1.  I learned about weddings when I was 11, and one of the women at our family’s church had been engaged the night before.  She and several of her friends were standing around after the morning service talking about it, and it was the buzz for the afternoon it seemed.

I only knew a couple of the women, but my curiosity has a way of overriding my ( Read more... )

I'm calling time at 2:08 EST.  My Bear411 profile is officially deleted.
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M•A•C makeup has a new spokeslady. Wonder Woman. These pics are from the Bloomingdales event. I blame my friends for bringing me here.

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Okay, I've been asked what the Choose Your Own Adventure Project is, so I thought I would explain and give an example

A few years ago, there was a meme going around (and still is if I remember correctly), where people would say, "Send me an e-mail, and I will make something and send it to you."

I don't know how that project got started, but I got a ( Read more... )

Okay, so I have a character flaw.  I over extend myself.

I wanted to post something every day for a year, but I began to get stressed about it.  It wasn't that I ran out of stories, but I ran out of time, and I got far behind.

I know some of you are thinking, "I was waiting for this to happen."  Well, you were right.

Well, I am making changes. ( Read more... )

Okay, so I'm behind in my 365DOM project.  I need some motivation, and one of the people who has been reading my posts asked a question and it gave me inspiration.  But that one is going to take some time.

So, since I'm writing about myself, do any of you have any questions?  I can't promise to answer them all, at least not immediately, and I can't ( Read more... )

1.  A FRIENDLY CHAT

For the last few days, I had been having an e-mail/facebook chat war with a woman who is hell bent on saving me.  It began as a simple set of questions about my story of Church Camp, and whether or not that was the turning point that made me into an athiest.  I responded that there was no turning point, but I had to admit that ( Read more... )

These are three stories and or ramblings that I have in my head, and they are told in no particular order and with no real theme.  In some cases, they are just streams of consciousness.  These are memories and thoughts that are a part of me, and after The Retreat, I needed just to put some stuff down and get them out of my head.

I might expand on ( Read more... )

(THE BURDEN OF THE TRUTH)
"You ever skip stones?"

Gregory stood by the lake, eyes puffy from crying and his hands stuffed in his pockets, and asked this question without looking at me.  When we had arrived at the clearing, I had assumed we would talk as he requested, not skip stones. But, knowing that Gregory was already upset, I didn't press him.

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(THE FINAL SERMON)
With a night of relatively decent sleep, I woke up with a moment of utter clarity.  Before I had a chance to comprehend where I was, and before I had a chance to let the fear creep in, it occurred to me that I hadn't made but one friend in the previous three days of The Retreat.

This was not a new concept, I was a loner in school ( Read more... )