have done it for over 40 years of my life. I got things from ear tickling I got to go to places with my parent because of it. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;played&lt;/span&gt; hooky from school by doing it. Heck I could lie my way out of most thing that happen to me. I had to to keep myself from harm. Now is a different time now I need to talk the truth. They need the info to help others of with my disorder or disease. The truth hurts and now I have to take the hits as I open up to others.  I have given someone access to this blog and I hope the info here will help those that need help.&lt;br /&gt;But just as the truth can hurt so can it hurt others.  I have placed my thoughts here many of times. for close to five years now.  Yeah it is a long time to place things here that sometimes no one reads. These thoughts are here to be my therapy, my venting and my excitement when something I do goes right for a change.  Too bad people don't take the offer and read here more often.  they might understand the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; butterfly effect.  that a single flutter of a wing can move a mountain or a cup of coffee can change the world.  Buy someone a cup of coffee and see if they smile back. You might even get a conversation out of it.  I have not gotten the guts up to do it but I have thought of it.  Who knows I might just do it tomorrow. Lets see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough for tonight&lt;br /&gt;as Tigger would say&lt;br /&gt;TTFN</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/730264064220287492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=730264064220287492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/730264064220287492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/730264064220287492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/08/pondering-part-1.html' title='Pondering part 1'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-7560083899645220540</id><published>2009-08-17T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:57:33.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>okay Love the next part again</title><content type='html'>I am still pondering on the subject of love.  Let say it is not making any sense to me.  It has been 9 years since I have had a semi - love connection.  Does it matter, it must cause I keep coming back to the subject.  So what of the subject is getting me? I have no idea, and I really mean it when I say I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I will have to ponder on some more. Don't worry I will get there sometime soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/7560083899645220540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=7560083899645220540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/7560083899645220540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/7560083899645220540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-love-next-part-again.html' title='okay Love the next part again'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-1723587233491922399</id><published>2009-08-13T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:04:33.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love part which ever so far</title><content type='html'>I havebeen watching movies you know the romantic/comedy type.  I watched The Ugly truth yesterday and I realize that I am just like the girl in the movie.  I have no possible way to be the guy type that is in the movie.  God I am the girl, no possible way to get a girl to be interested  in me.&lt;br /&gt;I am a care taker living with my parents.  women hear live with parents.&lt;br /&gt;I have a low income.  which means I am a cheap date.  Sso good looking women in my age are looking for high income guys. They want Victoria Secrets, I can go for Goodwell on a good day.&lt;br /&gt;They want to go for high price eatery and I am thinking that I might get fries with my meal and if she s good I might get her a latte a'la Mccaffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh I can just go for a jeans and T-Shirt type of girl, beer does not have to be a requirement. No tatts and /or body priecing.  I like my women just a regular looking one. that is just one.  Okay time to look like the stalker in Taco Bell and/or McD's.  Should I use the laptop to hide behind or does it make me look dorky or even to nerdy.  Putting the cord from the plug just in the way of possible woman walking in my direction so she can almost trip on it? &lt;br /&gt;Like that would work.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have found from watching that love is hit or miss.  I am in the miss side of it. I miss it alot.  Romantic/comedy are more fun when a woman goes with you. I just can not believe I just said that. Yupe I do miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Well that be it for now.  Too depressing to continue.  I am not going to turn this into a Boo Hoo moment as a friend call them.  &lt;strong&gt;But I will say being alone SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TTFN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rev.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  When all else fails follow your heart and go to the movies.  Never know if she is in the theater with you or not.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/1723587233491922399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=1723587233491922399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/1723587233491922399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/1723587233491922399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-part-which-ever-so-far.html' title='Love part which ever so far'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-4619409678088733231</id><published>2009-07-25T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:08:58.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Talk</title><content type='html'>So back to the question what is love? Can it be done without the sex part? I think I have come to the part that I hate sex, or just I hate it with another person. I think I am just saying I do not need it. If I had to write a short story on it. I think it would be a very short story. I have not really experienced true love or a love worthy of dieing for. Is she out there or am I just tricking myself in to thinking that?Well enough of tonights Boohoo session.I will close it down with a bit of homework for y'all. what is true love? Think about it for me.Maybe it is just a rocker away from a pitcher of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is the last paragraph of the post love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found out a little bit bout love. It has strings, it has a language of it's own, it has problems and it has actions that have to happen to keep it alive.  I went down to the valley here in Texas to see a person I had feelings for. With the feelings also goes the heart.  I thought I had a chance with her, but found out that she is still married and she has yet to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;I found that love hurts. Oh have I said that she no longer will talk to me?  It hurts so bad at times knowing that I am not even thought of enough that it is just enough to shut it down.&lt;br /&gt;Why love a person or even thingk of a person that I just keep finding the wrong peeps to be with. Okay I am not the best find out there, but life should have a partner for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;My life at times seems to be hellish.  I have to do what ever is needed of me  when it comes to my step-father.  Today I had to take him down to get type casted for a blood transfusion and declotting of his dialysys arm.  The tubes in his left arm is clotted and needs to be clear so I have to take him down to place to clear it. Well that is going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I will talk more as I find out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh about my eyes I have one that has gotten surgery on it and doing well.&lt;br /&gt;As honest as it gets I will ask about it more&lt;br /&gt;Night all</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/4619409678088733231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=4619409678088733231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/4619409678088733231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/4619409678088733231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-talk.html' title='Love Talk'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-2880202519437759999</id><published>2009-07-24T00:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:46:32.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Hoo moment,yeah another one</title><content type='html'>okay got the operation on my right eye and it works. Now I have one eye nearsighted and one farsighted. Yikes the headaches I get for the moment.  I am going to get the other one done too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boo hoo moment as a friend of mine calls its, is one of my friends has decided to give me the cold shoulder routine cause I decided mot give a set of items of Fredricks to her. She is still married and it would not be wise to do that I thought and now it has gotten me isolation.  No calls anymore and I miss a friend. I still have friends to write too and hopefully I can get Skype working again so I can call a gfriend in Argentina.  I miss our talks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of the boo hoo moment and back to life.&lt;br /&gt;TTFN</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/2880202519437759999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=2880202519437759999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2880202519437759999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2880202519437759999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo-hoo-momentyeah-another-one.html' title='Boo Hoo moment,yeah another one'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-8877927533821359395</id><published>2009-06-02T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:17:21.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>What is it and why we need it.  I know there have many round conversations about this topic. But I want to know what it really is to feel it. I get it from my pets. Unconventional love is all they know.  they will give it to me till I die or they do.  which is something I can not think of. Losing one of my dogs hurts so bad to even think of. They have kept me from doing myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo is my toy poodle. he choose me, I did not choose him  till after he kept coming directly to me and just me.  We have been bestest best buds ever since.  He is so protective of me.  Is that what true love is?  can you fins that in a woman or another personal. Leo would not lie to me if he was a person.  He has shown that as a pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are just so tainted they lie to get their ways, cheat to get ahead, steal others ideas to make that extra buck.  Guess we are all born to...... man I hate that blinking prompt when I can nnot figure out what to write next. It just sits there blinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the question what is love?  Can it be done without the sex part? I think I have come to the part that I hate sex, or just I hate it with another person.  I think I am just saying I do not need it.  If I had to write a short story on it. I think it would be a very short story.  I have not really experienced true love or a love worthy of dieing for.  Is she out there or am I just tricking myself in to thinking that?&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of tonights Boohoo session.&lt;br /&gt;I will close it down with a bit of homework for y'all. what is true love?  Think about it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is just a rocker away from a pitcher of tea.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/8877927533821359395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=8877927533821359395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/8877927533821359395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/8877927533821359395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-2663779202044114572</id><published>2009-05-29T05:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:18:07.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night or early Morning.</title><content type='html'>Okay it is a boo hoo time again. Okay I woke up and now finding it hard to get back to sleep. Life is getting tough to keep which days I am doing what. Between my appointments and John's I am running ragged. Tomorrow, I mean today I have two of my own and one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out also I have catracts in both eyes just the right is wortse then the left. Have an appointment for that too. Blood sugar is skyrocking need to get it down to normal. Stupid pills I take raises it up, so it is a constant battle to keep it down. Well that is all for this moment. tell more after I find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day y'all</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/2663779202044114572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=2663779202044114572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2663779202044114572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2663779202044114572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-night-or-early-morning.html' title='Late Night or early Morning.'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-8358405428154137591</id><published>2009-04-07T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:50:24.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New day new post</title><content type='html'>Not how to go for it tonight.  Nothing really happeen except that I bought somebooks and personal items. OMG I have nothing to say. Now tomorrow I have alot to say.  I am going to drivng out of time heading to a town named Waco.  I have to take my stwp-father there. I am not happy about it, but I am the driver.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it so far.  My feelings are just nuetral at the moment.  nothing real important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have another thing.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends is kinds in a scene that I am not happy about , but again what have I to say about it. she has to do it to get money on the table, just not something I would want her to get back into.  She is in there and already has someone that want to cart her all the country and pay her for it. She didn't even talk about the fact that she has a child.  I her the old her that is in the clubs.  Same thing that happened to me.  The old club feeling is easy to drop into and become that old person from there. I am not how I feel to share with her.  Good thing is that we don't share on here.  she is never looking at this like many of people.  My friends list has dropped to like almost no one except two friends I have from out of the country.  They know who they are.  I guess blogging is like old news now and twitter is it.  I don't have enough time on line to twitter my day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/8358405428154137591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=8358405428154137591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/8358405428154137591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/8358405428154137591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-day-new-post.html' title='New day new post'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-86905645360673777</id><published>2009-04-06T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:31:34.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful this might become a habit</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what I am going to write about tonight.  I really do not have many problems to place down tonight. Hmm I just know that I am till not as happy as I could be.  Oh yeah I had to take the car down for a tire fix.  Had a nail in my tire and it cost me 40 bucks to get it fix.  Now that is something that I have done today.  OH Wow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/86905645360673777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=86905645360673777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/86905645360673777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/86905645360673777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/04/careful-this-might-become-habit.html' title='Careful this might become a habit'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-285311686521745041</id><published>2009-04-04T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:19:17.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3</title><content type='html'>well I once again went to the club and again a no show.  I guess i SHOULD JUST LET THIS GO AND FORGET ABOUT THIS FRIEND.  i HAVE GIVEN HER ALL THE CHANCES i SHOULD HAVE GIVEN ANYONE. Dang caps lock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life should be a happy one with the few friends I have and please know that I am retaful for them. They mean the life to me and I need them in so many ways.  Just that four walls is just that four walls nothing more and nothing less.  I have to have human contact, I need that hug.&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?  Do I just walk away and stand in a huge crowd feeling that I am one among too many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this contact.  I need the feeling that I have achieve something more then being a pet to John (step-father).  Everything I do seems to include him I can never seem to get away from it.  My room is my only haven from him so far but that will change when I have to move back into the house.  Yeah that is a plan my Mom has in store for me.  Then he will have there too.  I just put on a happy face and just move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time for me to sleep and get some sort of rest.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/285311686521745041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=285311686521745041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/285311686521745041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/285311686521745041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-3.html' title='Part 3'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-9047787281949731595</id><published>2009-04-04T02:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:42:49.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Part Two</title><content type='html'>Gee whiz I can not go to sleep with all that is on my mind.  Hard to quiet it down,just keeps running on and on.  I keep thinking of the friend that I have not seen.  I keep wondering if it is me that is the problem.  Why can not I just find out so I can put an end to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I have not done anything to warrent this, but I am not sure.  Been a couple of years since I have seen her so I do not know if I did something or not.  that has been a life time if you know what I mean.  All she is a friend and it should not bother me so that we have move on to different circles.  Just something in the back of my mind that is nagging me so.  I just want to know what I did to warrent this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to die if I have hurt one of my friends feelings.  My friend are all I have besides the little family about me. I mean all the friends I have I can count on one hand and still have fingers left. What does one do when in this situation?  How do you confront this problem?  How can one sleep knowing that you might have hurt someones feelings?  To me such a thing would be hard to live with.  Friends are like my family, and I am always there for them.  I just feel the pain right now and I wish she had this site to read the feelings that I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand that this is just the feelings of some one reaching out that nothing harmful will come from this.  as I have said many times before this is just Me and only Me.  Guess that is what makes this so hard for me to live with. Just knowing that I have no one to really talk to about this and that a web page is the answer to log this in and hope for the best.  One day someone will read this and be amazed at how I even made it through some of the hard ship.  Me can you believe it a research subject telling all that is here and then some.  I have like three years of stuff here and mush more to write when I have the chance and want to rant on about how I feel.  Yeah I know there some of you that really care and are out there for me.  Just at this moment I need that little bit that makes us all abit more human, the touch.... it is all in the touch.  Not enough people give that little bit of a touch.  Can be as soft as a butterfly's wing or simple hug. We all need this and I have missed many of years worth of it.  Guess the tears in my eyes shows that I have a sensitive side to me.  Nah I am not a momma's boy just a messed up one.  Too many pills for too long of a time.  I am even forgetting things more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope this gets out to people and they learn alittle bit from this.   My story is the truth and life can be hard.  Remember if you have it hold on to it and fight for what you have. Don't give up or you might be standing where I am at. Think about it. Peace out y'all</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/9047787281949731595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=9047787281949731595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/9047787281949731595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/9047787281949731595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-part-two.html' title='Friday Part Two'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-2624471342751375594</id><published>2009-04-03T23:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:19:14.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Well I went to a movie and kinda enjoyed it. Worst part is that I went alone. Seems to be starting a pattern. Need to find a friend some people that are like myself and willing to see movies. Alone is not a way to see a good movie. I am not saying that I do not have any friends, I just need the human contact to make things more real and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clubs to see if I could find an old friend and she did not show. Guess that is a dead end and I can forget that part. Again time to move on. I realy felt out of place in the club scene, been way too long since I have done that. Why is it that I seem to keep losing people out of my circle. I have some there, but most of the people around me just up and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am just to go out there and I just to go out there and see what pops up as a friend? Sheech I just want a friend to hang with. Bar scenes are boring. can not drink have to enjoy a Diet whatever and then think I am having fun? Nah I like other things in my life, alittle conversation, maybe a hug. More people should hug. Hugs are good. Shows bonding and a sign of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to get hugs</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/2624471342751375594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=2624471342751375594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2624471342751375594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2624471342751375594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-6625967186444640052</id><published>2009-04-02T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:39:56.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>Well tonight I waited to see a friend I have not seen in years and guess what?  She was a no show.  I am not sure if I am relieved or sadden that I have not seen her.  She was a very good friend for some reason I lost touch with her.  I almost wanted  to cry from all the stress that I have  had from waiting for her to arrive at the club.  I still have a feeling I should let it go and just have the two friends I have.  I really want friends and I have a couple, but I would like to have more.  I have my overseas friend, she is the greatest and I haveone in washington she is my BFF. Both have gone through alot with me and I have had my times.  Just I miss the hugs and the feeling of belonging.  well I have some snack to munch on before Leo opens the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/6625967186444640052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=6625967186444640052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/6625967186444640052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/6625967186444640052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-5106988509273194115</id><published>2009-02-16T01:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:21:21.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>Guess I need to remember to write here as much as writing a short story,  Take 5 minutes out of your time to write. Well I have to learn to do it when I have a chance.  I have no real thing to write about tonight, but I have to think about it.  Well let see if I have any thing in mind to write about. I am just ...... well this is short and not to any point.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/5106988509273194115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=5106988509273194115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/5106988509273194115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/5106988509273194115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-76224359168778170</id><published>2008-12-17T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:09:59.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me</title><content type='html'>A little note tonight on how I am feeling.  Well Christmas is just eight days away and I still have not feeling like it is the holiday.  Missing people and no friends right here help with that. My Mom would just say either get over with it or what do you want me to do.  She is totally clueless when it come to this.  she just says that it scares her when I have issues and she is not sure to ask me anything.  Hurts more when I am not included.  Does it matter it does to me, but to others I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough for now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/76224359168778170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=76224359168778170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/76224359168778170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/76224359168778170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-me.html' title='Just me'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-2758699065456669073</id><published>2008-12-16T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:50:20.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow How Can I follow that one.</title><content type='html'>Man I think of that song all the time now.  I feel like the last one there all the time. I know  I have someone out there, but the miles are the factor.  How do you cross a line that is over a thousand miles across.  I just want to know that I have someone now. the warm hugs and the feeling of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holiday is the worst time for me.  I have no one to get that special gift for.  You have to have a special person to get that special gift for.  I lost that chance when I divorced someone and now the feeling is there and no one to give it to.  Man this is a bad time for me. No not gong to do anything stupid just in the blues. &lt;br /&gt;Talk more later</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/2758699065456669073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=2758699065456669073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2758699065456669073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/2758699065456669073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-how-can-i-follow-that-one.html' title='Wow How Can I follow that one.'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12902520.post-6552516634797639020</id><published>2008-11-21T00:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:21:06.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Be Somebody</title><content type='html'>The Lyrics speaks for the way I feel.  very powerful song download it if you can and listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Be Somebody- Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To find the one in this life&lt;br /&gt;The one we all dream of&lt;br /&gt;But dreams just aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll be waiting for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it by the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The moment when we´re meeting&lt;br /&gt;Will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;So I`ll be holdin’ my breath&lt;br /&gt;Right up to the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nobody wants to go it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else that feels the same somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight out on the street out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And damn it this feels too right&lt;br /&gt;It´s just like Déjà Vu&lt;br /&gt;Me standin’ here with you&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll be holdin`my breath&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the end?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I spend forever with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;There´s gotta be somebody for me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nobody wants to go it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can´t give up!&lt;br /&gt;When you're Lookin´ for a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know when it shows up&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you´re holdin` on&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause it could be the one, the one you´re waiting on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to go it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There `s gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/feeds/6552516634797639020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12902520&amp;postID=6552516634797639020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/6552516634797639020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12902520/posts/default/6552516634797639020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balric99.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Gotta Be Somebody'/><author><name>Balric99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18049708072049716707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/139/5783/320/vela.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>