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In My Heart Forever: May 2008
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In My Heart Forever. Saturday, May 31, 2008. I am alone again. Your brothers are out and your father is asleep and I sit here by myself. If you were here you'd most likely be asleep as well. Sometimes being so alone hurts. It causes pain beyond belief. This really has nothing to do with you except after you died and your grandmother died I slipped into the abyss of depression. I am so sorry you had to suffer. No infant should have to go through what you went through. Tuesday, May 13, 2008. In Myanmar man...
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In My Heart Forever: Woulda, coulda, shoulda
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In My Heart Forever. Tuesday, June 9, 2009. Woulda, coulda, shoulda. My son you'd be 14 years old now. You'd be excited (and maybe a tiny bit scared) that middle school was almost over and that high school would begin for you in September. If you took after your older brothers we'd be getting ready for All-Stars in Little League or perhaps you would have moved up to select baseball. Maybe you would have liked tennis. Your dad was good enough to play the pro circuit, he just did not how to get sponsor...
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In My Heart Forever: December 2008
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In My Heart Forever. Thursday, December 18, 2008. My baby boy, how I miss holding you in my arms, against my chest. I miss hearing you breath, I miss feeling the weight of you as I rocked. Some days are dark with loneliness and Christmas time is particularly difficult. I cannot get into the spirit even almost 13 years after you slipped away to heaven. I have fallen into the darkness again. You'd think I would have a handle on this but it just doesn't work that way. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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In My Heart Forever: January 2008
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In My Heart Forever. Friday, January 25, 2008. After our traumatic trip to the ER last week plus the traumatic drug reaction that brought me as close to psychotic as I ever want to be, I'm feeling the loss. This time 12 years ago Bren was very very sick. He tried to die several times but my female Christian friends came to sit deathwatch with me. Six women who cared so much for Brennan and me. Brennan refused to die. Glad he lived for his 10 months. Sunday, January 20, 2008. This is not meant to be a put...
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don’t think it can’t happen again | security is for cadavers
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Security is for cadavers. So……So you think you can tell…. →. February 20, 2015 · 12:35 pm. Don’t think it can’t happen again. Today marks the anniversary of FDR signing executive order 9066, which authorized the indefinite detention of nearly 150,000 people on American soil. So……So you think you can tell…. →. 3 responses to “. Don’t think it can’t happen again. February 20, 2015 at 12:44 pm. A sorry anniversary indeed. February 22, 2015 at 12:26 pm. February 23, 2015 at 9:45 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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God’s away on business… | security is for cadavers
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Security is for cadavers. CALS – the beginning. As expected, the flapdoodles have taken over…. →. June 8, 2015 · 8:14 pm. God’s away on business…. Has to be. Can be the only explanation for what has happened today. Early text from friend and former workmate; a mutual friend of our’s father passed away last night. Sad for our friend who is a good woman and has not had the easiest of roads to hoe…although she’s always managed to do it with grace and a smile. How was your day, dear? 7 responses to “. Got a ...
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As expected, the flapdoodles have taken over…. | security is for cadavers
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Security is for cadavers. God’s away on business…. The separated man →. June 21, 2015 · 4:23 pm. As expected, the flapdoodles have taken over…. The debate over “the flag” is custom made for the looney politicians and puffed up media blowhards. Self-righteous tongues in both camps are already flopping in spasms like so many flounders washed ashore gasping for water. It’s a jackpot topic that may possibly hold up straight through to November 2016. The debate needs to surround how to deal with hundreds of y...
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Life of a Barefoot MomLady: Trying New Things - Grinding Our Own Meat
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Tuesday, July 19, 2011. Trying New Things - Grinding Our Own Meat. Last week, I shared how I overcame my fear and canned tomatoes for the first time. This week isn't about overcoming a fear, but finally getting off my duff and doing something I've been meaning to for some time now. Ever since Marye told the world about an additive in hamburger meat known industrially as "pink slime". It just takes me forever and a day to get around to doing things. Afford to buy chuck roast when it's on sale, though, and...
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Mid-CenturyModernMoms: Meet The Mid-Century Modern Moms
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Meet The Mid-Century Modern Moms. Daisy"also blogs at Compost Happens. And It's A Mother's Garden of Verses. At least she posts when she can in between writing lesson plans and correcting papers for her day job as an elementary teacher. And What was I Reviewing? You pronounce her name Mar-ga- leet. You pronounce her name Ore-a. Once upon a time, Ilona. Was a teacher. She had the big white wedding, married Mr. Right and had three lovely children, who she homeschooled for the first few years. (...She event...
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In My Heart Forever: The Darkest Night
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In My Heart Forever. Thursday, December 18, 2008. My baby boy, how I miss holding you in my arms, against my chest. I miss hearing you breath, I miss feeling the weight of you as I rocked. Some days are dark with loneliness and Christmas time is particularly difficult. I cannot get into the spirit even almost 13 years after you slipped away to heaven. I have fallen into the darkness again. You'd think I would have a handle on this but it just doesn't work that way. December 20, 2008 at 2:17 PM.
