My Granny...

This the post that made me cry, but I'm going to post it because it gives me a chance to talk about my Granny.  Any chance I get to talk about her, is a good one.  Its been five years and I think I only miss her more as time goes on.  There are so many things that I wish I would have told her before she left, but in a lot of ways, I think she knew.  She was proud of me, and I strive to make her proud every day. Also, every time I pass buy pecan sandies in the grocery store, I laugh.  Any family that reads this has to remember those!  I caught her many times eating them (knowing she wasn't supposed to because of the diabetes and all), and EVERY TIME I caught her, she'd hold one out and ask me if I wanted one... I imagine its so I wouldn't tell on her, although, I never would have!!  

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So on Thursday, September 14, 2006, my family lost probably the most precious gift that we had been given... My Grandmother, mostly referred to (from everyone) as Granny Mac.  Now, GrannyMac had been sick for a VERY long time and we all knew that it was inevitable that she would eventually pass away (although a part of me thought that she'd live forever).  I got the call on Tuesday afternoon that I should be in Winnsboro because it was towards the end.  I was scared and shocked and wasn't sure about what to do.  My initial reaction was to just tuck tail and run, meaning I didn't want to be there and wanted to get a call and wanted to just go to my house.  Somewhere in my mind, I think I thought that if I just went to Lexington things would be okay and this wouldn't really be happening.  Unfortunately, that wasn't the answer at all.  Later on in the day my good senses kicked in and I went to Winnsboro.  I stayed with my Granny Mac the last two and a half days of her life.  I didn't get to really hear her say anything because she was unresponsive, but I was able to tell her how much I loved her and I was able to hold her and kiss her which is what I think I needed.  I'm still really sad about it, but in retrospect, I'm glad I was there.  I don't think I wanted to get that call.  I know that my Granny was sick and that I had some time to prepare for her death, and other people are taken from us so suddenly, but it doesn't really make it any easier.  I don't think you're ever really prepared for the exact moment that somebody you have loved SO MUCH for so much of your life dies.  Today we bury Granny Mac and my heart is breaking a little because I know that I won't see her again for a very long time.  I'm really sad, but I'm also very happy because I know that she's not suffering anymore. 

Tell me...

This particular post is cute seeing as how I wrote it when there were only 3  Saw movies.  Who woulda thunk there would have been a need for 146,000,000 more?!?  


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Okay, so I know that we live in the United States and one of the most precious gifts we've been given are our Constitutional rights.  In these Constitutional rights we're given the freedom of speech and the freedom of press and artistic talent.  I GET THAT... what I don't get however, is how anybody can find so much blood and gore SOO entertaining.  Okay, so if you read this blog, you may have been one of the MILLIONS of people who allowed Saw III to top the box office.  As I'm supposed to be working right now, I took the liberty to visit one of my favorite websites: screenit.com.  It lists movies that are coming out and allows one to view how gory or sexual or violent a movie is before they go see it or allow their children to see it.  Now, I know that God did not make me with a stomach of steel.  In fact, it is the very opposite, its not strong at all... I can't make it through half of the action movies out there and war movies you can just forget (The Patriot and Saving Private Ryan are two that will make me sick every time) (However, I'm a HUGE fan of the Scream franchise, I will watch and own every one that they make, maybe that makes me a hypocrite).  If you've ever been to one of those movies with me, you've witnessed me closing my eyes or covering them up and me turning to you saying, let me know when its over.  Now that that's established... WHY is it SO entertaing to watch a sadistic killer set up these elaborate plans that will evidently murder these unsuspecting people.  I mean, is it really that thrilling to watch these people be so sadistically killed... do you think it gives people ideas?  I mean, I guess in my line of work, I see the worst of the worst and trust me, they do not need ideas.  All I know is that when I'm walking to my car, I don't want to be captured and tortured like some of these people.  Is it NECESSARY to make someone get a key out of a vat of acid to free herself when more than likely her contraption is going to explode killing her anyway?  Is it NECESSARY to  put a man's head in a bear trap and then shoot him in the eye?  Is that NECESSARY?  Now, if you like these movies, I say, more power to you... BUT, does it seriously not make you sick?  I guess God intended us to be different and that is good, but I feel that I am in the vast minority here not liking these movies.  They just do not entertain me.  Give me a romantic comedy starring Matthew McConaughey any day!  That's just my thought... Saw I, II, III GROSS!!! (you can add Texas Chainsaw Massacre (which I watched in disgust)) and Hostel to that list!

Time Traveling

So I hopped in my time machine and went back a few years to a land called Myspace.  It was very barren compared to my new home Facebook, but I ran into some blogs that I wrote on Myspace.  Some of them are stupid, some of them, I thought, were good, and one of them made me cry.  I figured I would bring them over here and tweak them a little.  Enjoy.

Controversy

Here is a topic of controversy... Caylee Anthony.  If you haven't heard this name, then you haven't read or watched the news in years.  I'm not judging you if this is the case, because, frankly if I weren't so anxious I wouldn't watch or read the news either, but I prefer to know my surroundings (however bad they may be).  A brief synopsis is, Caylee Anthony is a two year old who tragically lost her life and was hidden in the woods by family members.  Her mother, Casey, has been on trial for her murder.  Unfortunately there wasn't enough evidence to totally prove Casey's guilt or innocence.  Last week, Casey was found not guilty on all counts of murder and only guilty of lying to the police.  There was a TON of backlash from people who especially relayed a sense of dismay in the legal system.  As a HUGE advocate of our legal system, I say that the legal system did not fail Caylee.  Unfortunately, the prosecution did not do a good enough job to convince the jury that Casey killed her child.  I'm not saying that she did or she didn't.  I have my own opinions, but I won't get into those.  I just say that before we go accusing the legal system of not working and start making judgments about the jurors, we need to understand that the legal system isn't black and white.  Its very gray.  I don't think the legal system failed Caylee at all.  I think that when charged with the task to prove BEYOND a reasonable doubt, the prosecution fell short.  I didn't watch the trial, so I don't know if when the jury was let out to deliberate the judge read them the jury instructions or what they were.  I think that its VERY sad that there are jurors who are going into hiding because they are getting death threats.  I think that society has to remeber that the jury are your PEERS.  I don't think they were idiots, they made the best decision they could based on the information they were given.  I think its time we give them a break...

... And you call yourselves a "Church"?

So today I read a story in The Rock Hill Hearld about Westboro "Church" protesting the funeral of fallen Marine Staff Sgt. T.J. Dudley.  Apparently this group believes that "God hates America and is killing our troops in his wrath."  I mean REALLY Westboro???  As someone who grew up in church, I'm pretty sure Jesus would want us to do unto others as we would have them do unto us.  In fact, I'm fairly certain that's something called The Golden Rule.  Sure, I have trouble following that rule more often than not, and its not something that I am proud to admit.  I guess where I'm going with that is how would they feel if it were one of their family members?  I guess if you have a heart of steel like these people (which is just speculation now) you just don't care about dying loved ones because you're certain that God hates them.  I just come from a belief that we are all saved by the grace of God.  We are all sinners made in His image.  I'm not saying to take away these people's 1st Amendment rights.  I don't believe in that either.  I'm just saying that there is a time and a place for everything.  Personally, I beleive that if there is somebody out there willing to fight and defend my freedoms, I have a duty to them to respect their life or loss of it.  I think we owe it to the families to be understanding.  It does no good to protest the funerals.  It is disrespectful and cruel.  I guess in short, I have one question for Westboro... WWJD???

Welcome!

So, its my first time with this blog business.  Carrie Bradshaw, I'm not, although, I do think it would be cool to be her every once in a while.  I'm also no Doogie Howser, M.D. (remember how he used to sit down in front of his computer after every episode and write on his computer?), I always thought he was so cool.  This is just a place for me to say what I feel when a facebook status update just won't do.  Sometimes I have a lot to say about a lot of subjects, and a little to say about a few too.  Sometimes (more often than not) I say what's on my mind and I get in trouble, but I'd rather it be out there than for you to have to wonder what I'm thinking.  So, that, in a nut shell is what this will be about.  Follow if you want, don't follow if you want, whatever...