Thursday, February 23, 2006

Yet Another One for You

Ah yes. Another Lovey Dovey blog from me tonight. I just can't help it. It's the way I'm feeling about the Love of My Life. We can all enjoy this feeling she gives me together.

This is, I believe, from the bible, but it so rightly describes the way I feel about her. This goes out to you Love, in hopes I am on your mind more tonight than ever. I know you're on mine.

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance

6 More Days!!!!!!

Finally, the movie I have been waiting for, Death Tunnel, is going to be released for my viewing pleasure!

For those of you not in the know yet, Death Tunnel is a movie that was filmed locally in an abandoned sanitorium. Many say the place is haunted, and having been there several times myself, I can say one does pick up a strange vibe from being there. It makes your hair stand on end.

Some say I have a morbid fascination with the place, but I'm like that with all places scary and whatnot.

If you'd like to know more about it, go to http://www.waverlyhillstbsanatorium.com/ and read the rich history of this place, then see the movie.

Myself, I just cannot wait :)

Trying Something Different

As you all know, I read, at least partially, many of your blogs. It is in this regard that I am going to try something a bit different with my own blog. If you would like to comment on my blog, please let me know if I can link your blog to my pages I visit section so that I might be able to keep up with your blogging experience a bit better.

Also, please let me know if you do not want me to put your blog in my links.

I hope that this will let me be able to keep up with everyone else's blog in a better way than I do now....lol, and trust me, you don't wanna know how I do it now ;)

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Sigh....My Declining Blog

Ah yes. I knew one day it would be inevitable, but I think many actually have stopped reading my blog....lol.

Not that I mind so much because it's really for me to rant about and to express my love for the Love of My Life. Also to put up funny stories too.

I'll still continue though, because I like to and I want to.

Although, it may be "lovey dovey" in here for awhile. That's because I really don't have any funny stories to share right now, and I don't have any rants at this particular moment.

Oh Well :)

Well, if you still are one of the few readers I have left....thanks for sticking around :)

If not, well, you won't see this any way, but thanks for stopping by and seeing what I had to say. maybe you'll hear about it when my blog becomes better again, and I have more misadventures....lol.

Friday, February 17, 2006

My Dedication

Found this poem online and it so reminded me of the Love of My Life. So I'm posting it here tonight.

Winter Moonlight

The snow, so peaceful and serene,
Caressed by the soft moonlight,
Gave magical feelings to the night.
The soft blue glow,
The lovers' words that then did flow,
Their lips closer and closer until,
Locked in the throes of a passionate embrace,
He decided to express his feelings,
To keep her safe.
He whispered softly,
His words like music to her ears,
"I Love You,"and her response the same,
Heard like the gentle breeze,
"And I, love you, forever."
That was the night they promised to be together through everything,
Each to care for the other when old and gray
A lovers' pact the most likely to last.


- Krista J. Mikula -


If you're reading this now Love, I hope that it has brought a smile to your face and that familiar warmth into your heart. I hope it makes you feel the way that it made me feel.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

The Darker Side of St. Valentine's Day Pt. 2

This is directly copied from a website. I wanted to share a bit of history on this date, and this one has a lot to write and I decided it best if I just copied from the site and posted here for your reading pleasure.


For a city that is so filled with the history of crime, there has been little preservation of the landmarks that were once so important to the legend of the mob in Chicago. Gone are the landmarks like the Lexington Hotel, where Al Capone kept the fifth floor suite and used the place as his headquarters. But most tragic, at least to crime buffs, was the destruction of the warehouse that was located at 2122 North Clark Street. It was here, on Valentine's Day 1929, that the most spectacular mob hit in gangland history took place..... the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.


The building was called the S-M-C Cartage Company and was a red, brick structure on Clark Street. The events that led to the massacre began on the morning of the 14th. A group of men had gathered at the warehouse that morning, set up by a Detroit gangster who told Moran that a truck was on its way to Chicago.One of them was Johnny May, an ex-safecracker who had been hired by George "Bugs" Moran as an auto mechanic. He was working on a truck that morning, with his dog tied to the bumper, while six other men waited for the truck of hijacked whiskey to arrive. The men were Frank and Pete Gusenberg, who were supposed to meet Moran and pick up two empty trucks to drive to Detroit and pick up smuggled Canadian whiskey; James Clark, Moran's brother-in-law; Adam Heyer; Al Weinshank; and Reinhardt Schwimmer, a young optometrist who had befriended Moran and hung around the liquor warehouse just for the thrill of rubbing shoulders with gangsters.Bugs Moran was already late for the morning meeting. He was due to arrive at 10:30 but didn't even leave for the rendezvous, in the company of Willie Marks and Ted Newberry, until several minutes after that.


While the seven men waited inside of the warehouse, they had no idea that a police car had pulled up outside, or that Moran had spotted the car and had quickly taken cover. Five men got out of the police car, three of them in uniforms and two in civilian clothing. They entered the building and a few moments later, the clatter of machine gun fire broke the stillness of the snowy morning. Soon after, five figures emerged and they drove away. May's dog, inside of the warehouse, was barking and howling and when neighbors went to check and see what was going on... they discovered a bloody murder scene.


Moran's men had been lined up against the rear wall of the garage and had been sprayed with machine-guns. They killed all seven of them but had missed Bugs Moran. He had figured the arrival of the police car to be some sort of shakedown and had hung back. When the machine gunning started, he, Marks and Newberry had fled. The murders broke the power of the North Side gang and Moran correctly blamed Al Capone. No one will probably ever know who the actual shooters were, but one of them was probably Machine Gun McGurn, one of Capone's most trusted men.Surprisingly, while Moran quickly targeted Capone as ordering the hit, the authorities were baffled. Capone had been in Florida at the time of the massacre and when hearing the news, he stated, "the only man who kills like that is Bugs Moran". At the same time, Moran was proclaiming that "only Capone kills guys like that".Moran was right.... Capone had been behind the killing and this was perhaps the act that finally began the decline of Capone's criminal empire. He had just gone too far and the authorities, and even Capone's adoring public, were ready to put an end to the bootleg wars.


Chicago, in its own style, memorialized the warehouse on Clark Street. The place became a tourist attraction and the newspapers even printed the photos of the corpses upside-down so that readers would not have to turn their papers around to identify the bodies.In 1949, the front portion of the S-M-G Garage was turned into an antique furniture storage business by a couple who had no idea of the building's bloody past. They soon found that the place was visited much more by tourists and curiosity-seekers than by customers and eventually closed the business.In 1967, the building was demolished. However, the bricks from the bullet-marked rear wall were purchased and saved by a Canadian businessman. In 1972, he opened a night club with a Roaring 20's theme and rebuilt the wall, for some strange reason, in the men's restroom. Three nights each week, women were allowed to peek inside at this macabre attraction.


The club continued to operate for a few years and when it closed the owner placed the 417 bricks into storage. He then offered them for sale with a written account of the massacre. He sold the bricks for $1000 each, but soon found that he was getting back as many as he sold. It seemed that anyone who bought one of the bricks was suddenly stricken with bad luck in the form of illness, financial ruin, divorce and even death.According to the stories, the bricks themselves had somehow been infested with the powerful negative energy of the massacre!Whatever became of the rest of the bricks is unknown..........Or that's what the legend says....


According to a Canadian man named Guy Whitford, things may not be just as the legend has them. In fact, he writes "you were correct when you wrote about the bricks being offered for sale in the 1970's, but the fact is, although he had many offers, George never sold a single brick."You see, Whitford claims to be a friend of the Canadian businessman, George Patey, who originally bought the back wall of the warehouse many years ago... and he is also the man who is now tracking down a buyer for the authenticated wall of 414 bullet-marked bricks. "He always had a problem with breaking up the wall, until now", Whitford continued. "The last substantial offer for the entire wall was made by a Las Vegas casino about a decade ago, but George quaffed at the offer..... so that "bad luck to those who bought one" concept must be a rumor or a journalistic embellishment".The two men are still trying to sell the wall, which comes with a diagram that explains how to restore the wall to its original form. The bricks are even numbered for reassembly. The bricks have been on the market now for nearly three decades, but so far, they have had no luck in selling them.

In recent years, other bricks have emerged that claim to have come from the wall. These were not bricks purchased from Patey but were smuggled out of the lot by construction workers and curiosity-seekers. It was said that from these bricks come the legends of misfortune and bad luck. Are these bricks authentic? The owners say they are.


Whatever the legend of the bricks themselves and whether or not they have somehow been "haunted" by what happened, there is little doubt about the site on Clark Street itself. Even today, people walking along the street at night have reported the sounds of screams and machine guns as they pass the site. The building is long gone but the area is marked as a fenced-off lawn that belongs to the nearby nursing home. Five trees are scattered along the place in a line and the one in the middle marks the location where the rear wall once stood.Passerby often report these strange sounds and the indescribable feeling of fear as they walk past. Those who are accompanied by dogs report their share of strangeness too.... Animals appear to be especially bothered by this piece of lawn, sometimes barking and howling, sometimes whining in fear. Their sense of what happened here many years ago seems to be much greater than our own.
The garage was located at 2122 North Clark Street and the area is now marked by a fenced lawn and five trees. The center tree marks the area where Bugs Moran's men met their deaths.

Another tragedy happens on St. Valentine's Day.

The Darker Side of St. Valentine's Day

What kind of a poster would I be without a little history of one of the "supposed" sweetest holidays in a year?

Here, I bring you a little bit of the darker history of St. Valentine's Day.


Let's start with St. Valentine himself.

Valentine was a priest that lived in Rome in the third century. At that point in time, Rome was being ruled by Emperor Claudius. Many people hated Claudius and his ways, including Valentine.

Claudius had a vision of a great army, and expected men to join and fight, but many men did not want to leave their wives and children behind to go fight a war and possibly never be seen again by their loved ones. As you can imagine, not many men signed up to go to war, and it angered Claudius. It angered him so much that he decided to not allow marriages to take place. The new law made a lot of people mad, including Valentine, and he decided not to follow this law.

He secretly kept on marrying couples in a single room with only the light of a candle, himself, and the bride and groom. They would whisper the vows while keeping their ears open for the footsteps of soldiers.

Obviously, Valentine was caught and thrown in jail and told that for breaking the law, that he would be put to death.

Many people heard of this, and came to the jail and threw flowers and notes up to the window in his cell.

Valentine was secretly allowed to have oneperson visit him; the daughter of the prison guard. She would talk with him for hours on end, and on the day he was to be executed, he left her a note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty, and it was signed "Love from your Valentine."

On February 14, 269 AD, he was beaten to death with clubs, and had his head cut off.

The pastors in the early Christian Church in Rome wanted to do away with pagan elements in their rituals, so they replaced the names of maidens with those of Saints, and February 14th was chosen for St. Valentine's Day, to honor the man who suffered martyrdom for believing in love.

Happy Valentine's Day

To all my readers, no matter how many of you are left, I wish a fruitful and wonderful Valentine's Day to you :)

Monday, February 13, 2006

Valentine's Day is the Devil

Yep...you read that right. Valentine's Day is the devil.

Are you asking why right now? I know I would be asking why.

Well, I'll tell you all. Valentine's Day in these modern of times makes guys go crazy trying to buy some flowers or candies for the women they love. That's all fine. The reason I call it the devil is because it's only one day a year.

It's the one day a year that a guy actually has to express it, and without a well thought out gift, or any "real" consideration put into it. How many women out there have been disappointed on this day of days, when you wake up and expect your man to romance you, and all you get are wilted flowers and stale candy?

Even the ones who get treated well, and get a good day from this day have been suckered that this is the only day for this kind of thing.....and why?

Why can't every day be Valentine's Day?

Don't the women in the world believe that they should be loved like that daily?

I know the Love of My Life loves to hear it daily. I told her all the time.

I know what some may say next...."If it was going so well, why did it not work out?"

Truth is, and I think she may vouch for me, is that us splitting up had nothing to do with how she felt about me.

So, with that said, I think every day should be the equivalent of Valentine's Day.

Women, learn to let your guy love you. It shouldn't be too much of a stretch for most of you, as most women really do want the romance.

Guys, love your woman....but don't stop there. Tell them...show them....make them know that if you died tomorrow, they would never have the question in their minds if you loved them or not.

Me, I'll go on loving the Love of My Life. She knows it, and she also knows if I don't wake up tomorrow morning, that she would never have to question if I loved her or not. She knows....even after all this time, she knows. And that is what is important to me. And who knows....perhaps one day........one day.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Pet Peeves, Part One

I really don't like to rant, but sometimes I just can't help it. Tonight is one of those nights.

Everyone who reads this blog knows I don't complain too much about work. I think that most customers are uneducated about how their computers work, and so they call me... a guy who knows how they do, and how to fix it.

This is where my rant comes in. Before we even start the troubleshooting, and even before I get their name and phone number, they do the thing that makes me so mad.

They tell me they have service with the place I work.

I start thinking...no shit...I work here and I bet you wouldn't be calling me unless you were having trouble with the service this company provides.

I know it's something extremely small, but it really annoys me to no end.

Another peeve I have is something that has been in the news lately, based on controversy in this little burg. It is the use of the phrase "the n word".

I hate this phrase more than I hate the actual word itself. I find it highly annoying that the media use that phrase instead of the term racial slur. I think they know it will create more anger and more animosity than there really is.

I just hate that phrase...very much.

That's enough of pet peeves for now, but sometime in the future there should be a part 2.

When Boys Become Men

I was thinking today. I will be a 33 year old guy tomorrow, and I really feel uncomfortable calling myself a man. I started to wonder why I didn't like that term applied to me, and here's what I came up with.

In my eyes, and by the way I was raised, a man is a strong figure. A man is an inventor, a builder, and a founder. As of tonight, I have not invented anything, founded anything, or built anything. I don't feel particularly strong either.

I think that men have been escalated to tremendous proportions in the past, and that it is almost impossible to live up to the level of the legends that we call our founders.

How would it be possible for a guy like myself to ever compare to the great men in this world?

I really don't know how to make the transition to manhood according to the guidelines that have been set before me, nor do I know if I even really want to. I know I have some very good qualities, and that some people already think I am an amazing man.

I just wonder what I would need to do to make myself realize that I "am" a man, and not just a guy.

The Love of A Woman

Yet another in the long list of songs that remind me of the Love of My Life. The song is called " The Love of A Woman", and every time I hear it, I think about her.


"The Love Of A Woman"

My baby knows me better than I do
Funny how a woman has that over a man
I can do anything with her beside me
Leaning on her is where I make my stand

Where would we be without the love of a woman
Standing behind her man even when he's wrong
The true pure undying love of a woman
Makes a man a fool to think he can make it alone.

My daddy was a wild one when he was younger
Everybody told my mama he'd be hard to tame
Full of himself, he said sir to nobody
But you outta see him come runnin' when mama calls his name

Where would we be without the love of a woman
Standing behind her man even when he's wrong
The true pure undying love of a woman
Makes a man a fool to think he can make it alone.
Oh, yeah

A man goes crazy trying to catch his feelings
Too much pride and maybe the words come out wrong
But that's ok cause he's still her hero
Steady as a rock her love keeps rolling along

Where would we be without the love of a woman
Standing behind her man even when he's wrong
The true pure undying love of a woman
Makes a man a fool to think he can make it alone.


Makes a man a fool to think he can make it alone.





Makes me wonder where I would have been if we had never met....I know it couldn't be a better place than I am now.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Valentine's Day is Near

As the title said, it's near and I think everyone can tell from the mood of this blog. I am a very romantic person, and I love to make the one I'm with feel good from head to toe. I guess you could say I take my time, and I think I do a good job all around....but I'm not blogging to brag.

I blog about this because I love the idea that love and romance creates. Not only that, but I feel it can be real, and all it would take is a woman who wants to be romanced, and a guy willing to take the time to give everything he has to her...to pour his heart into the one he desires, and let her know she is special to him.

Most guys I've met do not have this ability. The rest that actually have that capability would never dare show it, except on what they would consider rare occasions.

This shows me that as a whole, the institute that is romance is slowly dying. Where have all the gentlemen gone? Where are the guys that sacrifice everything to be with that one woman?

Grim as it is, I "know" I am one, and I am willing to lead a life alone, with just the love of the one woman I have locked away in my heart, even if I can't be with her. She means that much to me. Some people would call that a sacrifice, but I don't see it that way. I see it as the ultimate expression of everlasting love. She'll forever know that I have longed for no one but her, and that she had never left my heart or my thoughts.

Maybe I am a bit crazy, but it means something to me. That is all that matters. The love is everything.

And Valentine's Day is near. I should be in a state of depression, but the love her and I shared won't let that happen. I know...I'm insane.

But I was there too. I was with her, and she completely changed my life, and the way I saw love. Completely. Nobody saw the most tender moments we had, the passion we have with one another, the looks, the tastes, the smells, the feeling, the love.

So, call me crazy. I'll smile at ya, wish you a Happy Valentine's Day, and hope you can be as lucky as me to have found the person who compliments you most in your life.

Doin' Something Right

This is one of my all time favorite songs, and of course, reminds me of the Love of My Life. It's called "Must Be Doin' Something Right".

This song reminds me of the way she looks at me, the smile on her face when she would be near me, and it's a very fitting song for the relationship we had.


"Must Be Doin' Something Right"

A woman is a mystery
A man just can't understand
Sometimes all it takes to please her
Is the touch of your hand
And other times you got to take it slow
And hold her all night long
Heaven knows there's so many ways
A man can go wrong

Must be doing something right
I just heard ya sigh
And lean into my kiss
And close those deep blue need you eyes
Don't know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I
Must be doing something right

Anywhere you wanna go
Baby show me the way
I'm open to suggestions
Oh whatever you say
Tonight's about giving you
What you want
Whatever it takes
Girl I hope
I'm on the right road
Judging by the smile on your face

Must be doing something right
I just heard ya sigh
And lean into my kiss
And close those deep blue need you eyes
Don't know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I
Must be doing something right

Don't know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I
Must be doing something right
Must be doing something right
Must be doing something right

Monday, February 06, 2006

My Reasons

Most people don't understand the love and devotion I have for the Love of My Life. They can't understand why I love her with all my heart and all my soul, even though I can't be with her.

Fact is, sometimes I don't understand it, and I have come to realize there are some things one doesn't need to understand. This is hard for me especially because I am an analytical guy. I analyze everything...sometimes way too much. Ask anyone who knows me....lol.

Even though I don't understand some of the why's of it all, I understand the feeling behind my driving force for her.

The things I do understand are the things I love most about her. The way she smiles, her laugh, the way her hair clings to me every chance it gets, almost like trying to merge with me, so we may become one. I understand the passion of the kisses we shared, and the way her eyes would tell me everything, even if she would say nothing. I understand the love I see in her eyes, every time I would look into them, calling out to me, wanting to be with me as much as I want to be with her.

I understand the chills I get when she brushes her soft skin against mine. I understand her tears, her pain, and I long to take her pain away.

I know that the kind of love we shared is hardly ever found between two people, and I'll wait for an eternity if I have to.

Simply put, I love her, and everything about her.

That's why I do what I do, and feel the way I feel about her.

MIGRAINES!!!

Ah, what a weekend I had. I must say that this weekend was very different from any other one I have had this year so far. This is because I got my first debilitating migraine of 2006...yay!

That's right folks, instead of partying it up and having fun this weekend, I was lying in my room, in different places, with a head that felt it was about to explode.

I don't say this because I want sympathy....no. I say this because after the fact, I'm always happy that my head "didn't" explode.

I'm a migraine guy, meaning I get them a lot....I don't know why.

My night came to a head last night as my angel delivered a soda to me, and I got a hit of the caffeine, and started to feel much better. I hate that I'm so addicted to it that I get migraines because I don't have one.

After drinking some of that, I went to sleep, and woke up hungry. I called another friend, and asked her if she could bring me some food, which she happily did...well, maybe not happily....lol.

I want to thank my angel, and my friend for helping me get through a really tough weekend. I really appreciate what you both did for me to help me feel better.

I hope it's a long time before I have another weekend like that again :)

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Scents

It really is amazing what a certain smell can do to you. Many people think scent really isn't all that important, but think about a smell you really like. What does that smell do to you?

Does it transport you to another time in your life or make you think about a certain person?

I write about this tonight because I have experienced the scent of my ex tonight while sitting here at work. She has always had this certain scent about her...always good, always perfect.

I was sitting on the phones tonight, and for no reason, her scent just came to me, and I had to stand and look around to see if she was there or not. I'll admit it was a bit disappointing to not see her standing there, but that smell....it drives me wild.

It also reminds me of a funny thing that happened to me quite awhile back.

Her and I had broken up, and it had been awhile since I had seen her or spoken to her. I was at Kroger around 4 in the morning, when I suddenly smelled her near me.

I went looking for her, and I found the source of that desirable scent. She was in the freezer section looking for something among the frozen food. I went up behind her and started squeezing her neck a little and said "hey sexy".

Funny thing is, when she quickly swung around, it wasn't the love of my life. This person was a dead ringer from behind. She looked and smelled just like her, but the face was nowhere near as beautiful as my love.

I naturally turned beet red and started apologizing profusely for my mistaken identity. I really don't know who was more embarassed that day....her or me.

So there you have it. The love of my life has the most intoxicating smell I've ever experienced, and I'll always be left wanting more and more.