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Tomorrow is my youngest’s birthday. And I’m sitting here staring at my computer thinking… how the heck did eleven years go by so fast??? It just doesn’t seem like she’s been here that long.
My oldest daughter is turning 16 next month. This should be causing a panic attack of massive proportions. But is it? Nooooooooo….
(I’m not positive, but this could be due to a bit of denial on my part – I’ll have to get back to you on that.) Continue reading → You’ve been on this planet how many years?!?!?! Are you sure?
Warning: Today’s post is not going to be funny or upbeat. I’m about to be serious (for once).
Mauerbauertraurigkeit – n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
I saw this word on my Twitter feed today.
My husband and I were sitting at the table this morning talking about this problem I have. He went downstairs, I checked Twitter, and there it was.
I had no idea that this word existed…. But I should have. (I also wasn’t sure it was a real word when I read it, so I looked it up here.)
When I was in the 8th grade, a close friend died. Almost every year thereafter, until I was in my late 20’s, I lost another friend. At one point, I attended a funeral every month for 5 months… none of which were for anyone over the age of 24. Continue reading → How Can I Keep My Sanity and Enjoy My Life? By A Power Outside of My Own.
Dear Chapter 2,
I have lived with you for a couple of months now. You have haunted my dreams (nightmares, really) and kept me up at night. I basically HATE You!
I think it was somewhere around the writing of Chapter 15 that I started to realize you may not “fit.” But I kept writing… I continued to force myself to ignore your presence until I typed “The End” at the completion of my first draft. I told myself that I would take care of you then.
Sorry for the late post guys, got tied up with kids stuff. Here’s my weekly knitting update:
So I didn’t get much done on my afghan. As I mentioned yesterday, I started on stockings for the girls. It didn’t look like much now, but so far, this is what my youngest’s stocking looks like:
Poor thing, doesn’t look like much of anything….yet!