I'm prideful when I talk about home.. my home, the place I grew up. I do believe that I had the best time every growing up.. I had the best friends ever, and I lived in the best state in the union... North Carolina...where I learned that a cook out is when you have hamburgers and hotdogs on a grill.. a barbeque is SO MUCH more than that, it's a pig pickin... they always get that wrong in Utah... and a purse is where you put your change, a pocket book is where you put your change purse, and a bill fold, can also be called a wallet....and so what if I still say oil in a way that makes you laugh, it's the proper way to say it... I dated a guy once who said that he knew I was mad and I said how so, and he said, your accent comes back..oh bother...that boy was dumber than a ten pound sack of stupid... I could tell he was lyin every time his lips moved.... but I digress.... I have a confession to make..something about me that will never, no never change.. I love T.V evangelist and Christian Rock....Joyce Myer ( the preacher lady), Joel Osteen ( I was too excited when I got to go to his church last month when I was in the Houston area... happy heart)... I still sing Michael W. Smith Songs, and DC talk.... I have ALL their cds.. I just can't give it up... sometimes when I'm getting ready in the morning, it's all I can do to not raise my pentacostal hands while I sing along...Char, I just feel it sometimes...
You hold my hand and kiss my face... I kiss you back. You say that you love me, and in some way I know that you do, but I'm not IN love with you, and you're not IN love with me. That's the thing about replacement people, we fill the void that someone else has left, so we don't feel the emptiness, so we don't feel the hurt. It's not that we don't care about each other, it's just that we care about someone else more....
Dear Crazy Neighbor Lady that lives in the basement apartment,
I'm sorry if you get evicted, I really kinda am, but that dog you have jumps on people, and it's not cute...and you say it's a therapy dog but you leave it alone ALOT and every time you do, it howls and yelps and barks...just the other day I thought you were dead in the basement. You told me that you have all these problems with you, and how that dog saved your life that one time.. I thought history was repeating itself, and you were in some type of coma, or dead or something... maybe you fell and couldn't get up, who knows, and so I had my friend come with me to check on you, since you don't have a phone to call you on..well, your doggy cried and barked..and you were just at the store...FOR AN HOUR !!! And you lock the laundry room that we are suppose to SHARE, you say it's because guys are at my house alot that you don't know..( um, lady, my friends aren't the ones that are CRAZY), but it's really inconvenient for me to have to knock on your door so you can unlock the laundry room that we are suppose to SHARE, (remember how the back door to my place is just as easily accessible by the people you have coming to see you..) and today, I got to come home early from work, and I wanted to take a nap..and I guess you were gone again, because YOUR DANG DOG CRIED and HOWLED and BARKED for TWO FREAKING HOURS before I had to go to Velour for battle of the bands....needless to say. I REALLY hate it when I can't take me naps....so...if you get kicked out....I'm really kinda sorry...
ps... I think you should know that although I'm polite and say thank you when you bake me little treats...I don't eat them...I throw them away...it's just cause I don't know you..and you let your little dog jump on everything..it grosses me out...sorry.
sincerely, me
ps.... 6/13/08
this morning, like last morning you decided to do laundry at 6:30 in the morning...oh, that's the same time that I start getting ready for the day...um, I hate it when the water turns cold...you're home all dang day....MUST YOU DO WASH WHILE I'M IN THE SHOWER !! I'm starting not to feel bad about the possibility of you getting kicked out!!
There is no use trying, said Alice; one can't believe impossible things. I dare say you haven't had much practice, said the Queen. When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. I am the queen and this is my year, and nothing, NOTHING is impossible
the family dog....so spoiled...but look at his face!
I had the best time every growing up.. I had the best friends ever, and I lived in the best state in the union... North Carolina...where I learned that a cook out is when you have hamburgers and hotdogs on a grill.. a barbeque is SO MUCH more than that, it's a pig pickin... they always get that wrong in Utah... and a purse is where you put your change, a pocket book is where you put your change purse, and a bill fold, can also be called a wallet....and so what if I still say oil in a way that makes you laugh, it's the proper way to say it... I dated a guy once who said that he knew I was mad and I said how so, and he said, your accent comes back..oh bother...that boy was dumber than a ten pound sack of stupid... I could tell he was lyin every time his lips moved.... but I digress.... I have a confession to make..something about me that will never, no never change.. I love T.V evangelist and Christian Rock....Joyce Myer ( the preacher lady), Joel Osteen 
( I was too excited when I got to go to his church last month when I was in the Houston area... happy heart)... I still sing Michael W. Smith Songs, and 
DC talk.... I have ALL their cds.. I just can't give it up... sometimes when I'm getting ready in the morning, it's all I can do to not raise my pentacostal hands while I sing along...Char, I just feel it sometimes...
