Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Happy Chocolate Zombie Jesus Day
Today is Easter Sunday. I'm spending the day with my boyfriend Chad Lee Ford and his family/friends. It's been a while since I've updated my blog but I have a lot to say. On March 7th, 2010 I found the love I've always wanted.
Chad is 35 years old and confined to a wheelchair which is so sad but you know what? He's still perfect. For me anyway. He makes me laugh, smile, treats me like a princess, and thinks I'm beautiful no matter what. I know we haven't even been together a month but he already means the world to me.
Some other new people in my life are Ben, Tara, Justin, Kaci, and Apollo. Ben is Chad's best friend. He's a great guy and so much fun to be around. Tara is Chad's P.A. and also a good friend. She's crazy but still you have to love her. Justin is Tara's fiance. He is such a sports nut but still fun to be around. Kaci is an old friend of Chad's. She is loud and so sexual but kind and warm at the same time. And then theres Apollo. Apollo is Ben's huge ass dog. I'm so not kidding. He's not just a dog, he's a fucking mini horse.
I just wanted to let you all know I'm still alive and finally getting my life in order. I'm working on getting my G.E.D. and a good job. I'm smiling more and seeing the world. I'm losing my fears and happy. It's good.
Have a wonderful Easter everyone. Or should I say have a Happy Chocolate Zombie Jesus Day. I love you all! xoxo
Chad is 35 years old and confined to a wheelchair which is so sad but you know what? He's still perfect. For me anyway. He makes me laugh, smile, treats me like a princess, and thinks I'm beautiful no matter what. I know we haven't even been together a month but he already means the world to me.
Some other new people in my life are Ben, Tara, Justin, Kaci, and Apollo. Ben is Chad's best friend. He's a great guy and so much fun to be around. Tara is Chad's P.A. and also a good friend. She's crazy but still you have to love her. Justin is Tara's fiance. He is such a sports nut but still fun to be around. Kaci is an old friend of Chad's. She is loud and so sexual but kind and warm at the same time. And then theres Apollo. Apollo is Ben's huge ass dog. I'm so not kidding. He's not just a dog, he's a fucking mini horse.
I just wanted to let you all know I'm still alive and finally getting my life in order. I'm working on getting my G.E.D. and a good job. I'm smiling more and seeing the world. I'm losing my fears and happy. It's good.
Have a wonderful Easter everyone. Or should I say have a Happy Chocolate Zombie Jesus Day. I love you all! xoxo
Monday, February 1, 2010
Depression
Depression is a very powerful emotion. For some, it's more powerful than love, hate, and even fear. For me, it is the worst emotion and the most overwhelming. Depression doesn't need a trigger. You don't need someone to make you feel depressed like you need someone to feel love.
Depression occurs in about 9.5% of the adult American population. Depression starts at a very early age. About 4% of pre-schoolers are clinically depressed. 41% of women are to embarrassed to see help and 80% of people currently depressed are not getting any kind of help. 15% of depressed people will commit suicide. These numbers are on the rise.
Many people assume popping prescription pills will help, if not solve, the depression "problem". Actually most prescription pills are only effective in approximately 40% of cases. And that figure is on the decline. And drugs like Prozac, Zoloft, and Paxil have recently been shown to cause increased risk of suicide, violence, psychosis, abnormal bleeding, and brain tumors. I think I'd rather be depressed.
Chronic or life-long depression is caused by trauma in childhood which includes: emotional, physical or sexual abuse; yelling or threats of abuse; neglect (even two parents working); criticism; inappropriate or unclear expectations; maternal separation; conflict in the family; divorce; family addiction; violence in the family, neighborhood or TV; racism and poverty. So pretty much living in today's society is going to fuck you up majorly.
The best thing you can do is see a therapist and maybe take an antidepressant. But never think you're alone. There are many of us, all over. And if you're thinking about committing suicide, please get help. Don't wait, you're not alone.
Please call: 1-800-784-2433, 1-800-273-8255, or 1-800-442-4673 for English support. 1-800-784-2432 for Spanish support. 1-877-968-8454 for teen to teen peer counseling. 1-800-773-6667 for postpartum depression help.
There is help out there.
Depression occurs in about 9.5% of the adult American population. Depression starts at a very early age. About 4% of pre-schoolers are clinically depressed. 41% of women are to embarrassed to see help and 80% of people currently depressed are not getting any kind of help. 15% of depressed people will commit suicide. These numbers are on the rise.
Many people assume popping prescription pills will help, if not solve, the depression "problem". Actually most prescription pills are only effective in approximately 40% of cases. And that figure is on the decline. And drugs like Prozac, Zoloft, and Paxil have recently been shown to cause increased risk of suicide, violence, psychosis, abnormal bleeding, and brain tumors. I think I'd rather be depressed.
Chronic or life-long depression is caused by trauma in childhood which includes: emotional, physical or sexual abuse; yelling or threats of abuse; neglect (even two parents working); criticism; inappropriate or unclear expectations; maternal separation; conflict in the family; divorce; family addiction; violence in the family, neighborhood or TV; racism and poverty. So pretty much living in today's society is going to fuck you up majorly.
The best thing you can do is see a therapist and maybe take an antidepressant. But never think you're alone. There are many of us, all over. And if you're thinking about committing suicide, please get help. Don't wait, you're not alone.
Please call: 1-800-784-2433, 1-800-273-8255, or 1-800-442-4673 for English support. 1-800-784-2432 for Spanish support. 1-877-968-8454 for teen to teen peer counseling. 1-800-773-6667 for postpartum depression help.
There is help out there.
“...Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling...People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.”
Thursday, January 21, 2010
A Community Responds
From: The Journal Standard (Your Northwest Illinois News Source Since 1847)
January 21, 2010
Freeport - Margie Glynn's heart was in Haiti long before disaster sturck.
The country has been a second home to the Glynn family since 1983, when Margie and her husband, Jim, started doing mission work in the Caribbean nation.
So when Haiti was hit by a powerful earthquake last week, Glynn knew there was work to be done.
"My first reaction was just sadness and concern for a nation that already lived in devastation," she recalled. "Then I had a desire to help however I could."
The Freeport resident has turned this desire into an ambitious campaign to raise awareness and offer assistance to the nation of Haiti.
Working with State Bank of Freeport, the Glynns have started an account dedicated solely to relief efforts in Haiti. Every dollar raised through the program, called "Haiti Relief," will be put toward humanitarian aid and assist efforts to provide food and shelter to Haitian citizens. Residents can contribute to the fund by stopping by the bank, located on 1718 S. Dirck Drive.
Margie Glynn is also planning to start a program in schools called Dimes for Disaster. The program is still in its beginning stages, but the plan will be proposed to every school in district 145, Glynn said.
The effort to include schools hits particularly close to home for the Glynns. Three of the Glynn family's six children were adopted from Haiti.
While Margie Glynn is orchestrating a response from Freeport, her husband is in Haiti. Jim Glynn arrived in Haiti on Jan. 14 and is serving as a chaplain and translator for the Christian Broadcasting Network.
The couple is communicating through e-mail and text messages, but they have not been able to talk on the phone. Margie Glynn last communicated with her husband Wednesday morning, moments after Haiti was hit by a powerful aftershock.
"There was a lot of chaos and screaming , but his building was not damaged," Margie Glynn said.
Coming Together
Margie Glynn's recent work represents just one of many relief efforts unfolding in the Freeport area, where numerous organizations are launching plans to assist citizens in Haiti.
One massive undertaking is occurring at Highland Community College. Highland's Servant-Leaders program is raising enough money to feed more than 17,000 people in Haiti. All 170 members of the Servant-Leaders group have pledged to raise $25 for the project.
The group will receive help when international group Kids Around The World arrives at Highland Community College Saturday. The group will bring enough supplies to package 10,000 meals for residents in Haiti.
"It was mobilized very quickly for our area," said Kim Pool, director of Servant-Leadership. "Within a day of the earthquake, we had made plans for a local relief effort."
Two local churches will also join the relief work in Freeport.
Mt. Carmel Missionary Baptist Church, located at 602 S. Chicago Ave., will be accepting checks from noon until 6 p.m. on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and from 9 a..m. to 2 p.m. on Sundays. The money will be sent directly to Jephthe Ministries in Haiti.
Immanuel Lutheran Church will serve as a collection site for items including canned food (with pop tops), bedding and toiletries. Pastor Ros Schultz said all items will be flown to Haiti.
All donations should be brought to Immanuel Lutheran's south parking lot between the hours of 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Friday and from noon until 5 p.m. Saturday and Sunday. The first round of collections will come to a close Jan. 31.
Interested residents can also donate to the American Red Cross by logging on to the local chapter's Web site at www.nwilredcross.org.
I hope everyone does their part to help those suffering. I know I have.
January 21, 2010
Freeport - Margie Glynn's heart was in Haiti long before disaster sturck.
The country has been a second home to the Glynn family since 1983, when Margie and her husband, Jim, started doing mission work in the Caribbean nation.
So when Haiti was hit by a powerful earthquake last week, Glynn knew there was work to be done.
"My first reaction was just sadness and concern for a nation that already lived in devastation," she recalled. "Then I had a desire to help however I could."
The Freeport resident has turned this desire into an ambitious campaign to raise awareness and offer assistance to the nation of Haiti.
Working with State Bank of Freeport, the Glynns have started an account dedicated solely to relief efforts in Haiti. Every dollar raised through the program, called "Haiti Relief," will be put toward humanitarian aid and assist efforts to provide food and shelter to Haitian citizens. Residents can contribute to the fund by stopping by the bank, located on 1718 S. Dirck Drive.
Margie Glynn is also planning to start a program in schools called Dimes for Disaster. The program is still in its beginning stages, but the plan will be proposed to every school in district 145, Glynn said.
The effort to include schools hits particularly close to home for the Glynns. Three of the Glynn family's six children were adopted from Haiti.
While Margie Glynn is orchestrating a response from Freeport, her husband is in Haiti. Jim Glynn arrived in Haiti on Jan. 14 and is serving as a chaplain and translator for the Christian Broadcasting Network.
The couple is communicating through e-mail and text messages, but they have not been able to talk on the phone. Margie Glynn last communicated with her husband Wednesday morning, moments after Haiti was hit by a powerful aftershock.
"There was a lot of chaos and screaming , but his building was not damaged," Margie Glynn said.
Coming Together
Margie Glynn's recent work represents just one of many relief efforts unfolding in the Freeport area, where numerous organizations are launching plans to assist citizens in Haiti.
One massive undertaking is occurring at Highland Community College. Highland's Servant-Leaders program is raising enough money to feed more than 17,000 people in Haiti. All 170 members of the Servant-Leaders group have pledged to raise $25 for the project.
The group will receive help when international group Kids Around The World arrives at Highland Community College Saturday. The group will bring enough supplies to package 10,000 meals for residents in Haiti.
"It was mobilized very quickly for our area," said Kim Pool, director of Servant-Leadership. "Within a day of the earthquake, we had made plans for a local relief effort."
Two local churches will also join the relief work in Freeport.
Mt. Carmel Missionary Baptist Church, located at 602 S. Chicago Ave., will be accepting checks from noon until 6 p.m. on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and from 9 a..m. to 2 p.m. on Sundays. The money will be sent directly to Jephthe Ministries in Haiti.
Immanuel Lutheran Church will serve as a collection site for items including canned food (with pop tops), bedding and toiletries. Pastor Ros Schultz said all items will be flown to Haiti.
All donations should be brought to Immanuel Lutheran's south parking lot between the hours of 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Friday and from noon until 5 p.m. Saturday and Sunday. The first round of collections will come to a close Jan. 31.
Interested residents can also donate to the American Red Cross by logging on to the local chapter's Web site at www.nwilredcross.org.
I hope everyone does their part to help those suffering. I know I have.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Earning His Wings
A beautiful young man stood alone in the middle of a wheat field; a light breeze causing the wheat to brush gently against his white pant leg. His bare chest gleamed in the sun. A soft smile played across his face, brightening his pale blue eyes. The young man’s hair tussled in the wind, making it look messy.
“God?” the young man asked. “Can you hear me? Am I dead?”
A melodic voice answered from the clouds, “It is I, my child. I can hear you now just as clear as I’ve always been able to. I’m sorry for your life being cut short.”
The young man’s voice was thin as he asked, “Where am I? This surly cannot be hell. Nor do I believe this is heaven.”
“No, you’re not in hell nor have you reached the gates of heaven yet. This, this is limbo I suppose. A place to prove that you deserve to join me in heaven or spend eternity in hell. Now Lucas, tell me why you deserve to join me in heaven,” God said, looking down at Lucas from the clouds.
“But God,” Lucas murmured. “I don’t deserve to go to heaven.”
“Why do you believe you don’t deserve to go to heaven my child?” God asked Lucas, curious to hear his answer.
“I’ve done terrible things in my life. I’ve lied and cheated. I’ve stolen. I’ve been selfish and self-indulgent. I grew up in prison for a reason,” Lucas told God honestly.
“Have you truly seen only the bad you’ve done? What about the lives you’ve touched? The people you’ve helped?” God asked.
“What lives?” Lucas asked, blind to all the good he’s done.
God sighed and said, “I’m sure you remember Emma Wright. When she first wrote you she was scared and broken. You gave her hope and taught her to laugh again. Then there’s Brandon Miller, your ex-cellmate. He was going to commit suicide that night. You calmed him down and reminded him he had something to live for. If not for you, his little girl would have never known her father. Shall I continue?”
“I…I really helped those people?” Lucas asked, shocked. He honestly thought he wasn’t worth much, worth anything.
“Yes, you truly did. I think all the good you did far outweighs the bad. I know in my heart you’ve earned your fate. Close your eyes my child. This will hurt for but a moment,” God told Lucas.
Lucas closed his eyes. He knew even though God said he’d done good in his life he deserved an eternity in hell, an eternity of pain.
A jolt ripped through Lucas’s back. It felt as though his flesh was being torn apart. A single tear rolled down his face as the pain subsided.
The sound of a thousand wings beating filled the air as God said, “Open your eyes my child and come home.”
Lucas opened his eyes to see himself surrounded by the souls of the prisoners who went before him, their lives too cut short by others. All had their wings and were smiling. Ready to welcome a new angel into their ranks.
Directly in front of Lucas was a gilded mirror. He gasped when he saw what had caused his pain. He too had been given wings.
“Welcome home my son,” God whispered as Lucas took flight for the first time.
“God?” the young man asked. “Can you hear me? Am I dead?”
A melodic voice answered from the clouds, “It is I, my child. I can hear you now just as clear as I’ve always been able to. I’m sorry for your life being cut short.”
The young man’s voice was thin as he asked, “Where am I? This surly cannot be hell. Nor do I believe this is heaven.”
“No, you’re not in hell nor have you reached the gates of heaven yet. This, this is limbo I suppose. A place to prove that you deserve to join me in heaven or spend eternity in hell. Now Lucas, tell me why you deserve to join me in heaven,” God said, looking down at Lucas from the clouds.
“But God,” Lucas murmured. “I don’t deserve to go to heaven.”
“Why do you believe you don’t deserve to go to heaven my child?” God asked Lucas, curious to hear his answer.
“I’ve done terrible things in my life. I’ve lied and cheated. I’ve stolen. I’ve been selfish and self-indulgent. I grew up in prison for a reason,” Lucas told God honestly.
“Have you truly seen only the bad you’ve done? What about the lives you’ve touched? The people you’ve helped?” God asked.
“What lives?” Lucas asked, blind to all the good he’s done.
God sighed and said, “I’m sure you remember Emma Wright. When she first wrote you she was scared and broken. You gave her hope and taught her to laugh again. Then there’s Brandon Miller, your ex-cellmate. He was going to commit suicide that night. You calmed him down and reminded him he had something to live for. If not for you, his little girl would have never known her father. Shall I continue?”
“I…I really helped those people?” Lucas asked, shocked. He honestly thought he wasn’t worth much, worth anything.
“Yes, you truly did. I think all the good you did far outweighs the bad. I know in my heart you’ve earned your fate. Close your eyes my child. This will hurt for but a moment,” God told Lucas.
Lucas closed his eyes. He knew even though God said he’d done good in his life he deserved an eternity in hell, an eternity of pain.
A jolt ripped through Lucas’s back. It felt as though his flesh was being torn apart. A single tear rolled down his face as the pain subsided.
The sound of a thousand wings beating filled the air as God said, “Open your eyes my child and come home.”
Lucas opened his eyes to see himself surrounded by the souls of the prisoners who went before him, their lives too cut short by others. All had their wings and were smiling. Ready to welcome a new angel into their ranks.
Directly in front of Lucas was a gilded mirror. He gasped when he saw what had caused his pain. He too had been given wings.
“Welcome home my son,” God whispered as Lucas took flight for the first time.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Holiday's Are Here!
Winter is officially here. Over the last couple days the snow has started to fall, the tempature has plummetted, and the fucking Christmas decorations have popped up everywhere. I've never really been a big fan of winter. To much snow, to much ice, to little heat. I swear to God, I'm going to end up moving to Georgia. Maybe like Augusta. Near a good friend of mine.
So much has happened since Halloween. I lost my job as a deli worker in Elizabeth then Ryan and I broke up. Well I'm trying to break up with him but he's a stubborn bastard and isn't making it easy. And of course, every time he tells me he loves me and he'll change, I melt. But I don't love him. Not anymore. And I don't miss him either. I miss what we had but that's it. I miss having someone to call my own. Someone I can turn to with tears running down my face and they'll ask who hurt me. Because I deserve that. I deserve to be with someone who'll help me, who'll protect me. I guess when I thought Ryan was perfect for me, I was lying to myself.
Other things that have happened...I started hanging out with my mum's side of the family again. Of course things haven't changed yet with dad's side. Though I did find out Nichole is 8 weeks pregnant. I can't say I'm really surprised that she's pregnant what with Cory living with her and everything but 17 is kind of young to be a mother and her mother (my aunt Debbie) is actually fucking EXCITED her daughter is pregnant. I think it's going to be a girl. Our family seems to have a tradition. The oldest children are almost always girls. Except for with Aunt Mary but she's fucking weird anyways.
Thanksgiving was fairly boring. Not a whole lot happened but that's how most holiday's are around here. There's a reason I've never been big into celebrating. I'll give you one or two guess as to why that is...
With Christmas coming up I've been thinking a lot about what I want...I'd like either a donation to Locks Of Love, St. Jude's, or a gift card. Because as far as materialistic things go, I have no idea what I want. Oh and good books are always welcome.
What else to tell? I'm thinking about writing a book about a woman who just won't die. Over 1000 visits to the hospital and she's still kicking. But not until after Grandma's dead. Until then, a book about a girl and her sexual fantisies.
Well I promise to write more soon but until then, PEACE OUT!
So much has happened since Halloween. I lost my job as a deli worker in Elizabeth then Ryan and I broke up. Well I'm trying to break up with him but he's a stubborn bastard and isn't making it easy. And of course, every time he tells me he loves me and he'll change, I melt. But I don't love him. Not anymore. And I don't miss him either. I miss what we had but that's it. I miss having someone to call my own. Someone I can turn to with tears running down my face and they'll ask who hurt me. Because I deserve that. I deserve to be with someone who'll help me, who'll protect me. I guess when I thought Ryan was perfect for me, I was lying to myself.
Other things that have happened...I started hanging out with my mum's side of the family again. Of course things haven't changed yet with dad's side. Though I did find out Nichole is 8 weeks pregnant. I can't say I'm really surprised that she's pregnant what with Cory living with her and everything but 17 is kind of young to be a mother and her mother (my aunt Debbie) is actually fucking EXCITED her daughter is pregnant. I think it's going to be a girl. Our family seems to have a tradition. The oldest children are almost always girls. Except for with Aunt Mary but she's fucking weird anyways.
Thanksgiving was fairly boring. Not a whole lot happened but that's how most holiday's are around here. There's a reason I've never been big into celebrating. I'll give you one or two guess as to why that is...
With Christmas coming up I've been thinking a lot about what I want...I'd like either a donation to Locks Of Love, St. Jude's, or a gift card. Because as far as materialistic things go, I have no idea what I want. Oh and good books are always welcome.
What else to tell? I'm thinking about writing a book about a woman who just won't die. Over 1000 visits to the hospital and she's still kicking. But not until after Grandma's dead. Until then, a book about a girl and her sexual fantisies.
Well I promise to write more soon but until then, PEACE OUT!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
"IT’S CALLED CHRISTMAS WITH A CAPITAL C "
"IT’S CALLED CHRISTMAS WITH A CAPITAL C "
It’s called Christmas!
Well I went to the coffee shop to get myself a mocha,
The lady at the counter said "Happy holidays";
I said, "Thanks lady, I am pretty happy,
But there’s only one holiday that makes me feel that way."
It’s called Christmas, what more can I say?
It’s about the birth of Christ
and you can’t take that away.
You can call it something else,
but that’s not what it will be.
It’s called Christmas with a capital "C."
God's got a law and we pretty much destroyed it.
We’re gonna get judged, there’s no way to avoid it.
But Jesus came down to take the punishment for me.
He did it for you too, so maybe you can see . . .
Why It’s called Christmas, what more can I say?
It’s about the birth of Christ
and you can’t take that away.
You can call it something else,
but that’s not what it will be.
It’s called Christmas with a capital "C."
It’s called Christmas!
It’s called Christmas!
It’s called Christmas!
It’s called Christmas!
It’s called Christmas, what more can I say?
It’s about the birth of Christ
and you can’t take that away.
You can call it something else,
but that’s not what it will be.
It’s called Christmas with a capital "C."
It’s called Christmas!
Well I went to the coffee shop to get myself a mocha,
The lady at the counter said "Happy holidays";
I said, "Thanks lady, I am pretty happy,
But there’s only one holiday that makes me feel that way."
It’s called Christmas, what more can I say?
It’s about the birth of Christ
and you can’t take that away.
You can call it something else,
but that’s not what it will be.
It’s called Christmas with a capital "C."
God's got a law and we pretty much destroyed it.
We’re gonna get judged, there’s no way to avoid it.
But Jesus came down to take the punishment for me.
He did it for you too, so maybe you can see . . .
Why It’s called Christmas, what more can I say?
It’s about the birth of Christ
and you can’t take that away.
You can call it something else,
but that’s not what it will be.
It’s called Christmas with a capital "C."
It’s called Christmas!
It’s called Christmas!
It’s called Christmas!
It’s called Christmas!
It’s called Christmas, what more can I say?
It’s about the birth of Christ
and you can’t take that away.
You can call it something else,
but that’s not what it will be.
It’s called Christmas with a capital "C."
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Walking On Broken Glass
Walking On Broken Glass by Ashley Allan
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Cinderella. Some people would say she was too beautiful. The young girl harbored a dark secret. She had killed her first step-mother so her father would marry the housekeeper, Lady Sophia. For you see, Lady Sophia had 2 daughters and Cinderella always wanted sisters.
2 short months after Lady Sophia and Lord Lucas married, tragedy struck the house once again. Lord Lucas was riding home one afternoon when he and his horse were attacked. Lord Lucas fell at the attacker’s sword.
Once Lord Lucas was in the ground, the sweet Lady Sophia was gone. In her place was a wicked woman who treated young Cinderella like a stepping stool. Lady Sophia’s daughters, Annise and Charlotte, were no better.
Cinderella was expected to cook, clean, and be at her evil step families disposable. Anything Lady Sophia, Annise, or Charlotte wanted, Cinderella was to take care of.
A week before Halloween, the Royal Messenger came to the house baring an invitation from the Prince. It was addressed to all the women of the house.
To Every Eligible Women Of The Land:
The Prince, His Royal Highness Sir Michael Anthony
Is Throwing A Halloween Ball To Find A Bride.
Please Come In Costume October 31st.
The Party Commences At Sunset.
Lady Sophia and her daughters were out shopping when the invitation came. Cinderella was so happy for she never got invited to anything.
Upon Lady Sophia’s return, Cinderella showed her the invitation.
“And I’m invited too!” Cinderella exclaimed.
Lady Sophia cackled, “As though anyone would want you. You’re nothing but a grubby little shit. You’re not going anywhere.”
Hot tears rolled down Cinderella’s face as she ran to the dank little room under the stairs where she was forced to sleep. It was there she vowed to get revenge for the last 8 years. When she came out to make dinner, she was feeling much better.
Cinderella waited until bedtime tea before she slipped a little arsenic in Annise and Charlotte’s tea. Cinderella decided not to simply poison her wicked step-mother. No, she had a much more personal approach for Lady Sophia.
After everyone was asleep, Cinderella went into Lady Sophia’s room. Cinderella stood over Lady Sophia, watching her sleep.
“Lady Sophia,” Cinderella whispered unnerving. “Oh Lady Sophia. Your life is about over. Open your eyes and say goodbye.”
As Lady Sophia’s eyes flittered open, Cinderella began stabbing Lady Sophia over and over again. If anyone had taken the time to count, they would have discovered that Lady Sophia had been stabbed 107 times. Nothing but pure rage.
Thankfully no one ever came out to check on the women. That was yet another job of Cinderella’s after all.
Cinderella went to Annise and Charlotte’s room and stabbed them both repeatedly, even though they were already dead.
Cinderella burned her clothes and hid the knife where it would never be found. Then she took a long hot bath before going to bed.
The next morning she ran into town, screaming of murder. The local constable believed Cinderella’s story and the bodies were removed from Cinderella’s house.
On Halloween night, Cinderella dressed up as a witch and went to the castle. By the time she got there, the ball had already begun. The King was not very happy for he wanted the Prince to marry. The Prince had danced with all the girls though and he’d not fallen in love.
“Love at first sight only happens in fairy tales,” the Queen told the King.
At that moment, Cinderella walked into the ball room. Everyone stopped to stare at Cinderella. Even the Prince looked at her in wonder. Even the Prince looked at her in amazement. She was the girl of his dreams!
The Prince asked Cinderella to dance. When the song ended, the Prince took Cinderella out to the gardens.
As the tower clock struck midnight, Cinderella’s glass slippers shattered on her feet. The glass embedded in Cinderella’s feet and try as hard as they might, the kingdoms finest doctors couldn’t remove the glass.
Cinderella was to atone for her past digressions by walking on glass for the rest of her life.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Cinderella. Some people would say she was too beautiful. The young girl harbored a dark secret. She had killed her first step-mother so her father would marry the housekeeper, Lady Sophia. For you see, Lady Sophia had 2 daughters and Cinderella always wanted sisters.
2 short months after Lady Sophia and Lord Lucas married, tragedy struck the house once again. Lord Lucas was riding home one afternoon when he and his horse were attacked. Lord Lucas fell at the attacker’s sword.
Once Lord Lucas was in the ground, the sweet Lady Sophia was gone. In her place was a wicked woman who treated young Cinderella like a stepping stool. Lady Sophia’s daughters, Annise and Charlotte, were no better.
Cinderella was expected to cook, clean, and be at her evil step families disposable. Anything Lady Sophia, Annise, or Charlotte wanted, Cinderella was to take care of.
A week before Halloween, the Royal Messenger came to the house baring an invitation from the Prince. It was addressed to all the women of the house.
To Every Eligible Women Of The Land:
The Prince, His Royal Highness Sir Michael Anthony
Is Throwing A Halloween Ball To Find A Bride.
Please Come In Costume October 31st.
The Party Commences At Sunset.
Lady Sophia and her daughters were out shopping when the invitation came. Cinderella was so happy for she never got invited to anything.
Upon Lady Sophia’s return, Cinderella showed her the invitation.
“And I’m invited too!” Cinderella exclaimed.
Lady Sophia cackled, “As though anyone would want you. You’re nothing but a grubby little shit. You’re not going anywhere.”
Hot tears rolled down Cinderella’s face as she ran to the dank little room under the stairs where she was forced to sleep. It was there she vowed to get revenge for the last 8 years. When she came out to make dinner, she was feeling much better.
Cinderella waited until bedtime tea before she slipped a little arsenic in Annise and Charlotte’s tea. Cinderella decided not to simply poison her wicked step-mother. No, she had a much more personal approach for Lady Sophia.
After everyone was asleep, Cinderella went into Lady Sophia’s room. Cinderella stood over Lady Sophia, watching her sleep.
“Lady Sophia,” Cinderella whispered unnerving. “Oh Lady Sophia. Your life is about over. Open your eyes and say goodbye.”
As Lady Sophia’s eyes flittered open, Cinderella began stabbing Lady Sophia over and over again. If anyone had taken the time to count, they would have discovered that Lady Sophia had been stabbed 107 times. Nothing but pure rage.
Thankfully no one ever came out to check on the women. That was yet another job of Cinderella’s after all.
Cinderella went to Annise and Charlotte’s room and stabbed them both repeatedly, even though they were already dead.
Cinderella burned her clothes and hid the knife where it would never be found. Then she took a long hot bath before going to bed.
The next morning she ran into town, screaming of murder. The local constable believed Cinderella’s story and the bodies were removed from Cinderella’s house.
On Halloween night, Cinderella dressed up as a witch and went to the castle. By the time she got there, the ball had already begun. The King was not very happy for he wanted the Prince to marry. The Prince had danced with all the girls though and he’d not fallen in love.
“Love at first sight only happens in fairy tales,” the Queen told the King.
At that moment, Cinderella walked into the ball room. Everyone stopped to stare at Cinderella. Even the Prince looked at her in wonder. Even the Prince looked at her in amazement. She was the girl of his dreams!
The Prince asked Cinderella to dance. When the song ended, the Prince took Cinderella out to the gardens.
As the tower clock struck midnight, Cinderella’s glass slippers shattered on her feet. The glass embedded in Cinderella’s feet and try as hard as they might, the kingdoms finest doctors couldn’t remove the glass.
Cinderella was to atone for her past digressions by walking on glass for the rest of her life.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Pink For Breast Cancer Awareness :-)
So much has happened lately. Ryan went to the doctor today. They're going to do an ultrasound next Thursday. His appointment is at 9a.m. Unfortunately with my new job I have to be at work by 9. Otherwise I would be there with him. I'm so scared. Losing him will kill me. Everyone is trying to assure me it's nothing but how can they be sure?
As I said above, I got a new job. I'm going to be working in a deli/gas station. It's not a glamorous job nor is it one I actually want but I need a "normal" job. I'm drowning in bills. They need to get paid and babysitting sure as shit isn't going to pay them.
October is here. That means Breast Cancer Awareness month. Save the Ta-Tas, Save the World. Yeah, I went there. I don't actually watch Heroes but I love their catch phrase.
"Horrorcore" Music is being blamed for the murders of 4 people in Virgina. The murderer was down with the clown. If you get that reference, I'll love you forever. If not, it's an ICP reference. (Insane Clown Posse) ICP really brought "Horrorcore" to the world. You can't blame music for someones actions. Nor can you blame video games, movies, or anything else like that.
Barack Obama was awarded with the Nobel Peace Prize today. I can't really say that I agree with it. I think there are so many more people that are more deserving. I know that I am not the only person who feels this way. However I still want to congratulate President Obama for winning.
Also in the news today was an article about NASA's attempt to blow up the moon. I don't know about you, but I think the moon's pretty damn important and blowing up a bit of it just to see if there's water on the moon is idiotic. Now NASA says the moon strike worked. Of course they're not sharing whether or not there is water on the moon yet. NASA is so tight lipped anymore it's ridiculous. The problem I have with shooting rockets at the moon with the express intent to blow shit up is we could seriously mess up our world if we manage to push the moon just a mile off course. We live in a world of delicate balances. We don't want to complete fuck our futures up do we?
It seems that summer has given way to winter once again. Skipping fall completely. They are calling for SNOW. IN OCTOBER. This is going to be a really fucking long winter at this rate. I'm moving to Georgia. *sobs* I miss spring and fall. But I really miss spring. Warm rain, blooming flowers, and the beautiful scents that fill the air. Actually moving somewhere warmer is a good possibility. I bet I could convince Ryan to move to somewhere like Tennessee or Alabama. Somewhere with a lot of trains would get him moving.
As I said above, I got a new job. I'm going to be working in a deli/gas station. It's not a glamorous job nor is it one I actually want but I need a "normal" job. I'm drowning in bills. They need to get paid and babysitting sure as shit isn't going to pay them.
October is here. That means Breast Cancer Awareness month. Save the Ta-Tas, Save the World. Yeah, I went there. I don't actually watch Heroes but I love their catch phrase.
"Horrorcore" Music is being blamed for the murders of 4 people in Virgina. The murderer was down with the clown. If you get that reference, I'll love you forever. If not, it's an ICP reference. (Insane Clown Posse) ICP really brought "Horrorcore" to the world. You can't blame music for someones actions. Nor can you blame video games, movies, or anything else like that.
Barack Obama was awarded with the Nobel Peace Prize today. I can't really say that I agree with it. I think there are so many more people that are more deserving. I know that I am not the only person who feels this way. However I still want to congratulate President Obama for winning.
Also in the news today was an article about NASA's attempt to blow up the moon. I don't know about you, but I think the moon's pretty damn important and blowing up a bit of it just to see if there's water on the moon is idiotic. Now NASA says the moon strike worked. Of course they're not sharing whether or not there is water on the moon yet. NASA is so tight lipped anymore it's ridiculous. The problem I have with shooting rockets at the moon with the express intent to blow shit up is we could seriously mess up our world if we manage to push the moon just a mile off course. We live in a world of delicate balances. We don't want to complete fuck our futures up do we?
It seems that summer has given way to winter once again. Skipping fall completely. They are calling for SNOW. IN OCTOBER. This is going to be a really fucking long winter at this rate. I'm moving to Georgia. *sobs* I miss spring and fall. But I really miss spring. Warm rain, blooming flowers, and the beautiful scents that fill the air. Actually moving somewhere warmer is a good possibility. I bet I could convince Ryan to move to somewhere like Tennessee or Alabama. Somewhere with a lot of trains would get him moving.
The Perfect Moment? Every Time I'm In His Arms.
If You Can't Daze Them With Your Intellect, Baffle Them With Your Bullshit.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I will stand by you forever.
Today made one month for Ryan and I. Anyone who knows me, knows that's a fairly huge accomplishment. Most of they guys I've dated have found someone else to love by now or just fell out of love with me. I don't think that's going to happen with Ryan and I. He knows my fears and I know his, to a point. We both have things that are private. I have never assumed to know all his fears and I doubt he thinks he knows all mine. But we know the important ones.
I am so not going to start celebrating every month but the first month is very special to me. Ryan's birthday is the next big celebration on the horizon. He's turning 24 on the 23rd but we're not celebrating until the 23th because he'll be celebrating his actual birthday with his family. Some may wonder why I'm not celebrating his birthday with them. That would be because I haven't actually met them. It's not that I'm a secret per-say. Ryan's mother, Jean, knows about me but Ryan's father, Larry, and his brother, Sean, don't. At least they didn't last time I checked.
I don't feel like a secret usually but sometimes...Sometimes I do. I want to spend my life with Ryan, but I don't want to do it without his family knowing. I plan on having kids. Not right now, but before I'm 25, and I want them to know their fathers side of the family. Also, I'm pretty sure Ryan would want them at the wedding. I know some of you are going 'WTF?' out there but Ryan and I have always talked about marriage and we both want to get married eventually. Actually to be technical, Ryan already asked me. But it was just jokingly. We hadn't even known each other a week at that point.
Before we get married, or have kids, or even think about getting our own place together, Ryan and I need to talk about some things. We're not twins, and we need to figure out a way for this to work without either of us loosing our independence or our unique personalities. Like his love of trains and sports or my love of reading and writing. What's great is we do have a good amount of things in common. Like we both love playing video games, and we neither of us lets the other win. It's not that we're overly competitive, we just like challenging each other.
Every time I hear this song, I think of Ryan and how much he means to me.
I am so not going to start celebrating every month but the first month is very special to me. Ryan's birthday is the next big celebration on the horizon. He's turning 24 on the 23rd but we're not celebrating until the 23th because he'll be celebrating his actual birthday with his family. Some may wonder why I'm not celebrating his birthday with them. That would be because I haven't actually met them. It's not that I'm a secret per-say. Ryan's mother, Jean, knows about me but Ryan's father, Larry, and his brother, Sean, don't. At least they didn't last time I checked.
I don't feel like a secret usually but sometimes...Sometimes I do. I want to spend my life with Ryan, but I don't want to do it without his family knowing. I plan on having kids. Not right now, but before I'm 25, and I want them to know their fathers side of the family. Also, I'm pretty sure Ryan would want them at the wedding. I know some of you are going 'WTF?' out there but Ryan and I have always talked about marriage and we both want to get married eventually. Actually to be technical, Ryan already asked me. But it was just jokingly. We hadn't even known each other a week at that point.
Before we get married, or have kids, or even think about getting our own place together, Ryan and I need to talk about some things. We're not twins, and we need to figure out a way for this to work without either of us loosing our independence or our unique personalities. Like his love of trains and sports or my love of reading and writing. What's great is we do have a good amount of things in common. Like we both love playing video games, and we neither of us lets the other win. It's not that we're overly competitive, we just like challenging each other.
Every time I hear this song, I think of Ryan and how much he means to me.
Would you dance, if i asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back?
Would you cry if you saw me crying?
And, would you save my soul tonight?
Would you tremble if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh? Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die, for the one that you love?
Hold me in your arms tonight.
I can be your hero baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Would swear that you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie, would you run and hide?
Am I in to deep?
Have i lost my mind?
I don't care, you're here tonight.
I can be your hero baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well I don't care, you're here tonight.
I can be your hero baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
I cant be your hero baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero...
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