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Today is the anniversary of the man who gave me one of my greatest gifts in life. It doesn't matter the circumstance or how one has died. What is important is the mark they have left on our lives. The memories, the good times shared. How are lives might have been different if this person had never been in it. I want people to share a story or just say a quick statement on ones they have lost---only if you want. All are welcome. This is not a post to discuss our differences but to embrace a common thread most of us all have. To all of you that have experience loss--we all are connected. D-- I miss u, your son misses you. He is looking more like you everyday. I don't how he can be so cute and looks just like you =). He is growing up to be a great person and so smart. He challenges me to be a better person everyday. He went bowling yesterday, I thought it was fitting, you would have been proud. By the way, he watches the Three Stooge's weekly. I guess he gets more from you then just your looks! Keep them laughing up there, Ok. Always in my heart and mind. This Bud's for you!!! I'm Free Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free I'm following the path laid for me. I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day to laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way, I found that place at the close of day. If my parting has left a void Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I savored much: Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief, Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me, I have been set free. We love and miss you, your loving family, companion and friends.
When it is bath time in my home, it is play. I've had people tell me this is wrong. My question is Why? It's not homework time, it's not dinner time, it's not church, etc. Why is this wrong? Why can't kids have fun in the bath. I started this with my son and partly it was because of me. I was a single mom and this was "our time". He continues to play in the bath, he's 7, obviously not with me anymore. But he still has his bath toys and pretends to be in the ocean or whatever. Even when he is being "big" and takes a shower, he sings and has fun. Now I am married and my husband is one of many that doesn't understand. I don't understand his reasoning. I ask and he says "My mom didn't allow it. We got in, got cleaned and got out." My response is always "okay, why does it have to be that way for us?" He thinks I am just being difficult. But he's not the only one. We have 18 month old and I do the same with him. He has his own toys and we play. Am I not seeing something here? Please give me some opinions. Why is this wrong? What does it hurt?
I have been off the net for a few months now and just got back on. I was getting very upset reading and catching up on what is being blogged. I was wondering what had happened to the bloggers that I had left. Normally there was some structure to the discussions. Sometimes it got heated, but a good debate and a compromising ending, mostly. I wasn't seeing some of the faithful bloggers like shane, prettytrippy, blaze, gregl, sparks, jewels, luvmykatz, aero, etc. Things were getting a little out of control right before I left but not like what I have been reading here. And so many new names. But my faith got restored after reading a few posts from kmj and bigdog. Common sense is looking like it's making a come back. And it looks like lori is trying to keep up a good fight.
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