I was stunned about how funny they were! I was sad when their CDs sold out because all the seniors loved them too! Great tea party and sat with some great women. I miss that job at times.
Spiders, meal worms, and chocolate chirp cookies were good. So were grasshoppers. That's about all I'll eat if it's made the right way, lizco252. I trust a bug chef over the average person cooking. {e:laugh|
Yeah, he really hurt my feelings the two other times he blocked me. I don't like people minimizing my health issues, and I don't like being called a loser for things I accomplished. He was the opposite of inspiration, he was just a time sink that would take away from working on my goals. He wasn't healthy at all. I don't want him back in my life because he just zaps the energy out of me.
Now that I have a premium plus account, I might take some audio of my trip! I just have to figure out if I can save MP3 audio files on my phone. I am so excited for my vacation. I look forward to just relaxing because I plan to do mass applications to get the heck out of here when I get back, lizco252.
Thanks, lizco252. My mom is an alcoholic and her parents were too. I see what it does to mom now and I saw what it did to her parents. It's sad and was very sad when her parents died very young from cancer.
I did write the poem:
I Only Ask of God
I quietly bow my head to the ground in still peace,
acapella voices calm and soothe me to sleep;
no longer in need of Sangria to soothe me—
focusing on the sermon from the loudspeaker
of my laptop, I quietly pray and reflect
my gratefulness of survival, and loving folks,
and a loving God; life is very beautiful,
compared to where I was a year ago today—
guilty about survival and failing at life,
the road ahead of me was dark and so lonely,
journey to a life in Detroit, thankfully thwarted—
and living life soberly to figure my path.
The prayers soothe the post-trauma anxiety,
faith in Him each day, but also envisioning
and creating my path, my job, and my life with cheer:
lizco252, this is where most of my pain comes from living here and why I've sought to get out for so long. No one listened to me in school, it took my dad getting a restraining order for harassment to stop for a bit. It's funny, at 11-14 I was told, "just shush, don't report the boys for being boys," probably led to the reason why I was ashamed to tell my parents what happened to me after the rape. I guess feelings of shame start in moments like that.
That tea party at the Center last June was amazing! The guy I'm referring to in that one wasn't Moe (as he's in Canada), it was my cousin's friend that stood me up. I'm glad he stood me up, though - I loved the ladies I sat with. So much fun. The Bug Fest is fun too.
I agree, ~Minja~, I was extremely nice to him and despite the distance... things were going great until last summer, then things took a weird turn. But, I think people in general should have more respect for one another.
I know what you're talking about, I had been through the same thing. I'm sorry if it happens to most of the people. We should have more respect for each other.
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I was stunned about how funny they were! I was sad when their CDs sold out because all the seniors loved them too! Great tea party and sat with some great women. I miss that job at times.
