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Dreaming within a dream.
I am a person with very, very articulate dreams. That is the only word I can use to describe them. They are dark, but always familiar. Always places I have been, but transformed like the dark parts of me have taken them over, filling them with the weedy under-growths of my subconscious.
I wake with a pounding heart, wondering if I am still dreaming ( Read more... ) -
Shooters.
Hailee had her first grilled cheese sandwich and a pickle. She loved both. It was monumental.
My little weed, she grows too fast. -
New Zodiac say what?
According to the new Zodiac I'm an Ophiuchus. Shweet. I'll take it. -
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Hailee has been avoiding her naps today, head strong to do everything with Mommy. Stay awake while dropping of K, driving home, and while Mommy packed up three garbage bags full of laundry. Stay awake while we drove to the laundromat and while Mommy held her on her hip and tore at the white plastic of the bags. Dumping everything on the floor was ( Read more... ) -
Doesn't fall far from...
Hailee reminds me of my mother. I see a lot of her in my child. I don't know my Mother that well (we're getting there), but I feel like I still know her.
Last year she found me on Facebook. It was like everything in my life aligned and it was just the right time, even if I was still getting used of things. I started dating Josh, and then my father ( Read more... ) -
White Rabbit.
That is me, this morning, running around for appointments.
Last night I could not stop reading, which developed a bit of a tiredness for today. At one am I woke up and Hailee was laying with her head right on my bladder and boy did I ever have to pee! I carried her to the bathroom, sleeping, chin-back, catching flies, little fingers twitching in ( Read more... ) -
Hiatus.
Sometimes you need a break. From people, places - sometimes even responsibilities. Right now I need a break from Facebook ( Read more... ) -
So if you're calling me out, count me out...
My last post was sufficient enough to describe how I've felt, but I'm not a woman of few words. I am a woman of many. I thought about deleting my last entry and then remembered, being a child, and always tearing things out of my journals and regretting it. I never felt like it was poignant enough, but it is because it is me - it is my insides ( Read more... ) -
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You proved my point yourself. Thank you.
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