6:00 am

I wake up every day at 6:00 am thanks to a kid who was up by 5:00 for six years. Now he sleeps until 10:00 and I’m still up. Whatever! *rolls eyes* My point. I wake up every day in time to catch the news, which just makes me sad. People killing people, mad at people because of who they choose to love or the color of the skin that God gave them. Really, people? I try to put myself in their shoes, to understand where such hate can come from. I feel that way about folks who abuse kids and animals, and while society says that is acceptable, it’s really not. Malice isn’t acceptable, no matter what. If I were in the room with someone who sexually abused a kid, I would truly try to kill them. So, I guess I’m just as bad as the idiots who actually carry out their plans.

I’ll try to work on that. I think sometimes people think I’m cheesy, but this is really the way I am! My heart swells with emotion at least five zillion times a day. When I believe in something, by God, I believe in it. When I say something (unless I’m clearly joking) by God, I mean it. Am I the only one? Wouldn’t be the first time.