Category Archives: Suggested Topic

Unstoppable Forces

It’s odd that this topic was suggested to me, because it’s been on my mind.

I’ve been thinking about Unstoppable Forces vs. Immoveable Objects. Wondering which one I am, I know that I am stubborn as both, but I think I concluded that I am an Unstoppable Force.

I’m always on the move in my life, I haven’t slowed down since I graduated Highschool. I don’t plan to for a very long time. I’m constantly told by people around me: ‘I don’t know how you do it.’

To be honest, I don’t know how to do anything else. It’s the way I was raised and the only way I know how to live. I, personally, don’t know how anyone’s life can be at a stand still and they can call it living.


My ‘Crazy Mother’

Generally its a given that if I’m related to someone they’re crazy, runs in our family like heart problems or diabetes might in some other family.

Anyway, my mom is one of the most powerful women I know, problem is most of the time she doesn’t know that. After all these years, I don’t know HOW she doesn’t know, but I can’t help but try to remind her.

We’ve been doing a lot of growing together over the past couple years and it’s been a beautiful journey.

I love you, Mommy!

My Mother


Ya Know What Just Freaks Me Out?

Most people find that people like this:

Marilyn Manson

 

Or this:

Alice Cooper

Are creepy.

Frankly, I think these people are brilliant. I think they deserve awards for how absolutely amazing people who are completely real with who they are should be running the world.

You know who creeps me out? Know who gets under my skin?

Sarah Palin

 

And other politicians, they really do. I feel like I never know the truth, like I can’t trust a single one of them.

All I ask out of my leaders is that they step up, be straight forward, be honest, about who and what they are. Even if that’s someone not everyone likes, BE HONEST and you’ll have my support.

Until then I’ll stick to my freaks.


Meow Mix

This morning I woke up and almost rolled over Polgara and so I started loving on her, and then from across the apartment my kitten, Ce’Nedra, comes running into the bedroom and jumps up purring. Somehow she knew I was awake and petting her sister. My kitties amaze me.


My Daughter

For those unaware I am about two months away from giving birth to a beautiful baby girl! My husband and I are preparing our home for her. Shortly after christmas I’m having a baby shower with my family.

Personally, I can’t wait to meet her. I don’t really mind being pregnant but I’m getting anxious to know what she’ll be like or look like. Will she be as stubborn as her mother or patient like her father? Will she have my flaming hair or take after her blonde father? Will she have gray eyes? Brown eyes? Even green eyes? Will she be picky or eat everything in sight? How mush will she wiegh? Will she posse the empathy I did even as a newborn?

I want to know her. These pains and flutters need a face, need a smile.

I miss someone I’ve never met.


Snow/Flowers/Warmth/Colors

There is something about this time of year that amkes me think about all the other seasons. Where I live we don’t have very clear-cut seasons and I think it’s something we miss around here.

The time I spent up north there were such beautiful clear seasons it would take your breath away.

The summer was warm and bright green. Everything was lush and bright.

The fall brought on bright leaves, cool evenings, and the harvest. Berries and apples. All kinds of beautiful things.

When winter came so did the snow, it was cold and white, with the ever greens still glowing underneath it all.

And then the spring! Bright flowers, different berries, bold colors, birds, I een had an encounter with a beautiful fawn.

There is something overly dramatic about the seasons up there. The lines don’t blur, you just wake up one morning and there it is, knocking on your front door.


Tell Your Story

If you think about your life as a story it’s easy to see the different chapters, different events, conclusions, and how it ties together overall. 20/20 hindsight. So how does one ensure the story they live is a good one, a beautiful one? To be honest, you can’t, because you don’t control all the players, you’re not the author, you’re the main character.

However, there are a few things I feel you can do. Always listen to your heart, stand up for yourself, and for those you love. Don’t let anyone walk all over you. Laugh at yourself everyday. Dance in the pouring rain.