It all started when my mom decided that my brother should have a dog, he didn’t live with us anymore, but he should have a dog at our house for when he came over. This was nothing new to me, at fourteen I had become accustomed to the baby getting whatever he wanted plus more. He had lived with my dad for 3 years and was only 7 at the time. We went down to the shelter to see about adopting a stray, it was cheaper, and it gave a deserving animal a home. They looked at a few different dogs, but she was the first one to connect with the whole family. She was only 3 months old and had been on the street for her whole young life. My mom and her boyfriend decided that she was the one. I got to name her, which my brother was ok with because he was bad at girl names.
He's the One
Tara stepped off the plane, this was it, she was finally here. Tara had been dreaming her whole life about this trip. For as long as she could remember Tara had wanted to take a trip to Scotland. There had always been something about the scenery, the sounds, and her ancestral connection that was driving the want to visit. She had set up the trip for her 40th birthday, the best part of which involved their accommodations. They were staying at Law Castle in North Ayrshire for an entire week. Law castle sat on the slopes of Law hill of the edge of west Kilbride.
To My Hero's
Dear Hero's, Thank-you. I don’t know how else to say it, though the words may be simple I promise you there is so much contained in them that it would take forever to get through it all. Behind that thank-you is all the love, admiration, and awe that I feel every time that I think of any of you. You are my hero’s and completely oblivious to the amount of impact you have had on my life. People are lucky to have a single hero in their regular lives let alone six of them. In the six of you there is so much compassion, love, strength, intelligence, determination, and humbleness that it makes me want to be the best of the best as a human being.
Hats for the homeless
I have always been one of the people to make a New Years resolution that I am never going to keep. My resolution usually revolves around the classics like losing weight, saving money, fixing my marriage and while they are not unattainable, they are unrealistic for me. This year I decided to go a completely different route. I started a job last year that involved working in and for the community. It is my dream job and I have already learned so much in the time that I have been there. I have also always been a person that keeps myself busier then busy. I find that the busier I am the more I stay out of my own head and in the real world. I use creativity as an outlet for my stress and to relax my body and mind. One of my favorite things to do to relax is crocheting. I usually don’t make anything specific, it is mostly creating simple blankets, unravelling them, and crocheting them again.
Build a Better Mousetrap
I fully believe that our true selves are made up of multiple pieces. As the years trample over me I lose a piece here and there, sometimes more then one. They get stuck to the heels of the shoes that have scarred the hurt into my soul time and time again. The biggest problem with this situation is that, like most people, I am the one who wears the glistening pair of red stilettos that have caused the slow leak of my uniqueness out of my iridescent life force. I have allowed a single person to remove most of those pieces. I stand there and look down at the pieces laying on the floor, but have no will to pick them up. I am a shell of my former self and I miss her terribly. I am not sure how many pieces are left, but I do have a single memory that reminds me of who I used to be on the inside.
Hansel and Gretel
While this story should be terrifying as a child, it is one of my favorites. There are so many good things in it. For one who doesn't like a house made of baked goods? For two, how cute is it that this small boy takes care of his sister just to have her return the favor 10 fold by killing an angry old witch intent on having him for dinner. A lot of the stuff we read as kids was taken from pretty morbid stories of mistrust, lust, hate, murder and downright ruthless parents. This one however was left almost fully in tact when it was read to us as kids. So for your reading pleasure:
Heart is the Key
They had been walking for what seemed like weeks. It had only been two days since the disastrous events that had rocked the world and taken almost everything from Cici. All that was left was Emily and the last words her father had spoken before he succumbed to his injuries. “You must go to your childhood fort, behind it there is a path that leads up the mountain.” He started “The mountain path will take you three days to hike.” He continued “After about three days you will come to the lake of red stones.” He said gasping for air “Behind the waterfall is a door made of rock, it will lead you home.” He said as his breath slowed. “How do we open the door?” Cici urged. “heart is the key.” He managed before drawing his last breath. “DAD, HOLD ON, NO, DAD PLEASE.” The scene just kept playing in her head over and over. The explosion, finding her dad, his death. It was on a loop in her mind.
Seeking Human Kindness
Walking word first into this challenge was hard. What are you passionate about? I had to think, could I think? There are so many things for me. You see I have what is called an addictive personality and that causes me to have many passions and ideas. My biggest addiction? I would say that my biggest addiction has to be knowledge and learning. One of my biggest turns ons in a significant other is intelligence. Learning is also what runs humanity. We must learn to do everything in our entire lives. We learn to talk, walk, love, hate. We learn to do the things that change us, build us up, tear us down.
The one True Crime story that has always stuck out in my mind is the one of Brandon Teena. Brandon was born Teena Renae Brandon on December 12, 1972 in Lincoln, Nebraska. He was born to a young widowed mother and had a difficult childhood that involved extensive sexual abuse by an uncle.
I Can Do That!
I can't remember a time where doing something creative was not on my list. I love to create, from the simplest project to giant Pac-Man arcade machines made entirely of cardboard, I have always loved it. I am not kidding about the Pac-Man arcade machine either. My family is huge on themed birthday parties and for my Uncle's 50th birthday we decided on an 80's themed party. I had the bright idea that I could make all of the decorations out of cardboard. There was everything from converse shoes to cardboard cut outs of Megaman and Mario, but the star of the show was the Pac-Man machine that everyone in the pub kept trying to play. If I ever make one again, I am going to make sure to include a real coin slot because I could have made some good money that night.