life in the busy lane

So.... Its summer YAY!!! Its finally here and I'm so happy, cause I get fridays off which I will need!!!!! more time to spend with munchies my new kitten. he's seven weeks old and a little fisty cutie. lol

I start my CDA class tomorrow. I'll be going through summer and fall semesters every monday night. ... Fun stuff :( lol So yeah not looking forward to it, but work is paying for it and I will have to have it by next year anyway. so Might as well get it over with. Summer weekends look already to be busy, I think we have the next few weekends planned with pro life music festival coming up in two weeks, and rapsaudy in green next weekend, then plannign trips to chicago and the water parks, and grrr munchin just pulled up a key on my lap top keypad k I think I fixed it grr though to bad I cant fix the f key that he must have pulled out last week.

So I Finally got my tattoo. It's an ankh and an eye of horus. drawn by me. and doesnt it look awesome!!!! my first tattoo!!!!

It hurt like heck too, felt like my arm was on fire. but I got through it without any tears. that really supprised me. guess I'm tougher than I thought.

so... the ank represents the egyptian symbol of life. and the eye of horus is an egyptian symbol for renewal and protection.

I'm very happy with it and i have no regrets about getting it Its all my choice and I'm proud of it and myself.

the writers pathBy: Bonita Templeton

the writer sits and stares at a notebook full of dreams. Pages of her life, of her past, of the path that she has tread in this world. She see's just how far away from some of her dreams she has come. She knows not how she got to where she is today. so she sits and reads, the pages. the pages she wrote in and signed her name to poems and songs leading back to highschool. Some of them she cant bare to read, cause sadly she has come so far from when those things ruled her life. and she see's how some things never change. The writer, sits in tears, she cries how did this happen? wasnt I heading in the right way, then why have I strayed off the path so far? What happened to poems of praise and prayers. been so long since I have written about what used to be my muse. three years or longer since the last poem like that was written. And now her muse has changed. now the writer turns to the page that she is writing today. She writes, of dreams, of love, of anceint ways, she writes of life, of all the good and wonderful things, but she fails now to credit where credit is due, she fails to write on her struggles because she fears them being exposed. She fears the world will see the image of a shattered person, within the writers words, and in reality, she fears thats what she is. many good things have come in this path many things she could never give back, but someday she must write about the path that has truely put her here. and then the writer wont write in shame, but once again write words of praise to the one who has seen her pain. and will bing her to his loving arms again

the Writers struggle with wordless emotions

the writers struggle with wordless emotions.
By: Bonita Templeton
A poem taunts the writers hands, Struggling with a play of words. yet words do not begin to make justice of the things she wants to say. understanding of why she finds herself in this place. is all she asks. some sense in this every day, pace.
So many emotions are pulling her heart. happiness, joy, loss, pain, contentment confusion, sorrow, and shame, yet peace is not here today,.. She grieves a loss that though many days have since passed the pain is fresh in her heart, as if it were but the day before. and no one understands the depth of her sorrow. She tries but finds no comfort for her pain, her tears burn and sting as they run down her face.

She grabs the pen but an image in her mind cant paint the hurt in her heart. no words could measure the sorrow, no paintbrush could paint the despair. But she knows she must move on, with a steady love still holding in her heart.

She moves to another page, Happiness at moments overshadows the pain. happiness covers over the sorrow some days. she thanks the lord for it's source. she knows not what she would do without her love to hold her, to comfort her and console her. He doesn't laugh at her pain like others would.
She thanks her Lord For her love. the one she knows he sent to her. The one she prays would always be there for her. Her love, her love is true, it's strong and steady, is patiently waiting, is all she has to give, Her heart belongs to her love, and he keeps her going. He stands beside her, and makes her sorrow run away. He is the happiness that intersperses with the pain, and reminds her to keep moving, to go on another day.

The writer pauses she has left so much out, But tonight she will hide those thoughts deep inside her as sleep comes to overtake her, And peace that lacks when memories run fast and strong. has come into her heart and mind, she prays this night, for forgiveness and mercy. And this is what she finds.

By: Bonita Templeton

redoing my room

my room looks completely differnt. in the last few weeks I've cleaned, rearanged and taken out old furnature from my room and added new furnature a new futon and desk. I'm really happy with the way it is turning out. I'm still needing to get a few more things to help keep it organized in here. but the hardest parts are done. Now keeping it cleanwill be a challenge.

over the next few months Me and nick will also be tackleing the kitchen and bathroom. hopefully making it much nicer and more organized.

So nick told me this morning that he had a dream last night that he was at my house holding preshy and that preshy was purring, and nick said it was a very vivid dream that he could see preshy clearly. It might not mean much in the long run, but It makes me happy. That nick saw preshy in his dreams and preshy was really happy and helathy.

It makes me feel like preshy is finally at peace. I miss him alot. Its hard to believe its been over four months since i put him down. He was a good cat. And he may not be able to be in my arms any more but in my heart he's there. and thats where he will always be. My preshy, my baby

christian chat rooms and facebook

I now have a myspace www.myspace.com/coffeerockerchristian
, hisholyspace http://www.hisholyspace.com/coffeebeaner
, and face book just look up my name,
profiles so if you want to look me up on on all three of those.

Now down to business. I was a moderator in usachurchchat.com but prayerful who is in charge of the site, has made the decision to close the site. so here with in the next few weeks the site will shut down due to lack of people and participation of the mods and chaters. Its sad.
But I will now be looking for a new chat room. I've gone back to my old one that I started out in. And I remember no one in there. cause every one switched their names on there. I've also tried another one where I'm not to happy but Prayerful is going to so I kinda want to stick where she is(cause its more fun that way). but I am still looking for a new christian chat room so if you have any that you are particularly fond of let me know. Its hard finding a good decent chat rom even in the christian scene.

But then again I wouldnt have nick if I never got on that old chat room. since I met him there. and I wouldnt have near as many close friends , if I hadnt gone there. so Each one had its place, but its time for change... even if change means I have to give up my ban button and mod stat andmake a clean start in a new chat room.

so please help me out and let me know. thanks
Bonita