Happy National Scotch Day!!! – Ron Burgundy’s favorite drink!

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National Scotch Day is celebrated annually on July 27th.

Scotch whisky, often simply called Scotch, is malt whisky or grain whisky made in Scotland. Scotch whisky must be made in a manner specified by law.

All Scotch whisky was originally made from malted barley. Commercial distilleries began introducing whisky made from wheat and rye in the late 18th century. Scotch whisky is divided into five distinct categories: single malt Scotch whisky, single grain Scotch whisky, blended malt Scotch whisky (formerly called “vatted malt” or “pure malt”), blended grain Scotch whisky, and blended Scotch whisky.

All Scotch whisky must be aged in oak barrels for at least three years. Any age statement on a bottle of Scotch whisky, expressed in numerical form, must reflect the age of the youngest whisky used to produce that product. A whisky with an age statement is known as guaranteed-age whisky.

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Blogging 101- Day Four: Identify Your Audience by Tessa Can Do It (BLW Contributor)

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A little Haiku I wrote for the occasion: by Teresa Dean Smeigh 2015

Tigger or Eeyore,

Never know who it will be,

In control each day.

Today’s Assignment: publish a post you’d like your ideal audience member to read, and include a new-to-you element in it.

To my children,

I know our lives haven’t gone as you wished. Early in your lives you found out your mother had BiPolar Disorder. A mental disorder that you were too young to understand at that time. I didn’t even understand it at first. I was just a young child when it surfaced.

I lived this way all my life and it was a lot milder so you weren’t subjected to a lot of craziness you didn’t understand. I thank God that he waited until you were old enough before things started getting really messy and your understanding and help was needed.

I know you needed a mom who was there for you through thick and thin and I did my best to be that person. It wasn’t easy. I had to put aside the feelings inside of me, my dear children, in order to help you grow up and into productive adults. Unlike your mother who suffers constantly from Bipolar Disorder.

I feel that I wasted my life because I couldn’t cope with a regular life. I didn’t go for my dreams, too scared. I didn’t make you my priorities like some moms because I was taking care of myself. I was falling apart little by little.

I do my best to attend family get togethers even if I am not feeling up to it and would rather isolate in my bedroom. I love that you guys try to get me out of the house and into doing something with you and my well-loved grandchildren. Believe me I love you all even if sometimes it doesn’t seem that way since I am nurturing myself.

I know some of you do not understand mental health, but I also know that you love me and wouldn’t leave me to struggle alone if I needed up. You guys are there for me when needed.

And I want to make you a promise. I promise to never, ever try to take my life again. I saw the terrible hurt and pain in your faces and the tears and I can’t do that to you. I promise to seek help if ever I feel that way again.

Thank you very much for being my beloved children, I love each and everyone of you.

Love, Your Mom (Teresa E Dean)

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The War God and his Dark Side by Imperfect Girl (BLW Contributor)

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You see me there
Starring in vain,
Looking at the stars,
Asking for the War God.

The reason she was asking for her God was to pray and hear him say: don’t you worry, child, your day will come. It will be fantastic and dark, as the nights here are.

‘I’ll ask you once again, why? Why do I have to be in charge? How can I stop him from leaving my side?’

Then, he replied: ‘You can’t you sweet child of mine. He will die and then reborn with a stronger mind and soul. He will then take your hand into his arms and love you till the end of time’.

‘But I don’t want him to deny, I can’t stand him going to the ground and I definitely don’t want him to visit the dark side’ she replied.

(Her fallen angel):

‘Baby, I am here but, why can’t you hear? Why are you slowly dying, why is the War God almost crying? I am here, I’ve always been, looking up at you smiling but, lately babe, you’ve been crying. Let me tell you something, my sweet dear darling, me and you can only dream about us laying. We can never speak again, cos I’ve hurt you back then and I could never ever see you again’…

‘Good night my baby, tell my little angel: daddy is there for her, and not a stranger’.

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How to Live a Happy Life in 7 Simple Steps by Psychochromatic Inception (BLW Contributor)

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  • Turn off your TV, unplug and give it to charity, if possible

Seriously if you only turn it off, you’ll have the tendency to grab the remote control and flick through the programs, that is why you have to unplu it also. After spending half of our life in front of the magical box that tells us how to behave, how to live, what to eat, we get addicted, so the only way to get rid of this addiction is to unplug it and give it away. You’ll feel the freedom within seconds.

  • Learn to disconnect

Have you seen the Buddhist monks, how serene they look like? That is because they disconnect, spending half of their day in meditation and enjoying their own presence. Since you are not a Buddhist monk, try to disconnect for at least one hour a day. Go for a walk in the nature, listen to the birds singing or play with your pet.

  • Make peace with yourself

I know it’s a tough task sometimes, but you have to do it in order to be happy. Nobody is perfect, we are not all Victoria Secret’s models and we don’t even want to be. A world of perfect people would be boring. Give up on comparing yourself to what you read or see on the magical box. We are unique and everyone is special in their own way.

  • Make peace with your past

If you want to be happy you have to do it, as harder as it might seem. Cut all the chords, burn all the bridges and learn to fly.

  • Let go of negative thoughts

All this negativity makes you weak and hopeless. All those dreadful thoughts that darken our souls and minds are like a luggage that sometimes you forget you carry, but it gets so heavy at times that you have to stop and catch your breath. There’s no joy in carrying a heavy luggage thoughout your life. So each time a negative thought comes into your mind look at it, face it and embrace it. Only by embracing it, you’ll let it go.

  • Do something for your soul as often as you can 

Do what makes you happy and comfortable. If you love to read books, what are you waiting for? If you like to write, draw, exercise, listen to music, take time to do them, as you only have one life in this body so you have to live it to the full.

  • Dare to be different

From time to time, you have do something out of ordinary. Sing on the streets, dance in the rain, die your hair blue, just do something daring. You’ll feel brave and free.

So here they are, the 7 small steps you have to follow to live a happy and healthy life. Hope they are going to help you in the future. Till next time, take care and live like Heaven’s on Earth.

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Happy National Daiquiri Day!!! – What’s your favorite Daiquiri flavor?

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It’s National Daiquiri Day! The daiquiri is a rum-based cocktail invented by an American mining engineer named Jennings Cox. Legend has it that Cox created the first daiquiri in the early 1900s after he ran out of gin at a small bar in Santiago, Cuba. 

The original daiquiri recipe called for white rum, lime juice, and sugar. According to another legend, Ernest Hemingway inspired the creation of the frozen variety at El Floridita in Havana in the 1940s. The bartender’s name was Constantino Ribalaigua and he is often considered the true creator of the daiquiri. Today, there are dozens of daiquiri flavors and varieties!

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My Mother . . . myself by Bare Naked in Public (BLW Contributor)

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I woke up this morning to drizzly gloomy skies, a reflection of my heart and mind, it seems summer is taking her own sweet time. Generally, the weather alone cannot get me down, but today would have been my mom’s 76th birthday, and I was hoping for sunshine and blue skies to celebrate her warmth, her kindness and gentle spirit.  Seven years have passed and more than ever, I would love to visit with my mom.  I do talk with her every day, on the beach trail during my morning or evening walks, in my car driving home from anywhere, and lying in my bed at night. I ask her to help me with difficult decisions, and sometimes I cry because I miss her. I have stared at my ceiling in the dark, searching for answers and asked, What should I do?  I know what she would say, Pray and go to church.

Growing up, religion was a huge part of our lives. We attended  mass every Sunday without fail. As a teen, I remember walking to church with my siblings after long days at the beach, all of us fresh out of the shower, tanned with wet hair. I found peace in the rhythm of the rituals and the singing of hymns. As a young mother I took my own children to church but found it increasingly difficult to attend. Life grew busier . . . . and I grew restless.

For reasons I cannot explain or justify, I made choices that damaged relationships and changed the course of my life. During this time, I stopped going to church. My mom never nagged or lectured me, instead when I seemed overwhelmed or upset by the problems I had created, she would tell me she was praying for me, and suggest that I do it too. Having lost my faith, and feeling stubborn I would shake my head. Occasionally when she was running off to church she would say, You know, you can come with me? I would reply . . . I know. But I would not go.

Overtime I softened to the idea of stepping inside a church. A few times I attended mass with my mom on our infamous Vegas trips. Another time, our whole family, in Milwaukee for my Grandma’s 90th birthday, attended mass together. I remember glancing down the pew at my mom; she was literally glowing, full of light. Sometimes I think faith is a special kind of giftedness. My mom had that gift.

During the fifteen months she lived with cancer, I went to mass a few more times with her. I begged God for a miracle. I know my mom prayed and prayed for a miracle too. As faithful as she was and as much as she believed in heaven and life everlasting, she absolutely did not want to die and leave her family behind. However, she accepted her fate with grace. In her last days of hospice, priests were at our family home every day. We five kids sat on her bed, praying with her, and for her, until she finally found peace.

I still do not attend mass regularly. However, I find solace visiting churches, lighting candles, sitting alone and listening. I imagine my mom’s glow and smile. I continue to struggle with faith, and God, reconciling what I was taught with what I have learned and experienced in adulthood. I do believe we are all connected in some way and we have an obligation to maintain every connection with integrity, acceptance and love.

I do follow my mother’s advice, Pray and go to church . . . I go to the ocean, I walk in the canyon, I spend time with my family and friends, I listen to the tiny wisdom of my grandson Luca, I lend a helping hand wherever I am needed, whenever I can, and I practice gratitude daily. After all, this is what my mother taught me.

The sun did emerge late this afternoon, creating an absolutely gorgeous day, perfect  for celebrating my mom, a woman of admirable faith and immeasurable grace, even in the last moments of her life as she left behind her most precious gift, her family.

Happy Birthday Mom. I love you.

xoc

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Is social media making us narcissistic? by My Random Musings (BLW Contributor)

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Like everyone else, ok well almost everyone I use social media to keep in touch with friends, however, I don’t tend to post my every move on it and don’t use it as a way to seek confirmation about myself. It is mostly used to post photographs I take and a method to keep in touch with friends and family across the globe.

I have friends who seem to use it as a way to showcase their narcissistic behavior or maybe it could be called self-absorbed behavior and a way to constantly seek attention or likes from everyone around them. I admit we all probably want to be told how great we look or how the food item we cook/bake looks absolutely delicious. I admit, in the past, I have posted pictures of food I made, but never posted pictures of myself on a regular basis.  I think of it more as a place to showcase or some may say show off my cooking skills, but I realize no one or at least almost no one cares about my cooking skills and what I had for dinner.

Going back to my friend(s), she posts pictures of her painted nails, her latest hair cut or her red streak on her hair, where she ate, what she is thinking, how great her life is, etc. Some reading this may assume or think that I maybe jealous of this wonderful life my friend has, which is far from the truth.

I am not saying my friend is the only person guilty of this behavior, there are so many who use social media to constantly update every little thing in their life and somehow find great satisfaction in airing their every move for all to see. For the most part I have noticed that people who go the extra length of showing this great life are those who seem to be somehow trying to compensate for something that they seem to be lacking in their life.

While I understand people might want to share a picture of themselves from time to time with friends, but a picture every time you step out of the house is what I chalk to narcissistic, self absorbed behavior or so I think.

Has all these social media sites taken over our lives to the extent that we tend to exaggerate on our so-called wonderful lives in order to show those around us how great our life is? Why have we become those people who have no sense of privacy of our lives and think it is normal to share our every thought that passes. Maybe my writing this post is my narcissistic behavior,  or maybe it’s a complaint about society, and what we’ve become as humans.

In the past I have tried to deactivate my social media presence, but it is like a drug that you cannot get over, so while I rant and rave about having to read narcissistic posts on there, I take responsibility by being one of the people who probably contributes towards the narcissistic behavior of everyone.

I sit here pondering on this question, have sites like Facebook, twitter, instagram taken away from us the little privacy we had and turned us into people who have this dire need to constantly seek confirmation or gratification from those around us.  Has social  media made us narcissistic or are we so self-absorbed that we refuse to see that it has taken over our lives ?

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Fear and Loathing in Sea World Part 2 by Ryan Fu (The Hated Ones)

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As potheads we were starting to feel paranoid that security was watching us so we decided to see a show and maybe I could pull myself together. We check out the penguin and otter show, sitting at the back of the show on the top steps trying to avoid other people but apparently the show is really popular as it quickly fills up with kids and adults. Before the show starts the boys tell me to drink as much water to get me out of this funk I was in but I knew there was no way out of this hell except to ride it out.

Everyone was having a good time as the show started. But for myself was just trying to keep it together, but I was nowhere near in a good place because I was getting sicker and sicker.

Then, I looked up at the show staring at the otter performing on stage. The otter stopped whatever he was doing and started talking to me.

“Duuudddee, you are fucked up,” as the otter tells me in his cute little costume.

“You’re not going to make it.”

At the really strange moment, Hoover turns to me to ask me if I was alright. Then the floodgates opened up as I started to throw up chunks of my lasagna right in front of my feet as people tried to move away. Thankful, I didn’t hit anyone with my projectile vomit.

The sound I made while I was vomiting was so vile, it echoed throughout the show as it literally cleared the rows in front and behind us. The show finally ended as I sat in my own pool of lasagna vomit with my head in hands feeling awful. The boys quickly decided to take me out of the park, which it was amazing I even got back to the car because it’s a fucking maze when you’re high as a kite trying to get out of an amusement park. I mean is it that hard to put up big ass exit signs for stoners.

We finally got back to the car but I was even sicker. Before getting into the car I threw up some more near the car but we parked so close to the park near a roller coaster, which every time the kids went down the ramp, I unwittingly threw up simultaneously making the boys laugh hysterically.

 

I finally climbed into the truck to sleep it off but the boys decided it to light another one up before they got back into the park. They finished the J leaving me to my misery in the car. They left a couple of windows down so I could get some fresh air, but the stank from the cush we were smoking so smelly it attracted an uncover cop and Sea World security.

I hear a knock on my window, where I laid my head down seeing see a police badge.

I calmly stumble out of the car as the UC asks me if was alright. I tell him that I was cool leaning against the car because I couldn’t stand up straight. The UC smells the pot as security starts rummaging through car finding Mullen’s bag full of goodies. The UC asks me if this was mine and I tell him it wasn’t, which was the truth. But I was starting to notice he was getting angry and he wanted the rest of the boys to come back to the car, which I did calling them back to the car. I stumbled back into the car to sit down because the UC finally noticed that I couldn’t stand up anymore. As I sat there, I could hear them outside making jokes like, “Jesus, what did this dude eat?” 

In the corner of my eye see Mullen but not Angello. Mullen walks directly to the UC as the he points to his bag asking if it was his, which Mullen said it was his showing him his medical card. The cop tells Mullen that I got into his bag and started doing drugs, which Mullen started to point to me telling me,

“Bad Fu. How could you do that? You know you shouldn’t do that,” like was a dog that ripped up his favorite newspaper.

The UC gives back Mullen his bag telling him that we need to leave the park or get arrested. So, we decided to get out of Dodge as the cop tells me that was I banned from Sea World but the only thing I was worried about was potential throwing up in my own truck. We pull out of Sea World picking up

Angello outside the park. “Bro, what happened,” a worried Angello asks.

“We can’t go back into the park or we’ll get arrested and Fu is banned forever,” nonchalantly tells Angello lighting up other dobbie before leaving the park.

“That’s fucked up, I didn’t get to fuck any dolphins,” as Angello takes a puff on the joint.

As we were leaving Sea World, I could see another otter show going on, looking up seeing the same otter waving goodbye to me as I fall asleep in my drug induce coma.

I wake up in a hotel room, where the guys were walking in telling me they were shocked I was still alive, asking me if I wanted to some grab dinner to which I responded,

“Sure, I’m fucking starving I can eat an Otter. Anything but fish because that’s fucked up.”

That was the last time, I went to Sea World but it wasn’t the last time that I ate fish because I am Asian for fuck sake, I grew up on sardines and SPAM.

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Fear & Loathing in Sea World Part 1 by Ryan Fu ( The Hated Ones)

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For normal people who celebrate they usually know their limits, stopping before they get too fucked up. This is not one of those stories.

It was Comic Con weekend in San Diego, which I decided to bring the whole team down to party and work, but mostly to party. We all decided to show up a day earlier to hangout at Sea World in which I don’t have the best track record over there. Last time I was there I almost crashed into the gates after a night of drunken debauchery, but in my defense I thought they were open at 3 in the morning. 

We had an easy ride down from Los Angeles, arriving at Sea World right before lunch. This time I didn’t almost crash into anything as we pull into the parking lot. I decided to eat an edible candy thirty minutes before we got there but it had not kicked in yet, so I ate another edible candy. Don’t let the word “candy” fool you these weren’t after school snacks I was eating. They were highly potent drugs I was taking for cancer patients, which the last time I checked, I wasn’t going through chemo but I did suffer from being an idiot. So, after we got our tickets we decided to go back to the car to smoke out before we got into the park. At the car, the effects of the first edible candy I ate, finally kicked in as we light up having a good time. 

I was feeling groovy so we all decided to light up another J as the whole crew were having a good time.

“I want fuck dolphin in da ass,” Angello says to us holding the joint.

“I’m pretty sure they don’t have asses,” Mullen says rolling up another joint.

“I’m just so horny,” Angello says grabbing his crotch.

“You’re disgusting,” Hoover tells Angello as he looks over at the Sea World Map.

“Come over here Hoover. I want to fuck you in da ass,” as Angello tries to grab Hoover from behind.

I grab the joint taking the last puff telling the boys

let’s get the fuck out of here and get into the park. As we walk towards the park, Mullen hands me an edible lollipop so I can suck on while we’re checking out the park. 

So, kids if you’re counting that’s three edible candies and two joints under an hour, plus I hadn’t eaten anything all day, which equals an interesting afternoon. 

As we were walking around the park I was still feeling groovy but now I had a heightened sense of my surroundings as I was starting to feel a bit paranoid. So, I tried to keep calm telling myself, it’s just the drugs making me feel paranoid, everything is alright, but of course everything was not alright. 

As the day went on, the higher I got as I started to feel like I was walking on clouds trying to keep my shit together but I was starting to suspect the boys were keep any on eye me even though they we’re also high as shit. As we wait for the next Shamu show we decided to check out other whale exhibits. 

I pull away from the boys walking ahead of them into the whale exhibit, checking out different mammals. As I was checking out the exhibit, a ghost like dolphin came out of nowhere, swimming towards me, then stopping right in front me as I place my face right against glass. The dolphin wasn’t actually a dolphin but a Beluga whale, which are apparently really social to humans. This one absolutely knew I was high as shit and didn’t mind telling to get my shit together.

“Bro, you are high as shit aren’t you,” the Beluga tells me as I look around if anyone sees what’s going down. “Dude, you need to eat something homie.”

I stop looking around telling the whale, “okay.”

“But don’t eat fish cause that’s fucked up,” as the Beluga waved goodbye to me, swimming back in darkness.

I finally tell the boys I was getting too high and I needed to get something in my stomach before I lose my shit. We find an Italian restaurant close by and I order a lasagna trying to eat it as quick as possible but it was already too late, as I was starting to feel sick. Angello suggests that I need to walk it off and start moving around but now you could visually see I was getting too fucked up as I was stumbling around the park. 

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