Rules

I erupted in a huge argument yesterday at work over rules.  One of the guys I work with says he gives up on all this crap.  People should be able to do what ever they want.

The thing that really set me off was when he said that it’s not that big of a deal that Miss California posed for less than tasteful photos when she was younger.  He said who cares!  It was on her own time, before she was famous.  And furthermore he said we as a society just need to get used to the fact that #1 sports figures are going to use drugs and #2 beautiful women are going to pose for pictures.  WHAT!

Are you kidding me!  We have to embrace that and except it as the “norm” now?  I don’t think so! 

Then he went on to say look at this teenage boy who went to prom with his girlfriend and got into trouble.  He shouldn’t be in trouble either.  This is where I got ugly.  I think I even slammed my hand on the table.

My comment with blazing eyes and heart pounding out of my chest came as a shout.  What happened to following the rules?  Why can’t anyone just follow the rules anymore?  It’s in the rules that sports figures do not do drugs.  It’s in the rules that Miss America not take her clothes off for a camera.  It was in the rules of that teenagers school not to dance, hold hands or listen to rock and roll music.  He likely broke three rules not just one.  And his step father says we will be taking this to court!  That is ridiculous!  What are we teaching our kids?  If we don’t like the rules just break them and then we will take it to court and show how wrong they were and right we were.  If the people do not agree with the rules of the school then why are they letting their kids go there in the first place? 

Give me a break people!  We need to start evaluating our morals and inner workings.  Things are getting out of hand in a rapid pace and I don’t like where it is going.

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Today

I can’t even believe my lack of ambition today!  I have the day off from my real life job, so I thought I would give a go at my fantasy life job of writing.  Well as usual my morning burst of creativity washed out my afternoon burst!  I can’t even seem to stay focused on one topic. 

Now I find out they are taking submissions for the Regional Ramblings news letter and the deadline is May 20th.  I have always wanted to put something in there, but have never known how to go about it.  Well today at the library there was a little flyer all bright green and reaching straight out at me.  Then I go to lunch with my mom and in the news and views what did I find?  A little add with the same advertisement.  I think it means I need to get my butt in gear and finish this story that I have been working on!

Here’s another little taste:

The next morning came to quickly for Lizzie.  Exhaustion filled her head with with fog.  Inspite of that she smiled to herself remembering her night of fun.  She rose slowly and began to get ready for her day with Harry. 

Suddenly butterflies began to dance around her insides.

She waved her hand and huffed away the silly little girl emotion as she walked to her dresser.

She was a child the last time she had butterflies.  She got excited about things like leaving the island to go to town way back then.

Now there was a handsome man causing them to awaken.

She decided on the blue and white stripped sweater over her white tank top and tennis skirt. 
She opted on her bathing suit underneath, because the weather man said it was going to be very warm in the afternoon.

“Oh I better grab some sunscreen too”, she said to herself as she checked off another item on her mental list.
 
As she stood in front of the mirror she smiled at the image starring back at her.

Her face was glowing.  Not since she found out her first children’s book submission had been picked for an award had she been this happy. 

That award led to her agent who eventually led her to a full fledged writing career. 

Could it be that Janelle’s wonderful party last night could have been the first stepping stone to her finding love? 

“Oh”, she huffed again and waved her hand at the mirror.  “Why am I being so silly?  It’s been one night for crying out loud!  I hardly know any thing about the man.”

She fiddled with her ash blond pony tail one more time before grabbing the picnic basket and her bag to leave.

I added more poetry today!

Man it feels good to write my poetry! I have been away from it for about a week or more and I have been feeling lost.
It is so freeing to speak what you want to speak and find different ways to do it.
My Thesaurus is one of my favorite books. I got it when I was in High School and I use it always when I am writing.
I love the way it smells too. It smells of an ancient book, like old paper and dust.
Well I hope you enjoy the poem. I hope to be back on here daily.