In A Funk.

Please excuse my absence over the last week. I've been in a serious funk, due in significant part to last Monday's post, and just haven't felt like bringing my readers down with my melancholy dribble. I'm still feeling a bit of it, though not as bad, so instead of focusing on family stuff, here's just a random tidbit of things currently going on in my head (the not-so-serious stuff.)

In news that makes me feel all Chester Molester, the D's recently got new neighbors, and they have a son that is totally swoon-worthy. The kid is all of 19, but mmmhmmmm. He's been strutting his gorgeous tushy around moving furniture into the house, shirtless and glistening with sweat. Seriously, this is what fantasies are made of. On a side note, when the hell did teenagers start looking like this (I'm looking at you right now, Taylor Lautner!)! When I was in high school and my first years of college, guys were basically skinny, or at best, slightly filled out. Where on Earth did these ripped 18-year-old kids come from? And how on Earth can I strike a deal to go back to high school and relive my senior year?! Yikes.

Also on my mind: Osama Bin Laden. Duh. He's on everyone's mind. But while the rest of the U.S. is currently buying one another shots and patting themselves on the back in celebration, I've taken a stance which is clearly going to bring me under attack. To those who don't like what I have to say, feel free not to read.

I know firsthand the pain of losing someone to the reign of terror that was Osama Bin Laden felt by those who lost someone - either that day, or as a direct result in the war. I lost my uncle, and while I was younger and we weren't best buds, I still think about him all the time. And yet, despite being directly affected, I cannot and will not ever be the kind of person who can rejoice in the point blank assassination of another human being. Yes, he was a horrifying individual, with crimes against humanity too numerous to list. But I do not believe that in pilfering villages and causing thousands of casualties in our search for him for TEN YEARS, losing countless of our own soldiers to "the cause", and killing him and several other people, we can claim a victory. He took hundreds of lives directly on 9/11, and we in turn gave thousands more, and took countless many lives of innocents, many women and children, in return. How is that justice? How are we ending a reign of terror? To those who shook in fear as our planes ransacked their skies, taking out hundreds at a time, we ARE terrorists. It pains me to see people out there "thanking God" for Osama's death. I don't think that God is rejoicing and celebrating that his children are out there taking one another's lives in his name.

"An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind." - Mahatma Gandhi