Lost

When I was about 7 or 8 years of age, my sister had come home from school with one of her friends. Well her friend’s mom was pissed to say the least and wanted her home immediately. My mom was at work so my sister got the bright idea for us to bike her friend home. That wouldn’t have been such a bad idea if her friend didn’t live at least a half-hour car ride away from our house. I of course didn’t want to go and my sister couldn’t leave me behind, apparently that kind of thing is against the law.

The ride there wasn’t bad — at least I don’t remember it so it couldn’t have been — but coming home was a different story. My sister got us lost and it was getting dark. All I can remember really is being so tired of peddling and so scared that I was walking my bike and crying hysterically behind my sister who kept telling me to shut up. We finally ended up in a neighborhood she knew and we knocked on the door of some lady’s house who drove us home with our bikes in tow and promised she wouldn’t say anything to our mom.

I didn’t keep my promise. I had been so terrified that I told my mom that night and my sister got in trouble.

God?

Last night in bed I lied there wondering if there is a God. It really got me for some reason because in my mind, if there were, he’d be able to communicate with us in some fashion. Unless in the game of life that is considered cheating. I don’t know.

Religion has always been odd for me. I feel awkward in churches and especially when trying to read the Bible. I get the strangest sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. My parents never did the church or any kind of religious thing with my sister and I growing up. I’d go to Sunday school with a friend, but we were young enough for the coloring class with the lemonade and sugar cookies. I went a couple of times with older friends, but I don’t really remember the experience.

I would just find it interesting if there wasn’t a God. If this world was total happenstance. That would be almost as weird as sitting in church. I guess it boils down to me not knowing what I believe in. I cross my fingers instead of praying. I do on occasion say “Thank God”, but I think that’s more out of habit. I also will say “God Dammit” if you must know. I know, I know I am a terrible person.

Jaden on Church

Jaden is my nephew and here is his logic:

Only persons whose favorite thing is Jesus go to church.

Yes, baby, you’re right.

Readership Award

Yes, it’s from the same wonderful girl as the ABC award. NotQuiteAlice has passed to me another award for which I am so very thankful for. She really knows how to make a person feel good. So thank you, NotQuiteAlice, you’re a doll!

The Rules:

1. Display the logo on your page. 
2. Finish the sentence: “A great reader is…”
3. Nominate 14 readers they appreciate.
4. Inform the readers with either comments or pingbacks.

Readership Award

Readership Award

A great reader is one who at least makes the attempt to read & comprehend your posts and can let you know by commenting or liking the post. I think likes are just as acceptable because I sometimes have no clue what I can say to the blogger about the topic and I still want them to know I read it and support what they are saying. So when I like your posts, know I read every word because I am not the greatest commenter. I’m like sub-par really. Really sub-par. Shut up.

My picks:

1. The Hook

2. Cranky Giraffe

3. Jet

4. WhiskeyintheAM

5. FrontRangeScribbles

6. Good2begone

7. John Zande

OK that’s not 14, but y’all can deal. Love you bunches.

ABC Award

I really have no clue what this award is about, but if fluff need be added to my blog, then why the fuck not?

ABC award thingy from Stuph/TwinDaddy.

 

“The ABC Award is a bit different from other awards in that the only rule is that you come up with something relevant to you for each letter of the alphabet.”

Well now I have a clue since I went to the Twin Daddy post and I gained a spiffy little graphic, too. Cuz that’s really what this shit’s all about. Collecting graphics and touting out that you’re teh’shitz.

abc-award

So thank you, Not Quite Alice. You’re sweet and always know when I need more fluff (and to talk about myself). xx

A: Amazeballz. I never use it, but I like the word.
B: Branded. I consider my tattoos to be a bit of a branding from the times I chose to get them.
C: Conniption fit. Love it.
D: Damned. The only reason I am here is because I was damned to be. Bipolar was just thrown in for fun.
E: Engine. I don’t know how they work and I often type engine when I mean injun. Why would I use such terrible slang? Because I think it’s cute. Don’t harp on me, assholes.
F: Fuck. ’nuff said.
G: Graffiti. It can be pretty.
H: Harp. Instrument and slang terminology.
I: Improbable Cause. No reason.
J: Joked. “I joked you!” kids are so darn cute.
K: Killing me softly. Good song.
L: Lying liars piss me off.
M: Music makes me happy. Or whatever emotion I am going for.
N: No. Nope. No way. No how. The answer is NO.
O: The book of ‘O’. Long story. Walden Bookstore Circa 2001.
P: Pedestrian. Sounds so raunchy to me.
Q: Quirky. Runaway Bride, “I’m weird”, “No, you’re quirky.”
R: Redundant.
S: Shank. “I’ll shank a bitch!” was my catchphrase in college. I’m quirky.
T: Tongue-tied.
U: Udon noodles.
V: Victory is mine.
W: http://www.combatbabe.com
X: Xylophones suck.
Y: You suck, too.
Z: Zero, sucka!

Nominees (don’t feel obligated):

Austin of MovieWriterNYU

Rarasaur

Merbear of KnockedOverByAFeather

This is hard so I nominate all who want to be nominated. Those on my short list, do not feel so inclined if awards make you itchy or anything. Love you all. Thanks again!

 

 

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