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Something Baby Blue: Mistake

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Monday, September 19, 2011. I had notes that I wrote in my dresser. I see a page on top of the television. It’s the TV that I bought from a roommate before she moved away. I wonder why this piece of paper is there and I make the mistake of looking at it. It’s not one that I wrote. 2 Singing the blues:. Ugh That is like a punch in the gut. Im sorry. I hope.no, I BELIEVE, youll find someone who gives you that kind of love. You are more than worth it, friend. Diya Aur Baati Hum. View my complete profile.

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Something Baby Blue: July 2010

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010. Under the daylight moon, a stream of confusion, nothing is this bright. The expanding blueness stretches out to offer hope, a false sense of safe. Under the daylight moon comes a hint that the night will fall upon us. Scatter and shuffle to finish before the soft comforts embrace the depleted. I am not scared of the dark. The daylight moon transmits the cue for the noise to lull. The multitude of distress to dissipate. Just a little further away, it is always there. I Got Two, Babe.

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Something Baby Blue: June 2010

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Friday, June 25, 2010. Three fingertip bruises contradict the words that shattered my heart. It wasn’t hard falling for you. I felt drawn in. The force of that pull was more than I could have imagined. And you were always there. With each word, I grew stronger and pinned my hopes a little higher. I felt connected on every level, sharing so many of the same ideals and values. 3 Singing the blues. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Attack of the Redneck Mommy.

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Something Baby Blue: November 2011

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Thursday, November 10, 2011. Refrigerator, refrigerator, fridge. 2 Singing the blues. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Attack of the Redneck Mommy. Baby in the City. Bread Crumbs In The Butter. Crazy Thoughts By Chelle. Finding Yourself Despite Yourself. This) Girl's Gone Child. I Got Two, Babe. The Kids Are Alright. Mimi on the Breach. Mom, Ma'am, Me. Mommy off the Record. Musings of a Self-Proclaimed Supermom. Ruthless in the Suburbs. So the Fish Said.

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Something Baby Blue: August 2011

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011. I can attempt to distract myself. But I know I am transparent. Into a foray of aimlessly engaging. Still, my only focus is you. Clueless to what you are thinking. This wall shelters me. By the weight of your rejection. For you to hold me close. Succumbing to this fate. I’ll be waiting endlessly. For something that will never be. 0 Singing the blues. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Attack of the Redneck Mommy. Baby in the City.

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Something Baby Blue: December 2010

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Friday, December 17, 2010. That keeps the blood warm. The weight of a thousand blankets. The love in my haunted heart. Sending tidal waves that steal my breath. My sweet ghost fills the space. More than any other soul. With no signs of vacating. Forever in my haunted heart. 2 Singing the blues. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Attack of the Redneck Mommy. Baby in the City. Bread Crumbs In The Butter. Crazy Thoughts By Chelle. Finding Yourself Despite Yourself.

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Something Baby Blue: September 2010

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Thursday, September 23, 2010. Self-serving, overbearing and toxic. The disease takes hold and sabotages all that was once good. When I didn’t suspect anything she crept in to suppress without regard. How quickly it spread. Indeed I am in awe of the evil weight it possesses. Now I fear that nothing can fix these cells. Even cut out and removed, the damage cannot be reversed. It is too late. Anger does not change a thing. Denial gives it authority. Accepting is defeat. 0 Singing the blues. Baby in the City.

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myMOMtra: May 2007

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I'm just one person . . . . who ends up doing an awful lot. Tuesday, May 29, 2007. Many people have theories on how a couple should "test". Their relationship before they walk down the isle. Some experts suggest counseling while others offer a checklist of discussion topics before knowing that this soul mate is "The One". Over the holiday weekend I purchased a new patio table. And revs it a few times as if it were a handlebar to a motorcycle. Zoom in on that magnetic tip feature.Love it! Out of the Mouths.

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myMOMtra: the Mommy Ballet

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I'm just one person . . . . who ends up doing an awful lot. Tuesday, October 30, 2007. It's an internal battle I have constantly. I feel like their childhood is slipping away. How do I hang on to more of their sweet innocent yumminess? How do I make sure I'm preparing them for adulthood, self assuredness and the big world? How does anyone do it? Out of the Mouths. Isn't all of mommy-ing like a ballet? Balancing on our toes and working with a partner. Sounds like a wonderful night! View my complete profile.

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myMOMtra: August 2007

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I'm just one person . . . . who ends up doing an awful lot. Saturday, August 25, 2007. Table for 4 please. Why does this 1950's image make me feel so validated as a mother. I have to confess, I've quickly updated this image to the 21st century as my husband actually cooked the dinner. This post is cross posted at. Links to this post. Maneuvered, white knuckled, several miles home as I made my way through the obstacle course of the aftermath of the storm. The rest of this post can be found at. I suppose I...