Pondering...

As a married person or someone involved in a commited relationship, do you have a reasonable expectation to privacy? What are the boundaries and who decides where they get drawn?

Should your partner have full access to a journal/diary? How would you react if you found they had read it?

Unwritten

Natasha Bedingfield

Iam unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
Im just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
But the rest is still unwritten

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

The cost of a push

I got my citation in the mail today. I got charged with disorderly conduct and a fine of $122. The sad thing is the court fees where $161 on top of the fine.

So $283 later and I feel like I have been hit again. 283 dollars and all I did was push someone. Such is life... Guess I have to raid the piggy bank :)

Pizza Guy

We ordered pizza last night from the local pizza joint and when the guy came to deliver it, he got out of his truck and I almost fell over.

He looked like he could be Pete's younger brother. He had the hair, the skin and the same build as Pete, which caused me to do a double take.

As bad as things have been lately, this little bit of nostalgia put a smile on my face.

Untitled...

The episode Tuesday got me thinking about a lot of things, especially why there is so much hate in the world.

Maybe I have been living life with rose colored glasses on, but the things I heard coming from this persons mouth were the most hateful, vindictive I have ever heard come from someone's mouth.

Are we a society plagued with hatred toward our fellow man? I know this is just one small episode, but this has to be happening all over the place. Are people filled with this kind of hatred the reason wars start?

What kind of childhood did this person have to be filled with so much hate? Was she beaten, molested or just verbally abused? It is evident that she wasn't brought up in a loving caring environment, anyone that was would not behave that way, at least I don't think so.

I think people all have different ways of dealing with things, but in most cases, there is good in their hearts. At least this is what I thought before Tuesday...