Laura's Corner

Once Upon A Time....

Posted by Laura Beyer on Sept. 21, 2011

There was a little girl; she was raised in a home to be “morally correct”, to smile and say hi and to be agreeable more often than not.  Move over Mrs. Butterworth, we are no longer having pancakes for breakfast.  I’ll take a Bloody, thank you very much.

Why do I write?  Well, number one, because I can and number two, let’s just say I’m way too busy to figure it out.   I wasn’t blessed with a singing voice, nor athletic ability.  I can dance a bit, but not enough to win Dancing With the Anythings.  One thing I know for sure is this.  I have enough experience to know better.  Whether I do better is scrutinized by many, yet, over all, I like me.

For those of you, who believe you know me by a few paragraphs once a week, let me fill you in.  I am honest to a fault.  I may hesitate yet if we like one another enough, I will tell you when I think you’re being foolish.  My friends, the ones who love me, roll their eyes more often than not.  I am sarcastic, witty, intelligent and kind.  I would never go out of my way to harm someone but you best believe if you stepped on my friends or I, I would be the first to call you out. 

My life is simple.  I am single, spontaneous and say yes more often than not.  I am the girl who takes chances, unafraid to walk into a tattoo shop for my latest greatest.  I like hard, love harder and remember things.   I like to kiss and hug.  I sleep in a completely dark and silent room.  I have four pillows, three blankets and a teddy bear.  I talk to and compliment complete strangers.  I call in complaints and give justice when due.  I rarely drink, refrain from smoking and drink a Mountain Dew or two every single day.

I write from experience and frustration yet my purpose in life is simple.  I want to see you let go and see the light.  I want you to be happy.  I want you to rid yourself of toxins regarding relationships and more.  I speak from the silence which so many utter.  If you’re thinking it or it has been on the tip of your tongue, it’s been on mine as well.

Do I mean to offend?  Not necessarily.   My goal is to wake others up from their sleep or denial.   No one has to follow the crowd.  We do not have to become products of our environment. 

My father was my best friend.  It wasn’t always roses, sometimes thorns.  If he were here, he would state I saved his life.  Through his passing, he saved mine. 

My mom, well, let’s just say the Eeyore and Tigger theory come to mind.  One is down, the other, up.  I have three sisters who I speak with less often than not.  My oldest is gone, youngest with me.  I have a large extended family that I have fond memories of.  Like Pee Wee, I am a loner, Dottie, a rebel.  I take care of business and keep my eye on the prize.   

Am I harsh, well, depending on your sensitivity filters.  Let’s just say if you’re on a dark path, I am going to verbally grab hold.  If you’re out of control, along with your children or animals, I will say something.  It may not always be funny.  You may not walk away smiling.  Yet, later than sooner, you may thank me for it.  Then again, you may remove me from Facebook, never to see or hear from me again.

I write because I care, I love and I desire the same happiness for you as I have for myself.  I have the life most dream of.  I love myself, express myself, sing and dance everywhere and laugh if I think something is funny. 

That said, I appreciate each and every single person in my life.  The ones who take the time to read my articles and comment.  Most important, the individuals who love me, know me and appreciate me completely.

Until next time.