.......madness

Listen to it.
Do you hear it?
The sound of keyboards clanking?
The teacher talking to the students about how loud they are?
The fact that the students just don't care?
Or the fact that they really don't want to be in here?
Have you ever thought abot what someone is really feeling inside?
Or do you just judge them based on what you want to see?
Do you take the time to get to know someone?
Or do you diss them based on who they are on the outside?

Do you know what it's like to be the "nobody"?

Does it make sense that people don't take the time?

That they just don't want to know the "real" someone?

Have you ever felt like someone just doesn't understand?

Do you hear that?

Kids talking about drugs and fighting?

What has this society come to?

Does it make you unsafe?

Does it make you feel like you just don't belong?

Do you wonder where someone went wrong with their children?

Is it their fault, or was it the way they were brought up?

Did they have a choice?

Did they get to make their own decisions?

Did their parents bring them up correctly?

Did they have bad influences around as they were growing up?

What was going through their minds?

Do people think about what their wearing before they leave their house in the morning?

Do they care that they are degrading themselves?

Do they care what other people think of them?

Or are they like me?

Do they "dance to the beat of their own drum?"

Be who you want to be, not what others want to see.

What happened when you were younger and you fell off your bike?

What about when you got older and your heart was broken for the first time?

It's that woman that you know you can count on,

your true, 

one and only,

bestfriend. 

The one you know will always be there.

The woman that wont ever leave your side.

She taught you right from wrong,

she raised you,

to be who you are,

to make the choices you make.. 

She's here to tell you it's okay to be who you want to be,

yet make you realize to make something of yourself,

to show you that it's okay to be different.

Many things may come to mind,

but when i read this description;

the one and only person that comes to mind is, 

My mom 

♥

Love you mommy ♥  

Flashbacks..

A Flashback To 5th Grade...

Fathers Mean More

"There i was that morning,

I woke up with glee

In hope that my 10th birthday would be a beauty.

A great birthday would be nice,

I would love it for sure,

with balloons, cale,

and ten mile more.

It was the year 2004, 

when me and my mom,

left the house,

to go fishing was our wish,

and to catch us some fish,

to throw back of course.

We were on our way, and the birds were singing,

we were driving alone,

when her cell phone started ringing,

it was my dad on the other line.

A while before,

my dad had been sick,

and both of his kidneys had failed,

putting him at risk.

He had lost his leg, 

a couple years before,

and now he is who we all adored.

On the other end of the phone,

was the voice of my dad,

tell my mom to hurry.

He needed to be there in one hour,

at the hospital,

they were waiting,

with a kidney that day,

to save his life it would,

so he took it in a flash.

Major surgery occured,

that summer day,

in hope that my dad would be okay,

I say at home waiting hoping he would be okay,

i say around basically all day,

oh how i cried,

hoping he would not die,

but make it through the surgery just fine,

he made it through okay,

and i was as joyful as can be.

That day I realized I have many important things in my life,

but i realized my father meant more to me,

then he would have ever knew.

My dad he was sick, 

and our family worried,

that he would be okay,

in hope that it was only my 10th birthday."

It's amazing to know that I have my dad as my father figure. He is an amazing man and I couldn't ask for anyone better..♥

Sometimes,

There are many people out there in this world,

That need to realize their priorities,

They need to put what means most to them ahead,

And not worry so much about the things that haven't been there as long,

They need to realize that even though some things are there for you everyday,

And some may only be there periodically,

Some may be a very strong hope,

And some may come and go,

But in the end, 

Everyone needs to be strong enough to realize that there are certain things in life,

That may come and go,

But you need to stick by the things that have been here all along,

Through thick and thin,

Sometimes,

You need to realize even though you may not need that someone,

Just do ME a favor,

Realize how much that person needs you.

Realize that I need you more then you know,

I need you for support,

I need you as my dad.

I need to know that I am a priority in your life.

Actions,

Speak,

Louder,

Then,

Words.

What happened to when I was younger?

I may not be a baby anymore,

But I do still need you...

Have you ever come across a post you couldn't help but reading...?

Do you ever sit here and know you have something to do but are too lazy to get up and do it?
 Is Facebook and Blogs controlling your life?
Is there something you wish you could do to control your overuse of the computer?


Here's what I did !

I was sitting here one day...
I was thinking, "Heidi, what are you going to do today? Swim, run, read, write, text, Facebook? Facebook it was." 
and then...
There was a sudden post that came across my view...


I COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE IT.

 So, I started reading...


"Are you addicted to Facebook? Do you need to get off the computer and do somenthing? Here's what to do! Hit CTRL + W and your addiction is solved!"
So... Me being Heidi, what do i do? Of course I hit CTRL + W and BOOM! 

It shut my page down. 
That's a sure way to get me off facebook, kick me off.

Way to go!

Long behold,

I'm sitting here blogging, when in all actuality I should be getting in the shower and heading off to the workplace where i feel like i spend every waking moment of my life when I am not at school and sleeping. 

I'm off to see the wizard...
The wonderful wizard named......

MY BOSS.



♥


 

Un-named

The Real Me...

 I've always been taught to be myself. I am who I am and nobody tells me otherwise. At times I do let people get to me because they can't accept who I really am, but in the end everything goes back to my belief. 

I wear my heart on my sleeve, I am not afraid to tell anyone how i feel about them, what I think of them, I tell it like it is.

Number one thing to remember about me,

I am, my mother's child. ♥