Disconnected

Floating aimlessly in a sea of constant motion
Always moving, never arriving
Flotsam lost in an aquarium, swirling around
And around
Need an anchor to keep me here or there
Or anywhere
As long as it is home

"Best Friends Forever"

"Best friends," is such a happy sentiment for most people. However, that phrase makes me quite sad. I can't recall anyone ever saying they were my best friend. I have offered that phrase up to a few close friends throughout my childhood, only to be informed that they had another person they liked better. As a child, I think that was the most heart-wrenching thing I could have heard. I would have thought by now I could have found someone, but I guess I will still have to wait to find that confidante.

Message from the lady who thinks she's in charge:

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Is it November yet?

I am SO tired of everything being about politics right now. I've made my choice, now lets move on. I think I'm going to vote as soon as I can in the early voting. Then I can just get it done and over with.

Hindsight is 20/20

Everything is different in retrospect. Now that I am older, there are things from my younger days that make me wish I could go back in time and change things. In elementary school, I had a friend that was quirky but nice, so I hung out with her on a fairly regular basis. I always thought how she treated her Barbies was strange. She would chop off their hair and use markers to make them more anatomically correct by adding nipples, pubic hair, etc. Some of the things she said and did was weird to me a sheltered little girl, and I slowly stopped visiting her. As she grew older she started getting in trouble with the school and the law. I wish I knew then what I knew now. All the things I thought were so weird about her were indicative of sexual abuse! She was trying to get me to help her, but I had no idea anything was wrong.

More recently, a friend told me a story about someone and I reacted poorly. Unbeknown to me, a similar situation was going on in her life. I now have realized, it was her attempt to test the waters and see if she could confide in me. I guess my reaction made her think I was an unreliable friend. Unfortunately, I guess my track record has shown that I may very well be.

Time is ticking....

... The move is quickly creeping up on us, yet here I am, on the computer, typing away. I should be packing. I give myself the excuse of "the girls are sleeping, and if I wake them, then I will never get anything done." However, do I get anything done when they are "happy awake" (as Punky calls it)? No! By the time I get started productively doing something, it is lunch time, followed by nap, followed by work, then dinner, and bedtime... I really need to get on the ball!




I have way too many things!

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I'm tired of one-sided conversations with the world. I feel like I've been doing all the talking lately, yet no one is listening.


Is anyone out there?

Remind me to write more later....

I think that there is something about writing that allows the author a moment of cathartic bliss. By bearing the inner workings of the soul, the author purges all the heartaches and miseries buried inside, regardless of the topic at hand. However, the constant, sugar-coated ramblings of some people, lead me to believe that their soul longs for healing more than those who allow their pen (or keyboard) to cry for them.

To all the randoms out there....

I guess I am choosing to post this here because it is likely no one will read it, but at the same time I hold a small glimmer of hope that some one will....

My father-in-law is old. Honestly, I'm not quite sure how old he will be on his coming birthday, because my husband lost track. He's somewhere in his seventies, and his health is failing. He lives alone, no longer drives, and honestly seems to like it that way. We don't visit as much as we should, but my husband talks to him fairly regularly. I don't know how long he'll be around because he often refuses to follow his doctor's recommendations. (He is pleasantly stubborn and calls himself a "wretched man.")

My husband has a large family and over the past few years, he has cut many of them out of his life. Many times we were made to feel as if we had to "chose sides," and he finally chose not to side with them. I have chosen to follow his lead, though lately I question whether we should attempt to be more civilized. Honestly, I don't really remember everything that led to where we are today. We have arrangements to avoid them for the past two years or so. I believe that my father-in-law enjoyed having everyone together on holidays; it has been several years since that has happened. All of his local family does see him, but we just spread it out over several separate visits. My husband doesn't feel we need to see family members to have a holiday.

My father-in-law's birthday is approaching, and again we will not be having a get together for him. We'll probably just take him out to dinner....

I have apologized for my part in the feud, and one of his relatives has chosen to "get over it" and we are now "online friends." It's a start, but I'm afraid the family as a whole won't be able to
come together until it's too late.....

Yeah

I kind of miss the friends that I have lost over the years. I wonder what everyone is up to? I wonder if they ever think about me?

What is the world coming to?

With the current political outlook, I feel our country will be in a sorry state of affairs for the next four years at least. I doubt any of our major issues will be remedied with anything stronger than a band-aid, and our economy will continue it's downward spiral into complete catastrophe.

I don't feel that any of the major candidates (Democratic or Republican) are offering a strong political platform, nor do I think the rest of the world will take any of them seriously. I think they are all pandering to fringe minority groups in the hopes of claiming a few more votes. Look at what's happening as the politicians are trying to give into the environmentalists: we have threatened our food supply in hopes of (unsuccessfully) lowering gas prices! The solution is not Ethanol! Ethanol is the adhesive bandage, and band-aids aren't permanent. America first needs to boost it's own oil production and refinement, while seeking a viable alternative fuel source and improving public transportation.


At this point, I think Mr. Potato Head would be the most qualified to run our nation!