Things I miss

I am Maciena

I am.

Tonight I just am.

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I miss the feeling when I would swing on a swing for hours, singing and whatever….then get off the swing for the first time in hours and my legs feel like jello.

i miss the feeling when i wake up from a good nights sleep, and i just know that today is gonna be a great today.

i miss knowing exactly where i stood with people.

i miss eating without regret. whatever i wanted just to eat it, not to watch weight, or be healthy.

i miss the feeling of wanting to be a grown up….how i wish i was a kid again….

i miss the nights that seemed to last forever.

i miss feeling like i had the world at my feet, not feeling i’m at the feet of the world.

i miss the days where i didn’t feel the need to get on the internet….i seem i can’t live without it now….

i miss feeling like i was needed.

i miss not having to remember stupid passwords.

i miss tapes, and recording songs off the radio onto said tapes.

i miss my friends, hanging out with them, laughin so hard that i cry, sides ridged with pain.

i miss being carefree.

i miss you.

i miss laughing at cotton candy, dots, and all things that fall under that field.

i miss watching sappy romance movies all by myself and crying, because that was the only time i could cry because no one would see.

i miss that small window in time where things were so good, i didn’t see then, but it was…and it’ll never be that way again…things are okay now. i am happy and love life…but that window was just amazing it was so short and so full of new things that it was ….well words can’t describe it.

i miss simpler times.

i just miss they way it was.

i miss …
i just miss.

i’m tired of being stubborn….this a my last white flag i have ….i miss my best friend. i’m so tired of being ignore by you, cause that how i feel now…I’ve tried to reach out and strike up anything with you…i know you don’t want to do this online, or on the phone….but i’m so tired of not having you….

just please…something….just something…..please.

Justice Views

Justice Views: "Its been a long three months since I’ve posted a blog…so here goes something

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Ten Things that I’ve learned:

10. sleeping for a few days on flat mattress or air mattress is under no circumstances fun

9. �Staying home for the day and napping with the mommy is amazing

8. Eight thru Five don’t matter

4. Letting go of the pain and pushing through the past is sometime needed to have a good future

3. �Vacations are needed, so is a week of downtime afterward

2. Jet ski’s are the coolest

1. �Always �use a ton of sunscreen"

Jerry "that guy" Boy-man

Walking into the classroom with the washed out jeans, holes in the knees. Wearing the blazer that covers the tee-shirt; hair styled with gel, and the aviator sunglasses, he believes that he controls the world. Speaking with an over-the-top pompous style, he acts as if he is above it all.

Women swoon over him, adding to the air bubble that is his inflated ego. He walks with his shoulders squared, oozing his air of supremacy. He enters late, expects extensions on his work, and acts as if he is entitled to all these treats for breathing.

His smile, as he knows, can make a girls breathing hitch, and he uses this knowledge every chance he gets. He’s “that guy.” Jerry is proud of being “that guy,” he likes what it gets him.

Jerry made his vital mistake one day, when he opened his mouth and his vile, uneducated views flooded out of his lips. “I’m not dating a woman who’s past her prime,” he suavely says. “The varicose veins are enough to keep me away. I will not date a woman older than 40.”

In a class room is a. Not the place to share info about your love life, past, present, or future, and b. Not the place to piss off your 15 some odd female peers. But Jerry has balls, he doesn’t care. He said what he said, and has the confidence to back it up. The teacher gets us back on focus. Jerry seems unscathed. But when he is old and grey, I hope he realized that body appearance isn’t everything. The imperfection is where perfection really lies.

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“That guy” is the reason women hold themselves to such impossible standards. He is the reason that girls stave themselves to unhealthy level, the reason that a curvy girl doesn’t appreciate their bodies. Why when a lady reaches a certain age she believes her love life is over. Why women of a certain age, waits for the day her husband leaves her, trading her in for a newer model. “That guy” is a sickness; to bad our own cowardice prevents us from gaining the cure.

First Blog

Hello Readers.

First and Foremost, Welcome.

Secondly, this blog is going to be extremely short stories, based on everything. My random thoughts, things that I see in life, things I've experienced, people that piss me off and whatnot. A place to put thoughts down about everything. Also to stretch my creative legs, so to speak.

Third and finally.
This blog is a third blog for me. I have my personal blog, http://221825926.livejournal.com/profile
my political blog (using the world political very loosely), justiceview.wordpress.com
and now this blog. Feel free to check out the other two. I have a different voice on each....

Other random points of fact.
I know my writing is not perfect, as I am a creature of imperfection. I miss words, change them, or order them in a way that only my brain can decode. But please hop on my crazy train and ride along.
Wednesdays are my blog days. Sometime I'll be so enraged, that I will post at other times.

now....the welcome ....
Hello, I am Maciena.
I am a daughter of Randy and Debbie.
A sister of Rebecca.
A wife of Phil.
A mother of Haylie.
A friend to many.
I fancy myself a journalist, and a writer.
I am a closet/alone in the car singer.
I cherish my curves.
I cry, laugh, rant, scream, and breathe.
I am a woman.
A person.
A human.
I have belief in God, that overshadows everything.
I have seen miracles, I have seen tragedy.
I have had a few life experiences and lots of mundane times.
I have been loved, and have freely given love.
I am no one truly special or have a lesser value on my life…
I am simply me, Maciena.
Welcome to my world.