tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32552933864898454602024-03-04T22:54:18.567-07:00Leslie's Laughswhenever you think life gets you down read this blog i am sure you will laugh and then not think life is so badlesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-78187228448693277072013-08-18T21:02:00.001-06:002013-08-18T21:02:13.755-06:00happy! happy! happy!<br />
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Yesterday seriously was super fun! I spent the entire day at lava hot springs with some of my favorite peoples!!! It was so fun for multiple reasons.<br />
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First, i faced my fears again by appearing in public with a swimsuit.<br />
Second, the entire time i was in the pool i didn't hurt, my headache went away, my legs didn't hurt and my feet weren't in excruciating pain.I got to run and play and be carefree<br />
Third, i now know what it feels like to be branded because the hot spring we chose just happened to be the HOTTEST WATER EVER KNOWN TO MAN!!!<br />
Fourth, I got a new lanyard of DUCK DYNASTY!!! WAHOO!!!<br />
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Today however i found that my car had been "broken" in to. Nothing important or irreplaceable was taken but it was still the fact that someone was in my car. They were kind enough to leave my 10 dollars i had in my visor. I just worry that i was clumsy and left my account info in there. Its happened once before but nothing seems out of the ordinary so far. i will keep an eye on it during my get away this week! ANNNNNDDDD today i caught some mans eye at the mall who thought i was particularly cute and stopped to talk to me and got my number!!! what what! lol! just kidding oh and he just called!! HEE HEE... "the look" still works!<br />
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well i still have to go pack to go camping so i have to let you go!!<br />
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till next time!!!! YODO!lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-42213153719378561822013-08-10T10:40:00.002-06:002013-08-18T21:10:03.538-06:00NEWS FLASH!!!! SOOOOOOOO despite what people say i do have feelings. and guess what?!? They get hurt. So this morning when i woke up way before my alarm was scheduled to go off i decided that for me the wall that i built and was breaking down a little at a time will now by fully assembled for some people. I am sorry. I have to. I have to protect myself so if that means cleaning house and moving on from people who appear to be unable to let things go or see the wrong that they have done then let it be written so let it be told. Good bye, good riddens, see ya later! I will be here when you can get over yourself and maybe just maybe we can go some where in what you call a "friednship". I am done, i don't need it. I am a good person and a good friend, You have to see and recognize that i am trying to overcome things in my life and become better than you don't need to be part of this adventure of mine. Dueces! <img height="300" id="irc_mi" src="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120506013733/logopedia/images/b/b7/Sesamenewsflash.jpg" style="margin-top: 55px;" width="400" /><br />
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<br />lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-10904316200212420752013-08-01T00:53:00.000-06:002013-08-01T00:53:17.155-06:00List of things i know or don't knowToday as i was having a tiny fit of rage at work i began to reflect on what i know and what i don't know about myself. So here is a list of things that i needed to write down. All two of you that read my blog get to enjoy it. (also i will be making a new bucket list during a later post.<br />
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1- I know what i don't know<br />
2- I know that i have a cracking point and to be quite honest with you i know i have met that point.<br />
3- I know i am a good person<br />
4- I know i make mistakes, mistakes that are huge<br />
5- I know that even though i make mistakes that number three is still true<br />
6- I know i love my family<br />
7- I know i love my friends<br />
8- I know i will be okay<br />
9- I know that depression is temporary<br />
10- I know i am loved<br />
11- I know that i hated<br />
12- I know that i am better who i was last week<br />
13- I know that i am talented<br />
14- I know that i am hilarious<br />
15- I know that i am pretty<br />
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yup that'll do it for tonight folks. I might take the time to embellish on each of these, perhaps make each one a different post and elaborate on them... but i had to get it off my chest first.<br />
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<br />lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-8586451366478732482013-07-16T00:35:00.001-06:002013-07-16T00:35:34.537-06:00protective instincts...Okay so as i journey through this little path to become a better person, a better friend, and better collegue, a better daughter, and an overall better person i had a self discovery moment this weekend. well two of them, okay scratch that THREE!!! of them.<div>
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One is my nephew, i am sorry, i will kill if anyone touches, harms, thinks about harming, scolds, ignores, yells, or hurts him outside the scope of parenthood. I love him with all my heart and will die in heart beat protecting him.I guess this also goes for my family, too. I have had to defend my momma plenty o times and get very upset when people talk to her like they don't have any manners! same as my siblings, we may not always get a long and i may not like them, but you or any body else are not allowed to be mean to them. (thats my job!) but for real....keep your hands, feet, thoughts, feelings and emotions to yourself when it comes to my family or you will die.</div>
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Another is my kiddos at work. I find myself having to fight for them on numerous occasions and if that means i have to be all mean and nasty on the radio frequencies than i will do just that i will make sure that they are treated fairly and equally as everyone else. They are not the best kids around but they are more respectful than others out there and by golly they are my not so best kids so yes i will defend them too. I will protect them too. </div>
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The other is my friends. First of all i don't have all that many close friends but the ones that i do have in my own little circle are some the best people i know and let me tell you why. They will do anything to help you. They will move your entire apartment because you can't do so. They will hold you why you cry over a guy for the 900 time in two years. They will be at your side when you tell them to go away. They will cook you mac n cheese at 3 in the morning just because that is your most favorite food in the whole wide world. The guys tell me how beautiful us girls are on a daily basis, even if don't have my teeth in yet. The guys treat us like princesses, like we are worth something. it truly is amazing. this past weekend two of my close friends had some pretty craptastic things happen to them... and let me tell you, i had no problems knowing that if i acted to save one that i might have go to jail. I was okay with this, they would do it for me! The other was devastated and heartbroken and dammit that not nice girl made him cry... oh believe me its a good thing i don't know her or where she lives cause i would have busted out the brass knuckles and said hello to her face and throat a couple of times!!!</div>
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So there you have it folks, i am not "witchy" at all. i scored in the 98% percentile of protective instincts. </div>
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Tonight was an upsetting night, please don't ask for details because it is painful and hurtful and very near and dear to my heart. However it has me questioning a lot of things and placing a huge amount of guilt, burden, and shame upon myself. Tonight is the first night that i have hated my job... and to be perfectly honest it wasn't about the job at all. The little angels i work with weren't all that bad and i love the team i work with, but i hated it because it is keeping me away from being there when others need me the most. If i hadn't have pursued the shift lead jobs and gone to working 5 nights a week instead of just 2 days a week then i would not be in the predicament that i am in. i would be where i feel i am needed more. This job is very rewarding, i love my kids as if they were my own, I cry with them, i laugh with them (sometimes i laugh at them). i grow with them i teach them but most importantly i learn from them. However tonight i find myself feeling torn between them and this situation. I realize that i cannot control what this has done, but i feel if i didn't take the position that things would be different. Like i said i won't say the mean things i want to because tonight i am hateful and angry.<br />
My mom has always taught me that i had 24 hours to stew over things and then i needed to move on.... well i can do a lot of damage in that amount of time. I mean most of it will be emotional damage and torment to myself because that is what i do... its kind of like that scene in Liar Liar where he beats himself up... but only emotionally. Cause i am super good at that!!! <br />
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Don’t Apologize for Your Opinions</span></h1>
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<span style="color: white;">One thing that always bothers me, is when intelligent, thoughtful people; feel it is necessary to apologize for their ideas and opinions… or for even having ideas and opinions at all (much less opinions contrary to those around them, or which are unpopular).</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">You don’t have to apologize for your views to anyone, for any reason. They are yours (or at least, they should be… if they aren’t… if you’re just repeating things you’ve been told, or you don’t really understand or believe what you’re saying… well, you’ve got a different problem entirely).</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">Right or wrong, you have the right to an opinion (I don’t have to listen to you, but I can’t tell you you can’t have them); and unless you are violating others rights in doing so, you have the right to express those views openly, and to act on them appropriately.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">The first freedom, is freedom of conscience. Without freedom of conscience, we are not men.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">However, having and expressing views, carries an element of responsibility and duty with it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">First you must understand, you have the right to your own opinions, but not your own facts. If facts contradict your opinions, facts win, no matter what you think or what you want; and whether you recognize it or not. Reality is a harsh mistress, and it doesn’t respect your ideas, your opinions, your preferences, or your feelings… Reality respects only fact.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">Before you express them publicly, you must always understand your own views as deeply and comprehensively as possible; including both the first principles which are their foundation, and the implications and consequences of them (as well as understanding that there will always be unforseen and unintended effects and consequences, to any action or decision).</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">You should always be prepared to defend your views; with both this understanding of them, and with examples from reality, when challenged. If you are unable to do this, you risk discrediting your views even if they are entirely and provably correct, simply because you were unable to effectively defend them (this is a very common problem unfortunately).</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">Finally, you must accept that your views may be wrong; and if proven (by either reasoning or reality) to be incorrect, incomplete, or improperly understood; you must be able to re-examine, and revise, or even replace them.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">If you are incapable of this, emotionally or intellectually, you need not apologize for your views… but you certainly should not inflict them on others.</span></div>
lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-49021545730244598592013-07-11T01:09:00.000-06:002013-07-11T01:09:05.535-06:00oh you sly frog youSo my mom always sang this song to me when i was little and i was always so excited to hear it. and i remember watching it on the Muppet show (yes that is how old i am) but anyways here is the song....<br />
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Why are there so many <br />
Songs about rainbows?<br />
And what's on the other side<br />
Rainbows are visions <br />
But only illusions<br />
And rainbows have nothing to hide<br />
So we've been told<br />
And some choose to believe it<br />
I know they're wrong wait and see<br />
Someday we'll find it<br />
The rainbow connection<br />
The lovers, the dreamers and me<br />
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Who said that every wish<br />
Would be heard and answered<br />
When wished on the morning star<br />
Somebody thought of that<br />
And someone believed it<br />
Look what it's done so far<br />
What's so amazing<br />
That keeps us star-gazing?<br />
And what do we think we might see<br />
Someday we'll find it<br />
The rainbow connection<br />
The lovers, the dreamers and me<br />
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Have you been half asleep<br />
And have you heard voices<br />
I've heard them calling my name<br />
Is this the sweet sound<br />
That calls the young sailors<br />
The voice might be one and the same<br />
I've heard it too many times to ignore it<br />
It's something that I'm supposed to be<br />
Someday we'll find it<br />
The rainbow connection<br />
The lovers, the dreamers and melesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-22972405278908436792013-07-08T23:58:00.002-06:002013-07-08T23:58:43.808-06:00DANGER, Will RobinsonI have a reputation of, well, lack of a better terms, being a bitchy. Someone who doesn't get a long well with others, a person with a bit of an anger problem. Medication has helped mellow me out a bit, but i still have no problems chewing you up and spitting you right back out if i feel you need this to happen.<br />
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Now just read the rest with an open heart. I am not asking for help because everyone will give me 3000 different words of advice, but rather i am asking for you support in the changes that i am making and want to make in my life. Here are some reasons, some explanations if you will for my attitude problem. Remember that these are not excuses...<br />
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1. I have been made fun of my entire life (i mean really who hasn't?) for my weight, my hair, my sense of style, recently cause i am old and not reproducing children. Because of this i have always felt that i had to stand my ground, be the tough guy, act like i am okay with the harsh words that sting like a stab wound.<br />
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The tough guy thingy brings me to my next point<br />
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2. I have taught myself and have grown accustomed that i have the mentality of a guarded person. you know the whole "if i push people out or not even let them in at all then it’ll save me from being left alone or pushed out later."<br />
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3. Relationships... I have felt that i had to be mean, bossy, and cocky so that i look with it and confident and content with the single life (the truth is i am not and i hate every moment of it). but i refuse to be an airhead when i am smart, refuse to be used for sex when i have so much more to offer, refuse to be taken advantage of when i give a lot in the few relationships i have had. This whole attitude problem of mine has left me so sad and alone *sigh*<br />
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4. I HATE HATE HATE HATE losing. seriously it gets on my last nerve. and beacuse of this combined with my anger issue i am in a lose lose situation. If have to compete with the skinny beezies (which face it, Utah is the mother load of them!) Then i am already out and again i will leave before i am left. I can't just change the way i look over night. Yes i know i am pretty. i do, i have good hair, skin... ya know. but compared to others....ya FAIL!!!! i don't have many cute clothes... so its the same 4 outfits or naked and ya again FAIL with a capital F. and no i am not going to start a Utah chapter of Chubby Chasers.... <br />
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I AM sad about it all really. I don't know how to just change 31 years of hurt, anger, jealousy, and learned attitude. My dear sweet friends have helped a lot. They stuck with it, broke through the walls, and they get to expierence me....under all the hurt and hate. ya i promise she is there. <br />
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I totally saw this tonight! oh man it was terrifying, but I called 911 and reported this driver and then spent a wonderful hour of my time with the police officers to see if this girls was gonna be able to drive again. I filled out an incident report and I am so trained from work that I corrected my errors as if they were ones written at work... oh well. I don't know what happened to her cause I left after I gave my side of the story, but they def think she is on something and had called in the DEA for one of their tests. <br />
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The day back at work was a good one... some ups and some downs but overall I was grateful to be back at work. <br />
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That's all I got tonight, I am sorry, hopefully I will be able to write more tomorrow.<br />
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lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-37132858978987948252013-06-27T01:44:00.000-06:002013-06-27T01:53:17.920-06:00The meaning of lifeHere is another thing I have been thinking about.... <br />
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Have you ever wondered if you have influenced peoples lives? I have. but I also KNOW that I have influenced peoples lives. but before I go into all that let me start with something negative based.... <br />
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I hate hate hate hate hate loath the feeling of helplessness and hopelessness. For that very reason is the reason why I work a bazillion hours and the reason I shut people out (see previous post). I do all that because then I don't have time to feel this way. But alas I know that it is not healthy to avoid situations all the time, but seriously it is the most annoying feeling in the world to not be able to help people. My sister is laid up in the hospital with MS that is practically killing her and there isn't anything I can do about and quite frankly I am mad about it, but then it got me thinking and now we can go back to the whole influencing peoples lives. <br />
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I am a firm believer that people are introduced to others at a certain time because that is the needed time, much like when our bodies makes us aware that antibiotics, vitamins, etc are needed, it also tells us when people are needed. You see my sister has been my sister for 26.25 years. and it wasn't til recently that we had even started "influencing" each others lives...does that mean that the other 25 years were wasted? absolutely not! it simply means that there wasn't a need until now. and no I am not saying that because she is sick is the need! I am just saying that people are brought to the lime light of ones live at the precise moment they are needed. <br />
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Whether or not they stay apart of your life is part of the maintenance aspect of every relationship. every interactions has different degrees of "intimacy" and not in the sexual aspect. I recently had a conversation with a friend and the definitely put things into perspective. Allowing yourself to be hurt, (because lets face it, that is a normal and healthy human thing to do) doesn't make you a crappy friend or a weak person and don't mean you are in love with someone. You can love someone, be hurt by someone, be intimate (cuddles, laughs, hugs, dancing, and share the same bed) with someone, with out being in love with them. Its just a different degree of friendship, its trust, love, patience, and understanding.its called intimate friendship. To not be hurt by something someone this close to you does cheapens the friendship. <br />
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If you couldn't tell Tonight I had a lot of thinking time, and for the first time in a while I am excited to spend the next two days at work where I can forget all this stuff and focus on other peoples issues.<br />
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I am grateful for all my relationships, the acquaintances, the family, the best friends, the intimate friends, the neighbors, the co-workers. tonight I let go of some anger that was bottling up inside, and I am okay with some things that I was battling inside. *sigh* <br />
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Have a good night y'all. You all come back now ya hear???<br />
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lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-81236565301398766782013-06-25T20:30:00.000-06:002013-06-25T20:30:29.429-06:00The Curse<em>We heard the tale since we were young,<br />Heard the songs that have been sung, <br />About an evil spell.<br /><br />Someone beautiful is cursed<br />We feel sad through every verse<br />Til a kiss and all is well<br /><br />The message that no one can teach<br />Is clearer to someone like me<br /><br />There is no curse or evil spell<br />That's worse than one we give ourselves<br />There is no sorceror as cruel,<br />As the proud and angry fool.<br /><br />And yet, we cry life isn't fair<br />Beneath our cries the truth is there<br /><br />A power that will break the spell<br />We should know very well<br />Is locked within ourselves<br /><br />Yet we'd rather blame,<br />And curse our faith and change<br />We run from everyone to hide from the pain<br />And all the shame<br /><br />The story long we knew it well<br />About a wretched evil spell<br />A power that will break this curse<br />Oh I know all too well<br />Is locked within myself</em><br />
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I will wait, and then come back and read my random rants. <br />
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Okay so now that you and I are in the same mind frame, hear me out. This whole turning old business has really gotten me thinking about some of the messed up thinking that I have. flash back with me to last year..... <br />
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Last year was the first time that I let more than one or two people into my life, as far as friendships. It was SUPER hard as I always felt that they would get to know me until they no longer needed me or until they found out how warped I was. These beautiful friends have come to be some of the closest people in my life and I am so grateful for them "Little Indian", G$, and Elyse. There was Lis, but sadly we grew apart mostly because of pride and hurt (oh how I miss her sometimes). But then walked in some other person. Right from the beginning I could tell that I could trust them.... and so it began... the year of insuperable times and fun! I adore this person and have come to know them, be there for them, practically adopt them into the family. They too have been there for me more than I could ever expect and or want, and I know that things will always be like this no matter what comes along. <br />
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OKAY.... back to real time....<br />
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I said all that because I am battling the urge to just shut everyone out. Its what I do, its my comfort zone. But they are too good of friends to just let that happen, but with others its hard not too.... I feel exactly like the song says, its all locked inside of myself. and up until recently I tended to keep it that way. No I am not "cursed" like the "monster" in the song is, but I do have troubles with attaching to people because more often than not they leave. <br />
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Well to that I say the following:<br />
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Please don't think you need to leave to fulfill the things you have that is already in front of you. <br />
Please don't forget to remember that there are people who love you, who need you, who will be there for you just like they always have.<br />
Please remember that you are loved here.<br />
Please don't walk away from the people who have been there for you to run to others who haven't invested what the people here have! They have been here through your tears, and heart aches, laughs, giggles, hangovers, snuggles, cuddles, and good times. <br />
Please don't be a proud angry fool. <br />
Please love yourself as much as others do! <br />
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OKay okay so this blog didn't all flow together as I hoped it would but HEY! its my blog and I will write what I want! <br />
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More to come. <br />
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lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-13222241226185730142013-06-11T00:38:00.002-06:002013-06-11T00:38:53.957-06:0031 yearsYes, yes that is correct 31 years ago (this sunday) will mark the day the world was blessed with my presence!!!!<br />
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Okay jokes aside, i am super excited yet nervous about this birthday. I am fighting the social battle of utah of not being married or having 9.4 children by this time in my life but let me tell you something, i honestly know for a fact that i was ready for a relationship in my life. Yes, i have dated some people but nothing ever came from them because i wasn't ready. So, really it is my fault, but i am super grateful for it because i have learned what it is that i want in a relationship. I won't say what i want from a relationship because the word from implies that i will one day be walking away and i don't intend on doing that. No i am not saying that i will never have another break up but i know that i don't want to go into a relationship thinking that i will fail at yet another one. It will be different this year i can feel it.<br />
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So for this year for my birthday, i have decided to copy cat some of my friends and what they have done in the past and do 31 random of acts of kindness this birthday weekend. The final list hasn't been made but when it is i will post it for you to read.<br />
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I really should get better at blogging, its so relaxing and it gives me something to do and put my thoughts into words. I have tons more to tell you readers (assuming I have them) but i am going to leave you tonight with this quote :<br />
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I<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.796875px;">n life you’ll realize there is a purpose for everyone you meet. Some will test you, some will use you, and some will teach you. But most importantly, some will bring out the best in you.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.796875px;">Good night my dear friends, </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.796875px;">I will write again soon! </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23.796875px;">-Leslie </span>lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-85583425934247068102013-01-11T15:08:00.001-07:002013-01-11T15:10:39.576-07:00The futureHave you ever had moments when you <strong><span style="color: red;">REALLY</span></strong> wanted something to work out and you know without a shadow of a doubt that it is what is supposed to be happening right now? but you would like just a 2 sec glipse of the future to make sure you were right? ya, well i am living that moment right now and have been for the past 18 months.<strong><span style="color: red;"> I KNOW!!!!</span></strong> that this is good thing, but i hesitate to pursue it because of the state of vulnerability it will put me in but i have thought long and hard about it and this is totally worth the risk! Now to just set things in motion. Take the ball back and finally just do it! <br />
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You all are probably wondering what the crap i am talking about. well let me tell you. I happen to be talking about a young man who has had my attention for quite sometime. I got SUPER brave one time and just laid it out on the table, but since then have boxed it carefully in a cute little box with a bow and have kept it hidden way for about a year now. but its time to open that little box and let whatever happens just happen. I have matured (no laughing) and have done some "wing spreading" in the last little bit, i know what i don't want in a relationship and i would like to think that i know what i want too. but when all is said and done, this is just seems to be a good thing.<br />
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Sorry for the lack of details but i will fill the rest in my journal, you can all read it when i die! plus i sorta need to talk to him, plus there is a slight chance said person will read it... hee hee, kind of my plan to get things started without being so hesitant. <br />
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Wish Me Luck!!<br />
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-Leslie lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-79696085056104208922011-12-14T18:22:00.000-07:002011-12-14T18:22:21.012-07:00Living with anxiety vs dying from a social diseaseI don't even know where to start--- every blog always starts out with "i am sorry i haven't written but wow its been crazy"<br />
yes it has been crazy too crazy to fill you all in so you will just have to take my word for it. <br />
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Now on the title of my blog. I thought it was quiet fitting. Some of you know that i was diagnosed with agoraphobia. Its nothing more than a label, its not physically ailing or antying to that sort. (i know people who have far worse problems than i do, but this is my blog i can say what i want!!)<br />
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One thing that i have really wanted to do is to get over having anxiety. Medications do help to a point but a lot of it has to do with reversing the psychological damage i did to myself. I'd kill for the chance to go back to my college days where i was popular and had things to do and wasn't afraid of big crowds or felt the need to cry every time someone looked at me... but the reality is i can't do that. <br />
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A few weeks ago some co-workers invited me to hang out with them late friday night. I have avoided getting together with them solely because of my anxiety. I have gone to go twice to the gathering but chickened out and went home instead. I sat in the parking lot this time and cried and cried and cried cause i couldn't get out of the car. i was a mess. i saw someone i knew and decided walking in with him would put less attention on me and i could just squeeze in and no one would notice... it worked for a while until people realized that i was there and then they started talking to me. I could feel my blood pressure rise and my need to climb under a rock superceded my need to be socialable. Part of the reasn i was panicky was because at work i am a different person. I am confindent, strong, and dependent on noone but myself. I can make rapid decisions in tough situations. I can calm storms that others cower in fear from. This is not the case when it comes to being out in a crowd. I survived the night but found myself avoiding the people that were there while we were at work so that i didn't have to remember that i was actually out of my apartment. <br />
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This isn't the only time that something like this has happened,but it has led me to this conclusion: I was dying from a social disease. So know i have to switch-a-roo things around and start living with anxiety. I am just going to have to get over the fact that people will see me cry.. and they will see me cry a lot, thats just what i do, its how i cope, i cry when i am sad, cry when i am mad, cry when i am overwhelmed, cry when i am tired. So thats it, i cry. Deal with it. I have been faced with many anxiety filled events over the last 5 months including the dreaded booth test and restaraunts. I have a friend that we see eachother often but he always insist on sitting in a booth, the first time it happend i almost left, well at least i wanted to but it turns out that i froze. I couldn't move, literally was frozen, i scanned the area for the nearest escape route, but he had already spotted me and told me to come sit down. He knew i was in a state of panic and helped me get over that. Thanks goodness, now i think he does it on purpose. <br />
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*random thought* I have met some awesome people through work and am so looking forward to continuin our friendship and helping eachother out.<br />
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I like having my own apartment, I started out living with my sister, but she got super sick and had to move home. also we just weren't getting a long and so it was better she move home. Now i have a roommate which is fun. We don't see much of eachother. For the first little while i was excited to come to my parents house because i was comfortable there, i didn't have to be as responsible for things, now i still enjoy coming over but i like having space to call my own. again i am sure this added to my anxiety problems. <br />
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I picked up a second job as a substitute teacher- let me tell ya thats an adventure all to good for someone with anxiety but i have done well so far. <br />
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well i am sure you are bored to tears, i am writing regularly in a journal so now i will just bring that with me and update my blog. <br />
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thanks for readinglesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-48818999007446036412011-11-03T19:09:00.001-06:002011-11-03T19:09:23.730-06:00I have not abandoned you all... since soo many of you read it... lol... but i will post again very soon. i have a whole weekend off...lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-24557806209631732922011-05-20T16:13:00.001-06:002013-01-11T20:45:01.150-07:00The end of the worldWell with all the craze of the end of the world being tomorrow i thought i would blog one last time---HAHAHAHA funny... people who believe that are lame! sorry to offend anyone...<br />
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Okay on a serious note that is semi related to that. I have been thinking of things a lot lately mostly have i done everything i wanted to before the world did end? well the answer is no... I have made mistakes and have paid my dues for them. I am in a happy place now letting go of some sins and mistakes finally being able to forgive myself. I have gone to college and got a degree. I have watched the complete circle of life from start to finsish. I have done some amazing things... however the one thing that i havent done is tell the one person i truly loved that i love him. I won't go into many details so please don't ask. I don't want him to know that i still love him... it would be weird... but i have known him since i was little like elementary school and he doesn't read my blog but still no details. <br />
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What made me think of this? well honestly American Idol did. Lauren sang the Martina Mcbride song "anyway" and it brought many of my feelings and emotions to the surface! Here are the lyrics:<br />
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You can spend your whole life buildin'<br />
Something from nothin'<br />
One storm can come and blow it all away<br />
Build it anyway<br />
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You can chase a dream<br />
That seems so out of reach<br />
And you know it might not ever come your way<br />
Dream it anyway<br />
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God is great<br />
But sometimes life ain't good<br />
And when I pray<br />
It doesn't always turn out like I think it should<br />
But I do it anyway<br />
I do it anyway<br />
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This world's gone crazy<br />
It's hard to believe<br />
That tomorrow will be better than today<br />
Believe it anyway<br />
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<strong><span style="color: lime;">You can love someone with all your heart<br />
For all the right reasons<br />
In a moment they can choose to walk away<br />
Love 'em anyway</span></strong><br />
God is great<br />
But sometimes life ain't good<br />
And when I pray<br />
It doesn't always turn out like I think it should<br />
But I do it anyway<br />
Yeah - I do it anyway<br />
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You can pour your soul out singing<br />
A song you believe in<br />
That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang<br />
Sing it anyway<br />
Yea, sing it anyway<br />
Yeah, yeah!<br />
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I sing<br />
I dream<br />
I love<br />
anyway<br />
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I've printed in green the one section this blog is talking about. I am sure i will write blogs about others. But yes I loved him with every piece of my heart. and i watched them walk away. I have been carrying this for almost 15 years. I truly believe nothing would have come of it if he did know. He has a wife and kids and military career. And if we talk we still say love ya bro and love ya sis. but i know that my heart gave more. <br />
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I just now realized that i was holding on to that... never letting go and playing the what if game or the shoulda coulda woulda... but the truth is i need to let go. need to allow others to be loved too... <br />
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awww american idol... <br />
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Refreshing to let things go.. i have been cleaning house of my emotions and breaking down my wall... <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I sing<br />
I dream<br />
I love<br />
anyway</span>lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-19860402485963071582011-02-07T00:25:00.000-07:002011-02-07T00:25:37.678-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO METhree years ago today my sister had my nephew and my whole life changed forever. He brings me such joy and happiness. I didn't know i can love a nephew so much. <br />
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY<br />
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<span data-jsid="text">I got the chance to put together a few handmade gifts. They are the cutest handmade christmas stockings. Each one took about 2-3 months to finish. Impecable detail with sequins and stitching. I was so proud! one was sent to my dear friend in Canada, Her design was Santa and snowman "shopping" in the the woods for a Christmas Tree. The other two were for Doty and her husband. One was tobaggonning (spelling) with a snowman and bear and bunny. The other was a snowman with mail box and such. Super Cute, plus the look on her face was awesome. Cause lets face it she is hard to shop for. </span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">I got the chance to serve. There were several people in our neighborhood that needed just a little pick me up. My mom (chief givesalot) had gotten stuff for them and we went on adventures at like 11 pm and delievered them secretly! it was so much fun.</span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"></span><span data-jsid="text">I got the chance to put some thought into buying a gift for my mom. Those of you who know my mom, she is seriously the worse person to shop for. She has everything and she isnt really materialistic, but yeah it was hard shopping for her. I liked the gift i got her, even though my grandma opened it up. </span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">I</span><span data-jsid="text"> got a chance to include people in our family. We had a Christmas Eve party at our house, my dads cousin and uncle and their kids came over and we played bunco. (details of that game later). Plus my cousin Charles came over and it was so fun to have him. I used to spend a lot of time with him when i would go visit family in Denver. So I kind of lost touch with him over the years, he was playful and just enjoyed it. </span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">I got the chance to start a new friendship. LOL!!! this one makes me laugh- I put together a movie basket with the movie Cinderalla man and popcorn and pop and candy for this "boy" who is so shy its not even funny!!! oye... so we will see where this goes. </span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"></span><span data-jsid="text"> I Got the chance to be a better person. I worked on Christmas Eve Morning and Christmas Day Swing. It was fun because they are kids without a home. Even though i complain a lot about how hard it is to work with them. They have enough respect for me to recognize the things i do for them. Amazing Expierence.</span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">Well there you have it, my gifts i got. Dont get me wrong i was super spoiled, but that is not what i wanted to dwell on.</span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"> Merry Christmas!</span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">I have another post in the making, but i want to share that for new years!</span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">Love all of you. </span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text">-Leslie </span>lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-3581032061670789012010-12-23T15:38:00.000-07:002010-12-23T15:38:59.658-07:00I did it AGAIN<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Usually i drastically change my hair after i break up with someone, but this time i did it cause it was physically painful to comb my hair so what do you think? I will have to post some of it when it is curly! but i love it. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyoW_uAOAOFBgHohJpwEcMuxHo7PgFvgnfkHoGOsk_ybDP08vY1-tYo3biV6tZcPRUorX-PEV8mN4M76QoBAq7an4JH4mesBE0iAHbxwShMGWzXXZtBNQIEuDvzO2L4MiXYl0i038tI4/s1600/new+do.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyoW_uAOAOFBgHohJpwEcMuxHo7PgFvgnfkHoGOsk_ybDP08vY1-tYo3biV6tZcPRUorX-PEV8mN4M76QoBAq7an4JH4mesBE0iAHbxwShMGWzXXZtBNQIEuDvzO2L4MiXYl0i038tI4/s1600/new+do.jpg" /></a></div>lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-27461380549572624532010-12-13T19:58:00.000-07:002010-12-13T19:58:46.002-07:00My mommaThose of you who know our family know that it wouldn't be the way it is if it wasn't for my mom. The back bone, the heart and the motivation for the whole lot of us. She does so much for all of us and sad to say does it for little thank yous from us. However, did you know how much she does for the people in our neighborhood and our ward? SHE IS AMAZING. <br />
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First of all, as you know i work at a youth center. The kids i work with are often not allowed to go home for the holidays. My mom always makes sure they have a Christmas. Has blankets and cards and candy and fruit, just to make sure they wake up with something on Christmas morning. She also befriends neighbors who have otherwise been inside their house and never seen or heard from, but with sneaky perserverance she has managed to get them to talk to her. She is super good at making people feel welcome and not judged. Recently their was a lady in our ward diagnosed with breast cancer. She has three little girls at home and my mom made sure the girls are watched and cared for while their mom recovers from the chemo treatments. She even potty trained the middle one for her in one day! She also has crocehted pink hats for everyone who wants to can wear a hat during church so she isn't the only one wearing one. My mom has a heart of gold and is willing to do anything she can to make sure peoples burdens are lightened. She has done so much for people that i know she has a special place in heaven waiting for her. <br />
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I nominated her for the ksl high five clip that the channel 5 news does for people. They chose her and came out to the house today where some her friends and i surprised her with a camera crew and gift basket from a mechanic shop. It was so neat to see her honored by people who love and kind of just make it a special moment for her. There were lots of tears and laughs. It was really a cool day! Anyways the clip will air on friday morning during the 6 am news, the lady said around 620 if any of you are interested in watching and will be posted on ksl.com after that. (i am on there too i am sure the camera added a million pounds.!) <br />
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LOVE YOU MOMMA<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipDlRb4YpLEqgHyMk7n0KG5tVU8H3xYuRWX4phA1Pl71QJJXEq7oC3TsC_FczpEOX6kwvu36A89eMwjkc-INkpwBGTBuTals_Tz9iX8bW6FGdH-A7hC4AZzVMMOnvt4uamu7ZJi5dLbY/s1600/DSCN0446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipDlRb4YpLEqgHyMk7n0KG5tVU8H3xYuRWX4phA1Pl71QJJXEq7oC3TsC_FczpEOX6kwvu36A89eMwjkc-INkpwBGTBuTals_Tz9iX8bW6FGdH-A7hC4AZzVMMOnvt4uamu7ZJi5dLbY/s320/DSCN0446.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-39893154938915511112010-11-23T20:40:00.003-07:002010-11-23T20:54:34.044-07:00As i sit here and ponder.....The days have been better for me, i can finally go outside and talk to people without thinking i am going to die! :) i have taken extra care to be thankful this year. Although i am always thankful for the usual, my family, my friends, my health, and my knowledge. But this time of year makes me thankful for more. Ever since my brother decided to join the military i have gone out of my way to say thank you to every military personell i see in uniform. A couple examples, the other day while out to lunch with my nephew and mom, there were two soldiers sitting at a table, without thinking twice i went to personally thank them for every thing that they do for the sacrifice they make on behalf. With tear filled eyes i told them i am grateful for men like them. With a tear in his eye and soft gentle touch to my arm "said no problem ma'am, i am honored to defend you". Another time i was in subway and saw four soldiers there, my first instinct was to say thank you and again with the same response i went one step further and paid for their lunch before they got up there to pay. When the lady told them it was all taken care of he said please "ma'am i insist on paying." The lady said "no sir you don't understand that lady over there has paid for your tab" They approached me and asked if they could pay me back, to which again with tears in my eyes "please don't bother for it is I that needs to pay you back. Its the least i can do for your willingness to serve".<br /><br />Anyways with that being said, yes i am grateful for the military and they freedoms they provide. I think and pray for them nightly. This poem attached made me cry but explains how i feel. <br /><br />THANK YOU to those who are willing to serve. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jWwlsvtisD7VkCxq8bNiWG0lYTd3Vuaa1bsFQ57ajuZl-k2ce4XlD1Qef4V-Ilf9iV9FMuyMfgFZGWr2X1GPCVS5PnfK6qu61Y8A2nhQvRFjqfdn1cbzCY4K1CRtnLWVlU3ks5aOh7Q/s1600/blogpic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jWwlsvtisD7VkCxq8bNiWG0lYTd3Vuaa1bsFQ57ajuZl-k2ce4XlD1Qef4V-Ilf9iV9FMuyMfgFZGWr2X1GPCVS5PnfK6qu61Y8A2nhQvRFjqfdn1cbzCY4K1CRtnLWVlU3ks5aOh7Q/s320/blogpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542959462844933362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A Different Christmas Poem<br />By Michael Marks<br /><br />The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,<br />I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.<br />My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,<br />My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.<br /><br />Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,<br />Transforming the yard to a winter delight.<br />The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,<br />Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.<br /><br />My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,<br />Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.<br />In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,<br />So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.<br /><br />The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,<br />But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.<br />Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,<br />Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.<br /><br />My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,<br />And I crept to the door just to see who was near.<br />Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,<br />A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.<br /><br />A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,<br />Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.<br />Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,<br />Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.<br /><br />“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,<br />“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!<br />Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,<br />You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”<br /><br />For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,<br />Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..<br />To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light<br />Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,<br /><br />I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.”<br />“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,<br />That separates you from the darkest of times.<br />No one had to ask or beg or implore me,<br />I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.<br /><br />My Gramps died at ‘ Pearl on a day in December,”<br />Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”<br />My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘ Nam ‘,<br />And now it is my turn and so, here I am.<br /><br />I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,<br />But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.<br />Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,<br />The red, white, and blue… an American flag.<br /><br />“I can live through the cold and the being alone,<br />Away from my family, my house and my home.<br />I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,<br />I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.<br /><br />I can carry the weight of killing another,<br />Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..<br />Who stand at the front against any and all,<br />To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”<br /><br />“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright,<br />Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”<br />“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,<br />“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?<br /><br />It seems all too little for all that you’ve done, For<br />being away from your wife and your son.”<br />Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, “<br />Just tell us you love us, and never forget.<br /><br />To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,<br />To stand your own watch, no matter how long.<br />For when we come home, either standing or dead,<br />To know you remember we fought and we bled.<br /><br />Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,<br />That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-68235335863283194012010-10-15T19:15:00.002-06:002010-10-15T19:18:42.262-06:00180/111Yes ladies and gents, that was my official reading of my blood pressure. i swear i was gonna have a stroke. <br /><br />Its been an emotional couple months really and i think my body is just getting a chance to really feel it all. I am not okay, i will be, but right now i am not. And since kind of accepting that, its kind of been a little easier to deal with. <br /><br />We will se how it goes. Anybody know of anyone getting rid of a cello and would like to donate it to a mental health situation?lesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255293386489845460.post-67421612631309906462010-10-11T11:47:00.003-06:002010-10-11T12:16:55.211-06:00the bucket listSO yes, i am a copy cat but you know as i sit here and look at what i have accomplished this far in life (it isn't much but its cool) there are things that i would like to do before i "kick the bucket".so here is a beginning list. <br /><br />1 Learn to play the cello<br />2 See and NFL game live<br />3 Visit the Light houses in Maine<br />4 Go to London<br />5 Have a baby<br />6 Sing the National Anthem at a sports event that no one in my family is playing in<br />7 Get Fit<br />8 Give up soda<br />9 Better yet- give up candy<br />10 Get a masters<br />11 Own a House<br />12 Kiss in the Rain<br />13 Tell someone i love them and have them say it back and mean it<br />14 Write my book <br />15 Compose a song<br />16 Copy all my moms recipes that i like<br />17 Keep a Journal<br />18 Sleep for two days<br />19 Become Fluent in Sign LAnguage (again)<br />20 Go on a Cruise<br />21 Find a Job I really Love<br />22 Be a Better Friend<br />23 Jump out of a plane<br />24 Help a Family in need<br />25 Follow A Rainbow<br />26 Visit Hawaii<br />27 Live in Vegas<br />28 Go to 15 REAL concerts<br />29 Learn to ski<br />30 Take up Golf<br />31 Make my own Calendar<br />32 Paint my room Pink<br />33 Participate in a Rodeo<br />34 Take a cross country road trip and stop at all the points of interest<br />35 Get a tatoo<br />36 Become active in the church again<br />37 Change my own oil<br />38 Own a Great Dane<br />39 Watch the sunset and rise from the same spot with someone special<br />40 Record my own cd<br />41 Laugh everyday<br />42 Say my prayers regularly <br />43 Get a massage<br />44 Go dancing in a club<br />45 Visit Alaska<br />46 Go back to D.C.<br />47 Be in a movie<br />48 Watch all 10 seasons of CSI all in a row<br />49 Read 5 books a year<br />50 Re connect with old friends<br /><br /><br />Thats a good list for now, some of them i may never accomplish, but i can try right? <br /><br />Wish me luck i will add more when i think of some and cross them off when i get done with them...<br /><br />woot wootlesannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752506704805011729noreply@blogger.com3