Tank Full!

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#IAmThankful

Four-years old means you believe what everyone tells you. You are scared of the dark, jump in puddles and eat with your mouth open. Open fields, flying kites, riding bikes, throwing rocks and chasing ducks are all in a days work. The days of reading and writing have only begun and nights of restful sleep are far from over. As the days move faster and the minutes tick away remember to cherish them all. Life goes too quick, kids grow before your eyes. Bubble baths till wrinkles appear, fuzzy footie jammies, bedtime stories and prayer with lots of hugs and kisses. His world is changing each day and he does not even know it.

-GingaMamaof3

Perception

Nadia was everyone’s idea of perfection. Boys loved her because of the obvious. Girls loved her because she was pretty, but of all the girls in their “clique” she would always give sincere replies.

I met Nadia one day in detention. She was a “regular” but I chose detention because I didn’t want my parents to know I had been late to class. If they found out I had a boyfriend, it would be back to Catholic school.

“What’s your story? Forget to raise your hand in class?” From then we had a special bond. Much like the girl pictured, she seemed to be beautiful and had it all. Overtime, her outside life and inside story started to take over. Nadia lost her job and her boyfriend started blaming her for their financial woes.

Nadia was a good worker but she didn’t look conventional. She was smart, pleasant, and wasn’t afraid of her superiors. She always thought of her peers first. Her managers felt threatened. They started digging into her “past” which revealed a lot. But it didn’t reveal the story. She was in recovery for addiction, her addiction had driven her to make poor choices. The tattoos were supposed to be a way to hide her scars. Nadia was a “cutter” and the long sleeves in California.

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This story is in dedication to Stephanie Clauss. Sometimes we need to be reminded that everyone has a story.

What are 9 things you just can’t handle?

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9 Things I just can’t handle
1. Cock Roaches
2. Toes with toe rings
3. To smell people who don’t use deodorant
4. Chewing with your mouth open
5. Spitting on the sidewalk
6. Rude drivers
7. Pick your nose in public
8. People who think they are better than everyone else
9. Know it alls

Above I only posted a few of the 9 things because i didn’t have pictures of the others. I thought this was very interesting topic. These are things I just can’t handle 😊

-Katherine Alviso

Empty

turf pictureSometimes I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. My heart hurts when I think about the fact that I may grow up alone. When I notice the stares and disappointed looks people give me. Not knowing exactly what it was that made me bad. A defected product. I shut down at the sight of my own failures and start to believe what they say. I am broken. A failure in life. My words are chopped and mediocre at best. They hold no value because I am worthless. Transparent and irrelevant, never to be taken seriously. That it what they think and I start to believe. Then I realize that I’m to stubborn to tolerate their lies. To awesome to break myself down. I didn’t write because my heart was lost. Now I can be free and my hands move with ease because I’m not broken. I’m happy to just be me. I don’t have to belong anywhere in particular… I just have to be me.

Internal Sqealing

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This is a common occurrence for me. And, I’m quite sure it is probably a common occurrence for others, as well. It goes like this:

I’ll be taking a walk, watching a movie or meandering around the Internet. Then, suddenly, a cat will cross my path, a puppy will appear on screen, or I’ll see some tiny finches fluttering around in the trees. And the next thing you know, I’m fighting off the ridiculous urge to squeal. Sometimes it escapes, and I sound like I’m half choking, half laughing. Other times I press my lips firmly together, just to make sure no odd sounds or screams escape.

Meanwhile, my inner dialogue is something like this : “Omigosh omigosh omigosh its adorable I want to hug it look at it its so tiny how can something be that cute I don’t understand omigosh omigosh omigosh.” And so on.

What is it about seeing a cute animal that just makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs and cuddle the poor creature to death? Maybe I’m exaggerating, but doggone it, if I see an adorable animal, I have to fight that urge with all my might. I can only imagine the facial expressions I’m making as I have that internal struggle.

Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’m going to look at pictures of bunnies and squeal.

J.A.K.

*I do not own this image