Relationships and Love

I used to keep a journal about the random thoughts in my head that would repeat like loops in my mind. It would and could drive me crazy if it would let it. Things like. I should write that story that have wanted to write, since I was 8 years old. I should draw more, I should look for a job, something I can do from home. That is something I really want, I can do several things. Website Design, Blogging, resumes, and even make graphics. I just don’t know how to market myself. I am not good at selling myself. I have a great desire to help people, but no desire to get paid for it.

These days, I have thought a lot about relationships I have had with men, and people I professed my love to, and still keep close to my heart and love to hear from all the time. When I find myself in love with someone, I usually really love things about that person I wish that I was more like. Examples, things like always happy, love for life, confidence, Intelligence, and a go getter attitude. It never has been about looks, or what they have. It is always about who they are, how many personal beliefs that he lives by and the fact that they know what they are, and accept it fully. Unlike me however, I always think I am willing to change and grow, all the time. I like who I am but I can always improve. It is hard when you are changing habits that have been part of my life for 45 years.

Well, my last relationship was hard to me to realize that it was over, he was always unhappy and complained a lot of my short comings. I listened really hard for the nice things he loved about me and it was so little. I realized that I meant less to him than he did to me. I never tried to waste someone’s time, if I can’t love them with all my heart. Why does he waste mine? So, with the a very heavy heart, I had to let him go. He truly didn’t love me, and I deserve better. I want someone to light up when I call, smile when I am laughing, cry with me, and cheer me up when I am down. To be that one person in the world they can count on. I am looking for someone to love and grow with me. Continue reading

Friends Forever…

I have a good friend who I love with all my heart.  I still remember the day I first met him.  He saw me crying in the hallway and asked me what was wrong.

Who would have known, he would have been a staple in my life, and a long term friend of my children.  Ricardo, is a treasure and I love him.  I decided to post these pictures of us cause he sent them to me a year ago, and I just cleaned out my email and seen them now.  Please enjoy them. Ricardo and I Continue reading

I love stories like this one… I wonder if it is real?

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The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written almost 60 years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John” letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him anymore because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.

It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

“Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?”

She suggested I speak with her

supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the

number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me.

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People

PEOPLE  – FANNY BRICE

We travel single all
Maybe we’re lucky but I don’t know
With them just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint
I guess we’re both happy, but maybe we ain’t

People, people who need people,
Are the luckiest people in the world
We’re children, needing other children
And yet letting a grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
They’re the luckiest people in the world
With one person one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you’re whole
No more hunger or thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world…
Hum…mmm…
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you’re whole
No more hunger or thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world..

I’d rather be blue

FANNY BRICE

I’d rather be blue thinking of you
I’d rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
I’m crazy about’cha, without’cha
For you I’m strong.
I can’t do without’cha
Howcha magoucha?
Don’t stay too long.
I need a little ah, little ooh, little oh,
And I’m knocking on wood.
Ah, honey hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
It’s so hard to be good

I’d rather be blue thinking of you
I’d rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
Will I be good? Will I be bad?
Don’t be a fool, you fool.
My little flat, I’m turning that
Into a Sunday school
While you’re away, I’m here to say
There’ll be no iceman there.
Singin’ the blues I’m gonna use
Nothin’ but Frigidaire.
I’d rather be blue thinking of you
I’d rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
Blue over you, I’d rather be blue over you
Than be hap-hap-hap-happy
With somebody else.

Old Website Post from my deleted Blogger Account

This post was originally put on a blogger Account, I never really posted anything on it other than this.  Originally posted Sept 11, 2010. So I dated it then.  I felt right .  So here it is!

 

Hi guys, I am new to blogging and I thought I would try putting one here before I converted an existing website to a blog using word-press.  I am an artist, World of Warcraft player, and a website designer.

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