~R-E-S-P-E-C-T~

Something most people give out and hope it is returned and if its not, then they think no big deal. For others, its given out only to the people who give it to them first.

I am one of those people who will show respect and hope that I will get it back. However, that's not always the case.

Its a very big issue in our humanly world. People shouldn't have to sell their soul for respect. And if more people had respect for others and themselves then it would be a lot easier for others to respect them.

Disrespect- Any one got a good definition? I do...

A few days ago, I bought an alarm clock. Seems normal right? Not at my house. It was turned into this huge deal. My sister, who I still share a room with, complained about the alarm clock being too bright. Yeah right. It's your normal, average, ten dollar clock that tells the time. Not a lamp. So, she sleeps on the couch because she claims the clock keeps her from sleeping. I said, "Fine sleep on the couch, because I think your over exaggerating."

Well, my father calls me today and says that he thinks I need to compromise. Compromise what? Get rid of the clock I just bought, which I can't return since I threw the receipt and box in the garbage? I don't think so!

There's also a story behind this. Let me explain. Sara has these Love Birds in OUR room. I hate them. You would too, if you heard the awful sound they make. Trust me everyone I know like my friends and Johnny, will tell you that the sound the birds make is high pitched and two notes away from shattering glass!! It's annoying and they make the biggest mess! A mess that Sara ignores and isn't told to clean it up. I have asked her nicely and some days when I just can't stand it anymore, I clean it up for her! Now, tell me, is that giving me respect? Is that fair or even a compromise? Would I have to sleep out on the couch in order to be heard and get something done about it? No thanks. I sleep in bed and deal with my sister's mess hoping one day she realizes what a pig sty she lives in and will eventually clean up her act.

I tried to stand up for myself and my new addition, my alarm clock. However, my dad told me not to raise my voice, which in other words means don't question authority and I knew I was going to either compromise, or give up. So, I compromised. My alarm clock is covered with plastic that has sharpie marker all over it. My brand new alarm clock has to suffer now that it's under my PARENTS house.

I refuse to give in to such disrespect, however, it won't be much longer.

I encourage everyone who reads this to write about a respect issue of their own.

~Scottish Rose Revised~

My life feels like it's back on track. Beautiful, happy and full of love. Which in my opinion is what keeps me going.
Roses have thorns, so does life. Some people like to describe it as a roller coaster, however, i save that to describe something else. I'm in a healthy relationship, the beginning of a good job, and will go back to school soon. I am going to major in psychology. So, if you ever need that help, look me up! :)
There are people I miss and wish I could spend more time with. One being my dad. I am looking forward to the weekend in the woods with him and his siblings. I see it as a chance to bond with them and really get to know my dad and his interests. Being Scottish is awesome and that is definitely something I wish I knew more about. When I was younger, I remember telling my parents I wanted to learn how to play the bag pipes! :)
Johnny is Irish and the names we have come up with for our future children are awesome!
Now, I know to protect the names I have come up with and will share them only after they are placed on a birth certificate. :)
The second night I spent with Johnny, he surprised me at my work with a single pink rose. I dried and saved it hoping it will last me a lifetime. Our one year anniversary is coming up and I've already dropped hints on the flowers I hope to receive.
The mind works in mysterious ways when it comes to thinking about anniversary gifts. The gift idea I received was so sudden and pure genius! I can't wait to get started on it next week. I'm hoping it won't take long to complete.

...::~*Cinderella Story 2*~::...

Well, my day of being on top of the world was yesterday. I got the job, my new hire packet, and my schedule all figured out! 3 Cheers!!!

So I begin orientation on Monday at one pm. Pat, johnny's mom, comes home Monday at four pm, and my last work week at NYC begins and ends Saturday!! Yay!!

Melissa is so nice and I can't wait to start working my real shift at Express care on Monday the 22nd.

"It's like a dream come true!"

"A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep."

And I'll live happily ever after!

...::~*Cinderella Story*~::...

Once upon a yesterday,
I visited castles around the land and gathered applications for jobs.
The kings and Queens were pleased to tell me they were hiring.
I was excited and filled them all out as soon as I returned home.
It did not take my long and it was a relief once i was done.
The next day, I started at the closet place to my house and dropped off the application.
Work went well for me the following day and after my shift, I decided to pay a visit to check on my application. The manager was in also and requested my stay for a short, yet informational interview. I was glad to see that she was pleased in my return so soon and I believe it will help with the first impression of my personality, one she would hopefully want working in her office.
Melissa, the manager, will give me a call back some time by Friday and I hope I get the job...
A little more about this story,...
Ever since I was a little girl, my dad would take me to work and introduce me to his secretary/receptionist. I watched what they did and just fell in love. I knew that when i grew up i wanted to be in their position.
Here I am, 20 years old and finally applying for a receptionist job! I can't wait to hear Melissa's decision. However, being a receptionist isn't what I want to call my career. I will go back to school and become a psychologist. Look me up if you ever need help or some one to talk to.
xxoo
Adrian