Wednesday, February 17, 2010



When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.

When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I won’t compromise what’s in my heart

It means I live my life MY way.

It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act

a little selfish.

It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I 'should' be....

I am outspoken, opinionated and determined.

I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me, just try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.

You won't succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch , so be it.

I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.

B - Babe

I - In

T - Total

C - Control of

H – Herself

B = Beautiful

I = Intelligent

T = Talented

C = Charming

H = Hell of a Woman

B = Beautiful

I = Individual

T = That

C = Can

H = Handle 'anything'

Friday, February 12, 2010

Pick Me Up On Your Way Down

When my sister Rachel and I were little, her favorite song was this old country song by Charlie Walker, “Pick Me Up On Your Way Down” – every time I hear the song now, (its on my iPod), I think of her, and have it as my ring tone for when she calls me on my cell phone. The lyrics really tell a story, and in some ways matches the life Rachel has led.

You were mine for just a while,

now you're puttin' on the style

And you've never once looked back,

to your home across the track

You're the gossip of the town,

but my heart can still be found

Where you tossed it on the ground

pick me up on your way down

Pick me up on your way down,

when you're blue and all alone

When their glamour starts to bore you,

come on back where you belong

You may be their pride and joy

But they’ll find another toy

Then they’ll take away your crown

Pick me up on your way down

They have changed your attitude,

made you haughty and so rude

Your new friends can take the blame,

underneath you're still the same

When you've learned these things are true,

I'll be waiting here for you

When you tumble to the ground,

pick me up on your way down