Just when I start to think that things are going well, a wrench is thrown into the mix. I was told in a text message that my cat was put down today. While there is debate about how old she … Continue reading
Just when I start to think that things are going well, a wrench is thrown into the mix. I was told in a text message that my cat was put down today. While there is debate about how old she … Continue reading
My goals for the next few weeks are to begin to incorporate exercise into my schedule again, start attending a weekly Bible study group, attend church weekly, and take care of myself. I need to stop spending money on needless items when my budget is already as tight as it can be. I need to become more independent than I am now.
I just need to live, better.
Why? Because we LOVE to complain about EVERYTHING…especially on public social networking sites.
Well, I watched the F8 conference live (without sound since I was in Contracts) and became extremely excited about the new layout. It is hard to think that you can improve on something that is already as addicting and central to socializing as Facebook has become, but somehow, Mark has done it again.
I found a way to jump onto the new platform before the official release in a few weeks… I was nervous about the switch even though I anticipated liking the changes. Let me tell you! This is AWESOME! Yes the layout is different and slightly reminiscent of Myspace, but it is more user-friendly and focuses on the main reasons people use FB anymore–Pictures and Events.
And, what is nice, is that I do not have to worry about seeing all the “I hate FB” and “STOP CHANGING” statuses because there is no ticker in the new platform
P.S. The timeline is GENIUS!
I cannot believe that Demi L went through a similar situation. It makes me feel like my story isn’t as uncommon as I used to believe it was. If you have a minute, you should really listen to her new song “For the Love of a daughter” the lyrics are really touching and you can almost feel the pain behind the words.
Fathers don’t realize the impact that they have on their children’s lives, whether or not they choose to be a part of it.
“Four years old with my back to the door
All I could hear was the family war
You’re selfish and always expecting more
Am I your child or just a charity award
You have a hallowed out heart
But it’s heavy in your chest
I try so hard to fight it
But it’s hopeless
Hopeless
You’re hopeless
Oh father
Please father
I’d love to leave you alone
But I can’t let you go
Oh father
Please father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
Oh
It’s been five years
Since we’ve spoken last
And you can’t take back
What we never had
Well I can be manipulated
Only so many times
Before even I love you
Starts to sound like a lie
You have a hallowed out heart
But it’s heavy in your chest
I try so hard to fight it
[ From : http://www.elyrics.net/read/d/demi-lovato-lyrics/for-the-love-of-a-daughter-lyrics.html ]
But it’s hopeless
Hopeless
You’re hopeless
Oh father
Please father
I’d love to leave you alone
But I can’t let you go
Oh father
Please father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
Don’t you remember
I’m your baby girl
How could you push me out of your world
Lie to your flesh and your blood
Put your hands on the ones that you swore you loved
Don’t you remember
I’m your baby girl
How could you throw me right out of your world
So young when the pain had begun
Now forever afraid of being alone
Oh father
Please father
I’d love to leave you alone
But I can’t let you go
Oh father
Oh father
Please father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
For the love of a daughter”
“You don’t give them space. Just when they tell you they don’t need you anymore is exactly when they need you most.You have to fight it. You have to show up. It’s when they’re pushing you away, it’s when they’re telling you they know better…that’s when you have to show up.” Sarah Braverman (Lauren Graham) in “Parenthood”
You never think that you wish your parents were more protective, more nosy, more involved when you are a teenager. Yet, looking back now, I wish my mom had been. I wish she had talked to me about boys and sex and life. I wish she had warned me about drugs and told me about her experiences. I just wish I had seen my mom as friend and a real person.
It seems weird to think that I will actually be stricter with my children, but I want to be. I want to tell them about the mistakes I made so that they can learn from them. I do not want to sit back and watch them make the same mistakes I made. Yes, they will make mistakes but I want to make sure that I am there to help them through.
I want to go back and relive my childhood and tell my mom that I want her to ground me, to ask where I’m going and to be able to tell when I was lying.
I just wish she had pushed back.