A Passing Grade

The past couple of weeks have been quite chaotic with the pharmacy evaluation looming just ahead. Not that anything major would happen were we to fail the test, but the desire to always succeed is deeply embedded in me. I don't like settling for anything less than perfection, or as close as I can get to it. I don't accept failure well. Just don't have the stomach for it.

So with today being the day of the evaluation, I felt overwhelmingly nauseated with anxiety and fear. As far as pharmacy is concerned, I've always felt a lot of pressure to be the best. To stand out. To excel where others don't or can't. I feel like a lot of people rely on me, so I'm always under pressure. I can't be anything less than perfect because if I am, I'll disappoint myself and the people I'm around. It's a heavy burden that I've placed on myself.

But this story ends happily. After being evaluated for an hour and a half, I received the news that we had indeed passed. Barely, mind you. We needed at least a ninety and we received a ninety-one. But who cares! It's still a passing score! And I am so relieved! And because we passed our evaluation, our company is rewarding us with a free lunch whenever we choose to collect. A very good ending to a very nauseating day.

The Days Of Ol'

I hate working in an environment that is so dependent upon computers, though it doesn't appear as though there are many fields in existence today that don't require a lot of computer assistance.

After spending three hours today with nothing more to do than watch the work load pile up after a melt down in the computer system, I decided that I'm now on the outs with technology as a whole. Granted, it introduced me to the greatest person I've ever known, but I still find myself longing for the days before computers and the Internet.

I remember when I started in pharmacy nine years ago. We had the three computers we still have today, but we also had a typewriter for backup purposes. It was reliable...and I can appreciate reliable. Especially when lots of sick people are staring me down, waiting for me to hurry and fill their prescription. When we were furnished with another computer, the typewriter was removed. The thought was that we had no need for it. That was stupid. If that typewriter had been around today, we could have kept on working instead of falling several hours behind.

I do believe that outside of electricity, typewriters are my favorite invention. They are fantastic and I can't wait to own one. What a perfect contraption for a writer to use when telling a story.

I really, really want one.

Remember Me

Today is Memorial Day. The day of remembrance. In my lifetime I have lost a lot of people who are very dear to me. And today I will think of those people and count myself lucky for the difference each made in their own special way in my life and to who I am.

Those I'm dearly missing: Grandpa Randall, the best grandpa that I could have ever asked for. I will always be your "muffin," and no one will ever make chocolate chip cookies like you! Pauline, who was no blood relation to me, but always treated me as her own grand daughter. Frances, the grandmother I never got a chance to know. Olivia, who lived only to the age of eleven but in that short time affected the lives of so many. I have the greatest memories with you. Bart White, a classmate and a friend since the age of six. Johnathan Hammond, a friend that I miss very much. Nevada and Grandpa Lair, two people I wish I would have been closer to. Justin, my brother's best friend that was taken from this world at such a young age.

One day we will meet again in Heaven and what an incredible day that will be.

The Dawning Hour

...They spent the next moments slowly peeling clothes off one another, stopping long enough with each new removal to explore the treasure hidden underneath. Their clothes laid discarded across the room as felt his way over the rise of her breasts. Gently placing his fingers upon her knees, he easily slid her legs apart, making room for him to enter. He bent down to kiss her, but her hand stopped the landing. She held his face inches from her own, staring into his eyes. "I love you," she whispered...



...He kissed her and repeated into her ear, "I love you. I love you. I love you." Suddenly, her body jolted as if it had absorbed the impact from a mack truck. His entry was hard and fierce, but he slowly pulled back until only the tip lingered inside of her. Then inch by inch, he pushed back in. He continued slow and steady, driving her wild with desire...


...He quickly positioned himself back inside and began thrusting in a rapid and erratic motion. No time for slow and steady. His dick was searching. Looking for something deep inside of her. "Oh my God!" she screamed. He'd found it. The one thing she'd managed to keep hidden from all her other lovers. He started ramming her, with only the thought in mind to keep hitting that one spot. "I love you," he slurred through restricted breaths. "I want you to cum." She could only nod in acknowledgment. Moans and screams were spewing from her mouth in rapid succession. "Tell me when you're going to cum," he pleaded. "I want you to scream it."


...She tried to hold it back. With every ounce of her draining strength, she fought it. But this was it, she couldn't hold it any longer. "I'm going to cum," she screamed into the dark. He sped up his thrusts just as they both exploded. Their breathless moans and screams echoing throughout the house. He came deep inside of her and remained inside even after he'd released all that he could. He stared down at her as they both dripped with sweat and fought for their next breaths. Then he saw it. Her eyes began to water. Her body was trembling. The tiniest tear drop cascaded from her eye. He caught the tear as it began its descent down her cheek. Softly, he took her face into his strong hands...

Reality Yet To Happen

...Their bodies were turned into each other as they laid on the bed.

"Well, I guess we should get some sleep." She rolled over and turned off the lamp. The minutes spent in the dark seemed to tick by at an impossibly slow rate. She wanted him. Her body yearned for his touch more than it longed for air. She laid there, dampening with each thought of all the things they could be doing when her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the presence of his warm lips upon her own.

The touch alone sparked her every nerve into a frenzied blaze. He kissed her, softly running his tongue around the rim of her mouth. Her hands embraced his face, his found the curve of her hips and pulled her closer.

Sliding between her lips, his tongue plunged deep inside. He tasted her for the first time. In that instant, his dick swelled to a size and hardness he'd never known. She pried away, but lingered close enough to still feel his breath upon her mouth as he panted in heat.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He guided her hand down his chest and her answer came in the form of a hardness begging to be released..."

Freedom

"You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything. You've got to be your own man, not a puppy on a string. Never compromise what's right and uphold your family name. You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything..." -Aaron Tippin

I've been told one too many times that Christians are closed minded people simply because we hold tight to our beliefs. But shouldn't we be respected for the fact that in today's society, we can make up our own minds instead of following the crowd because it's politically correct to do so?

Since when can't people disagree with the choices of others without being called closed minded or judgemental? Isn't that just the simple act of having an opinion?

Society as a whole seems robotic, too eager to please. Too willing to slip into the ideas of the mainstream to avoid conflict, to be viewed as accepting. Too scared to stand up for what is right. And yes, there are some things in life that are that cut and dry, right vs. wrong.

Accepting every thing this world has to offer, every thing that comes along is easy. It's the weak route. And in doing so, you lose pieces of who you are.

I'm not implying that the world convert to Christianity, but come on, have a conviction or two. Think for yourself. Reclaim your individuality. Question life. Question choices.

And if you choose not to, then at least back off of those who do.

A Name That Inspires

I only write poetry about the things I am most passionate about. The things that are important enough to be embedded deeply into my core. And up until the last few months, I've been without the inspiration needed to write new poetry.

But I recently married the man of my dreams. My best friend. My soul mate. And though it's not yet legally binding, it's a commitment and a promise that my heart accepts as true and everlasting.

"I, Misty, take you, Soon, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, from this day forward until death do us part."

Those words and this man have given me the inspiration and the passion I've been waiting for. The spark and desire to write poetry has returned full force. I'm filled with the need to express my love and devotion to the man who makes me happy beyond my wildest expectations.

Soon, you are my fairytale come to life. Thank you for sparking the flame that no one else could. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write.