i always want to write in here but i can never seem to find the time. and really this will not be a good long fleshed out blog. i just felt like posting a photo. i worked for a whole year to make my wedding exactly what i wanted it to be. and it when by so quickly. i look at the pictures all the time now because it was just so perfect. i could have not asked for a better day. or a better husband to join forces with. i wish i could have a wedding every few years just for the chance to get all dressed up and have my hair and make-up done. to feel that beautiful all over again.

some people put way to much pressure into the wedding. really it's just a chance to be the center of attention and for everyone to come and spend their time with you, for you, because of you. and the open bar ain't bad either. neither is having your family there to see how much you have grown up and that you found the one person who will always be there to catch you when you fall.

OK, so after i vented about customer service a few blogs ago i realized a few things:

1. appeariently very few people on ink have ever had a bad day at work. otherwise they may have understood that i vented here to prevent from venting at work.

2. instead of complaining about the people i speak to everyday i should spread my knowledge of insurance to others then maybe if they get into an accident they will not be one of those people who we hang up with and go "AHHHH why don't people understand!"

16 years ago in january of 1992, our dog dottie got ran over by a car right in front on our house while my brother and i were watching. the jerk drove away leaving my 9 year old brother, my 14 year old sister and me -7- to figure what to do next. i think my dad came home from the store like three minutes later and we went to the animal hospital. dottie's pelvis was crushed. and as soon as my mom arrived from her last shift at the restaurant we put her down.

we only had dottie for like two years. but it was devestating. mom stayed home from work. we though we would not go on.

19. Years. Old.

19. I was nineteen years old, and one of the 33% who was still a virgin. That was wanted. I was waiting for love. For the One. On June 26, 2004, I failed and became a different kind of statistic. That was unimaginable. Teenagers aged 16-19 are three and a half times more likely to be a victim of rape than the rest of the general population. I was raped one week and two days before my 20th birthday. I was so close to being free of teenage rape and sex statistics. In life, everything can be reduced to numbers. This is just one of mine.

Truths to my statistic: I was naive, completely trusting and entirely inexperienced with the whole world of sex and relationships. A fool in a foolish situation. That summer, I worked in a new place and met lots of new friends; Todd being one of them. He was suave and took an interest in me. I, always in need of a pick-me-up, fell for this attention. I invited him over to watch a movie when my parents were away.

so, never really cared about politics. and i did not intend to start. however, i only have a few reasons for feeling the way i do and sadly most of them are reasons why i DON'T like the other candidates. i am not saying that to open on the doors to get attacked for my reasoning. although i am completely aware that talking about politics does just that. so, attack away.

first: these are my reasons and that does not mean that you can't like the people i do not like. i won't think of you any differently.

Disclaimer: This is directed at stupid people with insurance.

i work for an insurance company in a claims department as a coverage adjuster- right there should tell you that i get blamed for a lot of things that could not possibly be my fault. here i will list some:

i've had plenty blogs in my time. starting all the way back with the open diary. the live journal. the xanga. the blog spot. the myspace blog. the facebook notes. back in high school when everything was so dramatic i must have written in that thing like twice a day it seems.but there is not as much drama now. i got married and i got happy and my life is an open book. so what else is there to write about?

i used to be a writer. but now i'm just married to one. he hates when people write about their day, but that's really all i have to talk about since everyone already pretty much knows every deep dark not so secret thing about me.

but-- i used to be a writer and it made me really happy so here goes.