Many years and several pounds ago . . .

Many years and several pounds ago . . .
THIS is the skinny cute girl inside me!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

"When we all get to heaven . . .

. . . what a day of rejoicing that will be! When we all see Jesus, we'll sing and shout the victory." What does this mean to other people? I think I know what it means to me and I remain very confused about just how that will go. On the one hand, I understand it will likely mean that we will all be brothers and sisters in Christ and we will see each other in that light and love each other as brothers and sisters do. On the other hand, part of me is very sad that upon reuniting with lost loved ones, I will not feel toward them in the same way I felt when we shared an earthly home. The child in me wants my Grandma to always be my Grandma. The young woman in me wants my first husband to love me like a husband. But as those who know me well will attest, I have more than one notch on that belt. What about that? How do you spell "awkward?" So it's easy to see how things can get really complicated. I suppose it's not really worth the time to ponder the issue since when the time comes, it won't matter. Besides, all worrying ever got anybody was more wrinkles in the brow and more gray hair. But it is food for thought. I would be interested in hearing other opinions on the subject.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

I wasted a tear today.

I wasted several tears, yesterday as well as today, as a matter of fact. I even spread the sadness around, innocently, unknowingly, as some stain on society sat smugly chuckling to itself over its conquest. What motivates someone to propagate the worst kind of sob story in a forum designed to intertwine lives that only have that 6 degrees of separation? What possible satisfaction can there be in knowing that you have caused several, maybe hundreds or more, people to shed needless tears and to send unceasing prayers for a 22 month old child that does not exist, never shot himself in the chest with an electric nail gun, and never pierced his heart? I would suggest that wherever you are, you watch your back because Karma is the worst kind of bitch. I also hope that it bites you squarely on your conniving, heartless, worst kind of pond scum, ass.