In My Words

wow. i hadn't realized how long it had been since i have posted anything on my blog....too long. as most bloggers do, i tend to use this space as my "external journal" if you will and i didn't realize how much i had missed it until i thought about all the stuff i could write about.  i guess that means i have some catching up to do then. hehe. well let's start with this: Police: Gunfire exchanged between vehicles near Brockton playground - Brockton, MA - The Enterprise yuck. i don't like this one bit. it happened across the street from me. literally . the address the shell casings were found at is directly across the street. while i do not like this most recent shooting it does not make me feel unsafe in my neighborhood. perhaps i should be since it happened while it was still light out but i know that these shootings are targeted.  not that innocent people don't get hurt sometimes, yet is that a reason to live in fear? similar to my last posting i think ...

You know that country song, sounds like life to me? well it's pretty great and if you don't know it you should give it a listen.  anyways, the song is about this guy who has started drinking again because the washing machine broke, his wife is pregnant, and he's just generally feeling like life sucks. his friend essentially tells him to buck up, suck it up and stop feeling sorry for yourself. his actually words are   it sounds like life to me it ain’t no fantasy It’s just a common case of everyday reality Man I know it’s tough but you gotta suck it up To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy It sounds like life to me  The song really makes me think about my own life and how i tend to be a little dramatic sometimes (i know, it's hard to believe) . but, i tend to get bent out of shape over the little things rather than the bigger ones. if there is tension with me and a friend i will literally lose sleep over it while i can get laid off and just "go with ...

i LOVE summer. this is a fairly new love for me, i used to be a fall/winter kind of girl but not anymore. like right now as i am sitting in my house listening to the heat kick on I am cold...and that's with a blanket over my lap too. i wish i could open the window and listen to the birds chirp outside and feel the warm breeze on my skin. doesn't that just sound so inviting?! i keep reminding myself that it is just around the corner and with the beautiful 60 degree weather we have been having (minus the past few days of solid rain), i am starting to believe it. my love of summer began when my family bought a cottage on west  island. it is one of the most peaceful places to be. we can just grab our towels and walk down to the beach. writing about it, i can almost feel the sun warming my skin while i sit on the beach. hmmm... one of my favorite things to do is ride out on my dad's sailboat. i am much more of a power boat girl, but i'm certainly not going to give up...

i am a sucker for "the good ol' days". you know what i mean, the days back when a community acted as such rather than the now-a-days every man for himself attitude. more specifically i miss what i have heard of what my city used to be (keep reading, more on that below). unfortunately i never knew it as that community-oriented place. but i still miss it. i think you all have an idea of what i mean though, you have probably heard similar stories about places near you or even your own towns. like this photo of downtown brockton...it was a HOT place and anyone who was anyone was there (especially when hometown hero Rocky Marciano came home as in this pic)! while campaigning for his presidency even JFK made several stops in brockton because it was such the place to be. movie stars used to come here because they chose to. so my question is what makes a place turn from such splendor into a rather depressed area? sure we've all heard that it was when the shoe factories mo...

i turned down a full-time job on friday . It was a full-time job with benefits at the Juvenile Resource Center (JRC). why ? i would have had to give up my current job at the boys and girls club in brockton and i just couldn't do it. most of the people i talked to about it told me hands down to take the full-time job. of course i should have, right? benefits, good company, an actual salary. but i didn't. i chose to remain at the teen center. again, why? i have wondered this very thing several times just since friday. BUT , i call it a God thing. Some call it woman's intuition, and others have different names for it. whatever you choose to call it, i feel called to work in this community and with these kids. right now, i feel that "pull" to remain at the boys and girls club. the kids can be mad and angry but also fun and lovable. i get it. if i had gone through half of what some of them have gone through i would be angry too. i would take it out on others ...

So for a few weeks now i have been contemplating creating my own blog space. alas, here it is. Not that i think many people will read it, but merely because i am intrigued with the whole concept and find it a great way to "get things off my chest". i cannot promise i will be very good at updating this here blog, or if it will be something that anyone will even want to read. But it will be my thoughts, my feelings, my general ramblings on life. Those that know me well are probably thinking : "I'm surprised it took her this long to find a space to ramble on and on...!" however it has taken me so long because i had to leave my thoughts of writings = college and papers behind. For 7 years writing, meant papers. it meant writing about what someone else deemed important. and yes, those topics were (and still are) important however they were very rarely my passion. ugh. how many pages must i have written over the ye...