Backwards… that’s how I was built.

And why do I say this?  Because EVERYTHING I do is the exact opposite of how “normal” people do them.

I had a friend who I trusted.  We are no longer friends. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt.  I trust them completely unless or until they give me reason not to.  I’m so naïve it sometimes makes ME sick.  Now I sit back and watch how all of these people have taken advantage of me for years.  And I haven’t done a thing to change my ways.  I refuse to let one (or a few) bad apples spoil it for the whole bunch.  So, maybe one day I’ll get lucky and meet the person who doesn’t lie, who doesn’t stand there with their hands out, who doesn’t resort to name calling.  Maybe…  but in the meantime, I’m starting to lose hope.

Anyhow, I’m still me.  Backwards as backwards could be, and totally okay with it.  I’m not changing who I am because there are evil, rotten, down right mean people in this world.  I’m bound to run into a good seed one of these days.  Wish I could write more, but as you all know, I’ve got troll ex’s following me, and the less they know about me and my personal life, the better.  I wish I had it in me to actually write today.  But…it’s just not there.  The laundry is in the washers, and the dishes are done.  Ryan’s been fed breakfast and lunch, and we’re having tacos for dinner.  I’m not in the best of moods today, but this is where I go back and re-read all my previous posts about changing MY perception.  I don’t like the way I feel right now, and I’m the only one who can change it.  So, a few moments reflecting on positivity and all should be right with the world again.


Hope you are all having a great weekend!!



Love Thy Neighbor

Over the past few weeks I’ve mentioned quite a few times, the phrase “Love Thy Neighbor.”  Well, we got some disturbing news yesterday.  Our neighbor was in a severe motorcycle accident.  All we know is that he’s in a medically induced coma and he lost one of his legs.

This young man MIGHT be 30 if that, and he’s a truck driver.  In a matter of moments, life as he knew it is over.  Our neighbor on the other side of us is keeping us informed (ironically, she’s his nurse) and has told us that there have been several “fights” in the emergency room; girls fighting over him.  Apparently he has quite the following in the female relationship department.  As this poor guy’s life hangs in the balance, these girls are creating a scene at the hospital.  Then they show up here, at his apartment at all hours of the day and night, slamming things around. 


I guess I’ve got a few questions here.  What HAS happened to the concept of loving our neighbors?  What has happened to us to make us believe that we can own another person?  What happened to looking out for those in need?  While he is completely out of it, these girls are coming here trashing his apartment because they’ve “been played.”  He’s a young man.  That’s what young men do.  I believe it’s called sewing your wild oats.  So, never mind the fact that this man may never climb the stairs that lead to his home, ever again.  Never mind that as his life hangs in the balance, some immature girls just HAVE to start a fight outside of his room claiming “He loves me more.”  Never mind the fact that IF he makes it through this horrible accident, he’s got a very long road to recovery ahead of him.


This whole situation has me completely disgusted.  People in general have me disgusted.  Yes, I admit I’m an introvert, but even if I weren’t, can you blame me for not wanting to leave my house?  THIS is what awaits outside.  Lovely.  I just can’t get over the sheer ignorance of some people.  His family is at his side, grieving.  Give them their privacy!  Go outside, introduce yourselves, find out how you can help.  Yes, the spotlight’s on you.  You all got your 15 minutes of fame at the expense of some young man who may or not make it.  What the hell is this world coming to.


Well, on a more positive note (as I try to find something positive in everyday) I got myself a wireless printer today, and I’m thanking God my hubby knows how to set this stuff up.  I was going to just go to the library and print out my submissions there, but they have to be postmarked by August 1st, and the hubby and I are going away to celebrate our anniversary.  So… cross your fingers and say a prayer that I get this right.  The writing I’m submitting brought tears to some readers eyes, so wish me luck as well!  Winning this contest would be HUGE for me.


Okay… off for an evening stroll with the love of my life.  Hope you all have a great night!!


Happy blogging, and until next time…

~Kate…a very sad and disappointed Kate