Just a thought...

Photobucket Sometimes I feel I was born to be a hippie.

A Rant On Dating In This Day And Age...

I was sitting outside talking to a wise person once.

"We talked about sitting on the front porch in rocking chairs. We were even discussing colors of flowers to use in the yard. I want these things already, I'm tired of waiting." I whined.

"Then you get off your butt and you work for these things. And when you have them you can say, I did this! This is mine and I didn't need a man to help me have it. " my wise friend said.

And as she was saying it I could imagine myself standing on my front porch with my hands on my hips with a swollen proud chest looking around at all I had accomplished.

I am not Cinderella waiting on the return of my glass slipper. I am not Sleeping Beauty waiting on the Prince to come and kiss me awake. I haven't wanted to be either one of these fairytale women since I was six. I do not need someone to save me.

I am strong and independent but this does not mean I can not be soft and need a shoulder to cry on from time to time. I have my own way I see things in life but this does not mean that I can not understand the way you see things and why you see them that way. I have my own hobbies and friends but this does not mean that I am not interested in yours.

A couple should compliment each other like a fine wine with a good steak. They should bring out the best in each other. Peanut butter and Jelly! Peas and Carrots! I truly believe that...I do.


And really hear me on this....

I am not, nor will I ever be the young (lets face it, that adjective was dropped from describing me about 10 years ago), sit there and smile instead of actually having a conversation with you (because it takes 2 to have one of those...hello??), let you think that you are smarter than me, modern day damsels in distress! If that is what you are looking for then move along.....

A song for The Sisters...

Something a little different today. I cant help but think of them when I hear this song..

I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
But I run too late

I run my life
Or is it running me?
Run from my past I run too fast
Or too slow it seems

When lies become the truth
That's when I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
To a new disaster,
so I run to you
I run to you, Baby

When it all starts coming undone
Baby, you're the only one I run to
I run to you

We run on fumes
Your life and mine
Like the sands of time
Slippin' right on through

Our love's the only truth
That's why I run to you

By: Lady Antebellum

Sittin in a tree....

This weather makes me want to climb as high as I can into a tree, so that I can sit on the branch swaying in the wind (to The Sisters, please refrain from any Nell references! I'm trying to blog.) and think of all things profound. Ok, who am I kidding? More like all things random that pass through my mind in fleeting moments but you get the point...

It has been a busy few days around this neck of the woods. Spent some time with great friends and had a little time to relax....the right combination of these two things make for a splendid weekend. Bug Juice (my 10 year-old-daughter) was home sick from school earlier this week so we spent some time on the couch watching girly movies much to my sons dismay. She is feeling better and enjoying the weather outside once again. This pleases me, since there are so many kids out there right now who aren't recovering as fast. I do keep them in my thoughts.

Get to have dinner with the family tonight. Maybe the tree house in the backyard will have to suffice since I'm a tad old for tree climbing. We shall see...