Thursday, July 20, 2017

Loving Everyone For Who They Are!

For everyone that knows who I am knows that I love everyone no matter who they are. I am probably the most understanding person you will ever meet.
I have found myself watching the new season of the show, I Am Jazz. Which I never thought I would watch, but I do have a few friends that are transgender and I do have many friends that are in the LGBTQ community. So I wanted to see what this girl goes through and how she can be born a male but pretty much be a female.
At first I was a little werided out, I'm going to be honest, just because she still has male parts. But the more I watch the show the more I start to understand and see that this is something that kids and even adults feel like they where born the wrong gender.
I can't say that I relate to her in anyway because I have never wanted to become a male, I have always felt female and that is who I am. I feel like people do badger these adults and children because it is something we have never had to deal with before, it has always been a taboo subject. Just like when more and more gay rights started to come out in the open. It has always been taboo.
But in all honesty I have a good friend that is transgender and now identifies as a male. And I still love him the same. Nothing has changed how I feel for this man. He will forever be a good friend of mine, and as long as he is happy that's all that matters to me and that is what makes me happy.
The transgender community has been "in hiding" for years. Before anyone really knew what transgender was these people have been walking among us and no one knew. And what makes it any different now? Because they are coming out in the open, they are done hiding who they are and they want the world to accept them for who they are.
I will proudly say that I love my friends that are gay, and I love my transgender friends. I couldn't ask for better friends in my life. Some of them are my greatest friends.
I was taught as a child never to judge someone, and sometimes I catch myself judging someone. But then I realize that it isn't my place to judge anyone because I have faults of my own. I do my best to just love everyone for who they are. Because that's all I ask for in return.
Am I no where near perfect, and I am not saying I am. I just strive everyday to just love people no matter what.
I'm not asking people to support the LBGTQ community, I'm just asking for people to give someone a chance and open your heart.
I know God loves his children the same. And I know he gave us our own free will. But I feel like if you love like God loves, then there is no room for hatred in your heart.

I'm going to leave this by saying that I really do love everyone! Even if I haven't met them, I still love them. And I will never stop loving someone because of their sex or sexual orientation. I'm glad I have met the people I have, and without having a open mind and heart I wouldn't have the friends I do. I am thankful for them.

Monday, May 23, 2016

My New Project!

Well, if you haven't noticed my projects either fail or don't get completed. For some odd reason I am in the writing mood again, and I'm going to write an ebook... I am not too sure what I am going to write about. I was thinking of putting all of my short horror stories together, but then again I am not too sure that would be the greatest. But hey, it's just for fun and it's on my bucket list. So we can see where it takes me. I hope to have it competed by the middle of this next month, around June 23rd... I think that's a good goal for me.

If anyone has an ideas, or things I can write about I am open to suggestions.

Thanks!!

Miss Brayde

*Writing this book is exciting but hard work! Hopefully I'll be done with Chapter 3 soon. Its very short.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Road Trip 2016

This summer I am going on a road trip with my boyfriend for 2 weeks from Las Vegas to New York. I am so excited to go and I hope that I will be able to complete some of my bucket list. I am creating a travel journal and a bucket list so that I can write when I am gone. I hope that I can do a lot of things and just go with the flow. It's going to be fun!! July can't come any faster!!

Monday, February 29, 2016

My Little Piece of Heaven

I have always had dogs growing up, mostly medium to small dogs. They have always been a big part of my life and they where always there when I needed a hug or someone to talk to. But when I moved out of my parents house I didn't have a dog to keep me company. I had my boyfriend, but it just wasn't the same without a dog. We looked around and we couldn't find anything we where looking for. So we stopped looking, from then I went down hill. I went into a deep depression, I had no job to keep me busy and I just slept all the time. I thought my life wasn't worth anything, and I didn't really know what to do. I would try my hardest to shelter my depression, but I knew that Jonathan knew. 

About a year and a half later Jonathan saw on Facebook that one of his friends, friends was selling some puppies and he really wanted one. My first reaction was no, because they where Pit Bull puppies and I had believed the media and how they talked about them. I was honestly scared that if we got one that it would turn on us and hurt us. But I decided to look up a few things about Pit's and how they are... and the media lied about everything. Also I had met my best friends Pit, Nala, and I fell in love with her. 

So together we went to see these puppies, there where 3 puppies left, but we could only choose between the two little black puppies. They where both so crazy, but really fun to play with. We sat and talked to the girl, just to make her comfortable that we were going to take really good care of this pup and she would go to a good home. We didn't get a choice on gender or color of coat. The two little girls left where both black with white. 

One of them was crazy and just bouncing off the wall like she just ate a bag of sugar. So I was playing with her, when Jonathan grabbed the other pup. She curled up on his lap and started to fall asleep, and that's when we knew we had our little girl, Nova. 

Nova has saved my life, without here I wouldn't have had the confidence to get a job and I would be very depressed. When I am upset or I have anxiety I just sit and talk to her. She lets me hug her when I am down and she sleeps with me to help keep me calm. She is my saving grace and she is my world. I am so happy to have her in my life. 

I am so passionate about dogs and saving them, especially Pit Bulls, and making sure they go to a good home. I also want people to know the truth about Pit Bulls, and not what the media teaches them. I would love to give back to them, I just can't figure out what I want to do. I hopefully will come up with something soon. 
Nova and me

Nova and her best friend, Nala

Sleeping in her create

Looking so cute

She was so small!

Her first birthday party

The night we got her

Her cute little bat face

Nova and her friends

She loves to play

Nova, Thor, Deizel and Rousey

Jonathan and Nova just snuggling

She sits on my lap in the car and this is all I can see

Selfie time!

She loves her new bed

Looking so beautiful

Nova and her friend, Marmalade



Nova's family!









Nova playing with her Mom

Nova playing ball with her Mom


Friday, February 12, 2016

Short Story... Rewritten

I rewrote my short story that I wrote in High School. I haven't decided what I want to do with it... if I just want to leave it as is... or create something to go with it... make it longer or have something else added to it. I wrote this at a strange time in my life, and I rather enjoy it. But I would like some good feedback... This is also a small passion of mine... and I hope that I can keep this going and I hope to post more soon, (:

Thanks, Hope you all enjoy. Brayde (:




The streets are cold and wet, from the heavy rain tonight. Walking down Main Street I saw him, not breathing but such a wonderful sight. It is most striking thing I have ever seen in the twenty-seven years of my life. The red blood stained the street and it is flowing on the damp road. Eyes wide-open, gorgeous intense azure, the color is what bewildered me the most; I really never looked at them prior to tonight. They are trying to tell me something significant to what happened. What he did not recognize is that I already know what has happened here tonight. I will not touch him, but I know that he is previously dead. The color of his skin is pale. He is wearing a brown overcoat, black slacks and a robin egg blue button up shirt with a black silk bow tie. An odd selection of colors that he preferred that night, it is as if he was becoming colorblind. I took countless number of photographs. I took so many I ran out of film. I love the way his body is positioned in the middle of the street, as if he got drunk and stumbled and passed out. 
It is getting late. 
I need to leave, now. I have a feeling law enforcement will be here soon. 
They might find out what really happened here; no they will never find out it was me. I rapidly took my tools dripping in blood, and walking off into the mysterious alleyway. I told myself not to look back at my masterpiece. I turned around and looked. Ruined. It was Ruined. The beauty of my creation was ravaged by rats as they ate the flesh of my work. I kept on walking as I could hear the police approach the crime scene. 
Then I remembered the brown over coat, I cannot believe that I forgot. They have it. What am I going to do? It's not like I can go back. Great, there was something in the pocket that they can link to me. It's not that easy being a criminal. I left no hair, no fingerprints, no blood. I remembered everything but that freaking note in the pocket. All the work I did to get this far and I forgot the most important part of the evidence. 
I turn and a knock came from my door. This is it. Death row is what they gave me, just death row. I would have got away with it. I cannot believe this is happening to me. My whole life and countless murders are flashing before my eyes. Why couldn't I have just remembered that note. I didn’t even need anything. I could of got away with it. I pretty much gave myself to the police. I should have just gone to the station and turned myself in.  He lead them right to me. How could he? He is dead. He didn’t tell with his eyes, body position or even how he died.  Everything was just what the doctor ordered until I left something. They caught me. Not like I can keep this in mind for next time. 
Tomorrow is the day. Death seems like the best option right now. I do not regret anything that I have done, I would never give up the feeling of someone’s life slipping through my hands. I am obsessed with the feeling of the tool in my hand hitting the flesh, making them bleed. When the blood flows down the corpse, I get chills all over, a very satisfying pleasure.
No one will know what my motive was. The man I slaughtered, God and I will be the only to know. As I leave this world, everyone will read and know my story. This is my time to be judged. They tell me it is time to leave this Earth. They classify me as psychotic. I am not. I am judicious. 
Death awaits me. I am not apprehensive, quite the opposite. This life has nothing left for me. I have finished my work. 

My story shall be told, and it will. In my own words, I will tell you about my life, how I have ended up on Death Row, and why I have done what I did. This is my memoir, my entirety.