I have always asked myself why people blog? Well I'm gonig to find out.
My name is Cristina Vincent, I am 30 years old, seperated with a 16 month old. At this current point I am starting over my life. I am changing the way I veiw things and no longer am I going to be the NICE person. I have said this all before but this time I'm going to keep a blog of that journey. I look at this as a computerized journal. So here goes everything.
This Sunday passed I went to church basically declaring myself as a sinner who wants to change. I even filled out a card stating the fact that i have currently lost my way and would like to find the path to the Lord. Tonight I received a call from a church representitive named Glenda and we are meeting for coffee monday night. I'm not really sure what I'm going to say or ask. I would like to tell her that the reason I lost my way is because of my doubt in the Lord. I have always been a good person and it just seems like nothing ever went my way, so hence my doubtfulness. Should I tell her that I would like to join a church family so my son will have postive influences growning up? How ever many times you try to script your dialogue the conversation never goes that way. So enough about that.
To give you an idea of my life, since I left my husband I have been living at home with my mother and step-father. Since leaving the hospital tuesday my grandmother is now a resident on the couch. Now don't freak out she sleeps on the couch at home we even went to far as to buy one just like hers at home. Since her being here she has BM'd in the kitchen on the floor, and I just found out that this morning she woke up and thought she was in a gas station. She was trying to locate a restroom and couldn't so she told my mother that she found a pot. That pot ending up being the trash can. Many people have told me that she is on her way out, but the nurses say that all elderly that are out of their comfort zone will be disoriented. All I know is that the stories can be funny but sad at the same time, JUST LIKE LIFE.
