A Confession

I am not a perfect girl. I am human too and will fail you often I don't have hair that stays in place I don't have the body of a supermodel I am not calm, quiet, nor reserved I won't always love you I am a hypocrite I won't agree with you Irony loves me Double-standards prevail Don't say you love me to get on my good side

All I ask is that you HUG ME I'm shy Talk to me Be interested Be genuine I'm a bitch Fuck love What I say goes I'm sensitive I am brutally honest Don't lie to me More than likely, I am smarter than you, and you know it Protect me I see right through you

I cry Chocolate is my weakness I'm artistic Sometimes all I want is for you to hold me I won't make it easy on you I don't want to hear you like me Honesty I hate you I want you I love you No one cares I'm not a princess nor do I aspire to become one I don't always say the right things You are blind

Taken from an Unknown writer, but sums it all up.

My Grandparents

These are my maternal grandparents Maxwell and Kathryn on their wedding day. It's just a picture of the original photo, but I love it. I know I'm biased, but they both look so beautiful to me, so I had to share it. They are 2 of the 3 people who have ever loved me unconditionally, and completely.

Grandma went by Kay. She graduated from St. Catherine's University in 1936. In her yearbook they wrote that she was "fiercely independent, she likes to read, and isn't very domestic". I guess I come by that stuff naturally. She was really smart and loved crossword puzzles. My Grandpa, Max adored her, and lucky for her, he loved her enough to do most of the cooking and housework. My Grandma was an English teacher and one of her students was Walter Mondale. They had 5 kids, my mother being the second oldest. Grandma had Alzheimer's disease the final 8 years of her life, and died of breast cancer December 13th, 1991. They were married 50 years. I still miss her.

Grandpa was a rural mailman, fought in WWII, and loved to golf. He is one of the kindest most gentle souls I've ever known. I can't remember him ever raising his voice at any of us kids...ever. (even when I peed the bed in his camper when I was 6) He's really good natured and has a great sense of humor. He's going to be 92 this November. He's truly the only person I really consider my family. I adore him.

All my best memories from my childhood are from when I was with my grandparents. They knew my parents "had problems" and really went out of their way to make sure I knew how much they loved me.