Ecclesiastes 5:2:

"Let thy words be few."

--I will come back to this in an entry soon, currently, I am working on letting my words be few...

Take care.

Worth Posting...

...and please understand, I post this with no 'campaigning' intentions.  I just think its really cool:

"If you elect me president, you're not going to see legalized marijuana. I'm going to fight it tooth and nail."

-Mitt Romney

Me

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

Love

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
― Bob Marley


 “You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.”
― Bob Marley

Indifference

“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”

-- Elie Wiesel

Bring the Rain...

So, you will notice, in the right side bar of my blog, this button:

 <a border="0" href="http://angiesmithonline.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://angiesmithonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/angie-button1.png" /></a> <br><br>

It leads to the blog of Angie Smith, and her faith and love of God is uplifting and truly inspiring.  Her story is heart-wrenching, and life changing.  Without knowing it, she has helped me in so many ways.  Her blog reached me in some of the hardest times in my life.  Visit Angie Smith at Bring the Rain.  I suspect you will be so glad you did.  Take care.

p.s... apparently the button didn't turn out in this entry, but over in the right sidebar it did. :) See you there.

I am disappointed.... [and probably can't spell]

You know, this blog was a place I go to say what is on my mind, even if no one is listening.  Even if its not always something good.  Even when I struggle with telling the people whom my frustrations are about.

You see, I am a serious writer.

I invite people two write with me because I want to share with them something I love.

Taking that into consideration, I know that writing is far more important to me than it is to them.  It is evident.  I know that getting into it.  I understand.

But, if they can't/are not able to get into it --- don't pretend you are for the sake of me.  The same goes for if you are too busy.

I get that.

What I don't get, is pretending to like it for my sake.  What i don't get, is your telling me you want to write, and you enjoy it --- and then; never doing it, or finding some reason to go offline soon as I come online.

Just tell me.

Don't drag me along.  Don't pretend you like it just for the sake of not hurting me.

I can tell.  I understand, you not wanting to hurt me.  But it hurts more that you pretend.

The story is always more wonderful by the input of others. 

This is something, I am absolutely passionate about.  And its ok if you aren't.  But don't drag me down by pretending you are.  Because I sit here day and night - waiting for you.  Holding back a story.  Wanting to just write.  I do admit I am dissapointed that no one shares that passion with me. 

“If you wake up every morning and the first thing you think about doing is singing, then you’re supposed to be a singer, girl.” -- Sister Act II

Thats how I feel about writing guys.  I want to share it with you, but please, don't pretend you like to do it just for the sake of me.  Thank you.

His Birthday...

...the first one we were apart, I actually got to see him.  The few after that, I worked up the courage to call.  The next two or tree after that, I only was able to bring myself to send a text message.  Last year, an E. Card to an account I don't think he ever checks.  Eventually, the E.Card came back to me, unread. This year, I will post it here.

I have never forgotten his birthday.  Ever.  Even if he probably thinks I have by now.  It is a day burned into my memory.  Probably tonight, he will be out celebrating somewhere.  Part of me wants to say -- without me.  Part of me misses being included in that.

But it is his birthday.  Happy Birthday Ivan.  Maybe one day you will see this. Maybe you will not.  But I never forget.