arrr… part pirate, part hopelessly stuck in self sometimes.  tha seas be harsh in emily’s wharf, yarrr…

no really, it’s like when am i gonna learn that we are not interchangeable parts?  i’m the agony aunt for my friends, but i can’t ever listen to myself or take the advice of women (and some men) that i love and trust!  wtf?  really?  seems quite unnecessary.  i know it’s all on a learning curve, but i would love to just shut down my brain and reboot sometimes. 

on a completely different, and wayyyy more interesting note, this is blackbeard -

blackbeard, or edward thatch as he was named by his mama, was a pirate of the caribbean.  he also sailed up the atlantic side of the continental u.s.a.  he blockaded charleston, s.c. and ran two of his ships ashore  in what is now known as the beaufort inlet.  used to be the topsail inlet, but these things happen. according to legend, blackbeard was a pretty raging badass, however it appears that he never actually killed anyone… he didn’t have to, he just showed up and people were terrified.  he was pretty sketchy looking, so i can see that as making sense.  anyway, blackbeard was a pirate in the 18th century and there’s a whole lot of infor about him and he was pretty punk rock, what with the whole scaring other ships out of their liquor and resources instead of actually chopping their heads off.

now then, this is a blackbird -

blackbirds are a member of the thrush family.  they apparently don’t like slug repellents, because on the english country garden website it said they stopped using slug repellent and the blackbird population thrived.  or maybe they eat slugs?  anyway, the whole point is that these two words sound quite alike but are so entirely different it’s not even funny.  you know what else isn’t really that funny?  i’m more freaked out at the idea of blackbirds than i am by blackbeard.  blackbirds have the Z factor of flight, at least i know blackbeard would be stuck on terra firma with me.  yarrrr!

i suppose i should be practicing faith now more than ever, since i’ve got all these stupid letting go “issues”… ÜBER LAME.  but i guess i need to just love myself, as dysfunctional and adorable as i am.  :)