9/11

I am blogging about this subject because of a special that is airing on the National Geographic Channel regarding the attack. You know, I think about that day maybe more often than most people do. I am in no way directly connected to anyone that their lost their life that day and I saw it on television just like most of the world did, yet I cant get any of those images out of my head. My life changed that day. It felt like it was happening to me. I was so sad and angry during those next few days. Sad for the families that lost someone, sad for those poor souls that chose to jump from the 90th floor, sad for the passengers that were hoping everything was going to be okay. Then anger, rage uncontrollable rage. I wanted everyone that was a part of this dead. All of them. Every single one of them, no matter what the cost. So a few civilians will die, so what? Did they care who they killed? Someone tell me why we should be so careful when we go after them. In a war, there will always be casualties, for us and them. I just want revenge, plain and simple. There may be nothing ethical about it but it is justice. That day I realized many things. I realized where I am from. Being Latino, I notice that latinos from my generation always likes to claim they are from where their family is from. If their parents are from Mexico then they go around saying they are Mexicans. I was born in this country, so what happened, happened to my fellow countrymen. I am an American first and everything else second. But the biggest realization I had that day was what I had always suspected before, we are alone. There is no higher power out there that is supposedly watching over us. All the stuff I have been taught my whole life was total B.S. I wont go any further on this topic, just to prevent this blog from going all spiritual. This is all just my opinion. I was deeply affected that day and I will never forget nor forgive. I will never forget what I saw that day and I will never forgive them for murdering Americans. I just hope we can one day say we got them all, dead or alive.

bloggers block

I just dont know. I just cant seem to write. Everytime I sit down to type something on my blog I get lost and end up not doing anything. I see my friends write tons on their blogs but I cant focus. Actually, sometimes I have so many things to say I get frustrated and write nothing. Its a strange thing, and hopefully I will snap out of it soon. Maybe my new setting is throwing me off, its not like I have close friends around me to shoot ideas to. We shall see.

My dog

Ladies and Gentlmen I present to you, Tobe. I felt I captured his essence here in this pic so I decided to make this my profile pic. My dog means the world to me. He is 4 years old but my family rescued him from the pound when he was just 9 months old. When I say rescue, I mean rescue because dogs are killed at the pound everyday. It was not easy, we had a family dog years ago, but when Lily was stolen from us in '97 it took us 4 years to get over the loss and get up the nerve to look for another one. When my brother found him in a pound all dirty in a cage, he knew this is the one. The people at the pound said that they picked him up on the streets traveling with a pack of dogs, he was definetly the one. When the day came when Tobe was available to adopt, there were other families there trying to adopt him as well. There was a bidding war but we had already agreed that we would fight for this dog. We won, and my brother brought him home shortly thereafter. That was when my brother decided that he should be named Tobe. His full name would be M.Tobe. The meaning behind his name is simple, "Meant to be", M.Tobe for short. That is his story, I only wish everyone could have a relationship with a pet the way I have with my Tobe.

Check me out

Well, well look at me actually creating a blog. Always heard about this mysterious word "blog" but I was never interested in making one. Always thought, "Who cares what I think anyway?" But now that I have moved out of the city and away from my family and friends, I see now that this is one of the best ways to stay in contact with them. They are always surfing the net anyway so why not stop in and see what im up to. I wont get into the specifics of me moving just yet but I did want to set this thing up and write a sort of introduction. Suffice to say, I am the all powerful Charlie and I am now living in Idaho. Yes, Idaho. I was born and raised on the streets of Los Angeles (well born in a hospital and raised in an apartment but the street thing sounds better.) I have decided to move to Idaho for 2 reasons: 1 to continue my relationship with the woman I love and 2 to make a change in my life that gets me out of the routine I was slipping into. You see I have always been a "soul-searching" kind of person so I have always been looking for some kind of meaning to it all. Thats why im out here, to help me look within and find out more about myself. So I guess that ends my first entry into this blog.