There is sanctity in wanting.
There is pristine beauty in the
desire to be loved.
The line that holds me in place,
links me strongly to all that is sacred –

to the core that is humanity.

(Secretly? I'm tired of sanctity and crave some sullying. Any takers?)

As stated, I'm a Milwaukee girl, which means that I live in the grand state of Wisconsin. It also means that I am privileged to have Russ Feingold as my senator- one of the best holding office at this current moment. Let's take a minute just to think about the what's happened over the past few days. He presented a bill to end the funding for the war by March 2008, hardly the most popular thing to do or the easiest. Yet, he made the difficult decision because it was the right thing to do. He was the only Senator to oppose going to war - the right thing to do. Oh, hindsight is 20/20. He was the only Senator to oppose the Patriot Act - the right thing to do. He stands alone, fighting for this nation, fighting for its people, fighting for its environment, fighting for its business, fighting for its ethics, fighting for the precious lives of our troops. I stand and salute this senator for having the courage, and dare I say, audacity, to try and end this debacle that has been wrong from day one and gone on far too long. As this quagmire becomes more apparent, let's hope the other senators will follow suit and stand with this upright, independent man and do the hard thing, the right thing.

Beautiful girls also watch sports. Since it's baseball season, let's talk baseball. Being from Milwaukee, it's the Brewers. With 25 years under their belts from their last trip to the World Series, it's time for the Crew to get there again. They started out strong - do any of you recall the 1987 season streak of 13 in a row and what happened with the rest of that season? Let's hope that doesn't happen again. This road trip is beginning to be a bit of a concern, losing four in a row - two of them heart breakers. They just couldn't afford to lose this many games to the east coast teams if they want to be considered legitimate especially since they have to come home and play a heated Midwest rival in a talented Minnesota Twins team. But let's face it, if the team doesn't get national recognition and they can scoot in under the radar as the underdog, it's that much better for the team. They'll come out of nowhere and the nation will be befuddled and jump aboard the Brewers ship. The road trip? It's disappointing, but let's not jump off the bandwagon just yet. The boys have yet to regain their balance, and J.J. Hardy remains hot (as well as hot - nudge, nudge, wink, wink). The losing streak is going to happen; it's how you recover from it that defines you as a team. Right now, it's not looking so good, but I have no doubt they'll get by it because they have a strong team - save the bullpen. A few key trades could shore that up. I'm thinking Laynce Nix to the Twins for any number of their long relievers. Today, it's the Phillies one more time, and they've had their number, but they'll pull this one out. Maybe Sheets will actually have command of his pitches and some pace on his fastball. A girl can dream.

Women of the world... how many times have you been dumped by the man in your life, been made to feel that it's your fault and realized that it wasn't? Here's your chance to vent. Don't get me wrong; I'm not bitter. Well, I might be bitter, but not about this. I'm just irritated, and these are the things I'd love to say to this person if only I could:

Dear Mr. B.

I'm curious: Do you know how many times you told me you loved me? More than I can count. I told you once in response to your effusive, "This is the woman I love," I responded, "Don't say that." You asked, "Why?" I answered, "Because you won't remember you said it tomorrow." Seeing as you were drunk. You shook your head, mischievous, rueful grin on your face, and your friend Mary said, "Yes he will." Well, I didn't believe it not that I didn't want to, but how was I supposed to? I had to take it with a grain of salt. I wasn't opposed to your saying it. I just wanted you to mean it and have it stick. With all the mixed signals you were sending, what was I supposed to think? I tried not to get too excited because you told me not to while you sort of jerked me around with your words and actions sending me on a roller coaster of emotion when I told you explicitly not to play with my heart. You said you wouldn't but you lead me down this path then left me standing there all alone. You were begging me to come hither, be your soul mate. It was kismet that we met. Hold my hand, kiss me in public - hello that Wednesday on the street, I don't usually let people kiss me with tongue then tell me that you don't like public displays. What utter crap! Then, it's hold me, but don't touch me. Don't get me wrong, I'll acknowledge my own issues especially with the saying of "I love you", but you wouldn't let me tell them to you because when I tried to get close from the vibe you were sending you pulled away. You would just get irritated when I tried to capitalize on our affection and attraction and tried be intimate. I suppose it was okay to demand affection from me when you needed it, including in public and at the bar, but a completely different story when I needed some - which completely sucks. It seems natural that people who like each other would want to spend time together especially when seeing that person made you smile and you liked to talk to that person as well as liked to kiss and hold that person and would have done pretty much anything for that person or let that person have miles worth of space. This also sucks. You came onto me and I wanted you to. You asked me to call you, and I did. I was ready for you, but you weren't ready for me. Sad. You never saw me. You made it seem like it was me, but it wasn't me. It was you. What was ever your deal?

Sincerely the person who could have been the greatest love of your life, especially in bed, the one who saw you, got you, but you through it all away.

The Divine Ms. K.