About two years ago I ended up on a six month tour of duty in the somewhere in the MiddleEast. I can’t give too many details about whom, what, and where. The only clue I can give is…that it was hot and there was a lot of sand. It was the first time I worked in a “joint” capacity (Army, Air Force, Navy, and Marines working together). I was in the Air Force at the time and had to get use to the other forces “ways of doing things”. One of our
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I can see both sides of this discussion and I wish I had the wisdom to solve the problem. I can only tell you from my own personal experience. I came very close to having an abortion. The father even paid half. Since I didn't go through with it and I was able to support my son, I didn't feel that it was fair to have the father pay child support. My son and I have no contact with his father since my son turned two (the father's choice although ther
Ha! Ha! I like your twist on the Adam and Eve story. I think aspirin bottles are made to keep old people like me out. My son always had to open them for me.
Nice Rant. The worse part is that you don't even have to call them first. I get calls every so often where the fembots tell me to "Please hold on. We have a very important message for you but all our operators are busy." Why are they calling me if they are too busy?
I think anyone can make a "fake conversation" to justify any point-of-view. This article seemed more "provoking" than thought-provoking. What is Juxtaposition's true intention? If you would like a "real conversation" with a single parent feel free to post on my blog. I defintiely don't blame my problems on anyone...okay maybe on my parents...if it wasn't for my parents I would be a normal person. Sometimes I feel like the poster child for t
Yeah I guess I am a nice person. But it's kind of scary going to the altar especially if you never done stuff like this before. Part of it is about submitting to God's will...something I really need to work on.
This morning at church something very unusual happened to me. Before I begin though, if you haven't read about the purpose of my blog, then I should tell you that I just recently became a full blown Christian and one purpose of this blog is to document my spiritual journey. Prior to my new faith in God, I was probably Agnostic...maybe he exists or maybe he doesn't...I
You're funny Danny.
You are not the only one who reads in the bathroom. The guys at work take novels or computer magazines when they go. It's kind of a running joke. When people ask when so-and-so will be back, you know that if the individual took a book with him, that there was no telling when, if ever, he would return.
I will probably never get married. I know, “never say never”, but I think in this case it’s a safe bet. It’s not that I haven’t been asked. I have…more than once too. But I never felt the urge to get married and still don’t. Now that has been established, how come no one believes me? Some people think that everyone wants to be married and if you’re not, the
You welcome. Like I said in my reply to your other comment. I don't think I portrayed this experience in a way that it deserves. I hope that as I grow spiritually, I can better explain what is going with me. It's a good thing though.
Thanks...although it was difficult reliving it, it was easier to write than part II. Part II is about a my new spiritual experiences and I am having a difficult time writing about it. It's really way beyond anything I ever experienced. I kind of use to my world making since...black and white, everything in it's place.
My son is the one who brought about my salvation. When he was around 17 years old, he started asking me about God and my beliefs. I told him that I believed in God but I didn’t know too much about Him. My son already knew the story about his own birth so he knew that I felt God intervened. You see although I believed in God, I had a hard time with churches and Chr
Before I proceed, I should tell you that this is not a story about abortion rights. It’s not a story of morality of two cultures and how one culture takes advantage over another. We can discuss that in another article. This story is about a personal experience, a personal morality issue, and the responsibility that I bear. This is a story about overcoming mistakes t
Hey LC, Don't let them get to you. I'm an old lady who *you* would think is boring and so far I have laughed at every one of your articles. I missed the one you took off though so I really couldn't make a judgement about the comments on it. Sometimes it's hard to recognize tongue-in-cheek humor especially in print. If you are writing humorous blogs you might want to pick the humor category...that way no one will get confused but th
I use to read Cosmo around the time I was seventeen...a long time ago. No one told me that the people were not "real" and that the articles were nothing but fluff. Boy was I disappointed in my early twenties (also a long time ago) when I didn't lead an exciting "Cosmo" life. Hey maybe I should charge them for all that therapy. I don't think Cosmo has changed that much, dharmagrl. I just believe you are getting older and wiser.
Definitely going to bring about some exotic fruit....fruit...frui...fru... You go Echo...echo...echo...ech...ec. Wow...wow..wow... There is an echo...an echo...echo..echo... In here...in here...here...he...
Have you ever had thoughts just run amok in your head? They start out innocently enough, like your son going away to college, and then your brain takes off, traveling down winding roads and back alleys, churning out bizarre images and kooky conclusions, like ending up in an old folks home, wearing adult diapers and wondering why the son you put through college never
Thank you for the kind comments. The following quote from the "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" kind of sums up how I feel about my childhood. "In a way I owe all my creativity to her. If i had had an easy childhood i would have nothing to write about."
Ha! I get paid the same regardless.
Dad's voice message: " Paula, this is your father. I have something important to tell you." (He finally figured out that it's not an answering machine and no longer shouts at me to pick it up. By shouting I mean that he thought that I may be in my bedroom and couldn't hear him. Also he would shout over and over as if he thought I was running from said bedroom a
This year has been a time of rebirth. I retired from the Air Force, my son has gone away to college, I have a new job...okay so its the same old job but now I get to wear civilian clothes...and I am a new christian. Oh and I should probably mention that this is my first attempt at blogging. I decided to reclaim my first name. Some where along the line I lost it. I was Air