Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
The following was written by Robert Hogan. He gave me his permission to use this anytime. It was in my blast for a while.
Feeling allows pain, but feeling allows love. It's a trade off. I can deal with pain, I could nor would not want to numb myself to love.
When I read this, it really touched me. It actually changed the way I viewed some things. I have been blessed to know much love in my life. Family and friends. I've known the romantic love. I have loved very deeply. Sometimes the love we feel isn't returned but, I think that having the ability to Love is a wonderful thing.
I don't know if I'll ever give that kind of love to anyone again. Honestly, it scares the shit out of me. I don't fall in love easily but, when I do, I fall hard. I have known the pain of love but, I can't say that I regret the times it was in my life.
What I really think is, I'm tired. I haven't slept much the past few days and I just have too much stuff rolling around in my head. Since I have to get up at 4 AM, I think I'm going to try to call it a night.
Hope you all have had a great weekend.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
This is the note she left me:
When my girls were young, the band-aid was a magical thing. No matter the problem, a band-aid always seemed to be the fix. That or a kiss to the offended area. Still works with the grandmonsters.
It was a cure-all for everything it seemed. Skinned knees, scratches and sometimes even when there seemed to be no evidence of a ...
As they got older the magic of the band-aid receded. Walking out of childhood into the teenage years and growing into a young adult, the power of the band-aid was lost. Sad isn't it, the things we lose from childhood.
A kiss seemed to have the same affect. I always tried to kiss the hurt away. Once, when Brandy was young, she literally busted her arse. Admist the tears, she began to laugh. She looked at me and said kiss it Mama. The little shite. It's a moment I'll always remember. Laughter through tears....
It seems the older they get, the harder it is to kiss the hurt away. We watch as our children go through the pains of life and most times, there's not much we can do. I feel so helpless sometimes and long for the power of the band-aid.
When they suffer the trials of life, we can love them, be there for them, give advice but most times we just have to let time heal the wounds.
Being a Mother is the hardest job there is I think. But, it's also one that's full of rewards.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
The Word of the Day for September 9 is:
lugubrious \loo-GOO-bree-us\ adjective
1 : mournful; especially : exaggeratedly or affectedly mournful
2 : dismal
Katie's friends guessed immediately from her lugubrious expression that she and her boyfriend had broken up.
"Then beneath that lugubrious lament comes a kind of gentle chugging rhythm, like the clickety-clack of a train, against which Sweeney thumbs his nose at the sentimentality established at the start of the song." — From a review by Steven Leigh Morris in LA Weekly, June 14, 2012
Did you know?
"It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery," wrote Publilius Syrus in the first century BC. Perhaps this explains why "lugubrious" is so woeful—it's all alone. Sure, we can dress up "lugubrious" with suffixes to form "lugubriously" or "lugubriousness," but the word remains essentially an only child—the sole surviving English offspring of its Latin ancestors. This wasn't always the case, though. "Lugubrious" once had a linguistic living relative in "luctual," an adjective meaning "sad" or "sorrowful." Like "lugubrious," "luctual" traced ultimately to the Latin verb "lugēre," meaning "to mourn." "Luctual," however, faded into obsolescence long ago, leaving "lugubrious" to carry on the family's mournful mission all alone.
The above is copy and pasted from my daily email. I love words and enjoy learning new ones. This one, however, seemed to fit the moment. The atmosphere in Multiply is "lugubrious." The time is coming when we won't be here. I don't remember feeling this way when 360 closed. Maybe, my connections there weren't as strong as the connections I've made here. There are friends here from 360 still, but many have fallen along the wayside.
There are a few friends I made here that I haven't heard from in a long time. Emm is one. I miss her so much. I worry about here and she's in my thoughts often. I do have her on my messenger and an email address, so I'll still send a note now and then, just to let her know I'm thinking of her. I did have her phone numbers, but it was in one of the phones I drowned. I really need to invest in an address book.
It's the same with Pam, or Vamp as most knew here. She pops in occasionally just to let me know she's still breathing. The last I heard, she was very happy and on her way to becoming a blushing bride....LOL She would kill me for that. People didn't always understand her and couldn't see how she and I could be friends, but we clicked.....and a bond was formed.
Some of the friends here have gone on to FB. I'm not a big facebook fan, but I can keep up with them there. Rach, Claire, Linda B, and Holly. Many of you are there also. Becky, aka Mop, I keep with me wherever I go. One of these days I'm gonna get that Chic here or Morticia and I are gonna have to make that trip.
I'm hanging here till the end.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012