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400 posted 03-31-2004 03:11 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

How come you guys all get a "room" for your computer and stuff? I only get a little corner of the house....no door, not even a partition or haninging beads!!

Sometimes I find myself singing that song from Cinderella, "in my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whatever I want to beeeeeeeeee"
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401 posted 03-31-2004 03:20 PM       View Profile for Christopher   Email Christopher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Christopher

I used to have my own "office."

sigh

but the baby's taking that over... and for some reason i had to move out five months before she's due to be born.

Now I get to share the dining room with the cats... *pout*
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402 posted 03-31-2004 03:39 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


That's 'cause I'm on the other end of the spectrum, Chris...the kids are gone and gone... ...

Chrislane, I don't know why you don't get an office.  Do you have a spare room you can convert??

I know I need more SPACE!!!
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403 posted 03-31-2004 04:42 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I don't have the "office" yet. I have to move there first.

The office/bedroom/cage was a blatant bribe to get me to leave my beloved cypress park.

That, and ta-da! CABLE!!!

(If it weren't for Mysteria I would have forgotten the sound of a telephone ring completely! )

and aw...Christopher? Hugs on the nesting. The only thing sweeter than decorating a nursery, is um, well, decorating your own office. giggle. But then, I had my time.

You enjoy yours. mmmmm. Baby lotion and talcum. sigh. You win, buddy.

You definitely win.

and then you get bragging rights too.

Zach just won an art scholarship for the summer at The New Orleans Center for Creative Arts.

Cool stuff, eh?

Life is good.
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404 posted 03-31-2004 04:44 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Yes, we have a spare room upstairs....but it scares me!

It's where my hubby keeps a mountain goat hide with those awful, yellow eyes and where he had to put the black bear hide that I accidentally removed some of it's fur when I was vacuuming.
When I had to move the bear hide to another spot just recently, it's arm fell completely off!! I haven't told hubby yet. Plus, there's that ugly set of moose antlers. Try tripping over them sometime!!


Christopher - you have a baby?!! Wow...you look so young. And here I felt intimidated by you....hee hee. Well, actually I still do...but not as much....I'm rambling again. Bye!
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405 posted 03-31-2004 04:49 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

and Chrislane? Try begging.

I did and it worked. Except I sang a different tune:

"All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?
Lots of choc'lates for me to eat,
Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat.
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet,
Aow, wouldn't it be loverly?"

"Wouldn't it be loverly?"
--My Fair Lady

YEP. I SANG LOUD, over and over again, until he relented.




I am annoying when I beg. Once? We were in the grocery, and I ADORE mangoes, but they were out of season and pretty pricey at that. But I just had to have 'em. He looked at the price and said, "no way."

So I held two mangoes at breast height, and followed him through the grocery, jiggling my mangoes and making them "talk":

"Please suh! We do so want to come home with you!"



"Just put the damned things in the buggy, and be quiet, wouldja?"




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406 posted 03-31-2004 06:00 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Don't let Chris fool ya.

Chris, you have a beautiful computer area all to yourself with a beautiful view!
Complete with fireplace, and other various wild animals which said spouse does not keep upstairs in the scarey room.

I took over my office...yup..slowly,
one day at a time..slowly and deliberately.

Wiz is now permanently in the dungeon with the raccoon we acquired from Chris's hubby.

Wonderful bro-in-law he is.   Hi Rick!

Christopher, enjoy the time with your baby when he/she arrives..it goes by in the blink of an eye.

Oooh..memories...love the scent of a newborn!!  

Nothing quite like it.....
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407 posted 03-31-2004 06:37 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

"We've got sunlight on the sand...
we've got moonlight on the seas...
we've got mangoes and bananas ..
you can pick right off the trees."

"We ain't Got Dames"  South Pacific

lol....Karen in the grocery store jiggling her mangoes!!

Still, it is just a corner of the house, but I guess a corner is better than nothin'. Rick has put up with my angels and fairies, seashells and scented candles. I guess I can deal with his stuffed owl staring down at me.   Geesh, no wonder my muse keeps taking off on holiday!
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408 posted 03-31-2004 07:02 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Ah, progression and babies…they seem to go hand in hand.

So we’ve progressed to office stories.  Heh.  I like my office story…

When we moved into our three bedroom house 14 years ago, give or take a few months, we had a cat, dog, two kids, and of course, two adults.  [Sometimes argued against, but oh well…]

The smallest bedroom went to the littlest kid, and the bigger of the smaller rooms went to the older kid, and we got the main room [not all that big, but when all you do is sleep…ah....well].

My oldest daughter moved out six months later, so the youngest daughter moved into the middle room, and we kept the smaller room as a “guest room”.  Just a bed, some small set of drawers, very simple.  My mother was able to visit in 1992 before she passed away a few months later, and stayed in our “guest” room.  But the bed was not comfortable, so we gave her our daughter’s bed, who in the meantime decided she wanted to live “downstairs” in the basement [a couple of more small rooms down there, in addition to a large laundry area, and a family room.]  She was demanding [sigh] her privacy…[Christopher, that’s a hint…they grow up!]

The small bedroom slowly made its transition into a sitting room.  No one sat in it much.  We “lived” a lot in the basement where the largest TV resides [we have, at last count, six of ‘em…and, do TV’s reside?]  Anyway, I did most everything from writing letters to Christmas cards to paying bills in my lap or on a TV tray downstairs.  After a while [or was it my age?] I thought “this is ridiculous” and started clamoring not only for a small desk which we could put upstairs in the “sitting room” but a computer, as well.

Now, by this time, youngest daughter was out of the house, so hubby wanted me to move into the downstairs area a/k/a former bedroom and you know what?  I was getting pretty danged tired of the basement.  Every house we had lived in during our marriage has had a basement [except for the CA homes] and I was tired of living “in the dark”, so to speak.  I wanted fresh air and SUNSHINE!  I suggested we put a desk in the “sitting room” and work from there.

The “first office” was a joke.  It had a standard desk which we bought as a kit with a small hutch.  I love putting things together, and was proud when it didn’t fall apart.  But, when we put a computer monitor on top of it, we lost most of any desk “area” for working.  Stacking, yes, but working?  No.  So, we both played in the office, but our playtime wasn’t conducive to our marriage.  Neither was sharing one computer.

Now, let me digress.  Over the last few years, our firm has generously “voted” to give staff a bonus at the end of each year, depending on how well we did financially.  A “pool” of specified dollars is split between the staff members who have been at the firm a full year or more, and/or have maintained a full year’s worth of employment [go on a 3 month hiatus for having a baby and you’re out…but if you take a normal six weeks maternity leave, you’re not dinged].  The first year, it was a very modest bonus, but welcome all the same.  Paid for Christmas presents.  In the last few years, it’s been what I would call “substantial”  [Paid for the cruise, hey?!]  But I jumped ahead.

About 2.5 years ago, just prior to guessing that it was going to be a “good year” fiscally, my husband decided to take over the “old” computer and let me get a good one, which he would buy.  I ended up with my XP, and it’s been purring ever since.  [I treat her nice.]  He took the old one, and put it on a makeshift table down in the basement.  About the time it died, [I don’t think it liked the dark] it was time for our bonus to arrive, right after Christmas, and my present to me was a new L-shaped desk w/hutch, which I put together myself.  We moved the old desk downstairs into the old bedroom, and husband set up “his” office, by immediately going out and buying a little less expensive XP model [after all, I got one, didn’t I?  Don’t you love compromise?]

So, two computers on two different floors…works much better than trying to share an office.  Mine is “all me” as is his, all his.  

Then a little over a year ago some of you may be aware that we did a total remodel job of the house.  Well, I dug my heels in again, because there were some rooms in which I wanted to have wood floors.  Did I waver?  Nope, not an inch.  I have wood floors in my kitchen and dining area, in my office, and in my other “spare” bedroom [I kind of live in there, too…]  

So now, I have my office just about the way I want it.  Soft walls, a few framed keepsakes and a lot of knick-knacks, my wood floor and three small rugs; a great office chair, my rocker, the old antique washstand and one bookshelf that needs a mate; my crystals, my chimes, my west window overlooking the backyard, and a lot of soft lighting when I need it.  Oh yes, a TV, too…

See?





And?  Since I tried my DVD player on my computer the other day?  I think now all I need in here is a coffee pot and a microwave, and I could call it HOME.  [The bathroom is right across the hall and heck, I need some exercise… ]

I LIVE in here!


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409 posted 03-31-2004 07:17 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

SWEET!

and oh yes, I'm a happy bibliophile too.

I will finally be able to shelve my library--I'm having built-ins made--with a windowseat! (He doesn't know this yet.)

sighing...I'll have my library, my bed, my pc, AND a walk in closet with a vanity...

all housed behind French doors (that I can CLOSE) the walls have been textured and painted a color called "Timescape".

And since I have a penchant for storyboarding with post-it notes, the wall behind my desk will boast a sheet of plexi-glass, for just that purpose...I considered a mirror, but? NAH. I'd hate to have to put on make up to type. (I have never understood web-cam folks--no offense)

ah...HOME.

"He" may never see me again.

Considering the mangoes? I think he's counting on it.

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410 posted 03-31-2004 07:31 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Ser, I haven't counted my books, but we have another "nook" downstairs that houses shelves of books; and I have books in the bedrooms, stacked here and there...like I said, I need "another" bookshelf in my office...I really do!  [I'm sure it wouldn't surprise you to know I have books/magazines in the bathroom, right?]

And I get in to them a LOT....



And see the old washstand?  It houses my CD's....gotta have my music, too...

By the by...when we were remodeling?  I wanted the whole west side of the house to go out about 4' thataway so I could do some of the fancy things you're going to be doing...sigh.  Didn't win THAT battle....

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (04-01-2004 08:01 PM).]

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411 posted 03-31-2004 07:36 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

You just remember the lesson of the mangoes...



gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Heh...I think I need to send you a snapshot...
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413 posted 04-01-2004 03:39 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Gee. Thanks Kari. My breasts needed that encouragement.

now sssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh....

everybody's sleeping.

I already told you all that my son was the recipient of a scholarship to art camp this summer, right? Right.

He's proud, and won't admit it.

He's fourteen years old and his pride won't allow him to admit that he is tickled beyond belief.

I wish ya'll could see him. He stands taller than I do now, and taller than his father too. He's handsome, with a slight resemblence to JFK Jr at that age. He is confident and easy in manner too. The girls are mad for him but he is decidedly uninterested. He had a girl once, the "sweater-girl"--she was the desire of all the boys, and I confess she tried my patience with her phone calls. I knew though, when those calls ceased, something was amiss.

"When did you and "xxx" break up?" I asked my son casually.

"How did you know?" he asked, wide-eyed.

I played it mysterious.

"Moms know," I replied. "Was it awful, baby?"
(I so wanted to hold his hand again.)

And he laughed.

"Hell NO!"

er...huh? I was ready to make the boy a cup of cocoa.

"I was relieved!"

Huh?

"Tell me about it?..." I nodded toward the loveseat across from me, but he would have none of it.

"Look," he said without too much drama, "It's like this. Women are a pain in the ass. One? They talk too much. Two? You have to buy them things. Three? It always seems to be the wrong thing!"

Oh.

I smiled.

"I have things I want to do with my life--women will get in the way!"

He slammed his bedroom door.

Oh.

I said, aloud, "it's okay if you're gay..."



"I HEARD that!" as he cranked up some new torture--celtic deathmetal?

But he's won this scholarship to a fairly prestigious school of art. The only way to get him there is to put him on the city bus too. (I'm a little ambivilant.)

So I called my sister and told her. After due congratulations I voiced my apprehension:

"Do you think it's okay? To send him into the city alone?"

I didn't wait for her to answer.

I answered myself:

"I guess it's okay, I went to Mardi Gras alone at fourteen."

silence.

Then she answered:

"Karen? At fourteen? I was married to a MARINE, pregnant and on a plane to California, and it turned out 'okay'."

Gawd I love my sister.

I only hope my son is half as sweet and twice as tough.

If he is? Then nothing can harm him.

thanks twist

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414 posted 04-01-2004 04:41 AM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

Zach - Congratulations and boy you deserve it!  What an excellent way to spend the summer and get out of working too!

Ah, 14, now that was a good year.  If my memory serves me right I go along with your sister for the most part, except I didn't marry anyone, at least not that year.  Heck I was taking the bus downtown to shop by 8 Karen, and flying by myself at 10, but times are different now that is for sure.

Now, as for having an office, my solution was really quite simple to accomplish that.  I got rid of the husband and the entire house became my office.

Oh by the way Mrs. Serenity, you are the only person I know that I have to reach on a computer to say, get off - I am phoning!  

Seriously though, fantastic news on Zach's accomplishment, brag on Mom!

And Karilea ... I know you are reading this - I hope you are dealing with that editing   we are all waiting you know?

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Serenity, my friend, your boy sounds like he'll make it to oh, about age 28, before that little girl [or any little girl] becomes "just the right" woman.  Ok, ok, I see the independent males out there, shaking their heads, but you KNOW it happens at least once...

But for now, I offer my heartiest congratulations.  He truly doesn't realize that not every student is this talented or gets this kind of chance in life.  We are all quite proud of him, and you can tell him I said so.

Mysteria?  I was really a good girl last night.  I worked on two chapters, not only in hand-editing but then turning around and getting it onto the computer, too...so, in rough draft form, the book now stands at 466 pages, and 137,802 words.  

I guess you can say that my "first" effort was just one huge ROUGH DRAFT and I am now adding more dialogue, more depth, etc.  Ok, I see the purists saying "less is more"...but it can't be less until more is seen, and then the hacking may commence!
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416 posted 04-01-2004 07:19 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

You need to meet my daughter, then.

She has this thick chestnut hair, that once was blonde, and she has the assurance of a woman already--tossing that mane over her shoulders.

I watch her sometimes and I'm just astounded.

She says, "What?" laughing, and looks at me, and giggles, "Stop.."

But I can't.

She's gorgeous.

She can write a story in the middle of chaos.

I have seen her do it, too.

She didn't think I was paying attention, but she took her notebook, off to the side, and wrote with the grace of a scribe in the middle of madness that we call we home. She writes the way I wish I could. Occasionally, she peeks at me, to see if I am looking--we both blush when we're caught.

"Stop..." she smiles, totally pleased.

We continue that game.

There is something so lovely, so totally encompassing about beauty that doesn't realize itself. That's her.

She has these long lashes that drift down; they leave leave palmetto shadows on her cheeks, and now and then? I catch a glimpse of the dew that's weeping from her eye, just before she blushes, protesting,

"Stop..."

My daughter writes tragedies.

The Chinese say that might be good luck.

It has to be, don't you think?
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quote:
There is something so lovely, so totally encompassing about beauty that doesn't realize itself. That's her.


I love her!
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1 April 04 [Lunch notes][no April Fool, except for the author… ]

New leaves
Turning, caught up in spin
Air playing tag with leaf tips
Yesterday’s matter
Scattered     mulched     forsaken
                    At least a grave
                    Holds bones

~*~

Who scattered these thoughts?
Tempestuous as they are,
Not me, I cry
[Chicken Little comes to mind]
but no, not me, I would never put
this sacred self (in His eyes)
                     into mirrored misery.
                     Where were the red flags?

~*~

Sports Bar
NFL ceiling fans turn
Un-smoked air, placed before
Conditions of public censure
Said “enough”
                       They could save on electricity
                       By turning eight of the ten off
                      At least until the AC
                     Needs kickin’ on
                        Goal.

~*~

Play with me
                Glee sang merrily
                                 Abashed, humbled,
                                                 Let the words fall
                                                                        Haphazardly
Muse played
         I watched
            She smiled
                   Somehow,
                   All the words
Jelled – some semblance of sense
             From hazards happening.

~*~

Take the notepad.
                      But what to write about?
Observe/vations
                      By whom, muse, or me?
Does it matter?
                      Scribbling seems automatic
If you can still read it
It’s not a scribble.

                       Write on.

~*~

Next word please.
                                           Snippets
Snap out of it.  Overused.
                                           Overused?  Ha!  Under needed.
You would be overused?
                                            Only if I can choose how

~*~

I would write chokas
They need ninety-nine poets
And only one me.

~*~

There sit the journals
One for each grandchild.
                   What are you waiting for?
                   Write in them.


I would, but
                   What?
I am afraid of my mistakes.
                   Get over it!

~*~

I feel – disconnected.
                   You wrote before you typed
Yes, but –
        I recognize my fallacies
        In my handwriting.

~*~

What is your best characteristic?
                        Love.
What is your worst flaw?
                        Sigh.  Love.

~*~

You recently wrote of procrastination.
                        Yes
What happened afterwards?
                        I put it behind me,
                        and started afresh

Are you ready to fail now?
                        Yes
What if it is a success, this venture?
                        If it is a success, it will be so
                        only in some minds

Not all minds?
                        No.
Then why proceed?
                        Because it’s a positive failure
                        if I don’t.

They why proceed?
                        Because I must.

~*~

Are you connected now?
                        Only when I hit “submit”.

(you ARE allowing this kind of stuff, yes???)
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Not only is it allowed, but I LOVE it--

now do me a favor and keep the journal warm for me?

I'm being paged. grumble.
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The office was done in a style that I liked--beige carpet, in semi-plush waves that mimicked sand. The walls were this yellow-beige, fade-to-blue, sea rushing waves (suggested) toward his office door. The art posted coral--shades of orange and pink, and then there was the slate of the desks, in ringed slabs of cobalt.

I walked to a table, off to the left of the seating arrangement, and perused the pamphlet offerings. I smiled as I read the menu.

There was a twelve-step program for everything it seemed.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

I was startled out of my reverie, and noticed a shaggily handsome guy--his blue eyes spoke merriment and I liked him right away for that.

"Yeah," I answered. "I'm looking for a 12-step group for people addicted to self-help groups."

He closed his eyes only slightly and suggested,

"Why don't you take one of each, and come on into my office?"

UNBELIEVABLE.

I'd just met my "shrink".

*  *  *

He didn't look like a doctor. This man looked like he could, well? roll...

He had crystals set about his office and I looked at him like, "WHAT?" as me and my husband sat down.

We were there for to discuss domestic violence.

It was just a "happy coincidence" (?) that Dr. Denton was also the head of addictive disorders at LSU Med center.

We had spent forty-five minutes in the waiting room answering questions on a clipboard--we spent the next hour clarifying them.

I don't know if it was the sundown light that played lavender into that man's eyes, his gentle tones, or just the relief of somebody, finally listening, but I fell into a well of gratitude that was him and I wanted to hug his knees--thank you--before we left.

Y'see? The very first thing Dr. Denton taught me was this:

NOBODY is allowed to physically hurt me.

*  *  *

My first epiphany.

*  *  *

I grew boundaries.

serenity blaze
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421 posted 04-03-2004 04:41 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I just read what I wrote, and I am sitting here feeling helpless, because I really doubt my little message hit home as epiphany:

"Nobody is allowed to physically hurt you."

I honestly didn't know that.

boom-boom-heart-beat-boom

I feel like I was a raised on another planet--I hear the commons of the the standards and I am still in disbelief.

boom-boom-heart-pissed-boom

My world is volatile, and always has been.

I heard the doc questioning, I heard my own wooden answers. I tried not to look at my husband as he voiced his own reasonings.

But there was a point, in this conversation, where I felt I like ceased to exist.

There I was staring at my toes, and I heard Dr. Denton cornering my husband, and my palms itched for want of claws, and I grew fangs, spatting restraint.

Leave him alone

That's when I saw that bastard smile, and Dr. Denton took a pamphlet from his desk and tossed it to me:

"Co-dependency: the cause, the effect--The genetics of the alcoholic child"

My love for him turned to hate.

Just like that.
Sunshine
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Member Caelestus
since 06-25-99
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Listening to every heart


422 posted 04-03-2004 10:02 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


  I'm listening.
vlraynes
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since 07-25-2000
Posts 9136
Somewhere... out there...


423 posted 04-03-2004 11:30 AM       View Profile for vlraynes   Email vlraynes   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit vlraynes's Home Page   View IP for vlraynes


me too...
nakdthoughts
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since 10-29-2000
Posts 19275
Between the Lines


424 posted 04-03-2004 12:43 PM       View Profile for nakdthoughts   Email nakdthoughts   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for nakdthoughts

I wish I could write of past events in my life, but all that seems to come to my mind is today and what tomorrow will bring.

Between job hunting, and visiting my sister as much as I can and trying to straighten out my personal life...it seems endless and tiring. Just last week my sister(Marcia) and I were discussing plans for our Mother's 80th birthday and one day later we are discussing my sister's last 3 months of living.

We went out clothes shopping for her husband, because as she put it she didn't want him having holey underwear after she was gone. I wish I had her strength and attitude...My mother (who lives in another state) doesn't wish to talk about it and is very moody, which got worse when her sister (our aunt) had a heart attack this week. If  bad news comes in threes, I am afraid to hear what comes next.

It is rainy and cold today and tonight/tomorrow snow may show it's white...
I know Spring is around the corner..but I sure wish it would turn it already.

I enjoy reading all the stories, Karen, Chris, Nancy, Vicky, Sharon and Karilea. We have alot more in common than most would think.

hugs all
M

"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
(Will Moss)

 
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