This is a sad time. I sense my husband is pulling away. I think there are big problems. I can't fix them. His son is leaving for 2 years and he's losing it-and doing irreparable harm while losing it. I can control my reactions to the things going on, but I feel that everything is kind of flowing away from me and it's way bigger than me. It's like ( Read more... )

Last nite I dreamt that me and a golden haired, blue-eyed boy were teenagers. We were "back in time" and we knew it. We also knew that we had a "future" but we didn't know what it was. We were (ironically) aware of our own innocence, which is tricky, when you think about it. It was a delightful dream. We KNEW we were "old" from where we came from ( Read more... )

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I woke up, because basically it's something I do every morning, and I thought about my morning regimen. I typically don't leave my room until the bed is made and I'm showered, dressed, and have make-up on. Yes, there is a bath in this master bedroom I inhabit. I feel I am psychologically ready for the day if I walk into the rest of my house " ( Read more... )

  who stole it from some other perosn: When you read this you're tagged! Take a picture of you in your current state, no changing your clothes or quickly putting on makeup. NO PHOTOSHOP. Show your F-List the Real You!


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I'm sitting here with my mother. It's 1:30 in the morning. She's having a snack. We're talking about the common housefly. This is what she just said to me...verbatim ( Read more... )

We found a picture published on FB of my stepson (who, besides being annoying, is amazingly beautiful) while he was playing "gay chicken". He was kissing another young man. Actually, their lips weren't quite touching yet, but it was definitely an embrace ( Read more... )

The hubs, step-son and I are going back east at the end of Aug, 1st week of Sept. We're flying to C-bus, driving to Boston, then up to mid-coast Maine, then over to the Finger Lakes section of New York, then to Michigan to see some in-laws, then back to C-bus, then flying back home to SoCal ( Read more... )

I have a love/hate relationship with my step son. He's now 18. I should cut him slack, but ddaaannnggggg...he just frosts my shorts so bad ( Read more... )

Yesterday was my 90-yr-old mother's first visit from the occupational therapist. Actually, it was the O.C.'s "boss" who evaluates Mom and then her assistant, who "isn't as nice" as "the boss" will work with mother twice a week. After "the boss" left Mom's home, mother was contemplating the coming sessions. She tried to put a positive spin on it all ( Read more... )