Way too much sadness in this world

There really is. Wish I could wrap all of you up in my arms with a giant hug and soothe away all the anxiety, all the grief. :(

If you don't have anything nice to say

Sooo I'm gonna just keep on keepin' to myself lately. Except I could use a really good bitch session with a couple beers for good measure. And it's nothing really - it's just life. I really am trying to get over myself, really. Arrogance, judgment, and the like, those are some pretty big sins. I'm just not a fast learner.

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And then there's this in my inbox: bloom where you're planted

D'oh! Seriously just start hitting me upside the head with bricks randomly during the day. I probably need it.

Eleanor Roosevelt says

"Every time you meet a situation, though you think at the time it is an impossibility and you go through the torture of the damned, once you have met it and lived through it, you find that forever after you are freer than you were before. "

Saw this today on Valentine's and thought of our so called "rough patch." So very true, so very true. (Yes it was worth repeating twice!)

For the record . . .

For the record . . .

If you want to fight for my reproductive rights, try doing that by protecting birth and pregnancy. I don't need the right to kill life. I need the right to live and the right to protect my children.

For the record . . .

A person in need is a person in need, regardless of race, nationality, religious affiliation, gender, etc. Love one another as I have loved you. That's the cross worth picking up. Nowhere is it said love only those you deem worthy. It is not worth picking up the cry but what about me and mine? We are ALL one whether you choose to accept it or not.

The most important of these is LOVE. Real love. Unconditional love. Strive for it.

Love does not cast stones.

put the lime in the coconut

I know I'm a dork

But I don't care

because . . .

I'm a dork for you!


la la la from the mommiverse

same old same old let's make something new

I have an inner monologue that I can never remember later. I need a psychic stenographer. Then all of my important thoughts and imagined teachings could be published and circulated to make the world a better place.

Don't you know? My way is the best way.

(don't lie. i know you think it too.)

Soooo . . . latest internal ramblings are a combination of goals, loss, advice that can never be given. 'Bout sums it up. Peace out and enjoy the vagueness. woot.

ugh! what you didn't want to know

So of course with a title like that now you just gotta know, don't ya?

Heartburn so bad I just spit up a wee bit of o the barfie in me mouth. Yum.

3 weeks is seeming very very very long. And I still have things to finish. But honestly, at this point, I kind of feel like, what do I really need to prepare? I have boobs and they're ready. Preparing the "nursery" is a total farce - this kid will spend most if not all nights where the last one did is my educated guess, which was right in our bed next to my 2 natural pacifers, silicone and paraben free, ha. :) My slings have already been unearthed and washed. Someone else can put the carseat in, it's been bought, it's ready and waiting. A few more weeks, just gotta make it a few more.