Indiscribable

Indiscribable,uncontamable.You placed the stars in the sky, and you know them by name,You are amazing God.All powerful, unchangable,Awestruce we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim, You are amazing God,You are amazing God.

Movie Review

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Every so often you may see a movie review pop up on this blog. I promise to only do it with movies that I really enjoy and think that you may really enjoy...so I won't tell you guys to run out and rent (or buy) the newest American Pie movie...trust me I won't be watching it. So anyway, here's my first review....



The Family Stone


This is a great family film...well it's a film about a family. I discovered this movie in the early summer, but it's centered around Christmas. The eldest son of the Stone Family comes home for Christmas and brings his uptight overachieving girlfriend to meet his family. The family is an ecklitic mix of sisters and brothers and two loving parents. Basically the girlfriend doesn't fit in this laidback household and finds herself on the outs at every turn. It's fun and funning and I think that you would enjoy it.
I enjoy this move, not really for the main story, but for the underlying one...there's a story focused purely on the family and how each child deals with it is great and sad. Diane Keaton is FANTASTIC, Craig T. Nelson, Dermott Mulroney and Luke Wilson are great...Sarah Jessica Parker is so good, you might just think that she's really uptight. Watch for little things and just the way this family interacts and really loves each other and each others quirks. I give The Family Stone a round of applause.

Enjoy!!!

The Day After Christmas

Hey, so what did you guys do today, the day after christmas? Did you veg, shop or work...
Me I vegged on the computer and worked on my myspace page all day. And now I'm watching High School Musical...So have a good rest of your week. Peace Out!!!

HELP

Hey Everyone,

As most of you know I sing at my church...and this coming Sunday is our Christmas Celebration. We are all supposed to do Christmas Type songs, so far though I have yet to pick a song to sing. Over the past few years I have sung my favorite Holiday Tunes and because of that this year I'm at a complete loss. So that's where you come in...Let me know what you favorite holiday song is and I'll see which one I can use...I'll let you know next week what I sing. Thanks for the Help.

Hate and Love

I woke up this afternoon (literally...I slept until 1pm) and I had the song "I'm not ready to make nice" by the Dixie Chicks running through my head. There's a line in it that says..."It's a sad sad story, When a mother will teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger." It got me thinking about all the times I've seen "Christians" standing out in front of some event holding up signs and screaming hateful words at people walking by. Most of the time if you look closely you will also see their children standing next to them doing the exact same thing. Now, my question is this...Can we blame the children for their learned behavior or should they at some point, as they grow, realize that they are really ignorant and change themselves?

I've been lucky enough in my life to have a family and friends that are completely diverse and I've also been lucky to find those same kind of people throughout my journey in this life. I'm the person who has always tried to see things through other people's eyes, tried to walk in their shoes. But when I look at those people on television or hear stories of hatred I can't see past their actions. I run into a wall and just want to scream YOU ARE SO WRONG...GOD DID NOT DIE SO THAT YOU COULD HATE! But then I step back and see that doing that would make me as bad as them. I've never had to deal with Racism...and to tell you the truth I'm scared to death of dealing with it face to face. I've always joked about there not being any black people around...those jokes are always covering fear.

In truth I don't see myself as anything other then God's child and I see the people he's placed in my life the same way. I don't see black or white or Asian or purple, yellow or green. I see people...God's people and I know that in every one of us there is love...Fundamentally we are here to love...called to love, encouraged to love and made to love...so why do we hate? Why do we say things that we know will only cause damage and why do we try to justify it not only to ourselves but to the world?

One of my very best friends is married to a Marine who has been in Iraq, once he came back I saw a change in her. She began to use racial slurs pertaining to the people of that region. I don't understand why she would use them... I guess that fact the "those" people shot at her husband made her mad enough to write them all off. That's not fair, not everyone in that country were shooting...not everyone from that country was on those planes!

What are we showing our children and can we be surprised the day we hear some hate filled words fall from their lips? Not if WE are the ones teaching them. We've called ourselves Christians, Christ Followers, but I don't remember a time when Christ used hateful words. We should be ashamed of ourselves and we should also look inside ourselves and see what and how we really feel about the people in the world around us.


"Love thy neighbors as you would Love thyself."

The Sky

Have you ever looked at the sky?
I mean have you ever really looked at the sky and enjoyed the way the clouds move the day after it rains?
Have you ever noticed how the clear blue sky plays second chair to the pure white puffs of smoke.
It's like an intricate ballet of movements and shadows forming unbelievable shapes of priceless motion.
And then the sun shines through breaking the delicate whiteness with the sure power of it's radiance.
The rays fall across the sky like jewels sliding down a mountain.
Breathtaking is the only way to describe it.
Marvelously exquisite only captures half it's beauty.
It seems to me like God is putting on a show for the heavens and we happen to catch a glimpse if we look up and truly watch the sky.
Have you ever looked at the sky, i mean have you ever really looked?
It may be the only perfect thing on Earth.

A season of discovery

The seasons of discovery cover all space and time. You start to discover new things, places, sights and smells from the moment you are born. And continually throughout your youth you come upon discoveries that continue to shape you and your world. As we get older we start to lose sight of these discoveries and most of us don't realize the life lessons we learn daily until we sit back and take stock.
I've recently...well over this last year found myself in a season of discovery. I have started to discover things about myself and the people I have around me. I've noticed that during my life I have surrounded myself with people that I've put on pedal stools and looked at like they were stars in the sky. I've been completely and totally unhappy with myself. In truth, I don't think I've ever really loved myself. Not that I was ever told that I was ugly, but that's how I've felt...and not that I've ever been told I was unimportant, but that's how I felt. I've placed people around me that I loved me, but I've rejected the idea that they loved me. It surprises me, even today, that people call me. that they feel I am worthy of that time in their, oh so important day.
My journey has brought me to a realization, that I am worthy of being loved and being important to someone, especially myself. I used to wonder would anyone miss me if I died, would anyone care or even cry? The truth was I didn't know if I cared enough about myself to care if anyone else would. I look around at the people walking by or driving or even the people that I work with and think they have it so much better. That their experiences in this life are more valid than mine because they are more important. I have discovered that I need to love myself wholly before I can really experience and appreciate love from someone else. I'm totally lost in the craziness of life. And I've never let myself understand the gifts that I have. I've used my talents to get attention, that attention mocked me and trick me into thinking that I was important. My brain must have been wired wrong cause I could never tell when I was really being appreciated, not for my talent but just for being Melanie.
I can remember always wondering what other people thought of me, what they thought mattered more than what I felt about myself.
I've even questioned how much God loves me and if he ever even thought about me when there are so many more important people. I always thought my thinking about God was nuts, I've felt His presence...I've sincerely felt Him and He has comforted me...but still I felt unworthy of being called His child.

This year has opened my eyes to some of the ridiculous thinking and beliefs I've held my whole life. I've found myself sitting in the same body and brain with a different prospective. I can honestly say that I have people around me who love me, not because of what I do, or how I look or how I sound on Sunday morning, but just because I'm Melanie. I have people who want to talk to me on the phone just because they can. But the most important thing I know is that God is here and He loves me and calls me His. That's outstanding!
This season of discovery has brought me to a place of happiness and contentment. I'm excited about what the future holds for me and I'm looking forward to having a fantastic year. I'm not delusional, so I know that there will be days that those thoughts creep back in and when I'm feeling down I will fall back, but I also know that I'm proud to be me and me ain't so bad.

My Dreams

My Dreams


My dreams are filled with luscious skies of deep blues, purples and whites.
Cascading orchids shudder in the cold breeze between winter and spring
Dewy mist sweeps over the grass before my feet.
I feel the Earth well up under me bursting from the joy that hangs from the
Trees drops to the ground and bring me to me knees
There I lie in the beauty of this place with my arms
Stretched toward the sky, it precedes me and yet still follows
I chase the sun and the moon chases me
Awake, Awake ol my soul these dreams fill my mind,
My heart finds solace in my memories
Memories of life lived in my dreams.

My Hero

Memories of a life gone by
Strength, Passion, Commitment, Love.
His eyes alight with the simple pleasure of us,
His smile aglow at the sight of our faces
I never felt more loved then when he hugged me.
A giant of stature and presence he will always be that way to me;
Even when he fell I never grasped the concept of life without him.
To see him that way, I never thought to say goodbye, I only hoped
to see him again.
Peaceful, I don't know how, but I was peaceful and THANKFUL...
To know he was a hero to many, it makes me proud to call him...

GRANDPA (William "Bill" Benjamin Slayton, Jr.)

Lord of the Rings Marathon

Hallo Shire Folks,

Today Eden Grace and I had our second movie marathon day. The first one we had was last year and we watch the Harry Porter Movies, well today we watched all three Lord of the Rings movies and not just the theater versions either. We watched the extended versions of each movie. We've both seen all these movies several times, but thought that it would be great to just sit and watch them all back to back to back.
We started at 10 am with a brief breakfast and turned the first movie on at 10:30. We sat and ate popcorn, m&ms, pastries, chips and dip and we drank, water, soda and juice. My mom and brother watched the movies too, but they didn't sit with us.
Eden's favorite character in the films is Legolas and I really like Gandolf. Although Legolas is my favorite in the book and I'm partial to Elijah Wood out of character.
Our Marathon day went way into the night and we finished up at about 11pm. I didn't cry at the end of Return of the King like I usually do, but it was still good. We dropped Eden off and except for everyone involved having gas I think we had a great adventure in Middle Earth.

Thanks Mom and Dad for letting us take over the living room and and thank Randal for not eating all our food. Thanks to the Fenwicks for letting me steal their kid and thank you Eden for spending a great day with me.

Kids, oh my

Last week one of the kids I work with came running over to me sat down on my lap and said..."Miss Melanie, yesterday I was a fartin' machine!" Yeah apparently she had some killer gas the afternoon prior and she couldn't contain it. Aren't kids great.

Happy Thanksgiving

I just wanted to wish you everyone a HAPPY, HEALTHY AND SAFE THANKSGIVING. I hope you are spending this day with family and I hope you have things in your life you are truly thankful for. Don't forget to thank someone for being a great addition to your life.


Love ya

Next

If you know me, you know that I love to watch sports....Well most sports. I have a team in most every professional sporting league (except football), and I don't start watching the new season until my current season is over....For example. I can't watch basketball until NASCAR is done and I can't watch Baseball until Basketball is done and so on. Previously I showed you why I watch NASCAR. Well this past Sunday (11-19) was the last race of the NASCAR season, so now I must move on to my boys in Dallas. The Mavericks are my favorite NBA team. And I'm looking forward to a great season. Last year, we went to the finals and this year we're are taking the championship home. Now although we have started off kind of weak, I think we can make it up. I can't wait to actually sit and watch a full game.
The only thing is have to figure out is what I'm going to do in February when NASCAR starts again. Oh, that's gonna be tough.

My Cousin

My cousin is an amazing person who I love with all my heart. He’s beautifully flawed and wonderfully imperfect, yet my soul calls out to his on a regular basis.
I see him as I did when I was a little girl, but I know all too well that he is no longer the perfect cousin I remember. He is…himself a product of his environment, a childhood of inconsistency and lack of supervisor, where his only friends were the gang members that roamed the neighborhood and his only family hid lies in their truth. How would you blame a 14-year-old girl for getting pregnant when the only love she’s ever felt was in the moment that boy tried to get her in bed? So how can you blame a boy who was never told the truth of his life, when his family never accepted it?
His struggles are my struggles (to a degree), his choices are not my choices but my life has been peaches compared to his. His children symbolize hope and his tattoos symbolize his flaws. I know that if he could he would have chose something different and if he could he would have been able to say goodbye to those he loves, but at his best, right now he can only sit and await the next time he’ll come around.
I love my cousin and long to be near him, as any family member would. I see him as the boy who had everything, I wanted to love him and I did with all I had and still it wasn’t enough to hold him back from a life or disappointment and fear.
My cousin is beautiful inside and out but you may not notice it, his flaws are his own and he’ll own them all, but they all cannot be put on his back when some of the choices weren’t even his. I’ve learned from his life, and I’ve found that even when you have all from the outside inside you may still need. Yourself.

Work

Hey Everyone,

I just wanted to give you an update on my work situation. Things are really getting better. I had previously complained that I wasn't connecting with the kids and I thought it was just me and not the students. Well I was right! Over the last month, we have moved in 3 new people. My hours have changed, but I trust the people there now and I feel comfortable when I leave at 3:30 that the two adults in the room can actually handle anything the kids (or I) throw at them.
Now, I spend time with all the kids, morning and afternoon, where before I was just with the afternoon kids. I feel like my attitude has changed with the help of all my kids. Things are much better. I have to thank my direct co-workers for being so good too!
The above picture is of Charlie (my Assistant Supervisor) and Jadyn, I love this picture, it makes me happy, cause it's totally showing both their personalities. Thanks for the prayers.

Britney and Kevin

I'm sure you've all heard and probably don't care but the Federlines have called it quits. Actually Brit called it quits and Kevin is lost without her money.
I know divorce is bad, but I think its time for the old skinny, booty shakin, middriff showing Britney to come back and give us a new song so we can shake our bootays!
I just hope their divorce doesn't get dirty like Pauls.
Well until next time...

The reason I watch NASCAR...

Well, he's no longer the only reason, but he is a BIG PART of the reason that I enjoy watching and knowing everything about NASCAR. Ain't he somethin'!
Oh, by the way his name is KASEY KAHNE!

PEACE OUT

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Easter 2006

Every possible road I choose to walk leads me to you, but my dirty hands are unworthy to touch you, so although your arms are outstretched, I turn down another road and choose to fight against an awesome pain.
My brow sweats as the sky above me darkens, my heart weeps for something, someone to save me, then, there you are, arms open but my feet are too muddy to walk along your streets.
So I back away and begin to run trying to find a way to be worthy...hours, days, weeks, months I journey and in my weariness I find you. Your arms extended but my clothes are to worn to stand in your presence. Ashamed I hide myself until I find away to leave you again.
I sin, lie, cheat, curse, judge, envy, steal and throw stones of hate. I’ve killed and before I know, there you are…
On the cross; beaten, bloody, bruised and broken. I run to you then realize my hands are clean, but yours are dirty
My feet and path are clear, but yours are muddy
As I fall to the ground my tears fall like the blood from your wounds
I shield my eyes from you, because there’s no way I can look upon Your face.

“I did this for you”, he whispers in my ear as he lifts me into his arms
“I’ve never left you”, he says, as He wipes my eyes , sets me on my path and leads me home.
“And I never will…”

Butterfly

Excuse my sadness there is nothing to see
I am but a butterfly, my emotions like the colors of my wings
See them flutter as I rise above all the mire
Wishful and free
Fearless and strong
I look delicate but can cut like the sun thru the clouds
Fly away to rest on God’s finger, my flowers sway as I pass
Bow before my wings
Brilliant in light
I am completely uncaptured
I am completely majestic
My sadness I take from you, as I pass
My life is to bring goodness to life
I bury sadness in the colors of my wings.

Pirates Adventure

Hello Everyone,


I have to tell you all about the Pirate's Dinner Adventure in Buena Park. You should all go, it's a good time of music, food, adventure, drinks and pirates. You will like everything about it or my name's not Melanie!!!!
I went to the Pirate Adventure for the second time this past Saturday. I went with eight other people to celebrate Amber and Paul's Birthdays and we had a great time. So let me tell you about this place.
When the doors open you come into a "holding room", which leads into the "Tavern (or as the show calls it) the governor's ball room"....There you'll find three bars and several appetizer stations. You will also find two souvenir shops (one big and one small). The doors open about two hours before dinner starts and about an hour and a half before the "show" starts. There's a stage in the tavern and there you'll meet the Princess and the Pirates. and of course the pirates are there to seek revenge by kidnapping the princess and stealing the treasure. As "invited guests" to the ball, you are subject to being kidnapped with the princess. From the tavern, you follow your pirate (all pirates have a distinct color, you are given a colored pass when you check in at the ticket booth), which will be introduced after the princess is carried away, into the main dining room which has a large ship in the middle, once seated....Let the games begin.
The show is great (if you're not too drunk to pay attention) you follow the pirates on board as they sing songs, play games and do battle against one another and you eat....You eat some darn good food. The servers are great and everything is super entertaining, you can cheer for your pirate, boo the others, sing along and clap. And when you leave, you can go back into the tavern drink coffee, eat more dessert and dance....dance, yes Kristi you can dance. All in all it's a rockin good time and I think everyone should go enjoy it. It is very cheesy, but we all need a good dose of cheese every now and then.
So....I give the Pirates Dinner Adventure in Buena Park to thumbs up and I hope to see you there soon.


Peace Out
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frustration

Have you ever had to deal with people that you really don't like, I'm sure you have, and no matter how hard you try to give them the benefit of the doubt or how much you try to like them you just find yourself disliking them more. I'm having that issue right now. There's a person God has put in my life for his own reasons and no matter how much room I give them to become a productive relationship in my life they instead hang themselves.
I'm very frustrated by it all, but I have to trust that God is going to work it all out. I am however very close to losing my calm and just telling the person how I truly feel. It would be really bad for those around us if I did that, but so is the tension being created by me not saying anything. I'm in a lose lose situation and I don't think that any of it is worth it, but I've been given a great opportunity and don't want to ruin it.
God help me.

Friend of friends

At my worlds end I see you standing to save me
from the fire that is consuming my life,
and your face is alight with joy and promise.
Arms extended and hands open you present
the sense of calm urgency and smile as I begin to
understand your purpose here.
My friend of all friends you are here to walk me
through the scariest of all my fears,
to face them with me so I won't have to be alone.
You are my gift from heaven.
I marvel at the simplest of your ways,
the greatest of your manner and the love of your heart.
You are a blessing in my life and forever I will praise God
for sending you to me to share my life.
I call you friend, love and light.
For you are my light in dark times.

Supervisor

As of Thursday, October 18, 2006, I am officially the Supervisor of San Marino Recreation Department's Kinder Care program.
I'm very excited but also sad because it means that I am no longer working with one of my best friends. She's moving on to something better and hopefully things at work will continue to improve. Where I am, so wish me luck.


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Fantasy Love

My eyes wash over him and as our eyes meet I melt in his gaze.
His voice sends a chill down my spine
And his touch weakens my knees and stops my heart.

I am his if he wants me, as I want him,
To love him and be held in his arms as I listen to his heart beat
Singing a love song
A dream,
Yet my eyes are open
A fantasy,
But not a fleeting moment
Life, his and mine together as one
Our love story…forever

My eyes turn away as my smile broadens
A fantasy it was, a moment… Forever.

Spelling and grammar

To be honest...I can't spell, I will try my best to use spell check, but some thing will slip through the cracks...I realized that I should tell you all this before I get really deep into the writings (and after I watched my mom knit-pick through my poem. So forgive me for any errors, I'll do my best to keep them to a minimum.

KinderCare

Most of you know that I work with kids, to be more specific, I work with kindergarteners in the City of San Marino. I love working with children, but to be totally honest, although aspects of my job have improved (communication with the bosses) I find myself struggling with other problems. It is now the middle of the fifth week of this school year and I have yet to bond with my students. There are two...only two out of 35 that I feel a strong connection to. Last year, I bonded with the kids instantly and my affection for those children carries on today. When I see my old kids, now first graders, I long for the days last year when we got up and danced around the room or just sat and played bop-it. This group I have now just doesn't want to do that kind of stuff, in fact, if you suggest those things you'll get looked at funny.
Now I'm not saying that last years kids were better, actually, I think that I have changed not them. I know they're different kids but becuase last year came so easy I think that I just stopped trying this year. I haven't really put out all that much effort. It was hard walking into my room and welcoming in new kids...then watching my old ones go into a new room with different caregivers.
I'm not trying to feel sorry for myself, I'm just confused at why this year isn't coming as easy to me. Things have changed and therefore my views and feelings have changed, but I'm still me.
My biggest concern is the kids. I want to give my best to them, I want to present a funfilled environment for them, a place where they will want to come and a place they will remember, but I'm struggling and I know it reflects on this place and that's not fair.
So I guess I'm asking for prayer, please just pray that God will give me the patience, strength and love that I need to extend to the children he has placed in my care. He doesn't give us more than we can bear right? I just found out this week that we will be going through some BIG changes with staff. So pray that I stay sane as my stress rises and my duties begin to encompass more stuff.
Don't worry I'll keep you posted.


See Ya

Silence

IN A WORLD FULL OF THUNDER I WANT SILENCE
I CRAVE IT AND SEEK IT OUT AND ALTHOUGH AT TIMES
I CANNOT FIND IT I STILL SEARCH.

IN A WORLD FULL OF ANGER I FIND NOTHING
MY WORLD SPINS OUT OF CONTROL AND BITTERNESS
CONSUMES MY EVERY ESSENCE.

IN A WORLD OF EXISTENCE I DON’T NOT EXIST
I HIDE MY FACE AWAY AND DO NOT SHOW MY SOUL
MY TRUTH CANNOT BE FOUND

RELUCTANTLY I’VE CONVINCED MYSELF THAT I AM OKAY
BUT LITTLE BY LITTLE I’VE COME TO LEARN THE TRUTH
MY LIFE IS WHAT I MAKE OF IT

IN A WORLD OF LAUGHTER I AM IN THE CORONER
I GLARE BACK AT THEM LIKE THE SHEEP THEY ARE
ALTHOUGH THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND ME

IN A WORLD OF HAPPINESS I CRY EVERYDAY
MY BROKEN HEART WILL NEVER BE HAPPY
I’M NAKED BEFORE YOU AND YOU’VE NEVER BEEN THERE

IN A WORLD FULL OF LOVE I AM ALONE
FEARS, FEELINGS, AND LONEILESS ARE HERE
I FEAR THAT MY FEELINGS OF LONELINESS WILL NEVER ALLOW ME TO FIND IT.

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, AND MY PRAYERS ARE NOT BEING ANSWERED
I’VE TRIED NOT TO GIVE UP ON MYSELF
BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M TO DO TO STOP THE FEARS FROM CREEPING INTO MY HEART EVERYDAY.

I wrote the following commentary in February half way through my eight month journey without a car. I hope you understand what I mean.



I’ve recently found myself traveling on the bus to and from work. The bus is a very interesting place filled with very interesting people going about their lives in various different directions all meeting on the bus or at the bus stop. If you get on the bus once (just because your car may be in the shop or for any reason at all) you might catch a glimpse of us, but you won’t fully appreciate our circumstances or our fraternity. Once you start a routine catching the same bus at the same stop at the same time day after day week after week you find that the faces on the bus are the same…they’re just people trying to get to work or appointments or the market. People just trying to live their lives in a city that demands you have a car and spits at you if you even think of walking anywhere.
You’ll see young and old, newbies and oldies, mothers and children and men whose wives pack their lunches before sending them off to labor. Some will smile and talk to you and others, like me, just observe their surroundings trying to figure out the stories behind the faces. Like why a woman would travel from Alhambra to Seal Beach on the bus each day…or why that mother is struggling to carry two toddlers and three bags of groceries. Because they have no choice! Most of the people I see on the bus come from a different country and more then not being about to afford a car, they just cannot understand the language or are just used to the simple ness of not having to fight traffic. Anyway you look at them you can see that this is a unique crowd of people.
And don’t forget about the drivers, they are as diverse as the commuters. Their stories, I assume, are as vivid and colorful as the little Asian woman who runs to meet the bus and only stays on for two stops. The earlier the time the less you see. Because really how many teens do you see on a bus at 6 in the morning? It’s mostly just us, those of us stranded in this city without a car and without the money to fix our old ones or purchase a new one.
The evening commute brings a different kind of bus rider, the tired and hungry or the loud and angry, whatever way you look at it. The evening is the time to find conflict and the ultimate despair. From couples fighting to women who just need to rest their feet it’s more of a chore to ride the bus after the workday ends. You’ve seen the start of your week and can only long for the day you can sleep in and maybe get a ride from a friend or family member. But before you can think it’s Monday again and back to the bus, back to the early evening of sad dullness that leads to a sad night of sleep.
Think back and remember the days of the school bus. That wasn’t so bad, packed with people you knew, whether you hated them or not, you knew who they were and you talked…you talked so loud that at times the driver would have to yell to get you and your fellow students to quiet down. The bumps in the road would be celebrated with cheers and an unexpected drop would signal a gasp of applause. Those were the days when you looked forward to your destination, the days when it was all simple enough to be a field trip to the zoo or the museum, not just another day at work. Sometimes I sit on my bus and watch the teens board remembering my delightful ignorance and my past friends longing for a friend to chat with on my 45-minute journey. Too bad talking to our imaginary friends in public isn’t deemed very sane. Isn’t that what we all need though? A friend to talk to and chat with, not at 6:25 am when you might say the darndest thing and not be able to stop yourself from sticking both feet in your mouth. So we politely choose to read or talk, look out our windows or casually look around at our fellow passengers, we count cars and watch the signs go by, but ultimately we are just riding on to our destinations quietly moving through life wishing our days didn’t have to start so early and end so late.

Thank You Aldersons

This is a big THANK YOU to the ENTIRE Alderson Family for making me feel at ease and welcome at their party this past weekend. I'm always fearful of going places with "new" people (even though you aren't really new) especially when I'm tagging along with someone else. But I felt like I was part of the family there. Thanks for the wonderful hospitality, I appreciate it more than you know.


P.S. Grandma Rocks!!!!!

My First Blog

Hello Everyone, I have decided to create myself a blog so that I can write down my thoughts and share them with the world. I tend to have crazy commentaries on life and love, but I'm willing to share this crazy talk with those around me...So that you'll really know how crazy I am. So leave me you comments and let me know if I really am that crazy.
Peace and love to all.