Okay now...
Anyone that knows me will tell you, I love pigs. Always have, always will.

This thing in Egypt has gotten me all kinds of upset.
400,000 pigs being slaughtered over a fear, not a real threat, but a fear.

Not only are people in Egypt going to lose their livelyhoods, but 400,000 pigs are going to be murdered. 400,000.

It makes me cry.

month of memories April 29th

I thought to myself...

"I loved this dress when I saw it" I felt so pretty when I tried it on, and boy did my eyes light up when he bought it for me.
I sure did look like a mommy to be, happy and light.

But not today, My favorite holiday. I had my Easter dress, my Easter Bonnet, all ready for church with no husband to walk me through the door. The hot streaks of my tears ran my make-up.
I didn't think that this was how it was going to be. Sure the baby was a surprise, but I was happy. Plans change, I wasn't going to grad school either.

"not today," I thought, "I am supposed to be pretty today, and happy"
I heard a car door shut and I ran to the window.

He came. All the way to my mothers, he drove down and here he was, dressed in a Sunday suit, holding a big Easter Basket. Althought I was hurting, my heart fluttered a bit. It was going to be okay.

April 28th. month of memories

the music pulsed through my body and the alchohal ran through my viens.
God he was so hot, and such a great dancer! I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe my first night out and already THIS!

As we left the club, the breeze on my skin felt like silk. He ran his fingers through my hair and smiled. I couldn't help but feel butterflies. He was so good looking and a Navy man at that!
He leaned in for a kiss. It felt like my first kiss all over. I hadn't kissed anyone but J. for 8 years. I didn't know how to lean in or how he liked to be kissed, only how J liked to kiss. And it happened, it was good, it was sweet.

He asked if he could call me, of course he could call me. He was the kinda guy you brought home to mom and dad.
As I drove away, I prayed... God call me, please call me. I hope he calls me.

He called.

in honor of 420..its a month of memoris 4/20 style

It was late. Smoke filled the car.
I couldn't beleive I was here, but then again, I couldn't believe much of the nights happenings. Although it wasn't night anymore, "what time is it?" I realized I was thinking my thought aloud. Everyone started to laugh.

As my friend passed me the joint he said... "dude, look at the clock, it's 4:20"

I could barely see the clock. But laughter ensued...for like, ever, it seemed.

April 14th...the monster

The light shone through the shades. My vision was blurry and my head was pounding. "God," I thought to myself, "I really slept here?"
Finally my eyes were able to focus.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Boogers...on the wall, the ENTIRE wall.
It was as if he would wake up in the morning and lay one on the wall as some ritual.

I grabbed my shoes and ran...ran as fast as I could.
He couldn't understand why I left and more over why I never came back.

His nickname, the boogie monster.