My life is a story book…..
Well… It has been a long ass time since I have posted anything on my blog. Life just seems like a tornado. Constantly spinning, twirling….. I never know where I am going to land. Sometimes… I wish a tornado would just carry me away. In a dream… or in real life.. just to leave this world for awhile. It is too hard to live right now. As I type this… I am drinking some rum n coke. Been drinking for a few hours now. So freaking sad that I can not go to Rocklahoma… AGAIN… DAMNIT!!!! Again….. !!!!!!!!!!! Always too poor. Never enough money. Well… getting drunk tonight. That is for sure. My mom should be over in a little bit with Trevor, my brother’s son. Don’t know if my sister and her daughter will make it over or not. My dad tells my mom he doesn’t feel well and might not come over…. life…. so hard. So complicated at times. So simple at other times. When I was at the grave site yesterday, I told my grandma and grandpa how much I loved and missed them. So thankful for them. Here is the strange thing about life. I am a soul made up of 4 diff people and then… myself all wrapped up in one big package. My grandma died 24 years ago this Aug 19th… she was an introvert and an artist. A very spiritual person. My grandpa died on the 19th as well. However, he passed away in March …. just 11 days after Kristin was born… my daughter. Johnny served his country. He was a barber, real estate agent, boxing coach and so much more…. very outgoing. My mom…. well she is an angel. She is pure in heart. She does not drink or take drugs at all to cope with life. My dad. Well…. lol… I am most like him…lol.. he is a crazy Italian who loves life and works his ass off for his family and has a heart bigger than the universe. Yah.. I am a daddy’s girl. Always have been. Always will be. Thank you God that you have blessed me with my dad and he is still alive to this date. 75 years old. Prostate cancer survivor. Life survivor….lol….. Ok… so if you were to ask.. who is Angela Jones… Well.. she is a very artistic soul that loves life most of the times until is gets so damn hard and is unbearable. She is spiritual, she is one crazy Italian girl who is not going to throw in the towel just yet. My husband… whom I adore and love dearly… just told me today that he thinks we are going to lose our house. I am currently looking for a job. Currently thinking of starting my own business of selling purses, jewelry and art, and whatever……so yes. Life is unbearable right now. Will I let negativity pull me down… no. I WILL NOT. I refuse to give up on my dreams. Tho no one else might not believe in me in this world.. God does.. and I do…. I will survive. I will be successful. One way or another. So… you haven’t heard from me in a long time… now …… u know why…. life.
Life is a wild and crazy ride. Hang on with all your might. It is worth it. There are bumps, obstacles and flat out flatlines. But… take it from one who has had many struggles. It is beautiful. It is worth living. Enjoy it. Love it. Cherish it. Let the ones you love know you care for them. and have no regrets….
