My Stories. Mine. Not Yours.

A)"I don’t always need a pep talk. Honestly. Sometimes I just need the space to feel something before I can let it go." Word.
B)Michael Jackson...I loved him too though not as deeply as you. I believe he was the engineer on the freak train, which was some of his appeal.
C) I hate umbrellas.

Honey, I'm ho-ome.

I love your vibe. Wonderful to read. Beautifully written posts. You're blessed.

I love julian's mom. I do, and you know that. But I also love janetk. And I will miss parts of her. Perhaps the parts that moved out long ago. :0)

I use Santa as a motivator for good behavior. And yes, they're afraid of him. I think it's odd that I spend so much time with the "Stranger Danger" thing and find myself wanting them to sit on a strange man's lap to have their picture taken....Whatever.
BUT I sport the shirt that says "I believe" and the little Santa hat while we're cutting down our tree every year. I do believe, you see, and I truly hope, perhaps above all other hopes, that I can instill in my daughters that miracles *do* happen (and when they're older I will go into the minute details of them happening in our lives on very real levels)because there is a mystical core to The Universe that, once tapped into, makes believing in any- and everything possible. And believing is beautiful, as I know you know. I have recently added a "Believe" mirrored sign thingy to my decor, as a matter of fact.
The child's mind is so full of imagination and the ability to stretch their realities into realms free of cynicism and disbelief. I'm glad Santa's there to fit that bill. Then again, you're talking to the chick who makes leprechaun traps too.
They can still have the belief without the red suit. And I *know* they are getting the best education on the importance of loving. They'll realize that's the best gift their mama gave them when they're visiting us in the home.

I swear to the stars I should marry you.

I think column A.5 is acceptable.
On here for the first time in forever and your post was on the homepage. Ha. I knew it was you, Julian's mom. So hope ya don't mind that I'm poking around here.

Da Man is out of work because his ward has been in the hospital for a week. The reality of that sat in last night while I was sitting on the couch doing the whole Christmas list thing. It blows.

And now...
I chuckled while reading the last part of this. I tried to move a couch out of my mom's living room one day and couldn't get it to go so I took a friggin' hacksaw to the biach, cut it into pieces and then carried it to the street. Maybe you should ask Santa for a hacksaw.

I believe he is in a bubble of protection, maybe unwittingly. And, in my opinion, that would be the most beautiful kind.


p.s. I am having a *very* difficult time posting this comment.

I believe he has been wrapped in a bubble of protection, maybe unwittingly. And that would be the most beautiful bubble, in my opinion.

Come to Timmy's.

I read a joke the other day that said you might live in West Virginia if you carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend knows how to use them. This made me think of that and laugh. Then again, you're not too far from the eastern panhandle...maybe West Virginia has floated through your air or something.

I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving, elfie. I think of you so often. Sorry I suck at communicating.

I drink nothing but coffee all day every day. And yeah, I know it's bad, but so is smoking that pack of Marlboro Lights every day too. Sometimes ya just have to do what feels good.
I get this. Gawd, do I get this.
Funny, isn't it, the things that make us come face-to-face with our singleness, such as the snow. But it will be okay because spring will spring again. And until then, buy a sled and get a big dog.