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The rantings, philosophies, and memories of a retired military, ex-diplomat, tattooed biker chick, quilting o'lady, pagan college student step-mom.
No guilt trip here - I refuse to to cave into that trap - about anything. Everything happens for a reason (Karma? Fate? Destiny? Dumb Luck? or Free Will...) and it is what it is. I've come to a point in my life where I can accept that.
Eveyone always told me to write a book, because I have so many funny stories, life experiences, unique view points...but, a book? What a pain in the ass. Blogging seemed like the next best thing, so, if you're ready (and there's room enough for everyone!) fire up the bikes and lets ride....
No guilt trip here - I refuse to to cave into that trap - about anything. Everything happens for a reason (Karma? Fate? Destiny? Dumb Luck? or Free Will...) and it is what it is. I've come to a point in my life where I can accept that.
Eveyone always told me to write a book, because I have so many funny stories, life experiences, unique view points...but, a book? What a pain in the ass. Blogging seemed like the next best thing, so, if you're ready (and there's room enough for everyone!) fire up the bikes and lets ride....
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Am I really Welcome?
You know those "Welcome" flags you see as you are driving through a neighborhood? They hang off the porch or are on a wrought iron trellis thingy...they have flowers on them, or they say "Welcome, Friends!" and look so nice...but am I really welcome? If I walked up to the door, rang the bell, would the occupants of the house welcome me in for a cup of coffe and a slice of pie? Would they turn me down if I asked for a cup of coffe and a slice of pie and look at me like I was a serial killer or would they really welcome me in? Somehow, I think it's all a sham and they wouldn't welcome me in and would probably shut the door in my face.
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