Unbelievable
Posted on March 12th, 2008 by admin
Remember this….? 
The person who did it is now a deputy sheriff here.
I’m curious just how the hell a person gets assigned to live their particular life? I mean - just who the hell did I piss off at the life assignment table? seriously.
ARG! Just goes to show that a persons “position” isn’t a guarantee of their character. The opposit is true too. Good luck with KC.
That’s not you, is it?
I have already spoken to the picture, now what tugs at me to be spoken to is the comment here… There are varied opinions as to who runs the “life assignment table” to me, at least right now, that is irrelevant. What matters more to me in this very instant is that you are questioning your plight. I get it. I’ve done it. No one has been there to straighten me out though. Here….let me try, my dear friend.
That’s over. Yet another thing that did not kill Catonya. Crazy that the hits keep coming, yes. Will they stop landing so aptly in your world, maybe…history has proven that the answer is much more appropriately answered with “probably not”. Do these things that don’t kill Catonya make her stronger? I hate when people tell me “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” and really think that will allow me to deal with another of those aptly landed hits, smack dab in the center of my heart. No, that’s the biggest sack of horse shit out there…No, you fucking, well-intending, must-have-seriously-been-deprived-of-gut-wrenching-incident, it does not make us stronger. We are already strong. We pick ourselves up, if we even allow the hit to stumble us enough to sway us and amazingly knock us to the ground. We don’t dust ourselves off, some of us like a little debris clung to ourselves. We don’t carry on, that always sounds so “don’t have any other choice”. We prevail. In everything we do. The best peanut butter and jelly sandwich known to man, but moreover to my sweetest son. The most reassuring nod in my beautiful daughter’s direction while she is spilling her guts. The only person who has hands soft enough to caress my step-daughters malnourished body with badly needed lotions in a way that leaves her like melted butter, sitting on my lap for nearly half of her bi-weekly visit…breathing and soaking up way more than the lotion. The sharpest raised eyebrow that can send any man backing himself towards the closest exit. The softest, most tender kisses that can swing from evoking riddles and riddles of laughter from my children when they are planted directly into that tickly spot in their necks, to banishing all of their tears for whatever reason they have been brought on, to amazing my husband into a blissful state of happiness even after all these years. Feet that ache but still when planted in the middle of a situation become the end-all of injustice and/or stupidity. A mind that can wrap around the ins and outs of my industry but still cannot understand a comic strip. I could go on…and I might later. You know why you were blessed with the life you have been given. You have your list too, Catonya. Write it out. Read it. Remember it all the next time someone tells you one of those dreaded cliches or hands you a bit of their unwarranted opinion or the next time that one of those blows swaggers you. Keep that list close at heart, close at mind. “Fuck off.” works too…it’s not just for white trash anymore. Go ahead. Give it a go. Say it out loud, right now “Fuck off.” I feel better already.
Prayers, hugs and much more words than you wanted,
Sheila