The way I see it is if I am so unhappy with how I look on the outside then I need to seriously buckle down and deal with it, only I am so addicted to the chips and the pop that I feel it is my crutch. I end up at the store buying things I dont need without even giving The big blow out! Mom entered my room, I can only imagine after grilling my sibling about her weight, spending habits and other things. She was on the war path and it just so happened that I was the nect victim. I heard a knock which lead to her helping herself into my room as though she owned it. To be honest, she pays the ...continued...

Our message meet again... And he ask me if what will be my decision about our relationship... I think if love is true then it will fall in the perfect place... I miss him and love him since the day we become us... ...continued...

I had an interesting event while out looking for the horses. First I went up by the pond to see if they'd gone that way. A spring on the topside makes a large mud puddle that's in the path. I thought I saw a large rock, but then it moved. Ha. A large snapping turtle more like it. So I pulled up next to it to get a better look. Then it crawled underneath the 4-wheeler. I didn't want to run over it, so thought I'd just wait until it crawled back out the other side. Well of course it can't be that simple. Turbo saw it and decided to bark at it. And then it decided right there ...continued...

Why does it go through my mind in slow motion? All the memories. Things that were kept tightly sealed ia my imaginary box and put away in my imaginery closet. Trying to keep busy in order not to think, not to remember. But it doesnt help. Dont´t get me wrong they are all not bad memories. Alot of them are good ones but for some reason the bad ones are easier to remember. On my way to work I thought I was running late but as usual i am on time. All my l ...continued...

Today I meet him accidentally, he look at me and I look at him also... But I tried to regain myself and talk to other person... So that I can move on and forget that he played my feelings... Now I'm writing this as part of my memory... I know memory hurts but time will heal everything... ...continued...

~~A BOOKWORM AT GIRL SCOUT CAMP In the 1950’s my family moved from a little Missouri town to the small town in Indiana where my father grew up. We lived with our grandparents for a few months while my father started a new job and we found a house to rent. My little brother and sister, ages six and five respectively, roamed my grandparents’ big back yard and the neighborhood, but I asked if I might read the old books I saw in the parlor bookcases. My grandmother, usually so strict about us not touching her possessions, gave me permission. I read from books that far exceeded my s ...continued...

I have six brothers and one sister, I'm the seventh child, the only house I've called home is where my parents still live today, 3743 Flora, Ave. Kansas City, Missouri. I attended the Old Faxon Elementary, 3710 Paseo, located on the next street over where we live, so I walked to school with my brothers, Mark and Jeffrey every day. My kindergarten teacher, Ms. Lucky was my first inspiratory of life, I met her after I grew-up and she had gotten married so her last name became Mrs. White, but she'll always be Ms. Lucky to m ...continued...