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walking
Writing helps clear out my head. Putting my thoughts on paper straightens things out, leaves more room for more organized thoughts ( Read more... ) -
hey
Why do I fight going to bed so much? Why can't I just get a regular bedtime going? It would certainly be so much better for me in so many different ways ( Read more... ) -
here again
I need to start writing again. My thoughts get crumpled and twirled and don't go anywhere. I write them down, they get straightened out, life goes more smoothly ( Read more... ) -
Goodness
It's been almost a year since I wrote in this blog. I need to keep this up. It helps to keep my thoughts clear, and it's cool to read things from a few years ago ( Read more... ) -
A pleasant Saturday
Ed and Sam got up early this morning to go on a Boy Scout biking and overnight camping trip. I got goodbye smooches at about 745 this morning. I lollygagged in bed for a bit, but got up when my alarm went off at 830. Rose and I needed to get to church for Holy Week rehearsal. Had breakfast, got to church on. There wasn't a chalice minister ( Read more... ) -
It's Halloween.
We've not exactly been in the Halloween spirit this year. Ed and Sam carved their pumpkins Sunday. I didn't carve mine until yesterday. Rose still hasn't carved hers. We put up minimal decorations yesterday: two sets of lights, one a string of lit candy corn and one just orange. Also a home-made skeleton in the window, and a small dangly hooded ( Read more... ) -
It's odd
I have a journal entry that has attracted perhaps 8 or 9 foreign language spams. I don't know why this particular entry as attracted so much attention of such a diverse sort, but I wish it would stop ( Read more... ) -
is it possible?
I am both depressed and in turmoil, mentally. I am desperate and frustrated. I am in a funk. We need me to get a job. We are broke. I would like a job in the school district. I would prefer to work with children in an educational capacity. I have contemplated taking a job as a part-time custodian at the local Catholic school. Yet physically ( Read more... ) -
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Most of my adult life I have been feeding my mouth. I listened to what my mouth wanted and fed it, as opposed to eating when I was hungry and stopping when I was full, the way most people do. That is, listening to their stomach. I got bored, or I got on the computer, or I opened a book, and I'd start thinking: what sounds good right now? What ( Read more... ) -
eating
Most of my adult life I have been feeding my mouth. I listened to what my mouth wanted and fed it, as opposed to eating when I was hungry and stopping when I was full, the way most people do. That is, listening to their stomach. I got bored, or I got on the computer, or I opened a book, and I'd start thinking: what sounds good right now? What ( Read more... )