Julian's Mom

Um, weren't you supposed to be taking it easy? Cuz last time I checked, tearing down anything, especially greenhouses, did not fall under that category.You weren't joking about needing someone to tie you down to get you to rest...I'd do it but then I would have to bring Julian. Hm. Maybe you could talk to him about mouse traps!

You're right. Some medications seem to numb the senses to a fault...I wouldn't personally know since I'm not medicated, although it might not be a bad idea.

Weird. I caught Olivia in a lie last week. It had the same impact on me (what the f*ck does she have to lie about?!) so you're not over-reacting.Now, if you don't mind, I have to stop reading interesting blogs written by you (I just finished the Playground one before I logged on here) so that I e-mail you.

Smart cat.

I hope you enjoyed your day off!And now I am starving for homemade pizza...maybe tomorrow night.I always seem to get good coupons when I can't get out shopping...Murphy's Law, I guess.

What makes this story extra awesome is that if they went looking for the vase, they needed the 1000 pounds...imagine never having to worry about cashing something in again. Wow.

I hope it's okay that as I was reading this (maybe the most fascinating, yet, by the way) I was offering up a prayer of thanks that I wasn't around during that time...I'm not that good at knowing my place or paying homage...

Between you and AJ, I will never have to wonder what to read next."The Price of Freedom" has now just moved to the top of my list.If you had to pick a favourite gay author or two...who would you pick Martin?

I'm *really* looking forward the next set of posts. Maybe I'll even drum up a question.

That post reminded me of a Norman Rockwell painting. I mean that in a good way.

I don't take strolls down memory lane...my "present" is much better than my past.

The schizophrenia comments make me giggle...ASD is often mistaken for it, especially when MJ would have been a child. I have "diagnosed" MJ with ASD post-humously...clear sensory processing issues...a mask worn around the nose and mouth is a suggestion we have heard from numerous sources, including Julian's Occupational Therapist.

Yes. That would be you.

Just thinking about being on a cruise ship kind of gives me the willies... something about being so far from land...And now this will give me reason to never step foot on one with a *good* excuse.

I see far too many sunrises...I'm with you...sunset is better.

I'm at the other site, too but never use it...not sure why...this is just easier.

First of all, girl, you need to know that after I read this, I had to step outside for a few moments...it was that powerful for me...and I needed to collect myself. ie. Smoke half a cigarette in record time.

I was about to log onto my other blog which nobody reads to pour my heart out to nobody but then I read this and found that you had written exactly, and I do mean *exactly* what I needed to pour out so I read it instead of writing, crying my eyes out because, damn girl...I could have written this tonight. Almost did. Right down to being tongue whipped to admitting that sometimes, this isn't what I bargained for.

So, thank you. Thank you a million times over.

You and I are connected in such a strong and fierce way that when it slaps me in the face, it could almost be scary if I wasn't so f*cking grateful for you...