jan 25,2011

I got up this morin not feeling the best but my friend called and my sprit was uplifted then my dad called and had me all to hell -he dont know whats been going on with me.. well he wanted to know why i wasnt working and i told him i've been sick and thats all it took he said i didnt sound sick that they was nothing wrong with me that i need to get my ass out and plant a garden and do a little hard work and i started crying and told him i loved him and he said he loved me..but the point of him calling me was to tell me i need to call his girlfriend it was her birthday and they think she's got cancer...i hate that very much that she's sick and pray for her i am glad dad has someone but the point was he didnt call to check on me he wanted me to call his girlfriend..Her and i have never got along but i dont want nothing to happen to her or noone for that matter..so after i got myself together from talking with dad i called her and got her voicemail so i told her voicemail to have happy birthday and have a blessed day that i loved her...thats all i can do ... SOMETIME I JUST WISH PEOPLE WOULDN'T CALL ME AND Give ME BAD NEWS BECAUSE RIGHT NOW I CANT HANDLE THINGS LIKE I USED TO  I KNOW LIKE MY DR. SAID LET IT GO TO VOICEMAIL BUT WHEN I SEE MY DAD'S NUMBER I NEED TO ANSWER IT BECAUSE I THINK SOMETHING MIGHT BE WRONG..but he never calls unless he's snow in or need to talk about hunting and fishing..i guess he's a different breed..seem like the older people can just keep moving and push things down and keep going but i guess all that falls back to how my dad was rasised.i understand that but he always seem to make time for me when mom was alive..one of my favor memories of him was takin me bluegill fishing at the lake when i was little and going coon hunting with him...he had me on a horse before i could walk he taugh me how to do things to live off the land and taugh me how to get in and out of the woods if i ever got lost but never just a hug and tell me he was proud of me...lol one thing about i can shoot the eye out of a needle i guess things are different and the people are different in the mountains of west virginia and now that i am gone from up there i see things different i see my oldest brother doing the same with his girls but thank god they moved away and got out of that little town and went to school...i just need to vent and get things off my chest..peace and love to all and may you fine some peace in this day...