I just got a new van. It wasn't possible without my mother. Often times, I've wondered way too much "Why me?" I have a ridiculously dysfunctional family - fractured, broken and missing. My first husband was abusive while I was pregnant. I grew up in weird situations, the poor, ugly, nerdy girl. I had six total miscarriages. My oldest is bipolar. A property management company making off with thousands, and the tenants he left behind who caused thousands in damages, causing us to lose the home we left behind in Colorado and ruin our credit (and no lawyer will touch without thousands on retainer.. because they won't make tens of thousands...) Desperately tired and overworked. Even through last year, I was wondering... why me? How much is God going to throw at me? Is there a God? Does he listen? Does he laugh? But alas, this hath borne a positive post. From me. The ever loving cynic.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
I'm not gay, don't call me gay! Don't call ANYONE gay! What's that you say? But you are gay? Well you are just as guilty sometimes. You see, in the last eight months, we have seen many GLBT strides towards equality and that's a good thing. But the comments from both GLBT supporters and GLBT's themselves is disgraceful.