NaBloPoMo- shhhhh! no running in the hallways.

Nov 03, 2008 22:20

Today was my first day back working for THE MAN after 11 months of maternity leave. I'm doing my old job, only in a new place (one closer to home, natch) so in some way it felt like starting over. Meeting everyone, introducing myself ( Read more... )

parenthood, tales of toil, memories, baby, love

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LOVELY!!! anonymous November 3 2008, 23:32:46 UTC
Congrats on your first day back on the job.

I loved this post...you are a beautiful writer.

Isn't it amazing how we can remember the songs our parents sang us as children? I remember some of my mom's songs, too.

I was wondering what your country of origin was after reading some of your older posts that talked about being an immigrant. Now I know! I visited Russia a few times and found it to be a country rich in culture and some of the warmest people I've met.

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Re: LOVELY!!! rainsinger November 4 2008, 00:32:01 UTC
Ta very much. :)

I was wondering what your country of origin was after reading some of your older posts that talked about being an immigrant. Now I know! I visited Russia a few times and found it to be a country rich in culture and some of the warmest people I've met.

I've actually misled you a bit. I am of Russian descent and speak it fluently but I was born in (what was) Yugoslavia.

I've only been to Russia proper once (and remember it from a small child's perspective) but I would love to visit again.

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prophetessamy November 4 2008, 00:07:10 UTC
Oh wow. The sweetness of the last two paragraphs broke my tired heart.

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rainsinger November 4 2008, 00:32:30 UTC
Thank you. :)

Why is your heart tired? Is it election fatigue?

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prophetessamy November 4 2008, 00:41:00 UTC
Oh I wish it were that. I have been working overtime and how, and I disappointed my best friend really badly today, and life is just rushing through me and past me at a great speed so I'm running on empty. :(

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smallblakflower November 4 2008, 17:13:02 UTC
Whether ever walking in dark rooms he'll feel an echo of comfort, recall the sensation of being held and loved, the scent of my skin, the rhythm of my heart.
I really, truly believe those things are never lost.

A few years ago I told my parents I found late-night Snooker very relaxing and felt myself almost hypnotised by it It emerges that throughout my infancy my parents would sit up with non-sleepy baby-me and watch snooker until I was ready to go back to bed.

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