Share Your World — 2014 Week 33


I have been slacking on sharing my world. So I decided to go ahead and participate in this weeks challenge. Well it’s not much of a challenge to answer questions, but yeah.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I have never had an experience with the other side, but I think there is a possibility that some souls for whatever reasoning can trap themselves here in our world. Whether they can interact with us or if that is just some, at the time, inexplicable electromagnetic field is up in the air for me. I did however watch the entire Ghost Whisperer series on Netflix in less than a week’s time. That was a great show.


If you could play any sport professionally what would it be? Or if you can’t picture yourself playing sports, what is your favorite sport?

I’m not athletic and I don’t really like sports. Maybe though, now that I am thinking about it more, roller derby could be fun. Yeah I think if I could get more athletic, I’d totally roller derby.


 Do you prefer long hair or short hair for yourself?

I like it shorter when I am thinner. Right now I am not fat, but I’m not thin so I wear it long.

If you were on an small island, who would you want to be with? And where is it? How big is it?

I would want to be with AF of course. I don’t travel much (read: at all), so as for location and size, I haven’t the foggiest idea.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

My life is kind of boring. I am learning code and all my weeks seem to run together. I don’t even remember anything from last week and I don’t know what lies ahead.


Thanks to Cee for this weeks questions. Ciao!


I have been undereating which is going to kill my metabolism, I think


I don’t think undereating is quite a word, but spell check isn’t picking it up so we’ll just go with it.

As I may have mentioned before I have kind of a phobia to grocery stores. Well, actually more of an extreme dislike. I love food, but I hate the aisles with all the options. 

Aisle of Doom

And if you’ve ever noticed most of the options in an American grocery store are processed items. That’s a little besides the point and I’m not really a health nut, which I should say I am not a health nut at all. I eat what is convenient to me. And a lot of the time that shit is processed. I just think it’s kinda sad.
Tomorrow I plan to make a difference in my life. I am going to face the grocery store and buy food that won’t leave me eating only one meal a day. For now I have to go get ready because the boyfriend is coming to take me out to Applebees. We got perks to use to get free appetizers. Yummy, yummy sodium filled delicious restaurant food.

Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?


The title of this post is a tag of mine that I have for my current best friend. In Florida, where I happen to live, you tend to get a lot of falsies or people who are just not real — and couldn’t be to save their lives — so friendships cycle. The tag was influenced by a song that could be named so or it could just be Alice, I forget.  And at the time I created my blog, I named her Alice from Alice in Wonderland because if I ever met a living person that perfected exactly what nonsensical is all about, that person would be Alice.

Alice doesn’t make such good decisions. In fact, it can be said that she can make some pretty poor ones. I have a ton from back in the day on this blog if you’re ever curious. But as much as this post is about Alice, it’s about me, too. I have a confession: I tend to take on the sidekick role in many of my friendships. I am seriously a Jiminy Cricket to their Pinocchio.

I am not comfortable being center stage. In fact, I’ve always been best at being back stage and/or behind the scenes.

I first really met Alice when we worked together at what was once known as Eckerd’s Drugs or something. Maybe it was pharmacy. That company was terrible either way. I knew her from school, but we didn’t really hang out in school. Our circles weren’t even close to being a venn diagram. Well, other than the fact we attended the same middle and high schools.

Alice then became knocked up not long after graduating and married the man who knocked her up. She maybe knew him a whole three months before they tied the knot. She moved to California where he was stationed, got knocked up a second time and came back here when it became known that her second child has a heart condition. Now they’re in the midst of a very unamicable divorce and he hasn’t helped financially in almost a year. She is battling that and getting nowhere fast.

It’s unfortunate. I would put that man’s balls in a vice if I could. I hope the attorney Alice is seeing today is good. She needs a good attorney.

As for me, if you need a good sidekick I come relatively cheap. Just pay me in chocolate.

*Post inspired by: Weekly Writing Challenge: My Dear Watson

Depression: A Fucking Faded Memory


I have had depression before. I have been so depressed in my past that at two different points in my life, I purposely overdosed myself with whatever medications I was prescribed to at the time. For the life of me though, I can’t seem to feel a compassion toward those who have any kind of depression. Yeah, that’s a very loaded and bold statement, but I feel it’s the truth, or the best way I can express what I mean.

Though maybe it’s not compassion I mean. I mean, I think what it boils down to is me wishing I could do something, but knowing I can’t and that frustrates the ever-loving shit out of me.

The worst of my depression was in my teens with one bout in my adult years. It feels so long ago that I can’t clearly remember the feeling. Or feelings. I don’t feel like I can relate to those with depression.

And the kicker, the kicker of it all is I have a mental health disorder. You would think I’d be able to connect and understand with total compassion to those living with any kind of depression, but my cocktail of medications make me feel so different — so well — that I have a really hard time with those who don’t seek help for their issues.

Yes, I maybe should have clarified this before, but I don’t feel like editing: I am talking about those who know there is something wrong and will complain to you about it all day everyday — if they can get away with it — but never go for actual help.

depression really can make you feel isolated, I just wish more people would go for help.

depression really can make you feel isolated, I just wish more people would go for help.

Because of the timing of this post, I feel it proper to make a disclaimer that this has nothing to do with the unfortunate death of Robin Williams. His choice was solely his choice and I will miss him as one of the best comedic performers. My thoughts and prayers are with his family and friends and the lives he touched so charismatically. 


Yes, I Still Checkup on You


I started watching a movie with my sister last night. It was the second Freddy Kruger movie and I couldn’t get over how the main character looked so much like you. Well, when you were younger at least. And I’m not talking about Freddy, I am talking about the teen boy whose name was Jessie. Or Jesse, however the name is spelled. That has little importance. I know you no longer want me as a part of your life, blocking me on Facebook was kind of a big hint, but I have another account that I use and I just checkup on you sometimes.

Is that stalkerish?

You’ve grown so much and I don’t mean physically, I mean mentally. Your maturity has enhanced and it looks good on you. You now live in another state, have a promising career, seem to be happy and doing well all around. You’re not the same teen that I remember with a depressed attitude and a million mental diagnoses.

I would message you, but I know how you hold grudges. Me having slipped up and told the love of your life I knew she was the love of your life was my biggest mistake because I lost my best friend. So instead, I’ll just keep tabs secretly because though you’ve given up on me, I can’t seem to let go of you.

Get to Know CombatBabe or CB


It’s been a while since I have really blogged under the name CombatBabe or CB so I figure I would take this opportunity to show you a bit of who I am by answering random questions from the internet. Because that’s totes the cool thing to do, AMIRITE!?

What’s the #1 most played song on your iPod?

My iPod is currently in my car where it lives, I tend to listen to internet radio like iTunes radio and the like when I am on my computer so I don’t have that many song plays through my iTunes. The most played song with a whole 2 plays is Simple Kind of Life by No Doubt, followed closely by All Apologies by Nirvana. I feel fortunate that it wasn’t Lollipop or She Will by Lil Wayne, that’s kind of embarrassing.

What chore do you absolutely hate doing?

Laundry. I don’t mind putting it in and then transferring it to the dryer, but when the dryer is done that is when I feel on the verge of all hell breaking loose. I’d like to have a maid in my future.

What is one of your favorite quotes?

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away any shadows.  — St Francis of Assisi.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

A back-end programmer in web development. Front-end is cool, but I like going for the guts of how things work, so to speak. And I love code. And I am not saying there is not a lot of coding to be had in front-end web development, there is of course, but back-end is just more of my kinda tea. If you’re curious to know more, just Google or Bing front-end vs back-end programming.

If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?

Jane. I don’t know why, but I have always loved the name Jane.

And Everything Comes Back Full Circle


This blog was my original creation on; the very first. It was born October of 2012 when I had just turned 26, I believe. Or 27… math is hard. Anyway, I loved it but decided to leave it for new blogs. Different names, same blogger. A blogger not trying to find herself, but really — define herself. I did this with clothes when I was in school, a different fashion trend or not-so trend all throughout my grade-high school years. It’s who I am. A girl who desires constant change.

So now I am back as CombatBabe, better known as CB and I am here to stay.

On a completely different topic, I have messed around all day on here and have not attempted to do any work. I think I’ll take an hour nap first, get some coffee then work. Sounds like a plan.