Why I Write?

I write because I have something to say.
I write to find out what I am thinking about.
I write to stop the ideas clattering around in my head, because sometimes it gets noisy in there.
I write to regurgitate my thoughts, feelings and life situations.
I write to relive special moments of my life, just to experience them again.
I write because I am a writer.
It's what I do.
It's who I am.
It's a special part of me that I can share with the world

Cell Phones

I hate cell phones. I know they serve a very good purpose for emergency situations, and to those situations, I have no gripes. But truly, I despise people who use their cell phones irresponsibly. Case in point, when you are standing in line with other people who have ears, cell phone users do not need to talk so loudly into their phones as to make everyone else around them apart of the conversation. It's ridiculous! I don't want to hear your conversation! Keep it to yourself! Those people who are guilty of screaming into their cell phones in publlic, are probably the same people who blare their music in their cars with the windows rolled down. Here's a clue... I don't want to hear your music either. So whether it's a cell phone conversation or the music in your car, keep it to yourself, because you are annoying.
Another reason I hate cell phones is because it seems like when people are using them, they lose all their manners. (That is, if they ever had any in the first place.) I work in a service industry. The rudest thing a person can do, is to get on their cell phone when they are in the middle of making a transaction. If your phone rings, why is it impossible to ask the caller to hold on as you finish paying for your purchases? Even better, would it be so difficult to let your call go to your voicemail and when you have left your current establishment, simply call the person back?
Recently, while checking out a customer, I literally had to wait for the customer to finish her conversation before she paid for her items. WHAT GAUL!!!
I have had people in the past, walk into my office, talking on their phone and told me to wait when I asked if I could help them. Here's a hint, if you are going into SOMEONE ELSE'S office, do NOT tell them when it is OK to speak (which is usually when the call is over)! It should be common courtesy when entering an office, to close, hang up and place your phone on silent (especially if you are entering a meeting). I also can not stand "the point". Also known as "the finger", it is given to someone when a cell phone call is in progress. "The finger" says,"You are not important to me. The person on the other line is most important at this moment. You need to wait." Who knew a finger could say so much? Well I know another finger gesture that I would like to give rude cell phone users.
So please, remember to use your manners when using your cell phone. I know that it will make the universe a lot nicer place and maybe, just maybe, cell phone manners could possible end global warming.

Here comes the Bridesmaid...

As we walked into the church, my stomach dropped. There were so many people looking at me! We lined up in the back of the church, all the other "pumpkins" and I, in our beautiful orange bridesmaid dresses.
I quickly scanned the church, looking for a familiar face. However, all I could see were hundreds of eyes looking at me like I had huge elephant ears. My mom walked up to me and gave me a hug. Thank God! Finally, someone I knew. When she told me how pretty I was in my dress, I started to cry. But I didn't have time to be too emotional because it was time to begin. Here it was, the day I dreaded, my little brother was getting married.
When I looked toward the front of the church, I could see my brother standing tall and strong in his formal army attire waiting for his bride.He looked so handsome and grown up. Tears came pouring out of my eyes. "Don't cry! Don't cry!" whispered the other bridesmaids. I tried to hold back my tears, but the emotions were just too overwhelming. I had to dab my eyes and wipe away the tears.
As each of the other girls took their place to take that long walk down the aisle, my heart began to race. "Calm down." I told myself. "You'll be ok!" I took a deep breath waiting for my cue to begin my trek. I tried to take in several more breaths to overcome my anxiety. It wasn't working. Here we go..... I took one step, then another and then yet another. I still couldn't catch my breath. I started feeling dizzy. My legs were like cement and my head started feeling funny.
Suddenly, I looked up and saw my friend, Philip walking toward me. He was the groomsman "assigned" to me. He had a huge smile on his face and I figured he was just as nervous as I was. I began to relax. My nerves were immediately calmed as I slipped my hand into the crook that his arm made for me. I put my hand on his bicep, as instructed by the priest, and we walked the rest of the way downt he aisle, together. We stopped to pose for a picture, and bowed our head to acknowledge the Lord. Then Philip dropped me off and I slipped into the first pew with"my girls". My job was over.
As I stood waiting for the last bridesmaid to join "the patch", I continued to watch my baby brother. He had a little smirk on his face which I knew signified, he was nervous too. I watched him and remembered the 22 years that we spent together. Now, he was beginning the next phase of his life. The doors of the church opened and my brother's beautiful bride began walking toward him. His smirked then turned into a huge smile. As they met in front of the congregation, I realized I wasn't nervous anymore. I was happy, very happy, that my brother had found the love of his life.