Twitter Sunday

Here's some of the cool shit you missed this week while you weren't following me on Twitter:

Don't you wish you were following me now?  Yea, I thought so.

Scooter Out.

 

Soothing Saturday!

Holy crap it's been a busy week.  I started a new position at work so I'm learning new things.  I'm the newbie.  I LOVE IT!  I love everything about my new job.  I love the ladies I work with and for.  I've wanted to be on this team for 2 years and I've finally got it.  So what could possibly soothe me on this lovely week?  Well...  I'll tell you.

 Playing with my two-year-old class at church.  Gosh I love these kids.  :)

 

A steaming hot bubble bath.  Best. Thing. Everrrrr.

 

 I got in a little bit of good cuddle time this week.  :)

 Not gonna lie.... I had a cold this week.  So this stuff was my best friend.

 Laughing with my family at the family birthday gathering!

 I slept a lot this week.....

 GREAT stuff.  Good for colds, sleep, and..... Hell, just good.

 I got to watch this kid right here graduate!!!

EXCELLENT book.  Great series.  I highly recommend.

I love magnolia blossoms.  They remind me of my grandmother.  She always used to pick them and bring them inside.  She said they smelled like Heaven.  A lady on the street has a great big magnolia tree.  She let me pick a few and take them home.  :) 

 All in all, it was a really good week.  It's nice to have things that can make me happy or calm me down when I'm stressed.

Scooter Out. 

Things I Want To Say To My Lead Tuesday!!

Well, guys, I have an update on life!!  I moved to a new department at work.  So my old bitch lead is no longer my lead!  BUT in keeping with Things I Want To Say To My Lead Tuesdays, I will still be posting multiple things that I want to say to my lead.  I'll tell you if I'm talking about my old lead or my new one.  So far my new lead has been sweet, but we'll see..

This is all for my old lead!!

• You, my dear, are a great big bitch.
• Did you know that wearing that dress makes your body look like two hogs fighting in a blanket?
• Sneeze on me again, and I swear I'll punch you right in the throat.
• Put your fucking shoes on!!  I don't want to smell your feet!
• Thanks for finally showing up to work... Half an hour late. 
• I love that you can dish out your bitch-ass-ness, but you run off and snitch to the Big Man when somebody is rude to you.  Snitch.
• Your breath stinks.
• It's so nice to know that I'm required to be to work on time, but you're not.
• Your bedside manner is that of constipated crocodile with a toothache.
• I have an idea!!  Click your heels 3 times... And go to hell.  Straight to hell.
• GET OFF THE DAMN PHONE!!  If I'm not allowed to stay on a personal call for 45 minutes, then neither are you.
• Do you realize that while you've been socializing, I've been doing your job by answering 23 questions dished out by the new people you're supposed to be training?
• Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard... Actually... I think that might sound more pleasant than your voice.
• Fuck you.  Fuck you right in the ear.  With a double-edged sword.
• If I ask nicely, will you go kill yourself?
• GET YOUR ASS AWAY FROM MY FACEEEE!!!!
• Yes, I use military time.  I also realize that the clock doesn't have the numbers 13-42 on it.  You know what else I've realized?  You're fucking ignorant.

I think I'm going to save the rest of what I have so I can span it out over the course of this blog.

Scooter Out.

Do Two Wrongs Make A Right?

I'm sitting here this evening watching The Walton's with my family.  The episode is centered on the dates of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.  Now, I'm not sure how everyone else's high school worked.  But where I went to school, we didn't learn about things like that.  We learned about the bombing of Pearl Harbor, but not the retaliation.  

To me, that seemed as if it were being condoned.  To ignore it, or to not speak of it, makes it seem like people thought it was okay.  And it wasn't.  Don't get me wrong, I understand that we were attacked first.  I understand that 2,402 American lives were lost.  I understand that another 1,282 were wounded.  But does that justify bombing 2 cities occupied by innocents?  Women?  Children?  Do the lives of 150,000 - 246,000 Japanese people mean more than the lives of those killed or wounded who were Americans?

Does this

 

Justify this

Does the fact that this happened first

Make this okay

Do two wrongs really make a right?  I don't know.  I've never really thought too much into it before tonight.  What do you think?

Scooter Out.

Roll The Dice Monday!

Hello all!  Today is the first day of my new blogging schedule.

As far as Monday goes, I couldn't really make a hardcore decision.  So, I decided to do a Roll The Dice Monday.  Basically, it works like this, Random.org has an automated dice roller.  I couldn't find a real one around the house.  So every Monday, I'll give it a toss and blog on one of the following subjects:

1. Things I learned from my daddy
2. What would happen if...
3. Crafty corner
4. Cool shit my mom can do
5. Recipes I love
6. Vlog!!

So whatever the dice decides is how I'll blog!  Starting next Monday, it will begin.  As of the rest of my blogging schedule, I'll start tomorrow.  Hope you like it!

Scooter Out.

Coming Soon To A Blog Near You!!!

I'm still tweaking it a bit, but I think I've got it mostly figured out...

• Monday - Open.  Still working on what I wanna do.  I'm thinking vlog.  Suggestions?
• Tuesday - Things I Want To Say To My Lead Tuesdays.  I have a lot of bitchy and sarcastic comments I want to say to my lead at work.  I will post them here for your entertainment!
• Wednesday - Wordless Wednesday.  I'm gonna cart around my camera and photo-document my day and post it for all to see!  Or I may just post funny shit I enjoy.  Whatever I feel like that day.  :P
• Thursdays - Free Form Thursday.  A day when I get to write whatever the fuck I want.
• Friday - Q&A Friday.  Email me with any questions you feel the need to ask me and I'll post the Q&A with my answers!  Make sure you put Q&A Friday in the subject line or I WILL spam your e-mail.
• Saturday - Soothing Saturday.  Be it songs, smells, crafts, animals, or substances you ingest, we all have something that soothes us.  Saturday will be the day I post a list of 10 things I've found soothing throughout the week.
• Sunday - Twitter Sunday.  That's right, bitches!  I have a Twitter!  I'll post some of the epic shit you missed while you weren't following me.

Scooter Out.

Venting

Lately, I've been having a bit of an issue with my depression.  When a friend asked me what was going on, I really had to think about what was bothering me.

Last year, the people at the church found out I was gay and told me I couldn't teach kids anymore. So then I started praying and talking to people and they all said the same thing. "What you're doing is wrong and bad and sinful". But to me it never felt that way. Then things with my girlfriend went south and I thought maybe it was a sign or something.

So, the next thing I know I'm not identifying as gay anymore and I go to this conference and buy all these books about people who "recovered from their sinful homosexual lifestyle by finding a deep and lasting relationship with Jesus". Then I started going to a support group and then me and my boyfriend started hanging out more as friends and then all of a sudden.... We were dating.

Now I've got people at church and at work saying how proud they are of me and that he's the man God intended for me and all this other stuff. Hell, I've even got people pushing me to marry him! He says he really loves me and I can tell he does and... I can't hurt him. I've hurt so many people in my life and he's such a nice guy and I do love him. So it makes it harder.

On Sunday and Monday while I was with him all day both days, it felt like I was hanging out with a friend. Monday he kinda got on my nerves a bit, no lie. Sometimes he talks too much and he can be a bit immature at times too. But then again... So can I. So I feel like a bitch for being annoyed by him.

So now... I just hurt sometimes. Way deep down inside. I'm taking 2 crazy pills a day now instead of just one and I cut myself about a week ago and I have the strongest urge to just run away to a place where nobody knows who I am and start over. I'm so sick and tired of people thinking they know what's best for me and who and what I should be.

Sure, being gay might be a sin. But to me... A sin is something that hurts someone or yourself. My being gay didn't hurt anyone and it didn't hurt me. Is that really sin? God commands us to love and accept others as He loves and accepts us. Not to say "I love you and accept you, now change."

My heart feels like it's broken, but I really don't have a reason for it to feel that way. Or at least from the outside looking in, nobody would say I do.

I miss the touch and kiss of a woman. I miss being happy and in love with somebody I know I can actually be in love with. As much as I love my boyfriend, I really don't know if I have the ability to be in love with him.

I don't know what to do. I'm lost and confused and I feel so alone in this and all I wanna do is just... Cry.

On top of all of that jazz, my friend has now decided that she doesn't want to be my friend anymore because I told her I wouldn't lie for her anymore and encouraged her to tell the truth and stop hiding things from the man she claims to love.  I worry for his heart.  I love him like a brother, and she's lied to me quite a lot lately.  She's also claimed to love another man.  Said she'd leave her husband for him and never did.  Things like that.  So I worry for the heart of the man she's with.

I'm playing the waiting game trying to figure out if daddy still has cancer or not.  My step-mom is a drug addict.  My youngest nephew  is very sick and there's talk of him being put in the hospital.  My mom and my step-dad are always on me about... Everything.  Money.  Bills.  Chores.  If something is wrong or needs to get done, then I'm getting bitched at.  

I'm tired of being told, "don't do/say something that might stress him/her out anymore".  Well you know what, NOBODY FUCKING ASKS ME OR GIVES A DAMN ABOUT WHAT STRESSES ME OUT!!!  I'm sorry if other people are stressed, but you know what, it's called LIFE.  Life is fucking stressful.  Don't blame your stress on the fact that I encourage you to tell the truth, won't lie for you, or don't make a shit ton of money.  Your stress is caused by shit you did.  You make your bed, so lay in it.  

I've got a stressful life just like anyone else.  I'm 22 years old an I've been through a ton of shit that people don't even know about.  But, God forbid, I stress somebody else out.

Scooter Out.