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I love.
She loves.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Pouting
My best friend is missing in action. I miss her, I miss our friendship. I miss being able to talk without explaining or tempering what I say. I miss not having to measure my words. I miss being able to talk through what is on my mind.
We used to talk about everything. Deep conversations, uncomfortable topics, the down-and-dirty truth about whatever was going on with us.
Well, I need a down-and-dirty conversation right now. I need to be able to talk about what is going on in my head right now. I have having a problem with some old wounds that I am not sure how to handle. I don't want old crap to come back and choke the life out of what I have now; how unfair would that be! To have lived through some ugly mess only to let the fear of it ruin something good. But the other side of that is what if I am seeing a warning sign? What if this is telling me that I should pay attention now or else I will be reliving that ugly mess? How can I tell the difference? How do I know?
Why the hell am I trying to figure this crap out alone? I need to talk this out. This is bull, where is she? Ok, I understand, she needs to take care of herself, but...
Isn't there some sort of code for friends, if they are real friends? Should one just disappear?
Is that cool?
And, ok, here's the part where I explain...I understand what it's like to need to take time for myself. I understand that there are times when things are so overwhelming that you can't take time for yourself. I've been there. So, I am not heartless, maybe a bit selfish, but not heartless.
I will be here for her when she comes around, but how do I get this other crap off my chest without having to do an industrial clean-up? Ugh.
We used to talk about everything. Deep conversations, uncomfortable topics, the down-and-dirty truth about whatever was going on with us.
Well, I need a down-and-dirty conversation right now. I need to be able to talk about what is going on in my head right now. I have having a problem with some old wounds that I am not sure how to handle. I don't want old crap to come back and choke the life out of what I have now; how unfair would that be! To have lived through some ugly mess only to let the fear of it ruin something good. But the other side of that is what if I am seeing a warning sign? What if this is telling me that I should pay attention now or else I will be reliving that ugly mess? How can I tell the difference? How do I know?
Why the hell am I trying to figure this crap out alone? I need to talk this out. This is bull, where is she? Ok, I understand, she needs to take care of herself, but...
Isn't there some sort of code for friends, if they are real friends? Should one just disappear?
Is that cool?
And, ok, here's the part where I explain...I understand what it's like to need to take time for myself. I understand that there are times when things are so overwhelming that you can't take time for yourself. I've been there. So, I am not heartless, maybe a bit selfish, but not heartless.
I will be here for her when she comes around, but how do I get this other crap off my chest without having to do an industrial clean-up? Ugh.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
So Very Proud Of My Country
I have never been so very proud of my country. I have served in the United States Army. I have a love for this country that is true. As a woman, and an African-American, I have seen things differently than many others see them. I have been treated with the back of the hand, that some other Americans don't know exist. We have a long history, but also we are still starry eyed dreamers who believe in the principles upon which the nation were built.
Today, I feel that this beautiful nation of ours has stepped in the direction of putting our money where our mouths are. We have actually shown that we are not just talking the talk.
Today, I feel that our country is brighter with HOPE from sea to shining sea.
Today, I want to see the Statue of Liberty, because in my heart and in my mind, she is standing taller and her torch is burning brighter.
Today, I want to hug everyone who waited in line with me at the polls here in at a middle school in my middle class suburb. I want to hug the woman who didn't want to be late for work, but stayed in line from 6:20 AM until 8:00 AM (which is the time that I left the building).
Today, I want President-elect Barack Obama to know that it's the middle class who heard him and had the AUDACITY to HOPE.
Currently, only North Carolina is not decided. The electoral votes are 349 Obama, 173 McCain.. That is a resounding Yes We Can!
God Bless the United States of America.
Today, I feel that this beautiful nation of ours has stepped in the direction of putting our money where our mouths are. We have actually shown that we are not just talking the talk.
Today, I feel that our country is brighter with HOPE from sea to shining sea.
Today, I want to see the Statue of Liberty, because in my heart and in my mind, she is standing taller and her torch is burning brighter.
Today, I want to hug everyone who waited in line with me at the polls here in at a middle school in my middle class suburb. I want to hug the woman who didn't want to be late for work, but stayed in line from 6:20 AM until 8:00 AM (which is the time that I left the building).
Today, I want President-elect Barack Obama to know that it's the middle class who heard him and had the AUDACITY to HOPE.
Currently, only North Carolina is not decided. The electoral votes are 349 Obama, 173 McCain.. That is a resounding Yes We Can!
God Bless the United States of America.
I never thought I'd see this day
Barack Obama has done something I never thought possible.
My heart is full of hope. I am inspired to know that all things really are possible, because Barack Obama has...
shut Jesse Jackson's mouth!
A CHANGE has come, INDEED!
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