Read, Write, Ponder, Pray
Well I am back in NY for a while. It is good to be in a place somewhat familiar to the place I call home. Where is home I once asked. Another said it is where the heart is. Where is home to you? This world is not my home. The more I see what life is like away from college I am glad that this world is not my home.
On a personal note I am sick of everyone saying "Happy Holidays" what ever happened to "Merry Christmas" All of this "politically correct" jargan so as not to offend anyone is killin' me. let's go back to square one why celebrate the "hoiliday" why don't we all work straight through why do people get holiday pay? Hello a baby in a manger Mary, Joseph, wise men, shepards... we all know the story, so why try to verbally act like it did not happen when in our jobs and "festivities" we evidence what really happened that night in Bethleham.
I guess I had to get that in for a personal note. Life is all about flexibility, or at least so it seems. Verbology is my weakest strong subject. I would rather write it to someone versus tell it to them. Weakness or strength I will let you be the determinite. I have a couple letters I have been wanting to send, but they have sat idle in the place where they were penned. This Christmas I have made a schedule as to the places I will be and the people I would like to see. Somehow things never seem to turn out the way I would like them to. Time after time it too seems as though everyone is still left desiring what they did not get. I must be hurry to wrap this up for my mother and I have some CHRISTmas shopping to finish. To check in later I will till then MERRY CHRISTMAS