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I am 25 years old and I work for a major oil company in downtown Houston. I am a back office administrative assistant doing invoices, faxes, filing, bookkeeping, logging, safesite, and a lot more.

I am attending the University of Phoenix and currently obtain

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Personal Finance > Health Insurance Should businesses be required to pay for health care insurance?: 1 of 26
The key to a successful business is content employees. You can't have employees if they are all dead. Providing them with health care insurance is not only beneficial to them, but it enhances the productivity of your company. Businesses have to look at not only the company's bottom line of profit but the method and direction ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Invite others into your heart: 1 of 21
Come stay with me and breathe the lies I have to tell. Notice the thoughts that are within me and sink into my hell. Surprise yourself with the many faces my heart is forced to expell. Stay with me and learn my secrets that I have kept so well. Enjoy the laughter and smiles my world can bring. Open your mouth with excit... More..
Celebrations & Holidays > Christmas Reclaim the holidays: 4 of 70
The holidays have become a misconception that the more you get, the more love someone has for you. My mom use to celebrate the holidays like no other. She would make a big meal with turkey, ham, cabbage, macaroni and cheese, cornbread, greens, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, pecan pie, cheesecake, pound cake, cranberry sauce... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Can you see me?: 1 of 11
Is it true? Is it you? Is it me? Oh, I see. You think you have found me but you really don't see. Everyday your eyes gaze upon mine, you shout out my name as if you can recognize the many sides to my personality, but let me ask you, can you see me? We dance around in the brightest of days and you hold my hand so I won't get ... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Politics, News & Issues (Other) Does history repeat itself: 4 of 40
Round and round and round it goes, where life stops, everyone knows. Taking a look at history, we find ourselves in a deja vu glimpse of the past. As I love the value of history and the imminent choices we were forced to make, it discerns me to see that evolution is just a repeated course from what has been. Don't believe me,... More..
Health & Fitness > Weight Issues Whose fault is childhood obesity: 5 of 38
As a parent, it is your responsibility to monitor and control your children. When a child breaks a neighbors' window, who does that neighbor take to court? That is right, the parents. If it is your responsibiltiy to teach them how to behave and control their actions, it is your duty to give them good, nutritional diets as you... More..
Relationships & Family > Love & Lust Does love end?: 10 of 68
Love is a fickle and transparent emotion that allows the heart to speak what the lips are unable to say. Does it end? No. People often say I have fallen out of love with him or her or that I no longer love this person. That is an inaccurate statement that is made by someone who does not understand the complexity of love and m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Resurrection: 12 of 72
Ms. Rose, I miss you. A thorn you never were but a pain I confess, you told me to keep my tears to myself. The departure of your smile frowned up my world. When you left, my life didn't seem to care. Only you could define the words within my heart. I am going to resurrect you, now, lets start. Ms. Rose, a thorn I have ... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Self reflection: 32 of 174
I saw a face that appeared to me in the reflection of the lake. A smile hidden by lying eyes that only I can swallow. The laughter my mouth seems to expel shadows the screams my heart conceals. I could see myself in the reflection of my eyes, no one could ever know the secrets that I hide. Though it may be evident that the te... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Older sisters: 1 of 5
When I open my mouth to gasp for air, I feel no wind within these hollow stairs. I am lost without their laughter in my ears. My heart gets weary when I can't share their tears. My sisters are the treadmills that keeps my life on track. But what happens when they lose their tracktion and I fall off? Let me tell you something... More..