Falling apart.

I recently moved. Picked up everything I owned and dropped everything I knew.
I was hurt and destroyed and figured leaving was the best option.
But now I wonder if it really was or not.
I tell myself that I love where I am, and I tell everyone else the same thing. But I cant tell if I have just convinced myself that this is how it is supposed to be.
I am not me anymore, I got left behind when the trailer door closed. I am that last box that got forgotten.
This is not me. I am not happy.
My friends don't know me anymore and those that still make time for me keep secrets from me.
Every day is a struggle. I cant put my heart into this life because I don't have it anymore.
Is it so much to ask that I just want to be happy. That I don't want to feel disgusted every time I look in the mirror or that I just simply want someone to tell me how much I mean to them?
Apparently so.

More on the ACE robbery

Ace Hardware employees brave gunfire to chase thief
BY HALLIE WOODS
HallieWoods@coloradoan.com

Old Town Fort Collins turned into the Wild West Saturday afternoon when a man allegedly shot at two Ace Hardware store employees who chased him through downtown after he stole light bulbs and other items and tried to escape on his bicycle.

Bronson Rhett Quinton, 26, of Fort Collins, reportedly ran through the rear entrance to Ace Hardware at 15 S. College Avenue at approximately 3:45 p.m. after store employees confronted him, said Rita Davis, police spokeswoman.

Bronson then reportedly fled by bike and was chased by two store employees on foot. A private citizen on a bicycle joined the chase.

“We have a zero-tolerance policy on shop-lifting,” said Tom McClelland, Ace Hardware branch owner. “They take it personally when someone offends our store and our customers.”

According to witnesses, Bronson crashed his bicycle on ice, and threw it into the guard rail. He reached into his backpack, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at the two employees telling them to stay back.

The two store employees slowed their pace, but the chase continued west of Mason Street.

Bronson then reportedly stopped, turned around, and open fired at his pursuers. He did not hit the employees and the chase continued. He was later arrested by police.

Ace robbery

http://www.coloradoan.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=200880223016

Music to my ears...

Mi Madre- this is for you...
The basic activity that leads to the love of music and to its understanding-- to what is sometimes called "music appreciation"--is listening to particular pieces of music again and again. Such, at least, is the premise of this book. It's pages are filled mostly with discussions of musical compositions--symphonies, concertos, operas, and the like--that people have found more and more rewarding as they have listened to them repeatedly. These discussions are meant to introduce you to the contents of these works and their aesthetic qualities: what goes on in the music and how it affects us.
The kind of hands-on knowledge of music that is necessary for a music professional--for a composer or a performer--is of no special use to you as a non professional listener. But familiarity with musical concepts and musical terms can be useful, helping you grasp more clearly what you already hear in music. Analyzing things, pin pointing things, even simply using the right names for things all make us more actively aware of them. Sometimes, to, this process of analyzing, pin pointing, and naming can actually assist listening. We become more alert, as it were, to aspects of music when they have been pointed out. And greater awareness contributes to greater appreciation of music, and of the other arts as well.
Since our emphasis is on music, this is where we start--with an actual listening experience, our "prelude" to this book. It will exemplify in a general way some of the concepts introduced in the following chapters, and make understanding the terminology of music, when we come to explain it, seem less abstract and mysterious, more immediate and alive.

So the first thing to notice in listening to this Prelude is that it stamps in our minds a definite, by no means bashful, expressive character. Much music does the same, and we value this expressive force. (Music lacking it we often tend to write off as subpar; indeed, we have a special word for such unobtrusive, inexpressive music: MUZAK).

Thought you would like the ending part. I thought it was appropriate.
Love you

Who is your "best friend"

Ok, so I know I have not written in a while but not having internet readily accessible to you kind of makes it hard.
But this morning I was listening to Pachelbel's Canon and I was thinking about my sister's wedding coming up in a year and how when we were little we always dreamed about weddings and that song and how perfect it was. Although I don't anticipate her having it played in her wedding I just will always make the connection with that song and our childhood. As I thought about it I was also thinking about how much it means to me to have such an amazing family and how close we all are. I was so lucky to have the childhood that I had and to grow up the way I did. Not many kids can say that.
I am so lucky to be able to enjoy classical music (Thank you Mommy) and to be able to have a greater understanding of the world around me (again thank you Mommy).
With that I thought about my mother, and I only have one thing to say. YOU ROCK!
I thought about my friends, yeah they are great and all, on the good days. But my best friend, in the entire world, is my mommy. I know, I am 22 and yes, I still call her Mommy. That will never change. She has created in me only the best of me, all the other stuff, I wish I could say was her fault but I can't. She is indeed my best friend. She stands by me in the times of need and all the other times to but I can count on her in the absolute times I need her when no one else is there. She tells me what I NEED to hear even if it is not what I WANT to hear. She made me become a adult when it was time and not a minute too soon. Can anyone else honestly say this about their best friend? I highly doubt that. And for this I am truly grateful.
I find something, I swear a new thing, every day that makes me a little more like her and it is ok because she is an amazing woman. I, unlike some of my other friends, am proud to be like my mother and to be following in her genes. I can honestly say that it is ok.
I love you Mommy!

Confused

So I have this odd happening I am not sure how to deal with. I was proposed to this morning.
By a man that I know loves me very much but I don't know if I could ever marry him. I was not given a ring, just a promise to fulfill my every want and to give me everything I need.
I know that all this is true, but I am not even dating this man.
I guess once I see a ring I will know

Samuel Robert Davis

I have the most adorable nephew in the world. He was born on Tuesday the 30th to my very lucky sister and her husband.
I have to say I think I am the luckiest aunt in the world.