Let me see if I can figure this out

Wow I haven't been on here in a while. It's been about 8 years. I forgot I even had this blog. So I decided I wanted to write more about my experiences as a 30 something year old woman. Yup I think the last time I posted here I was 23 years old....oh so its been 8 years. I'm about to turn 31 on June 21st. So technically it's been 6 years since my last blog post but it's been 8 years of updates that I am behind on so that's what this is. So I guess first I will update on what has changed since I talked to you last. (you meaning no one lol). Still trying to figure life out, the only differences are my circumstances but I still feel a bit clueless in the grand scheme of things and understanding how they should work and knowing what my role is or should be in things. But anyway I guess it's safe to say 30 year old me, has a little more figured out than 23 year old me. For one I decided I wanted to get my LCSW (clinical social work license) and become a pract...

I didn't think of this before but I have a blog....A place where I can share and type my thoughts opinions and desires. The sad thing is I almost never have something I want to write about, and especially online I suddenly get major writers block. The problem is I feel uncomfortable sharing what I truly want to say sometimes. In this case perhaps it is better to follow some guidelines when posting online; 1. never slander someone else (no matter how annoying you find them). James 4:11 says, Do not speak evil against one another, brothers. The one who speaks against a brother or judges his brother, speaks evil against the law and judges the law. But if you judge the law you are not a doer of the law but a judge. I think I learned this valuable lesson when I was in 8th or 9th grade 13 or 14 and I cursed my grandma off on xanga and she found it. I was pretty embarrassed and she was pretty upset. I still wonder if our relationship was ever the same. One moment of anger and that...

Ok so this post might be a little silly but I couldn't resist. Since the release of the new movie, and perhaps in light of all the Harry Potter excitement…well, I went into sort of fan frenzy. Perfect timing with finals and everything I know. I've been reading some movie, book, and character reviews, along with fan comments, discussions, and debates online recently and have been slightly disturbed. One of my favorite characters seems to constantly be under attack. Ron Weasley is being bashed left and right. Cynical fans who seem to be self righteous air heads and are under the delusion that they could have written the character of Ron Weasley better than JK Rowling herself. First of all let me just start by saying; I have always been a fan of the character Ron Weasley; since the first book and throughout the series as he shows his relentless bravery, protection, loyalty, and is a constant source of love and companionship for Harry. He has always been my favorite friend of Harry...

http://phoenixweasley.wordpress.com/ read this and I don't have to do anything. It's pretty cool/fascinating.

I hug you tightly, I can hear a smile form, as your snicker becomes a laugh. I promised I wouldn't cry. but I feel warm tears coming so I hold them back. Your smile is lovely and sweet, a mischievous grin quite vibrant and fleet. Scrawny little arms envelop my waist, drops spill into my mouth and it's salty at the taste. So young and so small. you try to make yourself as tall- as me. as you press your callous toes into the shifting pebbles on the street. I marvel at how the hot cement does not burn such tiny little feet. Milk white teeth against a chestnut brown face. We are standing in such a scorching heat, for such a happy place. You tickle me and leap away, giggling and taunting I know this game, and now this memory is haunting. you want me to chase you around the cancha, dodging through the palm branches, hiding amongst the leaves, you run your fastest and i kneel over taking advantage of every precious breeze. You smile widely and your dark eyes glisten. I try not to list...

this peace I found in a foreign place that brings my heart to seek his face I can not help but take this grace because he placed it on my heart and all the things that I once feared they are but trifles through the years for he but stilled my bitter tears I cannot see them anymore my eyes are fixed on something more that gives strength when I am frail and makes me rich though I am poor. and brings me hope on which to sail. this joy I found in a far off land and guided me by nail pierced hand shown me how great is this love I have I cannot speak of and not cry because it saved a wretch like I and all the prayers they brought me home and carried me to golden throne And all this time I was not alone it was his love that brought me there, back to the place from where I roamed.