A Learn From Me Moment
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Publié :7/10/2006 16h40
Dernière mise à jour :12/10/2006 18h47 4655 vues
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Now...a learn-from-me-moment...
This is a lesson regarding the buying of products that have glitter as an essential component.
In the store today...I wanted to make sure that the horns for my honey's son's costume would be ok for our purposes. I didn't think about it...just bought the set of horns, opened the package and put it on. In the process I figured out that the horn would work. I didn't have a mirror and thought nothing of it.
I made sure to talk to my honey and his kids after getting home. They were excited and I'll be taking everything from my shopping trip over to them tomorrow. During that conversation, I noted aloud to my honey that I would have to paint the horn with some clear nail polish as I had looked down and saw some red sparkles on my hands. You would think I woulda clued in at this point...but I sooo didn't.
So...hours later...I walked into the bathroom. OMG...I had red sparkles (glitter) in my hair and all over my face. I can only surmise that it had been there since I tried the horns on at the store. So...the whole trip home from the store...I was the red sparkle lady LOL. Thank goodness I look good in red.
This afternoon I told my honey about it and he said he was sure I looked "precious." Well doggone it, precious is his 13 year old with red glitter all over her. A 40+ year old woman with red glitter all over her isn't precious...it's kinda odd LOL.
I tried brushing the glitter off and taking a shower. Neither worked. The glitter is adhered to my face and hair by some cosmic force and shall remain so until and if it ever decides to break itself free and go on it's merry way LMAO. Until then, I shall remain the Red Sparkle Lady.
*grins and hugs all around*
The Red Sparkle Lady
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Day 21
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Publié :7/10/2006 14h56
Dernière mise à jour :10/10/2006 22h46 4069 vues
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20 more days until the move (that's less than 3 weeks people  )
Today I started EARLY LOL. I was up until after 3 AM (it wasn't my fault...they just kept on talking and talking and talking...I couldn't leave 'em LMAO ) but still my body got me up for the day at 7 AM. Pretty good actually because I had a plan and wanted to get started on it. I kicked around a little rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and then went online for a few. Wrote some more on my blog from last night (took me until this afternoon to finally get it done and show it as posted LOL ). Then I went into the Ontario Chat Room. It's not my favorite chat room (I admit that freely) but this morning it was actually wonderful. I had a good time.
As I chatted, I got dressed and got out the door at 8:30 (as I had planned). Today was shopping day and I was not going to go home empty-handed again.
I should backtrack and say that this shopping expedition was actually the culmination of plans I had made with my honey's oldest. He had an idea for his Halloween costume and I was more than gung ho. I love Halloween and have made sure that both my boys have had costumes all their lives. I enjoy it thoroughly so I saw it as something he and I could make happen together. My honey still isn't thrilled with the idea...but he's not standing in my way. The only instructions were not to spend too much on the costume.
The costume...is the boy's own creation. He made me a detailed drawing of it and it's definitely do-able. He's a devil on one half and an angel on the other. This is not as easy as it may sound. We needed a black shirt and a white shirt that I could cut up and sew together to make one shirt that is half and half. We have to make one black wing and one white wing (this we've got a handle on now). White hairspray for half his hair. Felt so we can put flames on one leg of his pants. Besides this, I needed a costume for my 5 year old...who has been insisting that he just wants to be himself every time I ask him what he wants to be for Halloween 
So...today I picked up two sets of wings...one black and one white. Those will be worked with and made into one white wing and one black wing tomorrow. Honey has even committed himself to making the holder that will afix the wings to his son's back. The shirts were bought today, they are already cut and will be sewn together tonight. Tomorrow, I am giving the older boy the task of drawing out the flames so I do them to his specs (that way he can't get mad at me for them not being his way...all kids are that way so it's best to do that IMO LOL ). The flames will go on the white pants. The white hairspray is bought. The jacket to be used he already has (it's a black suede jacket). The horn was the hardest thing to find it seems. I have been looking for them for weeks but (lo and behold) there they were today.
Aside from the above mentioned stuff...I got a pikachu costume. I sooo lucked into it. My wee one loves Pikachu. Has forever. So...I brought the costume home (praying all the way that he would buy into the idea). He now LOVES the idea of being Pikachu and has been wearing the costume off and on the whole day. *giggle* He keeps putting it on and then going to look at himself in the mirror. OK...it's a mom thing...he's freakin' adorable .
Another plus, there was a black fuzzy halo with the set of black wings. This is now going to my honey's daughter (she is going to be a kitty angel). I bought her a big bottle of black nail polish (we had only gotten a small bottle previously) so now she has more than enough of that and the halo to boot.
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Day 22
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Publié :6/10/2006 22h44
Dernière mise à jour :10/10/2006 22h42 4124 vues
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21 more days to go 
Honey, the wee one and I all met up after work and hung out at our special spot. It’s a little place right near where we’ll be living. Figure the more we get the wee one used to his new surroundings, the better it will be for all of us. We had some drinks and some eats. (Found out the hard way last time that we CAN’T give the boy hot chocolate from Second Cup…I’ll leave it to your imagination why we can’t LOL ). Finally the time arrived to make our way downtown. Honey’s kids were coming in for the holiday weekend (Monday is Thanksgiving here in Canada) and we were meeting them at the bus station.
We arrived just the slightest bit early and I was amazed. I haven’t really been to the bus station in downtown Toronto. But I can’t imagine that it’s packed like that every day. There were people lined up in queues here and there and over there…lines of people squiggled around wherever you looked (semi-organized chaos)…and these folks were going literally EVERYWHERE.
I don’t know about you…but I love to people-watch. So…I found out tonight that the bus station is a great people-watching place. Don't know if you people-watch too...but if you do, I’d suggest a bus station. So many different peoples all gathered in one place.
The kids came in right close to on time. They were so cute (they’d probably die if they heard me use that word for it LOL ). I can’t help it though. They are both teens and they can TALK (just like their dad LOL ). Both of them are so interesting. They are very different personalities. They are a boy and a girl…but it’s much more than them just being different sexes. They are both individuals…both with very different interests.
We left the bus station and went in search of food. As all downtown type areas, there are a million different places with food. They had a hankering, so we just took ourselves on over to the mall and got them all fed up with A&W. You gotta think…these are three different kids…all in different age groups. My wee boy is 5, his daughter is 13 and his older boy is 16. Funny thing is they all got along fine. My wee one thinks these “big kids” are just the coolest. He really does like them. And miracle of all miracles…he was trying to talk to them (he doesn’t do well with this but at least he was trying…huge step on his part). We left the kids all alone eating their food and went down to get something for ourselves. Honey kept a watch to make sure that all was well. No problems…the wee one (who normally is so hard to keep in one place) didn’t move a lick but stayed there jabbering away.
After we all ate, we went out to Yonge Street. Those of you that aren’t from here may not know of it…but Yonge Street is the longest street in the world (1,178 miles/1,896 km long). This section of Toronto is the hub of downtown (and where Yonge Street makes it’s start). There are always buskers (if you don’t know…buskers are people performing live on the street…what you may call street performers or street musicians). Tonight we were treated to a fella playing the drums (damn good at it I might add) on the street corner.
We crossed the street and went to a relatively new Yonge Street attraction (only a couple years old now). It’s called Dundas Square and it’s what I would term as a concrete park. Honey and I have gone here before (just the two of us) and sat for hours watching the fountains, the people and all the hustle and bustle. The fountains are so cool (see picture upper left). They come up right out of the sidewalk and are a sight to behold (especially lit up at night)…just beautiful. There’s a stage as well (nickelback and others have played on that stage) that is used for different festivals throughout the year. No one was performing there last night…but we didn’t care. We just sat on the chairs, around one of the tables they have out during the day for people to use, talking and laughing. All around the area are huge neon/lit up signs and advertising boards. They bathe whole area in color with their commercials for this, that and the other thing. It’s definitely one of the most interesting of places to just sit and absorb.
The wee one and honey’s daughter and I took a meander down through the center of the fountains. It is quite the thing. It was cold out and the streams of water shoot to heights well over my head (I’m 5’9” or so) but by walking down the center…we were right in the middle of ‘em and didn’t get wet a bit.
I don’t think honey had planned to hang out all evening (in fact I’m sure he didn’t) but we didn’t head home until around 10 PM. We spent more money and time than was planned (we’ll have to suck it up for a little bit moneywise) but it was so worth it. The conversation…the laughter…the smiles…you just can’t put a price on those. Happy kids are worth it…every freakin’ time. |
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Has anybody seen my pants???????????????
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Publié :6/10/2006 10h33
Dernière mise à jour :10/10/2006 22h27 3855 vues
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I have been going through boxes for days. I know they were here. I know I didn't get rid of them. They were bought years ago so they may be a little out of style. They aren't the best in the world...but I don't have the money to buy others right now. And I'm sooooo curious.
Let me explain. I think I have finally lost enough weight to wear those jeans that I couldn't even wear when I bought them ever so long ago. They were a goal. I figured that I'd be doing well if I could ever get into them. I just want to find them. I don't even know if they will fit but hell...if what I'm thinking is right...they'll be too big for me now LOL.
So...I just want to find those jeans...just to see. If they fit...I wear them...if they are too big I smile (really really big) and trash em.
Do you ever do that? Put something away for later and then can't seem to find it? Hmmmm  wonder where they are???
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Day 23 and 24
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Publié :5/10/2006 12h45
Dernière mise à jour :10/10/2006 22h34 3857 vues
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<<<<mask for nebulizer.
22 more days to go until the move...
The last few days have been rough. Well obviously...I didn't post a blog yesterday  .
Yesterday we woke up to storms. The cracks of thunder were booming. My wee one told me they were too loud and asked me to make them stop. I guess I really can do almost anything . Of course, I couldn't make them stop so I held him instead. Waking up to clapping thunder that sounds as if it's coming through your home just isn't the best way to wake up and he was a little frightened.
It was a good thing we woke up. My son wasn't breathing well. Every time the storms come and drive the allergens down to the ground...my son gets sick. His asthma starts to run amok and we have to get his breathing treatments started right away so he doesn't have to spend any time in the hospital.
Home breathing treatments...are a godsend. I used to have to take him to the hospital every time he had problems like this. Now I just get out his nebulizer (the machine we use) and start it up. It's hell on my nerves because I worry so...but it's much much better than the hospital any day. Let's face it...whether he's in the hospital or at home, it's not easy emotionally.
I have to watch him closely. I know when it's time to say enough is enough and take him in (to the ER) and have done so any number of times. The key here is (of course) to keep him breathing. That is the goal...and there is no leeway on it. If he doesn't breathe...he doesn't live...and that's bad (I know..duh Lis).
So we're on day two. He's no longer sucking air and his breathing is ever so much better. I didn't let him go to school today either. Figured it was best for him to be completely better. He's antsy but at least I know he's not out in the wind and such.
Life is ok...and we're muddling through. Hope you all are too.
Lis
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Day 25
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Publié :3/10/2006 23h39
Dernière mise à jour :10/10/2006 22h37 4051 vues
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24 more days to the move...
This evening was fun. I met my best friend at the mall and then headed on over to Tim Horton's (it's a coffee shop chain up here in canada). Got our coffees and went to find a place to sit down.
So there we were at the mall...sitting by the reservoir...on the safety railing. We sat far enough from people to laugh and carry on loudly and energetically as per our usual behavior. We were just enjoying ourselves catching up on the day, eating soft peanut butter cookies and drinking good coffee.
Eventually this man (who is at least in his late 30�s) comes over by us with his german sheppard . The dog heads on down into the reservoir to get a drink and the man explains that the dog is thirsty (ewwww�yuck!...that water is disgusting). We continue on as before just talking away. Watching the dog (who is having a blast) every so often. This is not a puppy but it�s acting like it. It frolicks and yaps while running through the water like a pup would. It�s having fun. Slowly but surely (in it�s play) the dog makes it�s way to the other side of the reservoir. The man starts calling to the dog but it doesn�t want to cross the reservoir to get back. It�s yapping and quite visibly upset. It never realized it was going to the other side of the water but now that it�s there and it�s scared to get back. It keeps looking for a way to cross without going through the water. Eventually the fella ends up going down to the bridge so he can cross over and rescue his dog from the other side.
We were talking this whole time but watching as well. We see the happy dog and it�s owner coming back. The man smiles and tells us what happened. Evidently getting the dog back up the embankment wasn�t easy. We listen and then the man sits a short ways from us with his dog.
My best friend and I continue talking. We talk about EVERYTHING. Doesn�t matter what it is�it�s all done openly (and we joke/tease continually). As happens, the conversation turns to this site and something funny that happened to me yesterday in a chatroom. I�m describing how I handled not sharing my chest size with a particularly overzealous individual. The conversation quite naturally turns to the ramifications of having large breasts (back aches, etc). Well the man who owned the dog had been listening intently thus far and chose this opportunity to agree with me vociferously when I stated that having large breasts really can hurt at times. My best friend wasn�t facing this fella�s direction�but I was. I had seen him listening in and just thought we were such great conversationalists that we�d been entertaining him (his dog couldn�t talk to him, figured he was lonely). I acknowledged our eavesdropper�s opinion (he seemed somewhat embarrassed�guess he shocked himself by talking aloud) and continued with the conversation. My best friend looked at me with those questioning eyes�but didn�t say a word LOL.
The man with the dog continued to listen. Can�t blame him for that really. We were talking about A.F.F. so it was interesting, sexy stuff. And it�s not like we were quiet�we were talking normally�and damnit, we�re fun/funny LOL. Finally what was most likely this man�s parents came out of the mall and walked over. They all got in their car, mom and son in the back seat, dad and dog in the front seat. Can you say spoiled pooch? LOL
After they left, we laughed and laughed. Had to think about this�.just how many people do you know that can purposely sit in a deserted section of a parking lot yet still attract people to their conversations LOL. Guess that�s us and it was a good time as always. |
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To Every Girl
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Publié :3/10/2006 12h21
Dernière mise à jour :10/10/2006 22h43 3951 vues
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This was posted on a discussion board by rennzander (To every girl). I read it and so much of it made sense to me. Figured it was due a repost...just cause I liked it (and he said it was ok at the bottom of the post ).
To every girl....if you almost cry while reading this, it includes you....
To every girl that is SCARED to put her heart out there again, because she has been HURT too many times or so badly.
To every girl that has been cheated on, because she's not a slut who gives it up to any guy.
To every girl that dresses cute, not skanky.
To every girl who wants to be called beautiful, not hot.
To every girl that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect present for you.
To every girl who gets her heart broken, because he chose that bitch instead.
To every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend.
To every girl who would just once like to be treated like a princess.
To every girl that cries at night because of another heartbreak.
To every girl that won't get down on her knees & open her mouth just to get a boyfriend.
To every girl that just wants to hold hands.
To every girl that kisses him with meaning.
To every girl who just wishes he cared more.
To every girl who would just once want a guy to give their jacket up when they are cold.
To every girl who just wants him to call.
To every girl who lies awake at night thinking about him.
To every girl that just wants to cuddle.
To every girl that just wants to sleep with him without having sex.
To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back.
To every girl that thought "maybe this one could be the one."
To every girl that laughs at stupid stuff when she actually >>doesn't<< think it is funny.
To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way.
To every girl that doesn't want a guy who just plays with her emotions but actually cares about
how she feels.
To every girl who wants words backed up with actions.
To every girl that fell for all the lies only to find themselves alone in the end.
To every girl that gave her heart away to have it shoved back in her face.
To every girl that has faith that "tomorrow will be a better day." And it will be.
Golly...not all of it applies to me...but the ones that do really hit home. I didn't cry but I did shake my head vigorously a number of times and smile knowingly a lot.
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Day 26
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Publié :2/10/2006 21h15
Dernière mise à jour :4/10/2006 7h55 3941 vues
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25 more days to go
Today we took the boy out to the park that is by our new apartments. It was a blast. He had so much fun. Next time we are taking his sand digging stuff though as they only have swings and no play ground equipment besides that. He did manage to get a head full of sand all the same so I figure he did the sand justice LOL.
We saw something tonight we've never seen before. We walked over this bridge...and noticed there were a whole bunch of ducks on the stream below. So we're watching the ducks...and discussing the idea of bringing some bread with us to feed to the ducks the next time we visit. All of a sudden we hear the flap flap flap flap of wings and this duck comes jetting on down the stream...flying low to the water. She then touches down and does what can only be described as this graceful waterskiing with her feet for about 12 feet or so skimming on top of the water and then settles down to just swimming. It was absolutely the coolest thing. Very impressive. This may well be normal ducky behavior...I personally have no idea. I just know that it was way cool to be there watching it and Ms. Duck was awarded our landing of the evening for her marvelous display.
Nature amazes me all the time. *happy smile*
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Just 4 things...
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Publié :2/10/2006 7h21
Dernière mise à jour :4/10/2006 7h55 4148 vues
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<<<< Mt. Shasta in California (so much better in person)
Irishtongue71 posted this in the blog post [post 529827]. I liked it and it looked like fun. So here are my answers...
Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Certified Nurses Assistant
2. Camp Director
3. Potato Inspector
4. Special Events Coordinator
Four movies i would watch over and over:
1. The Last Starfighter
2. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
3. Ever After
4. Harry Potter (all)
Four places i have lived:
1. Tokyo, Japan
2. Barstow, California
3. Pasco, Washington
4. Rancho Cordova, California
Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. CSI
2. The Amazing Race
3. Medium
4. Ghost Whisperer
Four places you have been to (instead I did this as trips I've taken and key places I visited):
1. Crater Lake (State Park) (Crater Lake, OR), Burney Falls (Burney Falls, CA), Mt. Shasta (Mt. Shasta, CA), Oregon Caves...etc. So many places that trip
2. The Alamo (San Antonio, TX), the Hueco Tanks (El Paso, Texas), Juarez (Mexico) and White Sands State Park (New Mexico)
3. The Space Needle (Seattle, WA), Tillicum Village (Blake Island, WA), The Seattle Zoo (Seattle, WA), Pikes Place Market (Seattle, WA)...could have this list go on forever...went to Seattle a lot.
4. The Lieutenant Governors house (Victoria, BC), Tea at the Empress Hotel (Victoria, BC) and Butchart Gardens (Brentwood Bay, BC)...another list that could go on forever LOL.
Web sites you visit frequently:
1. passion
2. Neopets
3. Google
4. My Space
Four of my regrets:
1. Not having my baby girl.
2. Not having pictures of my nephews.
3. Not seeing my dad more often before he passed.
4. Not getting advanced degrees when I had the chance.
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Out to breakfast with a friend
2. Snuggling in bed with someone warm
3. Swimming and frolicking in warm blue water
4. Walking down a street (anywhere in the world) and heading off to a fabulous day of exploring.
Four cars I have owned:
1. 1974 Olds Cutlass Supreme, 2 door, yellow with a tan leather top. Not the wisest buy...but my first car so it was very cool.
2. 1968 Ford Fairmont, 4 door, metal flake blue. This car was there for me for years. I loved it.
3. 1978 Honda Civic, 2 door hatchback, yellow. This car ran and ran and ran...even with my ex driving it (he was sooooo not good with cars)
4. 1996 Mazda 626 LX, 4 door, white (Also known as The Happy Car)
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Day 27
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Publié :1/10/2006 21h17
Dernière mise à jour :4/10/2006 4h43 3832 vues
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All in all a good day it was. I know I didn't post this until late...but I was busy with other stuff. OK...not really really busy...just having a good time. It's nice to get lost in a good time, dont ya think?
So that's about it...just wanted to say...26 more days until I move...
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BOOBIES - Check 'Em Out
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Publié :1/10/2006 15h13
Dernière mise à jour :18/10/2006 6h35 4296 vues
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Today is the start of Breast Cancer Awareness month. To kick this off, many people on this site have agreed to get the word out by flashing their tits in support of this cause. (yes, those would be mine on the left  )
I have known a number of ladies who have had to deal with this silent killer. Some lost their breast/breasts (and other parts of their bodies as well)... and some have lost their precious lives. Just as a note...men get breast cancer too. So doing self checks is vital fellas.
So you lose a breast...so what? Well geez louise...I can't tell you how many times I've heard this (it's getting better but some people just don't get it). It's psychological and it's a self-esteem issue...oh yeah...and you can DIE. My friend said it made her feel less of a woman once she came out of the surgery (she had a radical mastectomy). She was embarrassed having to buy her prostheses. She was mortified to get involved with a man cause she felt herself less of a woman. But..on the flip side she was thankful to be alive. Reveled in the fact that she got to see her granddaughter being born. It takes time and a lot of inner strength and outer support from others to get through something like this. It's one of those life-changing events that you have to work through and it ain't easy. Last time I saw this friend before I moved...she was well and had been cancer free for 10 years. Her granddaughter was 7. She had a man who cared for her deeply...and she was happy.
But not all are that lucky. Some don't catch it in time. Some do end up losing to the disease...I call it the BEAST. Those who are gone have left their mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, husbands, sisters, brothers...well you get the picture. The impact of one person is a ripple effect. To lose just one person to this disease is too much. One day there will be an easier way...better detection...better prepared doctors. Knowledge is power and we're gaining that all the time.
Please consider getting involved, donating your time, money, tell people what you know about it, remind people about mammograms, call your cancer society and see what they need, Walk for the Cure. It doesn't matter what you do...just that you do something. I'm a firm believer that the more we all get together as a society on things like this...the better it is for all of us.
The following are a few of those wonderful people I was talking about at the beginning of my blog. Please check out their blogs and get the word out. It's so very important.
bustybettyboop
[blog Colorful_Sprite]
[blog Cozy_Red]
[blog evil_lolita]
florallei
[blog foreignlover79]
freetime648
[blog Hydrangeas]
[blog IAmRubyTuesday]
[blog JakeDrake8]
justaskme779
[blog lovemetouchme5]
papyrina
partygirl3869
[blog peanutjackie]
[blog pussinboots571]
[blog sexxikritter]
sexymamma662003
[blog shylena256]
[blog stormyonegood]
[blog zz_todd]
Personal note...mommy I miss you and hope you can see from your vantage point these beautiful grandkids of yours...I love you now and always and miss you more than my heart can bear some days...Lisa
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Day 28
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Publié :30/9/2006 8h47
Dernière mise à jour :4/10/2006 13h09 4114 vues
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My Mood: SNUGGLY
27 more days to go until the move.
Last night I stayed up until late...or early. Guess that depends on your perspective LOL. But I had so much fun. Chatted with friends in the Love Docs Room and the BBW Room. It was like old home week. People I haven't touched base with in ages were there. Made some new friends as well. It was so nice. From there a few of us went to our group.
These gals in our group chat are such fun. We can sit there and just chat for hours. It's always about just any old thing. It's comfortable. They are my real life friends as well. (I talked about that a little two days ago.) I haven't had many close gal friends...not ever. Guys usually understand me better....but, that being said, these gals are something special. They are open and they are just themselves.
Like clockwork...our favorite fellas came into the group chat. I have never met some of the guys but I can talk to them...about anything. It's not just on A.F.F., I have all these people on my messengers too. Sometimes we're in the room and sometimes there are things you just don't feel comfy talking about in a public chatroom. So we head aloft.
These people are my sounding board. A blogfriend puntachueca brought that up today. I didn't really think about it until I read a comment from a friend on one of my blogs and then puntachueca's blog. It all hit me. These people are all very important to me. I post something here or in group or in a chat...and they give me feedback.
Now don't get me wrong...feedback is not the only reason I come here. But I really have come to trust many of these wonderful people. Their opinions matter. They are intelligent...they are warm...and most of all...they care.
Yeah...it's a lovefest in my heart today. I'm in such a snuggly mood. I need to just be cuddled. Think I'll go do something about that. You feel that way too? Well come on over...I want to snuggle 
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Day 29
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Publié :29/9/2006 9h44
Dernière mise à jour :2/10/2006 10h41 4079 vues
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28 more days to go
Today dawned early. I awoke from yet another horrible nightmare (boy will I be glad when these nightmares stop). I don't know about you but this one was a little too real for me. In it I knew things that I couldn't possibly know. Then had part of them confirmed when I awoke.
My almost ex's Great Aunt died this past sunday. They had the viewing yesterday and the funeral today. This morning I was told I "wasn't wanted" at either that's why they never called me back to tell me where and when. What kind of people treat others this way? Well the almost ex and his family...that's who. Would I have made any kind of scene? Nope. Did I adore his Great Aunt? Yes, I did. Liked her better than anyone else in his whole family. She was wonderful.
Strange thing though...they wanted my 5 year old there. Interesting thought that one...my almost ex and my hyperactive, difficult to control son...without me. I have been the one to take care of the boy at every family gathering of any sort since he was born...not the almost ex. So, the almost ex told them the boy wouldn't be coming. That worked for me and I'm sure my son would've been a horror...he doesn't conform well and would not have sat through the funeral.
It's hitting me now that I am a single mom. I have been for a long time but never really took it to heart. I will be the one and only for my son for all intents and puroses. His dad will be there 4 days a month (if that...he's not very reliable). I will have sole custody of my son.
I wonder if I'm up to the challenge. It's not like when my first husband and I divorced. I had a huge support network, a house, a car, a great job. Now, I have none of that. I have my best friend so I'm hoping I can build up the rest as I go along. Just feeling overwhelmed right now. Being the only one that gives a shit isn't easy.
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