Okay, so I decide to create a blog. You know...put down my feelings...maybe somebody will be trudging along...spot my blog...read a few of my postings and say..."oh wow, this lady needs friends...she seems really nice...has a few issues" and they will post a comment, they will request to be my friend...problem solved.
Until I found the "Next Blog" button...
Seriously? These other bloggers are like...well...shot down journalist that have nothing better to do but pour their guts out in all these really cool blogs. Not saying a shot-down journalist is a BAD thing...just wait till the right reader comes along and gets a load of YOU. Geeesh!
But I refuse to give up. I spent hours and days contemplating my great escape called a blog. This is my last shot of sanity. I mean I have to be the most boring person alive at this point. Even my dogs are disgusted with me. At this moment neither will even come to me for rubs. Yeah, I know....feeling sorry for myself is totally useless, but it makes me feel better...or kind of. Well, the worst to happen is I will be my only reader. At least I know I will like the content. (sigh)
With love,
Sophie
Monday, April 9, 2012
Dear Karma - part 1
Dear Karma~
It's about to happen, unfortunately the kids and I are going down with him this time. His laziness and failure to take care of his family is about to bite him in his own ass. We may be homeless by the end of the week. Way to go Husband. Dumbass.
With love,
Sophie
It's about to happen, unfortunately the kids and I are going down with him this time. His laziness and failure to take care of his family is about to bite him in his own ass. We may be homeless by the end of the week. Way to go Husband. Dumbass.
With love,
Sophie
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Dear Mother - part 1
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| HAPPY EASTER |
I send this letter in the deepest love a daughter can express. Lately, I have missed you more than usual. I guess it is that time in my life that I know I will see you soon, but not soon enough. A lot has changed in my life and I have absolutely no one to turn to that could possibly understand me like you do. You were so much apart of my soul that I feel like the past 10 years I have walked alone and disoriented. You would be proud how I have managed to pull myself and others together. I am not that strong, but I have done the best I could. I regret to inform you though, my glue is wearing out.
Don't worry Mother. I am not foolish. Unfortunately, I have to make some heart trembling decisions that will rock the boat. I am scared and I feel panic most times when I start making changes. No one can see the big picture yet, my changes have been very gradual and discrete. I guess I am one of those women that wants to keep everyone happy and comfortable before the floor falls out from under them. Did I get that from you?
Mama, I miss your voice. It seems like it is getting harder to hear you in my memory. You don't even come to me in my dreams anymore. I feel like a force is pushing us farther apart. When I do finally see you...I am going to grasp so hard you won't be able to escape me again. That was the worst day I ever experienced in my life. I felt the wind get knocked out of me and felt your soul escape from my heart. I was so angry that day. I know you know. You know all my secrets since you have been gone. Some I am ashamed of and others I am relieved you do know.
As I write to you today I feel a hurt in my heart. Maybe it is because it is Easter. You always loved Easter. Or maybe it is because I just want one more minute to look at your beautiful face, hear your sweet voice or to touch you...I miss you so much and I need you in my life. I want you to come back and yet I want to come see you. I don't know if I am ready, but I know everyday that passes I am one more day closer to seeing you.
Mother, I made your yummy deviled eggs for your grandchildren. I will enjoy watching them devour the same eggs I have always loved that you made for me all those years. Mother, you would be so proud of your grand-kids...they are growing up so fast. I am sure you peek at them all the time. I know you do.
I have to go, Mama. My heart hurts. I hurt. I miss you so much and I am patiently waiting to see you.
With love,
Sophie
P.S. you were my glue.
Dear Man Across the Street - part 1
Dear Man Across the Street:
You annoy me with your loud obnoxious music, your loud revving of your sports car, your yapping dogs, your loud drunkard roommate, all your motorcycle buddies and your chunky girlfriend...but when you wear those tight blue jeans with those white high top sneakers and no shirt...you make me melt.
With love,
Sophie
You annoy me with your loud obnoxious music, your loud revving of your sports car, your yapping dogs, your loud drunkard roommate, all your motorcycle buddies and your chunky girlfriend...but when you wear those tight blue jeans with those white high top sneakers and no shirt...you make me melt.
With love,
Sophie
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