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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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Today is: 2002-05-12 - @ 1:50 p.m.
MOM day all time - is relative
*Sigh* My sister is gone. Thank god. I am breathing easy for the first time since she got here. I geuss I should explain about my sister and our relationship with each other, but I am still discouraged from the last attempted entry concerning my sister, so I will leave that for another day. But, before I go, a quick note. Yesterday I took my boyfriends mom a cake and some red and yellow roses for Mother's Day. Then I talked to her today and she was a little sniffy as she told me that becuase her own mother has passed on, this time of year is alwys a bit hard for her. Her mother's favorite flower, it seemed, was a yellow rose. She said, "Angels sent you to give me a kiss from my mother. God Bles you and I love you." I love her to death, such a wonderful lady.
all time - is relative