It's All About Me, Deal With it!

As paraphrased by a certain reality show host, "You would have to be a complete moron to not realize who I am or what I've done." By now, you may have already guessed that I am a reporter from one of the "smut" papers, as they are called in my little hometown in the knobs. My job is at times so fast paced that I can't sit down and actually breathe for a second. But hey, wasn't there an old saying that went, "Pain is all part of it- the scars are just souvenirs from the ride"? Surely to God there's some way around that.....

Anyway, like my Aunt Fairweather and (adopted) Aunt Willard have explained in my Bday blog(The Devine, Ornery Miss A), I have a love for writing things that involve some sort of protest in them. I don't care what subject it is or what position the majority of the population believes- I metaphorically kick it in the teeth, not backing down for a second, and not allowing a harsh word from my critics(my family, friends, mostly) bring me down. I admit to having a big ego sometimes(lookin' at you, Simon Cowell!!!!), but lately, that ego has died down...slightly.

I would prefer to not discuss my mother's past drug addiction with anyone, simply because that's nobody's business and that what was torn apart has already been put together again. She has been through enough already and I respect her wishes to not rehash the past again.

I have always said that the things I have looked forward to in life was raising hell and journalism, followed by "church" on Sunday mornings.(By church, I mean spending time in the woods.) My greatest loves besides my family and friends has always been both the pen and the sword. Not only do I enjoy writing, but I absolutely love to release the stresses from the day through the most beautiful feeling ever: the drawing back of a bow and arrow. I have been told that I have a certain natural gift in archery, but I believe otherwise. Why? Well...let's just say that the majority of the men in my family have been sharpshooters in the Army. So much for a "natural gift". How can a natural gift be natural if your entire family had the exact same talents? Hmmm....now that's a question I could ponder on for later, but not now. Now, I have an assignment for work that needs to be completed, as well as a new blog. As my Aunt Fairweather says, until then, fair thee well....