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I have a gift that I want to give my better half. It is years upon years away. But it is the most selfless thing a woman can give a man. When the time is right, it will happen when we both want it to. We want to be ready for when this miracle comes. I have dreams about this gift entering the world. We briefly discuss the plans and ideas of this gift sporadically. We obviously have other things to focus on in our relationship. But when that day comes, it makes me feel so blessed to know that I personally can give him this gift. Until then, it’s just me and him taking over the world.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.21.2010 @ 6:14 pm

I sit in the living room while the strong rains pelt the bay window. I’m glancing through a book when I look up and notice the shimmery rose vase I have sitting on my mantle. It sits there all alone. Surrounded by pictures and a clock, it just seems out of place. The poor, beautiful thing has been with me all these years. I saunter over to the vase and pick it up delicately. I walk to my front door as I continue peering all around the vase and its’ features. After throughly examining it, from its’ cracks to its’ hand-painted roses, it flies out of my hand and into the front yard. It shatters into a million pieces. No longer do I have to worry about its’ purpose in my home or in my life. And that is that.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.20.2010 @ 3:59 pm

When you commit yourself to someone, you are allowing them access to your soul. They’re going to be exposed to the nitty gritty and the most beautimous sights of your life. The creation and sealing of your bond is priceless. Once you reach that point, you will know that they are the One.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.19.2010 @ 5:06 pm

There once was a time when my pale skin was painted bronze. Countless summers of being out in the sweltering heat allowed my canvas to be engraced with millions of freckles and an orange-tint. However, the older I get the more my skin becomes sensitive to the sun and its’ overbearing rays. My flesh is a milky-white. My freckles become darker on top of my ghostly frame. I look as though as I reside in the United Kingdom. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.17.2010 @ 5:42 pm

I contain all the elements inside this body that resides the Earth. My heart is filled with a fiery passion for love and a zest for life. I’m constantly reminding the world of the fire that resides within my soul upon my head of red hair. The water flows through the many rivers of life that consists of beliefs, thoughts and paths. The air within my lungs keeps me alive and allowing my dance amongst the Earth to be a dance of purity. I am a work of art in a bodily form.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.16.2010 @ 7:16 pm

I am known as the Queen to my Better Half. When the Queen is not amused, I am not pleased. It probably means something stupid has been said. I then retort with an affectionate nickname I have coined up for him. I win the battle. And he lets me.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.15.2010 @ 11:02 am

I thought you had forgotten all about me. Little did I know that I was always on your mind. You avoided me; I took it as you pushing yourself away as a friend. When I needed you the most, you were right by my side. And you have never left. You didn’t forget about me at all. All you had to do was wait.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.12.2010 @ 4:59 pm

I’m no longer a victim of fear. The days can pass by without a battle taking over my heart. No longer does my life fall short of any anguish. I live my life knowing that the next day is going to be ok – because I am loved. Everything about me is secure. Denial and hate no longer fill my mind. I am now the woman I was destined to me.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.11.2010 @ 4:16 pm

Delivering first-hand news to people grants you power as a messenger. Being a journalists or town-crier has the ability to share information with the world. Handing out the scoop to people in communities gives you a title of importance. You are giving them a story, critical information or facts that could inhibit how they live their life that day or forever. Journalism, the power of words.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.10.2010 @ 2:33 pm

Sometimes having power feels good. Even if it is a minimal moment of leadership, power can be used to one’s personal and professional benefit. The other day I told someone “what to do.” Back in the day someone would be telling me that exact same thing. Now that I’ve worked my way up, I’ve been able to generate tasks to my co-workers because I know how to get the job done. I am instilled with the fact I have to generate the spark in people to work. When they listen to me, it makes me feel mighty. I am in charge.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.09.2010 @ 6:07 pm

There is a burden I no longer have to bear. The weight upon my shoulders consisted of shame, desperation and determination. For five years I was in an environment that made me crazy. It made me hate people. My chance has finally come. I’m now in an area where I’m stuffed away in a cubbyhole so people can leave me be. I don’t have to see your pathetic faces anymore. I’ve never had to bear such anger towards humanity before. But now it has been set free.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.08.2010 @ 2:40 pm

Tomorrow will end a five-year long chapter in my book of Life. I will no longer have to take orders from obnoxious guests in the mornings. I’ll be tucked away in a nice little cubicle – something I’ve always wanted. I worked at the Falcon Diner/Bakery for five-long strenuous years. I’ve finally gotten the opportunity to make an advance in my career. I’m finally going somewhere.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.07.2010 @ 2:29 pm

It’s true. Redheads require more anesthesia for surgeries (20% to be exact!). Redheads have a lot of myths attached to them. But scientists have proven a lot of those myths to be true. Another one is that we bleed more during surgery and that our hair turns white instead of gray. All of these medical mysteries are linked to our unique color of hair. Being a redhead makes me feel like no other woman in the world. It’s like I have a gift that no one else can have. So yes, I have a redheaded chip on my shoulder. Good luck trying to saw it off.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.06.2010 @ 8:39 am

No one will have the same commonalities as me. Even if I had a twin there would not be another person on earth like Amy Bledsoe. I’m like a potion or perfume: full of different potions and mixtures to create that one signature moment. My ingredients are being a redhead, covered in freckles, pale skin from head to toe, a great rack, sweet personality, loves to laugh but loves to love even more. These are all bottled up inside me.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.02.2010 @ 6:13 pm

While I am sitting at home watching TV, there is a man or woman overseas fighting for me. While you are walking across the street to grab a tall latte at Starbucks, there is an American solider who just took a bullet for you. As I eat a home-cooked meal, there’s a corporal who just opened up a care package from loved ones. As you text a friend asking to meet up for dinner, a crackled telephone from an Army husband or wife is the only thing to keep a solider sane. This 4th of July – thank a soldier. Give them a salute. They fight so we can be free.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 07.01.2010 @ 1:02 pm

The emotional pangs of being lonely drill a spike through my heart. When we’re together, we’re one and complete. We’re the only two people in the world that can do this. The day we are finally together will be the happiest days of our lives. This trial is only penning another chapter for our story. It’s going to be the greatest love story ever told. We are exemplifying the powers of what true love is all about. That one day will come. And then we’ll live happily ever after.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 06.29.2010 @ 11:21 am

The adrenaline is running through my veins. My eyes are focused on the target: the bone-colored ball which speeds through the air with one human touch. The serve barrels over the net. The ball is lightly bumped into the air with one quick hit. Then it is boisteriously popped into a set high above of us all. My heart is racing as the ball soars above my head, waiting to be taken advantage of with one great punch. I raise my body towards the heavens and spike it over the net. They are not fast enough. It quickly hits the ground then slowly rolls off the court. That felt good.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 06.28.2010 @ 11:52 am

Sick and twisted. Keniving and manipulative. Putting on a pretty mask and being fluent in flowery words. You think you can get away with it. But you’ll never make it in life. You will have a downfall — and it will make me laugh. You are nothing but a joke. I would rather hear the ugly truth than a beautiful lie. Once you’re labeled a liar, it’ll haunt you forever. And that’s no lie.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 06.27.2010 @ 6:37 pm

Any woman can remember the days of being a little girl decorated in velvet dresses for church plays, fancy dinners and school pictures. Fast forward to becoming a fashionably sensible woman, I just cringe. The only recent thing I’ve owned velvet was the “velour tracksuit” a few years ago when they were popular. My little girl shall not suffer the atrocity that is known as velvet.

Posted By Amy Tatum On 06.26.2010 @ 2:27 pm