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Away Friends

12 Nov

Though we prefer to keep our family and friends geographically close, there is one good thing about having them at a distance. The beautiful thing about best friends who live so far away- They bring other good people to your life that you never would have met. And if your friend is truly a good person, you will meet more wonderful people that you never would have otherwise. People who have treated your good friend with the dignity and respect that you have always known they deserve. People who care for them and are always welcome back, because your friend respects, trusts and loves them. To watch a friend amidst people who clearly care about them and their well being is so medicinal for the soul…

It was an honor to meet my sisters closest friends this past weekend. Thank you all for loving her. She is a beautiful person.


A New Leaf Turned

1 Nov

It’s that time again. The time when I begin a new cycle of writing. It always comes in cycles and when that cycle is at its lowest and I’m writing little if any, that’s when I feel my worst. I am pleased to be at the beginning of it again. That means fresh outlooks, new inspirations, and a positive attitude towards myself.

I am beginning with a post a week but I would like for that to be an absolute minimum. I am at my best when I’m writing. Hopefully I can share some unique posts with everyone.

…and we begin again…


17 Aug

There is nothing lonelier than needing the shoulder of a best friend and knowing it’s not there. Wanting to talk with them, and knowing it’s not possible. Wanting to think about all the great times you have ahead of you, knowing they have evaporated into oblivion.

I take that back. There is one thing worse. Knowing it was your decision.

All For Naught?

17 Aug

When we find ourselves in a situation we feel we cannot control, as humans, one of two things occur. We either stand our ground and fight or we turn and run, these of course being more metaphor than literal action much of the time. But what we fail to realize during most of these confrontations is we form patterns in our behavior relating to specific situations that become ingrained and serve as a baseline for how we perceive and react to other, possibly completely unrelated circumstances.

It is only when it is pointed out to us that we see how deeply these patterns affect us on a daily basis.

I have been ‘fighting’ several battles within myself for a number of years. It was only when someone held up a mirror to my actions and led me by the hand, step-by-step through my ‘fights’ that it was made clear to me, what I believed was fighting was actually a form of retreat in order to protect myself. I then proceeded to take the necessary steps to confront my fears and reverse the effects of my actions on my life.

It has not been an easy road. Much of the time I felt these steps were too painful and wanted to throw in the towel. But a good friend kept me on track and helped me through it. I’m not finished by any stretch of the imagination, but I had found a beautiful peace I didn’t know was possible.

But now, it amazes me how someone can put so much blood, sweat and tears into something they believe in, only to be struck down in a single blow. All the hard work, all the time spent seems to be a waste of time. I know it is not- but dammit it sure as hell feels like it right now.

Chick-fil-A and the First Amendment- My Opening To a More Detailed Understanding

2 Aug

Our country was based on the beliefs that we are allowed to have our unique and individual opinions regardless of someone’s opposition to it. When you look at all the facts in this situation, it’s further proof of the deterioration of the foundations of this country. It is this company and their officers’ 1st amendment right to voice their opinion. They base their values from within the bible. No one can call them hypocrites- they don’t do business on Sunday and are therefore not a publicly traded company so they don’t capitalize in that manner. They have not stated they would not serve homosexuals, nor have they been called on the carpet for preferential treatment of heterosexuals. When my gay male friend and I (a heterosexual female) walk in to any one of their stores, our chicken sandwiches, salads, nuggets or wraps are exactly the same. My piece of chicken on bread with a single pickle slice is no better than my gay friends. And my friends sandwich isn’t lacking the chicken, nor the bread, nor the pickle slice. Chick-fil-A has simply voiced the opinion that they don’t AGREE with homosexual union. Well, no kidding. They have their religious beliefs and hold to them from start to finish. I may or may not agree with Chick-fil-A’s stance on same-sex marriage. But the bottom line is that I am allowed my opinion, just as they are, until our administration (current or future) decides we are no longer human enough to be allowed an opinion.

Aurora, Colorado Cinema Massacre

25 Jul

A small snippet of my thoughts on this situation at present- there will certainly be more thoughts from any and all of us who have considered this situation as more of the story develops.

I don’t believe he wanted to die. I don’t believe he had a purpose for his actions, other than wanting to make an immense statement. We have seen similar situations with very different outcomes (granted, this is still an infantile case)- i.e. outright suicide post homicide, suicide by cop, or, as was the case here in Atlanta several years ago, disarming a deputy during an ongoing trial and killing even more people.

I understand that sometimes people lose their grip on reality. Sometimes, life occurrences lead people to do things they wouldn’t otherwise. Sometimes, people just can’t deal and lose sight of that reality and accompanying rationality. Sometimes, they feel there is an inevitable end, and, in light of that end, they may become desperate for some semblance of control in their life or within their circumstances.

However, I have dealt directly with upstanding members of society, as well as derelicts, who have blatantly admitted their guilt against others. The number of these people is too great to remember, even in my fairly short career. These people don’t give a damn about others, even while they pursue their own goals, aspirations- their own personal end.

There is supposed to be a ‘reason’ for everything. Unfortunately, and certainly against what the media would have us believe, there isn’t always a ‘reason’. Sometimes, people are just bad people. Sometimes, people are killed- and there is NO REASON. Sometimes, there is no one to blame. And sometimes, the most obvious culprit is the correct culprit.

In any and all of these circumstances, I feel it is my right as a living, breathing human being to be able to protect myself, to protect my family and to protect my property against anyone who may seek to harm any or all of these- regardless of their thought processes. I firmly believe that, had the law allowed individuals the right to ‘open weapons carry’ and/or ‘concealed weapons carry’, enabling citizens who so choose to have some sort of personal protection on them, those able-bodied and/or trained individuals in the situation on the night of the Aurora, Colorado murders could have certainly made a remarkable difference in the overall outcome of the situation, including number of casualties. I believe that, had this been the case, many of the deceased might still be alive to give their account. Many families might be in the beginning steps of helping a loved one heal instead of the beginning phases of the grieving process as they attempted to get past the death of a loved one.

This man, James E. Holmes, apparently obtained his weapons and ammunition legally. But those of us who choose to be lawful, as well as prepared will pay for his actions.

However, the illegal trade/sale of guns will continue, regardless of the ability, or inability, of good honest citizen’s abilities to get their hands on protection in order to ensure the security of the lives of their loved ones, the safety of their property and those on their property, or their continued ability to secure their livelihood for their family.

Because, when it comes right down to it, criminals don’t care how they acquire their weapons, which become their status symbols as well as a stigma upon law-abiding citizens who continue to maintain lawfulness, even though they are scared to death that our government will continue to put all the power in the hands of those who care not for this country, our individual states nor any of their laws to make our wonderful country safe.

“A strong body makes a strong mind. As to the species of exercise I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body it gives boldness, enterprise and independence to the mind. Let your gun, therefore, be the constant companion of your walks.”
~ Thomas Jefferson

“The people of the various provinces are strictly forbidden to have in their possession any swords, bows, spears, firearms or other types of arms. The possession of these elements makes difficult the collection of taxes and dues, and tends to permit uprising.”
~Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Japanese Shogun, August 29, 1558

“Switzerland is a land where crime is virtually unknown, yet most Swiss males are required by law to keep in their homes what amounts to a portable, personal machine gun.” ~Tom Clancy

I Love Mornings- They Simply Don’t Return the Sentiment

22 Jul

I am not one to be up to catch the worm, but I do love the early mornings. The world is just beginning to stir, the air smells fresh and clean and the hummingbirds abound. Then I usually reward myself for my early rising by taking a nap!

Well, this morning I got up, not early necessarily, but had I not made plans I would have stayed in bed another hour or so. So I’m in the shower at 0930. After what feels like a fifteen minute shower, as I exit the bathroom I glance at the clock and it has been much closer to thirty minutes. I don’t take long to dress, do my hair and makeup. It usually takes ten minutes. Somehow, my normal routine takes me twenty minutes! AAACK!!

I grab my hat, jump in my little car and take off.

Only to be almost stopped by an elderly gentleman who pulls out in front of me and drives much slower than his not-quite-new-but-new-enough-to-go-MUCH-faster-than-THIS Toyota Corolla.

As a passing lane opens up, I zip around him, trying with everything I am not to scowl directly at him. It’s not my place to scream at an old man who is clearly more comfortable driving slowly.Perhaps he is concerned of his advanced age and worried that perhaps his reflexes aren’t what they used to be, or that his eyesight is going. Perhaps it’s because the last time he felt froggy and laid on the gas he slid through two stoplights creating mass havoc with the traffic surrounding those cross-roads, swerving onto the sidewalk, upending tables and chairs as he tore through the strangely abandoned Starbucks patio, ricocheted the United States Post Office roadside mailbox off his windshield sending birthday wishes, heartfelt sentiments, utility bills, flyers for the latest Petsmart Opening In Your Neighborhood!!, and a letter letting a fretful and sad woman that her twin sister did not, indeed, perish in the accident.

So I slide in front of the old man and in a moment he is an ant in my rearview.

Next it’s time for a work truck to pull in front of me. This guy… he was tricky. I thought he was on my side. he did a Shannon approved 50mph in a 35mph zone, accelerated impatiently when a vehicle that slowed us both down turned off onto a side road. We both took a right on red at appropriately safe times. And as the two lanes split into four, I fully expected him to take the inside lane and shoot around the groggily moving traffic we had come upon after we made our right turns. As I suspected, he took the left lane and began accelerating and after he had passed two of the slow cars- stopped moving forward. He was holding the speed of the traffic to our right, holding me hostage! If he had scooted up TWO MORE car lengths, I could have overtaken him and had the lane to myself in front of him, leaving me to close the next mile and a half much faster than we, as one happy group, did.

The old man in the acceleration lane then proceeded to not accelerate. As we hit the highway, I dropped a gear and darted over to the hammer lane (safely of course). And the white haired, wrinkly old man with the angry face nailed it as well. We sat, my nose next to his tail, painfully, for a moment. He finally let off at 75mph allowing me to creep past him. He really did look angry! And it looked like his face had been in that same expression for a REALLY LONG TIME!

I make it to my exit, head toward the theaters as a work van pushes me out of my lane and damn near into another a car already occupying the lane I am inevitably headed towards. I lay on my horn as I yell the nicest four letter words I know, and the bastard simply looks in his sideview mirror at me- AND KEEPS ON COMIN!! YOU STUPID SON OF… MOTHER… PIECE OF RAT…

He slides from the lane I was in to the lane I am currently leaving in order to get back over to my original lane as he continues across all four lanes without so much as a glance. I pause, considering following him to get his license plate, then think better. I am armed and pissed off and about to miss my movie. If I follow him I WILL miss my movie and then I’ll have yet another reason to do something bad to the driver without a brain. Not that it would make much of a difference in his outlook on life.

As I’m parking, my friend calls to make sure I was coming to the right theater, as there is another one just a few blocks away. I assure him I am, hang up, and walk inside, daring a driver to accidentally not see me crossing the road.

I walk into the air conditioned lobby and find my good friend waiting. He was late for the movie… I was later! And the first thing he says to me? “Man… it’s early. Who’s idea was this?”


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