I survived The Bush Administration. Barely.
This administration may be less than perfect, but at least they do not make me embarrassed to say they “represent me”.
At least they do not make me fearful for my life or my future.
At least they are taking steps forward.
I may have barely survived The Bush Administration, but thanks to The Obama Administration I am hopeful I will someday thrive.
What if you
Could wish me away
What if you
Spoke those words today
I wonder if you’d miss me
When I’m gone
It’s come to this, release me
I’ll leave before the dawn
But for tonight
I’ll stay here with you
Yes, for tonight
I’ll lay here with you
But when the sun
Hits your eyes
Through your window
There’ll be nothing you can do
What if you
Could hear this song
What if I
Felt like I belong
I might not be leaving
Oh so soon
Began the night believing
I loved you in the moonlight
So, for tonight
I’ll stay here with you
Yes, for tonight
I’ll lay here with you
But when the sun
Hits your eyes
Through your window
There’ll be nothing you can do
I could’ve treated you better
Better than this
Well, I’m gone, this song’s your letter
Can’t stay in one place
So, for tonight
I’ll stay here with you
Yes, for tonight
I’ll lay here with you
But when the sun
Hits your eyes
Through your window
There’ll be nothing you can do
i wish…
i wish that…
i wish that i could say it…
i wish that i could say it all out loud…
but i can’t.
and i don’t know if i can say it to you either.
so i will just keep it to myself.
hopefully it doesn’t eat my alive.
So here is a comparison of two pictures from this year.. the first from April and the second from last night. Check how much I have thinned out!! 
Who?
What?
When?
Where?
Why?
How?
These six words…
These six words have turned in to about a million questions and a billion more thoughts.
These six words might change my world.
These six words might change yours.
These six words might change everything.
One thing is for sure…
These six words have become an obsession for me.
9.11.10.On September 11, 2001, the United States of America was attacked. Nearly 3000 innocent people were killed, and as a result, the nation was in shambles.
The entire country was in a state of paranoia, any man wearing a turban was seen as a terrorist, mosques were seen as a breeding ground for the next generation of Al Qaeda, and an entire culture was seen as “the enemy.”
The saddest part about 9/11 was that not only did the terrorists succeed in taking human life, but they also succeeded in shaking us to our very core so we forgot what this nation stands for. Human rights were completely discarded, a country (Iraq) was attacked on no real basis and suddenly prejudice against Muslims and people of Middle Eastern descent was okay.
Nine years later things have gotten better, but events like burning the Quran and protesting a Mosque are reminders of how much 9/11 has changed the mindset of the American people. Islamic extremism fueled the attacks in 2001, but the post 9/11 rise of Christian extremism and American Fascism are no way to stand up to those who did us wrong.
We must exercise love, tolerance and understanding if we’re ever going to move forward. You can’t fight intolerance with more intolerance, we must love one another and show respect despite our differences.
Did you know that you are ruining me? You are. You are ruining me and every girl like me who is vulnerable and just wants to feel beautiful and special and important. And the frustrating thing is that you don’t even seem to realize it.
You put on the charm, smile, and say all the right words. You tell us how beautiful we are, how smart we are, how perfect everything about us it. You let the tension and the chemistry grow. You let our attraction grow.
But we know that we can’t have you. You know that we can’t have you. Yet you keep letting chemistry and tension grow. You leave it all up to us. You make us the bad guys by leaving it in our hands to make sure things don’t go too far. You leave us to feel shitty by leaving us to wrestle with how to tell you “This has to stop…” before it goes to far and we start feeling shitty because we are then the other woman.
It sucks. It sucks because honestly, sometimes there is part of us that just wants to kiss you. Sometimes there is a part of us that just wants to not care… that just wants to be irresponsible and think with our bodies and not our mind, heart, and conscience.
But we know better. We know better than to ruin you and your relationship and we know better than to ruin all that is good within us.
How, you may ask, does this all ruin us? Because it makes us insecure. It makes us unable to trust any man. How so? Because after so long, it starts to seem like all men will choose somebody else over us. It makes us feel like we will never be the only one. And that just sucks.
So please, for once, just take responsibility and realize that YOU are the one in the relationship. Realize that YOU are the one who made the commitment to be exclusive with somebody. Realize that exclusive means you AREN’T involved with anyone else. And realize that YOU should be the one stopping things before they even get to the point where we should start to feel bad about it all. Because you can’t have your cake and eat it too, and it isn’t fair of you to ruin us for ourselves or any of the faithful men out there who are truly looking for that ONE SPECIAL WOMAN.
Sincerely,
Frustrated Single Women
15.
My baby sister just turned 15. And I thought that was hard enough. But tomorrow my baby sister starts high school.
I thought it was tough when my baby sister started liking boys. I was terrified then. But now here she is, 15 years old, “in love” with her boyfriend, and starting high school. She wears makeup and dresses like an adult. She is no longer a girl, but a beautiful young woman.
I remember how hard high school was for me. I disliked so much about myself. I had no idea who I was or who I wanted to be. I didn’t have quality friends. I didn’t feel like I fit in. But my sister, she is not me. She is beautiful and has a great group of friends. Sure, there are the bad apples, but overall, I couldn’t wish for better people in her life. She has a great sense of self and a good head on her shoulders. She is smart and beautiful and talented and amazing. She is amazing beyond words.
My baby sister starts high school tomorrow, and it scares me to death. Not because I think it will go poorly for her. It scares me because she is growing up too quickly, and I am afraid that too soon she will be graduating high school and college, getting married, and being successful. And I am afraid that soon, instead of her trying to be like her big sister (as it should be), it will be me trying to become more like her.
