Miss Mommy if you're nasty????

I don't approve of people who defame other people in the media, especially when it comes to important ones. Do you believe?

HOTlanta....

So I just got back from Atlanta, my lovely Alma Mater's homecoming was this weekend. And not only did I get to reunite with the friends I miss oh so much from college, I got to see my friend Capri (yes, like the pants) who is enlisted in the Air Force and stationed in Japan and haven't seen in almost two years. She came home for a conference in Denver last week and just stayed so she could play with us and go to her mother's 50th birthday bash. Despite all the drama (some people from college never change) it was well worth the trip. Okay, let's drop the formalities....

Was there something in the fuckin water this weekend that made all the ex-boyfriends from college past want to be scandalous bitches the entire weekend. Yes, I know they say ALL females are evil bitches but we must have taken the weekend off, cause not only did my former roommate get hit on by her ex's best friend, so did I. I can't reveal the details of the scandalous behavior I was involved in, because I haven't confronted the other person involved yet. But, let's just say you never know what people's motives are. You think you know somebody and wham, bam, boom, they surprise you, and the jokes on you. After that, I fucked up and when I say fucked I do mean fucked up my new shoes. Drunk+new shoes+brick steps+darkness+drunk+being a lil tipsy+DRUNK+not paying attention=a heel that is scraped all the way down to the metal pole of the shoe....ON BOTH SHOES!!!!! Have no fear my Mom said she'd take care of them and get them fixed. Thank goodness for mommys. Not only that, but I ran into two people I could have lived without seeing for the rest of my days. Let's just say it involves a combination of the former "drama" episodes just mentioned. Ugh.

The "Y" takes the net by storm...

In a couple of weeks, I'll be putting up my personal portfolio (compilation of my school work) on the net. with-a-y.net. For those short bus riders, "with a y" comes from people pronouncing my name and then without fail saying "ohhhh, like Dana, but with a Y". Ahhhhhhhhh, (light bulbs goin off everywhere). Smart, eh, eh.

What happens when...

...every year without fail you send a former best friend of yours (since the 9th grade) a Happy Birthday greeting? And every year (as of the past two) without fail they don't respond. Do you mark it up as they don't wish to talk to you, too busy for you, or that they do find comfort in you thinking about them, but just can't find the words to say "thank you" after a petty falling out? Do you continue on with your life without them, even though you miss them greatly? Or do you hope that one day, they'll forgive and forget and decide to let bygones be bygones. Oh well...

Pictures of Minne coming reaaaaalll soon...

What I know for sure...

....is that I'm grateful for the place I'm in right now. After years of minimal triumphs, bump after bump, fears consuming my every thought, why before why not...I can finally breathe some sighs of relief.

Over the past couple of days I've been confronted with the stories of the people in my life that I love and care about. Most of them are stories about challenging and trying times for them. Their stories are not only teaching me the power of giving, giving of support, love, encouragement, it's teaching me the power of being thankful for those same moments that I've gone through before. Yet, because I got through I am now able to live and enjoy what has come from it, the ability to give strength to those that are standing knee deep in their sorrows, pains, fears, uncertainties and are having trouble standing on their own.

God has a way of taking us through the hardships in life in order to teach us the beauty of being grateful for the goodships. Though it may not seem that way now, he has a plan for us all. It may not be the life we want, the life we think we should have, but nonetheless it's the life that only we can live. We have the choice to either dwell in what it's not or live the life he already has laid out for us. So many of us are waiting on him-to get us to where we want, should, need to be-instead he's waiting on us. Waiting on us to let go and let him take care of it. If only more of us would trust in him and surrender the one thing that tends to destroy us all, control...we wouldn't be living stress, trauma-free, but it'd be a lot easier to trudge through it. Though I don't know much, I do know this. For sure.

To all my friends near and far, to those friendships that aren't as strong as they used to be, don't exist anymore, never had hope to begin with, and those that have survived the years...I give you my love, support, shoulder to cry on, encouragement that helps you push forward. To those that can't see the light at the end of the tunnel right now, I wish you strength, love, hope, and happiness among other things. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.