tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180009812011-04-21T19:32:33.246-05:00Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00349821485483780163noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18000981.post-1132518522516817472005-11-20T14:25:00.000-06:002005-11-20T14:28:42.533-06:00

I can't blame it entirely on the shove.

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Impossible to believe that it has been so long between posts. So much has happened that I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. I know if I would come here and leave it upon these pages the mind might not be so tormented. Alas, I am a Creature fond of the Torment. We have grown to be quite chums. So I shall hang onto it for a while longer and spew it forth soonly.Going to see mother today, breathe

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8 Firsts...First Best Friend: Twins, Christy & MistyFirst Kiss: JoeFirst Screen Name: GazongaChicFirst Pet: A horse named Taffy..really my brother's but we sharedFirst Piercing: Ear lobesFirst Crush: Sonny Warren Kindergarten through 10th gradeFirst Car: Tan Ford TempoFirst Detention: 9th grade7 Lasts...Last Cigarette: About a month agoLast alchoholic beverage: Same day as last smokeLast Car Ride

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There's a lovely frame that sits here on my desk. Heavy, white, with white etchings of vines and doves...in gold cursive atop it reads "Happily ever after begins today". My favorite picture from our ceremony is inside allowing onlookers to peek inside. I wonder if they make one that reads "Happily ever after ends now" or something to the like..? Wouldn't it be nice to have a picture of that

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I knew I loved her. That has never been a question. It was once again confirmed today. If you can measure Love by how angry you can become on someone's behalf...we're about as deep in as you can get. I don't have time to post right now but I will in the morning.

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Thoughts of Catonya today...Free music video codes by PCPlanets.com

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I have a few hours alone with my husband today. It will be good to just hang out with him. Last night was fantastic..bells, whistles..the Works! I woke up kissing the most beautiful man on this earth.

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If it would just move a nano-second slower. If I could just turn my head a half turn faster. I would be able to see what it is. Still, it evades me. It's dark. Blurry. Gray around the edges sometimes. Not always. It's the not always that leaves me believing there is more than one. If it were the same area each time I might lay the blame directly upon the way the light or lack of hits

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I have exhausted myself sitting here today. Been awake too many hours and the one's I slept through can't really be considered rest. By no means are those hours peaceful. But they are getting better.Some say to cry, just let it all out and you'll feel better. Maybe. We did something different Sunday night. We laughed. We laughed so hard we cried. It was the hardest we have ever laughed

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Something not quite fair about missing him when we are in the same room, same vehicle, same bed.. So many times I want to reach out and hold him, crawl into his lap and be rocked like a baby. I know he'd welcome me. Why can't I get there? It is so much deeper than it reads.I'm tired of being lost. I'm sick of crying for something that is so attainable yet I am unable to reach it. I'm weary.

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Another transfer:Friday, October 14, 2005Do we get an A for Effort? It's hard to admit defeat. It's not defeat. It's an effort, another attempt at salvaging something that we never thought would be in need of salvaging. It's not defeat...but if it were, it would be hard to admit.That little saying has always seemed off to me...I realize that A is the grade, the assumed "best" grade, yet in my

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It's not often that we get "Do-Over's" so I am going to grant myself this one. It's tough though to know the right place to begin again. I picked this one.Friday, October 07, 2005A million times a minute...Meeting the Owens' Family has definitely changed my life. I am so aware of the way I treat the people I love. I am so thankful that they love me in return. My heart has never been more full of

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