Life and Death...

Wake up, get ready.
Put my scrubs on, put my hair up.
Head off to work.
Clock in.
Head off to get Virginia for breakfast.
I wonder what she's thinking.
They all eat slowly and talk about better days.
They have so much experience, sometimes I envy it.
Some good, some bad, experience none-the-less.
Life was simple back then, life is simple now.
Helping hands at your command.
But there is so much sorrow in her eyes.
I take her back to her room, look at pictures of her youth.
Blonde turned gray, but still beautiful curly locks around a wrinkled face.
As I put her down for her nap,
I ask if she's scared. 
"If I've lived my life right, I will be smiling while everyone else is crying."
she says with a smile on her face.
It brings tears to my eyes.....

SQUIRREL!!!!

He is a good and smart master, and he made me this collar so that I may talk.

SQUIRREL!!

My Master is good and smart.

This picture is just the cutest in the world!! Thought I'd share..

Fears...

I fear people.
But, I can't afford to fear.
Fearing is pointless.
What fear isn't irrational?
We are all going to die at some point anyways right?
Therefore, every fear is quite irrational, 'cause in a matter of years, nothing will matter anyways.
Especially if you're fearing the end of the world this December! Stop your worrying, and start living your life.
However, what if your fear is of dying? or life after death?
Well, then I guess you're screwed.
I don't fear death.  I don't know what will happen after this, but I feel like anything besides hell would be better.
So right now, my fears are small..
Spiders,
Kidnapper Vans,
Public Speaking,
Sharks,
Public Bathrooms,
...my own bathroom.
(I mean, you can't tell me you don't check to make sure there is no one behind the shower curtain)

Basketball...

When I think of basketball, I think of gay men.
Not that I don't enjoy watching the sport itself...
It's just...the butt slapping that goes on, really gets to me. 
To me there just seems to be some sort of inuendo in the words "Pick and roll" or "Give and Go".
I mean who is the one who rolls and what is he picking? 
And really...boys just because your coach calls it "boxing out" doesn't make any different than "dropping it like it's hot."

I'm thinking...

I'm thinking about....Well....I'm thinking that boys....think TOO MUCH.  That's right.  Too much.  Somewhere down the road I guess it became cool for boys to be cool and act stupid.  But any girl who's had a boy like them knows...they never stop thinking...it's all a charade!  All they do is think.  They think about where I am, what I'm doing, how I'm doing and where I'm going.  And they do it in the dumbest ways.  "Hey...so what's going on?"  Translation: "Um, I've been playing video games and thinking about you for quite a while and just want to make sure your not making out with Tanner or Joshua or Steven."  I dont' know who ever came up with the idea that boys don't think about girls constantly and that girls are the ones that always beat around the bush and don't say what they really mean.  But whoever thought of that was probably a dude, because it's totally not true.    My response: " I'm not doing anything, just sitting here watching tv."  His thoughts: "Well maybe when she says she isn't doing anything what she really means is she is making out with Sam...while watching tv." 

Guys...please start acting like the confident people you pretend to be with your sticks up your butts.  Stop listening to MTV and start listening to your dad's.  I don't want to date anyone on a music video! 
We wanna date who you REALLY are.

Cause to be honest...we think about you the same way.

The American Way

I've heard most of my life about the American way of life and the American Dream.  But what does that even mean anymore?  I know once it used to mean that if we worked hard enough, we could do or be anyone we wanted to be.  I have been taught that the American way of life is to be honest and hard working all through your life, supporting your family.  But as I look at the world around me, I don't recognize the America I was taught.  It's like everyone wants everything for nothing.  It's no longer the American Dream, but the American Expectation.  An expectation without any prerequisite. I find it hard to believe that that type of America is what is giong to help us improve who we are.  I feel like everyone in the news or politics is always blaming someone else for their problems.  I wish sometimes that someone would just come out and say that it was their fault, that they are to blame.  Or someone who receives help from the government to actually pay it back.  I hope that I can teach my children of the America that used to be and hope that they somehow contribute to the change from the American Expectation back to the American Dream.

Love Is...

The one thing I know about love is that it is always changing.  When I was three and I had my first crush on "Timmy" or "Johnny" love was something much different than it is now.  It definitely was much easier and simpler back then.  Maybe it was more pure.  I look at my parents love and its not really all that complicated to me.  They know each other, they support each other, and they are there for each other.  There is no need for them to get jealous or upset.  They know that the love they have will grow each day beccause they are unconditionally faithful to each other. 

Sometimes I wonder if I even know what love is.  And I doubt many do until they really find the one that they are willing to share their sorrows and joys together.  Are you willing to take part in someone else's failure, or give someone the same credit for your success?  Right now, I know I'm not.  But as I grow and as I find out truly what I want and who I am, I'm sure I'll be in a position to truly love someone.  But right now, it's more of a dream...something I can't really get my arms around.  But that will change one day as my experiences shape me and mold me into someone capable of loving and worthy of being...loved.