Ashamed...yep, I sure am...

Sheesh...

I cannot believe it has been so long since I last posted on my blog. So neglectful...I'm truly saddened by this. I missed sharing my views on the things going on in the world and my life in general. This graduate school stuff is time consuming! I just got through midterms and I'm praying for the best; can't get anything lower than a 'B'. That said, no excuses because I find time to Twitter (you already know this if you follow me there, lol). The thing is, Twitter is so quick and easy to do; I can post a random thought and go on about my business. Blogging takes some time and you have to put serious thought to the topics one decides to post. In any event, I'm getting organized and I am coming out of this hiatus because I really want to take my blogging seriously. So, starting today, I will post more often!

Thanks for bearing with me, folks!

How awkward...

It's been a minute since I have posted something new on my blog and it kind of sucks that my 100th post has to be devoted to this, but hey...what do you do? Went to the gas station to put a little gas in my car. After doing so, the machine asked if I wanted a receipt...well, of course I want a receipt because I received a rebate offer on $50 worth of gas and I have to send in receipt copies. So anyway, I wait and wait, and nothing happens. The machine is out of paper and this requires me to go into the gas station. No big deal, right? Well, it kind of is. See my father decided to start working at this particular gas station. This is a man whom I rarely see; last time I saw him was a little over a year ago and he lives right around the corner. While I have truly forgiven him for the crappy things he has said to me in the past, during my parent's divorce mind you, I still feel a bit awkward around him. This is the same guy who has yet to visit his other two children, my brother and sister, in several years. I feel for them, especially my brother because he really hasn't had much interaction with my dad. So when I see my dad, I feel awkward because I think to myself, "Why won't you come to the house and see the your youngest children?" I'm not angry, just perplexed at the way he is able to stay away from them, but live right around the corner. I just wish this feeling would go away because I love him, his my dad, but I guess there is so much water under the bridge. I can forgive but it so hard to forget things and I suppose I'm afraid to trust him not to hurt my feelings again. I never question where my trust issues come from...it started there. Anyway, I just needed to get that off my chest. We all have our issues and I suppose once I get past that hurdle, other areas in my life will be clearer...

Have I told you about the time I won a Nickelodeon contest?

It was a crazy moment and I still chuckle at the way it went down. I was at home and had just been grounded for something, maybe for not cleaning my room or something. Anyway, my mom was leaving the house to go somewhere and, of course, I wanted to go with her. However, I had just been grounded, so she was not taking me anywhere with her. As she starts to walk out the door, a UPS truck pulls up. My parents are asking each other if the other was expecting anything. The answer was no. So the UPS guy brings this big box to the front door and asks for "(My Name)." My parents are asking what this is for and I'm like "I don't know." So, I sign for the box and take it into the living room. I start tearing into the box, mind you, I had never gotten anything like this delivered to me before. Finally, I get the thing open and see a ton of Nickelodeon stuff! There was a letter in side the box congratulating me on my win (I can't remember which contest it was, I always entered a bunch of them, lol). There was all kinds of stuff in there...toys, Nickelodeon SLIME, videotapes of my favorite Nick shows, etc. That was a great moment! Needless to say, I was no longer concerned with not being able to leave with my mom, lol!

Let me tell you (that I have) a secret

I know the purpose of this prompt is to tell a secret, but I'm a fairly private person. And while my "secret" is nothing scandalous or shameful, at least not to me, I always have a filter going when I use these social networking type of websites. But I'll tell you this much...if you ask the right question, I will tell you the truth....