Black Cat

Two days ago.

The family and I were about to go to bed. The baby was asleep, and the wife had turned off the lights in the living room, and then we heard a meowing from outside. She looked out the window and saw a black cat sitting in front of our door. I opened the door a crack and it tried to get in, but i was able to stop it without touching it. It kept trying to come inside, almost like it was familiar with us and the apartment. No collar, no tags, nothing. Seemingly a stray. It acted like we were the owner.

It was just weird.

It left, but came back when the Mrs. talked about. -Three times.

Blab-blab-blab

Who am I and why am I here? Everyone asks this question, and few know the answer. I am no exeption. Some days, i feel as though im almost sure of who i am and what my calling is. Days like today. I havent got a clue.

I feel i know some people, but they arent who i thought they were, they claim they want to change, but show no effort to do so. Im beyond confused on who i am and who i am supposed to be. Its scary to not even know your place.

I feel the need to do some searching. Searching for myself again. I thought i found myself a long time ago, maybe i did, but maybe i didn't. With age, i seem to be changing out of my "self" in a sense. Shit.

I'm lost. I need a map. I need to find the Micah - or Joseph within myself.

Hero

I'd like to be a Hero. Have powers, save the day, protect the good people, and put the bad guy behind bars. I can't be that kind of hero, but i can be a hero to my son.

I was there for your first breath,

I was there to help bring you here,

You were there when I first cried ,

the tears of joy to being your dad.

I loved you before i knew you,

I held your hands for your first steps,

You let go to walk on your own.

I helped you with your first words,

You made your first sentence.

I want to be your hero, I want to be there when you fall

not to pick you up, but to lift your spirit to try again.

I will be there for your bad dreams and pleasent sleeps.

I will show you how to tie your shoe, for your first day of school.

I want to help you pack your lunch, you will want to make it your self.

I will teach you to ride a bike, you will tell me when to let go.

I will be there whether you win or loose.

I will be there to teach what you want to learn.

First, second, third, or last place.

Im still going to be there for you.

Ill still be your hero.-

My Motto-

"See thy canvas, understand thy medium, know thy inspiration, love thy creation."

In my mind means this:

See thy canvas - find the canvas of which you see your work on, where it be a wall, a body, a freeway overpass, or simple paper. You have to 'see' the possibilities of the canvas can hold before the work has begun.

Understand thy medium - You have to understand the possibilities of the medium your using, paint, ice, pastels, a camera, or crayons. You have to know what your medium is capable of doing before you can do it.

Know thy inspiration - Your inspiration is important to your work. Without an inspiration, the work would not exist in the soul, heart, mind, nor on canvas. It could be a loved one, a sunset, or an empty field of grain. Every person is difrent, just like every animal, every snowflake, and every work of art. Every work has a diffrent inspiration.

Love thy creation - When the proper emotion is put into the work; the right inspiration, the right medium, and the right canvas, it all shows within the creation. In your eyes it may be a painting thats pretty good. Others may see brilliance. Others will share the emotion you had as you were working on it, or even inspire them to create something of their own. This creation is like a child, you made it, you helped it to become as is - a well rounded work, a masterpiece. When you put forth the love, the care, the time, you truly come to love the masterpiece you have created.

Not my Day

This morning my temper has been short. I have no patience for much of anything. My alarm clock this morning was one of the carpoolers knocking on my front door. Last night my boy kept crying, seemingly without reason. So i had little sleep. His crying continued this morning, it was making me mad, but I still kept it together. We and the carpoolers piled in the car. Their was somone blocking the road, and i like to lost it. I turned around and started yelling and swearing, the poolers fell silent. I dont know exactly why that set me off. If someone would have honked at me while still or given me a problem, im almost sure i would have hurt them and/or slash their tires. Maybe. Again. NOT a good day for me.

Freedom Isn't Free

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA , AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL! If Muslims can pray in Madison Avenue, why are Christians banned from praying in public and erecting religious displays on their holy days? I was asked to send this on if I agree, or delete if I don't. It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a problem in having 'In God! We Trust' on our money and having 'God' in the Pledge of Allegiance. I believe it's time we stand up for what we believe!

Classes

Im in my second semester now, and im thrilled to say I am taking a photography class, a digital imaging class (aka Photoshop) and College English. I like taking photos, I like to play with them, (just have to get familiar with the software) and I speak one of my classes, so it should be fairly easy. I didnt realize untill yesterday how much I like doing camera work. I personaly think im alright at it. Some one told me that my shots are better than his. Im not one to be the judge of that though.