Category Archives: My Kind of Love

For Heather

I found a song by Katy Perry that I want to share with someone. I hope she reads this…

by Katy Perry

She is a pyramid
But with him she’s just a grain of sand
This love’s too strong like mace and men
Squeezing out the life that should be laid in

She was a hurricane
But now she’s just a gust of wind
She used to set the sails of a thousand ships
Was a force to be reckoned with

She could be a Statue of Liberty
She could be a Joan of Arc
But he’s scared of the light that’s inside her
So he keeps her in the dark

Oh, she used to be a pearl, oh
Yeah, she used to rule the world, oh
Can’t believe she’s become a shell of herself
Cause she used to be a pearl

She was unstoppable
Moved fast as light, like an avalanche
But now she’s stuck deep in cement
Wishing that they’d never ever met

She could be a Statue of Liberty
She could be a Joan of Arc
But he’s scared of the light that’s inside her
So he keeps her in the dark

Oh, she used to be a pearl, oh
Yeah she used to rule the world, oh
Can’t believe she’s become a shell of herself
Cause she used to be a

Do you know that there’s a way out,
There’s a way out
There’s a way out
There’s a way out

You don’t have to be held down,
Be held down
Be held down
Be held down

Cause I used to be a shell
Yeah, I let him rule my world
My world, oh, yeah

But I woke up and grew strong
And I can still go on
And no one can take my pearl

You don’t have to be a shell, no
You’re the one that rules your world, oh
You are strong and you’ll learn
That you can still go on

And you’ll always be a pearl

She is unstoppable

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Posted by on October 17, 2010 in My Kind of Love


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My Mom…

I went home to Burns this past weekend for a surprise party for my mom who turned 60 last week. I was all set to get up in front of people and say a little something about my mom but as it turned out there wasn’t really a chance to do it. So I told her I would just blog about it instead…

When I was in third grade my teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grow up. I raised my hand and said proudly “I want to be a mom, just like my mom, because she’s a good mom.” My teacher told me, “You can’t JUST be a mom because your kids will grow up and leave you old and alone.”
Mom is 60, we’re all grown up. She might be old…but she’s not alone! Considering all but one of her five children have moved back to our home town. She is now always surrounded by kids or grand kids and I think that is just what she always wanted.
Mom has been my inspiration and my hero all my life. She has been my number one support through ANYTHING I have done. Weather it be going to college or working at Wal-Mart, mom has always been my cheerleader. Any time I called to tell her I got a new job she would have her sights set high for me. I don’t know if that puts too much pressure on me but it makes me feel good that she believes that I can do ANYTHING. Even when I don’t believe it myself.

She is proud of us no matter what we do. And I have always been proud of her no matter what she does. She’s always looking out for everyone. She’s always doing her best for others.

Mom has raised five wonderful individuals. We haven’t grown up to become captains of industry but we still have some time.

I love you mom. You are the reason I’m the person I am today.


Posted by on May 10, 2010 in My Kind of Love



Mushy Makes Me Uncomfortable

I don’t like romantic things. I don’t like “mush.” I hate seeing people make-out. I saw a couple walking in front of my house one day and they stopped, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE and kissed…for a good 10 second kiss, and then continue on their walk, arm in arm all wrapped up. First off. Why? And second, HOW? How did they manage to go on a walk all wrapped up like that? I am not mushy. I don’t like romantic movies, I can barely handle romantic comedies. I just got done watching Whip It and the whole time she was falling for the cute boy in a band, it made my head hurt. I didn’t watch those parts. I don’t know why. I don’t remember my mom and dad making out in front of us all the time. I don’t remember them sitting on the couch together cuddling. I do remember them kissing on occasion when dad would get home. And maybe this is why. Ugh and I hate when my brother and his wife lay on the couch together in a spooning position. Nothing makes me more uncomfortable then that. I don’t like outward expressions of love. I don’t kiss Jesse all the time. And I don’t feel less loved because of it. Sure he tells me he loves me before I leave or he leaves. But I think our show of love is a little different. It’s a slap on the ass or a pillow in the face, then an “OH I’M SORRY!” when a corner gets an eye. I don’t feel less loved because of this either. I don’t hold hands with him because my hands sweat all the time. And they get worse around extra body heat.
I can’t handle seeing people express their love in mushy ways. I hate seeing my friends hold hands with their significant others. It just throws me back to days of when I was the single one and everyone was holding hands and I wanted that. And then when I got it, well I didn’t do it, because of the sweating problem.
Sometimes I worry about Oscar and if he’ll be stunted by this, but I don’t hold back my love on him. He gets hugs and kisses all the time. Even from his dad.
I don’t ever expect special presents for Valentines Day, I never got them growing up, and I never really intended on starting. So I never really nag Jesse to get me anything. If he does, I’m surprised and then I give him shit for it. I don’t get flowers, I don’t get candy. And I don’t honestly care about it. Valentines is just another day for me. Maybe because every day with out having out ward mushy signs of it, I know that everyone in my life loves me.


Posted by on February 14, 2010 in Angry Ranting, Introspection, My Kind of Love