Maybe Xanga is not the place to get the word out regarding things that I'm passionate about?  If anything mabye, just maybe I'll start a sheep like trend complex where my blog starts out as a feature... and then all of the shepherdless sheep start following in suit.  Baaaa

A) They disagree with it... no matter how harmless or irrelevant it is to disagree... it will get out there... I might even be linked (ooooh)

B) People might agree, but they think that they are soooooo much more capable of saying it than I am...

C)Some might even write a blog in defense of my blog...

D)Some people will disrupt the whole movement by bashing it as useless topic... And normally this happens by people who have nothing else better in their blog but foundationless junk, where maybe your average day blogger might get a chuckle out of it... and there you go. *click* oooh you were recommended!

E) and of course I cannot leave out the people who have nothing better than to write comments, where at least 50% of the reply comments have nothing to do with the original post.  YAY, because that is definitely the kind of feed back I wanted!

 

bravo, bravo, bravo for the ones who started... and thumbs down for anyone who, God forbid, can't stand when someone actually gives a damn about something.

 

RIP: Racism, Porn, Breast Cancer, Politics, Religion, etc...

 

Babs

 

Disclaimer: I wrote this before I looked at whatever was featured!!!  and sure enough there's a post about this same exact thing almost! *sigh* *smacks forehead*

 

 

My dad... even still he is invincible to me...  Its starting to impact me now... that I have been able to sit on it for a few hours.  And I could be just getting all worked up and worrying over nothing.  But he's an 81 year old who is getting triple bypass surgery tomorrow.  He is a healthy old codger :-p  so I'm hoping and praying that he pulls through.

I haven't seen much of him in a few years.  Maybe once a year... I would have seen him this summer at our bi-annual family reunion... One of the few times that I have been angry at my dad was at the end of last April (or beginning of may?) You might remember the post-- "I hope that he doesn't find what he's looking for... serves him right" (or something to that effect) really that was for my dad.  He was in Philadelphia!  He was right here... like half an hour away from my school.  He wouldn't take the time to visit me... his daughter... his daughter who he hasn't seen in over a year!  I never told him how deeply it hurt me...

I guess I get my terrible lack in keeping in touch from my dad!

He was probably one of the most constants in my life (aside from God)... and I probably made it as well as I did because of him... When my brother was in a city 4 hours away from us, in a group home... Dad made sure to visit him once by himself, and then once with my sister and I.  Its a long car ride with two screaming daughters :-p  We would drive over the huge mountain... one time we had to drive through this fog that was like soooo thick we couldn't see 20 minutes in front of our car!  I was always a nervous passenger so I never trusted his driving... even though he's excellent at it.  He kept us safe...

He was proud of all three of us, and his devotion showed... he was quirky and he had his faults... but him being there for us kept us grounded... he gave us stability... 

Here I am talking about as if he was dying... when in reality the surgery will probably go without a hitch.  People keep telling me to trust in God, but its so foreign to me!  how do I just let it go to him?

Babs