"Getting older's not been on my plans"

  My family has never been too big on holidays. Sure, we would go here or go there. We would usually be traveling to a family member's house for a meal and fellowship, but it was still not something that ever gave me warm and fuzzies. The most warm and fuzzies I ever got was sitting around the Christmas tree with my mom, my dad, and my brother opening gifts.   There was always one common thread: us 4. 5 years ago, that changed drastically. Since then, holidays have meant very little. So much that last year I spent Christmas at home by myself. I was fine. Little did I know that I would be cheated on ending up spending it in tears. The past is in the past. What I mean is this: Golden Coral has been a Thanksgiving or Christmas norm for me and my family for awhile.    I haven't looked forward to the holiday season in what seems like forever. This year...this year is different. For the first time, in such a long time, I am happy about the up coming season. I am eager even to spe

  I used to be non-denominational. I am now Catholic. I used to be pro-capital punishment. I am now anti-capital punishment. I have always been pro-life. And I have usually always been put in a pretty little political box. However, there is no such thing. The bombings around the world, the refugees, the fight for women's rights, the fight for equal pay for women, the fight for all genders, sexes and races...none of it fits into a pretty little political box.   No one likes to be mislabeled. If that is the case, and it is, then why can't we stop? I saw on Facebook, yesterday, a post by an acquaintance that spoke of her surprise of someone she didn't think would be for the acceptance of refugees was and someone she thought would be for it was opposed. Her next comment was ridiculous. It was along the lines of, "And most of the time I am right about these kinds of things."   Hold up. Just hold up. I get that people can be predictable, but I also get that people can

  It was a year ago this week I got a call while sorting out pee at the peepee palace. I had been told of a job as a receptionist that would pay 2 dollars more than I was currently making. However, it was temporary and started the next day. I was hesitant and reluctant, but I said yes.   A year later, I have moved from receptionist to customer service and have enjoyed every painstaking and agonizing moment of angry customers and the happiness and friendships that have planted and blossomed as well.   Most people who know me know that I started my masters this past August. It has been a good learning experience and I have enjoyed it. It was a means to further my knowledge of the Church and the RCIA program. It was a great idea, at the time, because more than anything I wanted to be involved with this program and get paid to teach Catholic doctrine.   But...things have changed. I have changed. I have for the first time in my work history I have been challenged. Working in the corporat

Babe,                                                                                                                          11/5/2015   I am sitting here thinking about you and how much I love you, and how much you mean to me. Here is something for you.   I love you with all my heart. You have given me such pleasure. I felt it from the start. You are my one true treasure. I will never mistreat you, for you are my true love. We will never be through. My angel from above. When you say you love me for life, I feel it to the depths of my soul.   Referring to yourself as my future wife makes me whole. I will give you my undying devotion and love for as long as I live. I shall kiss you and drink of your potion. For you, I will give all I have.   I want to be with you each night. Falling asleep together...making the world so right: loving each other forever. I love you, Bee Now do you get it?!

  By now, most people should know that I really don't care what others think. I do things that I want...when I want. So far, it has worked out well. I would like to think that my conscience is quiet strong and guides me to where I should be and where I want to be.   That said...what do you want? When it comes to my relationships, I have had multiple instances in which backlash has been had. Some warranted some not. This time...if you only knew. Why do we end up with the ones we do? Is it because we think we deserve that person? Is it because we settle for what we are tired of searching for?   J: a simple (I mean this in the way that means clarity) man who wants one thing...to love and be loved in return. I tell people I found someone who adores me. Their response: but can you find things in common. I tell people I found someone who surpasses the idea I had for myself. Their response: yes but can he talk literature and philosophy and religion and politics and all the other things