tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70018512012-01-10T20:03:54.910-06:00Agneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158016770649718921noreply@blogger.comBlogger4581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001851.post-10515751098379925612010-01-01T13:46:00.003-06:002010-01-01T14:00:58.476-06:00

Ooooooooooooo!!!!!Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!YAAAAYYYYY!!!!Uh-oh......

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I'm still here....but so very busy these days. We have a new pet. Baby Sparrow is 23 days old now. It was 7 days when we found it. It had lost it's home to a storm. It's pretty amazing watching something that helpless learn and grow so quickly. Every day is a new experience. Everyone should go through this once. Sophie Jo, our Momma Calico has breast cancer. We found it in May. She had 2 of 4

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No worries - it was just another false alarm!

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It isn't fair to spend two years telling everyone you want to kill yourself and then expect them all to come running when you tell them you have cancer. It isn't fair and it isn't right. It's just confusing!

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Wishing you all the Merriest of Christmases and a joyfilled New Year. Love, Aggie

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We closed on September 30th. My first HOUSE. My new home. It wasn't easy. I learned a helluva lot. I took a lot of chances. I had moments of triumph and equal moments of fear. Tomorrow we start moving in. NOW it is real. Now it is permanent. I am excited and hopeful. I have cold feet too. Forever. That's not like me at all. I'm not great with forevers..... I'm not real trusting.This

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Hang on to your shorts. This one's gonna get messy! .....and it did. Luckily, our family faired quite well. (thank you God or angels or Dad or whomever was looking out for us.) Mom's house stayed sound, with the exception of the wiring being pulled from the back when a tree fell on the power lines. That'll not be a cheap fix because I'm pretty sure Dad rigged up most of that old wiring

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Septembers. Our birthdays are in September. Why wouldn't it be my favorite month? It has always been the hope for new beginnings. It promises Fall, to end the summer heat. It offers new life as I put another year's mistakes behind me and "swear this year will be different". When I was young, it was the beginning of a new school year. A chance to reconnect with lost friends.....just as I'm doing

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Dragonfly I have things to say, updates to add, thoughts to share.....and I hope, soon, that I will.May this little post find you safe and well and peaceful in your worlds. I am thinking of you...don't you doubt it. Every full moon and every fractal and every sketch and every bear or crow pic. You cross my mind with every new book, every photo of a child, every great new song to share.Take good

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Last night we (15 or so "friends and family") received the obligitory, past tensed, letter of apology and gratitude from my best friend. She's not well....still.It hurts, but it makes me angry for lack of trying. I know how easy it is to be consumed in sorrow, and she's justified....but it's just starting to feel a lot like blackmail. It's an addiction, you see. An addiction to self pity.I

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I woke up at 3:40 a.m. hearing wind and rain like I've never heard it. I got up to see what was happening and started hearing things banging into the west side of the building. I woke the hubby just when the power went out.I looked out our bedroom at the west-facing window to see a green wall of water. It looked like being inside a car at an automatic car wash. It was lighted from behind and

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Oy vey. Who says my memory is this good? I hope I can remember anything at all.Here goes:Week 9, 2008 (Feb 24-March 1)Pneumonia! I woke up on in the middle of the night Sunday. I was freezing. I looked at the little thermometer and it was 73 degrees Fahrenheit. That's warm. I put an extra comforter over me and could not shake the chill. When I finally got up my temp was 103. I didn't go to work..

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I don't recall now if it was Thursday or Friday when I made the promise. I said I would update. I got tagged and intended to follow through...but then...I'll get around to weeks 9 through 12 later. When I find the time. I'm working on the tag in my head but not yet in my own space.The weekend was a total bust. What, in our world, is known as Good Friday turned out to be Very Bad Friday

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Monday - phone call from headhunter with decent job offer. (Nice guy too.)The owner came by to ask if I felt better. I said "Yes, thanks." I don't think he grasped the sniffling and talking through my nose. This turns out to be significant later. ** He then tells my cellmate that she has to switch cubicles (to the very back one) by the end of the week. Tuesay-Wednesday - same old blah and

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The Flu. Blech. Ptooie. Sneeze, cough, pass out. Nuff said.The cellmate was off work Mon-Wed due to a loss in her family. (a brother she'd seen/spoken to once in 10 years but, no doubt, loved dearly)Thursday came and I finally was able to take my flu and go home. I stayed in bed Friday, Saturday and most of Sunday. I completely forgot little Riley's birthday on 2/17 but his mother, God bless her,

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Hell week! Once a year all of our outside sales reps converge on the Dallas office. It equates to having a big family holiday in your very small house. It's nice to see some of them. Some you wish would never have come. What's the saying? "Fish and house guests start to stink after three days." LOLThe delimma here is that the whole week is actually fun. It's a lot of people saying

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I say again that I begrudge no one their faith. By all means, believe in something. However, my belief system is a mix of experiences, Cajun folklore and Bible Belt Baptisms. I suspect everyone's faith is truly different based on their own perception of reality...aka what they need to believe to find hope, comfort and make sense of their world.I was quite amused today as the CEO told me of his

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Will you sing with me on a Sunday drive in the sunshine? :)

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The CEO said: "I need you to help me support her."And I replied: "In what capacity?"He took a pause to ponder that. This isn't the last of THAT conversation.He said, "She's not comfortable w/moving to the other side of the wall." and "Help me figure out how to give her more room." and "We need to be sensitive because she thinks no one cares."and I thought... "If EVERYONE cared, she'd still think

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..."I would like to thank The Academy, my family for teaching me priorities, and all of my past employers for teaching me self preservation. More than anyone, I want to thank my Dad because Mom says I'm just like him and he would have loved this!"Ladies and gentlemen, when the stuff hit the fan, I dug deep...and I lied.No, I didn't just lie. I PERFORMED. I acted my ass off. I became someone I'm

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Health:Mine: Didn't quit smoking. Grumpy and silent.His: The antibiotics worked (thank gawd!) and he's not coughing or sneezing now. He also found Fortifense by Theraflu. It's vitamins and Ecinacia(sp?) and he believes it's keeping him in better health. Good. Keep taking it!OH MY GAWD WHAT A WEEK! The co-worker got bombarded with extra work and she made everyone around her miserable for 40

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HealthMine: blue and a bit of a cough – trying AGAIN to quit smoking completely.His: Better since the antibiotic. Less “tired” feeling but still needs more sleep than “normal”. Could this be from the additional milk he’s drinking? (tryptophan) Cough is not as bad.The week was rushed and very busy. My dislike for my job seems to expand the busier I get. I resent the demands because I resent the

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Health:Mine=fine - but noticably short temperedHis=The "cold" lingers on. He developed a cough 12-30-07 and went for antibiotics 1-4-08. He's been sick in one way or another since he quit smoking 18 months ago. It unnerves me terribly. I worry.Highlights of the week: I created a compilation video of the kid's Christmas. I shared it via PC this year. I taped it because it was Nora's first and

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May you all have a happy, healthy, safe new year filled with joy and memories.Remember to hold the ones you love above all other things in this life. (Each year I spend a good while searching for the "perfect" New Year's graphic. New Years day has always been so important to me. I think it's my favorite holiday - right after Independence Day. Maybe it's just the fireworks. I like

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!

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Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends. For those of you across the pond and such, THIS is what Thanksgiving is all about.No. No No NO! THAT is not Thanksgiving. Step away from the ToFurKy. Ewwwww.THIS is Thanksgiving.Most importantly, Thanksgiving is about Flying Frogs. It just isn't complete without a flying frog.Go ahead, go out and get yourself one. Ok, you can just watch mine instead.

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Happy September 17th, 2007.Today I am 40. (Aggie reaches out and takes Treé's hand, crossing the threshold at precisely 10PM – wearing only a smile.) I am trying to learn how to blog from e-mail. I've taken to typing out the random thoughts of my silly little mind in e-mails during work hours. I then save them with the intent of posting to the blog-o-sphere…..which I never get around to. ( I

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Oldness:I had an odd thought last night. We hide things from the elderly. "Don't tell grandma that you're sick. She'll only worry." "Don't tell grandad that the kids moved in together but didn't get married. He'll get upset." Why do we think they can't handle news? They've been through and seen much more than we have. Certainly they can manage. Do we get less able to deal when we get older? I

Agneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158016770649718921noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001851.post-9968792219552119752007-07-23T06:25:00.000-05:002007-07-23T06:37:47.753-05:00

Name: Vista Presario Birthdate: 7/21/07Mother: Hewlett PackardFather: Compaq PresarioAdopted by the Agnes family for the sum of $4,795.02. (ok, not really. It was a lot cheaper...but the cost of the headache......) Windows Vista, I do not recommend. It does not play well with printers. There is very little software, in fact, that it does play well with and no one has bothered to make new software

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Whatever shall I do with myself now? We have time we didn't have before. We no longer have to be home at 6:30a.m. and 6:30p.m for regular insulin shots. We don't spend 20 minutes of every hour upstairs taking care. We are left with ourselves now. 9 years and the world has shifted under our feet once again.We stare at the clock come 6:30 and wonder "what now". We change the channel to deter that

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Good-bye sweet baby. I hope your eyesight is back and you are playing (chasing) Mickey and Moochie. 19 years was a long time. I've loved you like my own since we met. Daddy has loved you all your life and still does.No more insulin shots. No more hurting teeth. Back to your beautiful, fat-cat self. Daddy will come get you first thing when he can. You wait for him there. I hope that wait

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Education is when you read the fine print. Experience is what you get if you don't. -Pete SeegerWhat in the world is new with you? Have you any stories to tell? Anything will do. I'm not picky. It helps to know that life goes on outside of my silly, little bubble and the TV news.What's new with me? My AOL software began registering the count of my un-read e-mails, but not showing me what I hadn't

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Just a few notes to keep the status quo.Yes, Spring has sprung. (Thanks Terry. You helped me notice.) Does it count that it snowed IN DALLAS on the day before Easter. Not in 20 years has that happened. There wasn't enough snow to photgraph, but I do have proof of spring. My irises gave me 24 blooms this year. More than ever before. (by about 20)Boo Kitty is still with us. We fight daily to

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Sorry for my absence. I have been blue.The kitty is still alive, and doing better. It was a long road, without much sleep, to get to this point. The lack of sleep sent me into a depression and the husband into crankiness. That's not a fun combo - and we're not out of it yet.My new boss has been out for two weeks and will be out again next week. She is 53yrs old and has been stricken with

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It was a Monday night. The light shone into the bedroom window. Curiosity got the better of me. I had to look. All I could see was the light. It was bright and warm and..........and then I was on the spacecraft. The room was dark. Multicolored lights flashed all around. Sound reverberated from the walls. What was that sound? It was oddly familiar. It was...wait...yes..."Everybody was

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I'm still here...I hope you are too.It's been a long week with our diabetic kitty. 3 full days of vet visits and insulin adjustments and we're not done yet. Kitty is doing a little better. Not dehydrated anymore. Not staying awake all night now. Not drinking way too much. His blood sugar is registering 400 or below most of the time. (a good range is between 300-100) We're getting there.Work has

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The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.-G.K. ChestertonNothing makes you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.-Zora Neale HurstonFirst they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.-Mahatma GandhiTurn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.-Maori proverbForgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge

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Ok...I didn't take THAT job, although I did see an ad in the paper for scoopers. Ack!Friday marked the end of my jalapeno & green chile customer service days. It was a bittersweet good-bye. I'd only worked there two years but it was a small company and everyone was so close. We all knew the latest and greatest news in each other's lives. Due to the events of the last year, I found (quite to

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Groundhog Day Phil Says Spring is Right Around the Corner!Phil's official forecast as read 2/2/07 at 7:28 a.m. at Gobbler's Knob:El Nino has caused high winds, heavy snow, ice and freezing temperatures in the west.Here in the East with much mild winter weather we have been blessed.Global warming has caused a great debate.This mild winter makes it seem just great.On this Groundhog Day we think of

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Well, happy February! If yours is anything like ours, it's freaking cold. One more month and things will thaw and bloom. YAY!It's been an extremely busy week. I'm training someone else at work so I've had very little privacy. Terry, I think you asked when the new job starts. Well, Monday.Over the course of a weekend I'll have to dump old ways and start new. That's a lot more stressful than one

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I always wondered how Captain Kirk's days were numbered. They never made sense to me. LOLAnyway, here's the update.Pooh, our 18yr old diabetic kitty (now known as Grandpa Cat) began acting odd. (don't worry...this doesn't end badly) Saturday morning I went to his upstairs suite (aka our bedroom) and couldn't find him. "Poooh. Pooooooh." ::Scratch head:: Eventually I turned him up. He was sleeping

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If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause and say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well.-Martin Luther King, Jr.The first and most important step toward success is the feeling that we can

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Yeah, so...I got the job. The new job. The old job is going away at some very secret, predetermined date. (about a month from now)Anyhoo, I interviewed and I got the job. The new guys seem very nice....(and very financially stable. hah!) I hope I don't eat those words.Everyone at the new place has worked there for a rediculously long time. Most in the double-digit years. And they don't even seem

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Well, that was one long Thursday, huh?Actually, I spent the weekend nursing the flu. Yum. Lots o' fun. hee heeA week ago Saturday I drove home from Houston. I did it at the same time that the cold front was coming down across Texas. About 100 miles out of Houston the temperature started to drop about 1 degree every mile.When I left Houston the temperature, according to the ol' overhead temp gauge

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(I had a great pic. Blogger won't let me upload a pic for some reason. Arrrrgh!)"Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night."~ Rodney Dangerfield"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL."~Lynn Lavner"Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope."~Camille

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Well I went down to Houston and met that sweet little baby. Only 3yrs since the last one and I'm still amazed at how tiny she is. Little, bitty head...no bigger than your fist. Tiny feets and fingers.She smiled. I know it was gas. She's very gassy. haha Doesn't matter does it? Smiling infant ranks up there on the top of the list of "great things to see". :)Sleepy baby.Big brother hasn't really

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"There is nothing like a newborn baby to renew your spirit - and to buttress your resolve to make the world a better place. "Virginia Kelley Hello little girl. I haven't met you but I love you already. I think that makes her happy...or maybe she has gas. :)~

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First and foremost, Nora Beth Robinson joined our world today. I haven't gotten a single detail except that she is a "she". She has all her fingers and toes and both eyes and ears. ARGH. I can't wait for pictures! Can you??Secondly, the interview went just fine. Well, phenomenal really. They didn't intend to pay what I want/need but the gentleman I interviewed with said he didn't want to miss the

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Monday morning, 8am. Two months of looking and I've finally scored "THE JOB INTERVIEW". Don't you hate those? It's always a hideous schmoozefest. You go into it absolutely sure you're going to be sitting across from this guy:...who'll be judging your every action while you try desperately not to snicker or stare at his hairpiece. OMG. Ok, that's just silly. I'm qualified. OVER-qualified, if I

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Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.-Ovid You don't just luck into things...You build step by step, whether it's friendships or opportunities.-Barbara Bush Self-trust is the first secret of success.-Ralph Waldo Emerson Miracles sometimes occur, but one has to work terribly hard for them.-Chaim Weizmann

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Ever had an in-body experience? This happens to me on very odd, rare occasions. I'm driving home from work or I'm at the grocery store looking at the breakfast bars and suddenly....suddenly...I step inside myself. I stop and look around and all of my surroundings seem distant, somehow disconnected. I am taken aback, just for that second, by how vast the world is and how small a piece of it I

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Wishing you all a whole lotta NEW in your NEW YEAR!!

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Need I say more? :DI'm gone until next Wednesday. Heading down to Houston to hug that little boy. Please have a safe and happy holiday. All my love to you and yours.

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Life was a lot simpler when what we honored was father and mother rather than all major credit cards.-Robert OrbenThe U.S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself.-Benjamin FranklinThe way you overcome shyness is to become so wrapped up in something that you forget to be afraid.-Lady Bird JohnsonI am not afraid of storms, for I am

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There are a few things that must happen at holiday time. 1) I must hear Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant" at noon on Thanksgiving day.2) I must hear The Eagle's Christmas song...at least once....3) I must hear Cheech and Chong's "Santa Clause and His Old Lady"I'm funny like that. These are family traditions. We actually call each other to say, "I heard The Eagles today" or "I heard Cheech

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Happy HNT!

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(that title was for you Tree)Sniffle. "My baby's a teenager!"On December 12th, exactly 6 months from the day she was born, that little grey baby went into heat. (dun dun dundunnnnnn) She then ran a grand coup to take over the world. She started with her mother - who she challenged for bragging rights and ownership of all catnip-smelling items. She won. Her mother (who is fixed) ended up a

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I've been on "vacation" since Thursday. By "vacation" I mean "not at work" but instead "marathon shopping". Ugh. Ah well. It had to be done. Merry ho-ho-ho and such as that.Today is Monday and I must return to reality. (somewhat glad to do so)For your amusement, I am leaving you with this very disturbing Dancing Spiderman. It's a very creative .gif....that leaves me with more questions

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It is time for a quote post....in order to clean out the e-mails I'm holding in my inbox for just such an occasion. I hope you feel just a little wiser by the end.The purpose of life is not to be happy. The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all.-Arthur H. PrinceWhen you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for

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If you ever find yourself sitting and pondering the question, "I wonder why Aggie hasn't posted in a while", (because you spend your days wondering about me, I know), allow me to clear up the mystery. In the spirit of Bigfoot, UFOs and that silly TV show with the "Mulder" character, I have attained the proof.Allow me to show you exhibit A:As you can tell, I am visiting Terry's site, and I have a

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Aww..what the hell...how about an HNT?It is 29 degrees outside and dropping...in DALLAS! Weeeeee...let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. I'll have to wear my snowboots today.Happy Thursday. If it's cold where you are, set something on fire (the desk, the boss, the sig-oth etc) and keep yerself warm!Lots of love.Aggie

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BOTH nephews.I finally got a picture of the other one. He usually doesn't sit still long enough.Andrew - all personality, funny, amazingly creative - draws and creates music.Riley - center of attention, polite, sympathetic, kind, a deep thinkerNora is on the way. Due in January. I look at them and I wonder what kind of adult they will be. I sincerely hope they will be successful and happy. I

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You must do the thing you think you cannot do.-Eleanor Roosevelt

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The Thanksgiving holiday was nice. I got to spend 4 days at Mom's and visit my brother's family and my sister's family. My cousin and his gal are moving into the house next door to my mother. I'm thrilled about this. I'm glad there will be someone close to watch over her...and for her to watch over as well. Mom owns that house and the cousin is going to spend time/effort fixing it up. It is

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Macy's Thanksgiving Day ParadeFootballThat nap after dinnerFood food foodFamilyCan I just give Thanks for Thanksgiving?Have a very happy week and a happy holiday, if you celebrate it.Drop a line and tell me what your favorite thing is about the holidays. Much Love to you all,Aggie.

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Wait for the cow. I dance like the cow.Gummy Bear Dance 2Add to My Profile | More VideosBecky, tell me what the little one thinks of it. Riley just raised an eyebrow. LOL

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Just another boring Thursday. Sometimes I do a Google search for inspiration. I think it's important that we know that Googling the words "Thursday Morning" will provide you with a picture of:ChewbaccaI don't know why. So, a quick status of the world from my eyes out:Work is ok but iffy. We might have a year before the office closes, or a month. No one knows except the people who bought us.

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Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience.-Ralph Waldo EmmersonReality is merely an illusion, albeit a persistent one.-Albert EinsteinThe only people to get even with are those who have helped you.-AnonymousYou will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.- Buddha.

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Main Entry: 2me·di·ate Pronunciation: 'mE-dE-"AtFunction: verbInflected Form(s): -at·ed; -at·ingEtymology: Medieval Latin mediatus, past participle of mediare, from Late Latin, to be in the middle, from Latin medius middletransitive verb1 a : to bring accord out of by action as an intermediary b : to effect by action as an intermediary2 a : to act as intermediary agent in bringing, effecting, or

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I have a question. I've had it for ages and asked it a few times. It seems the function of "going" to sleep is a very individual thing. It may speak directly to the core of our individuality actually.How do you go to sleep?To be very direct, what does your brain do just before you slip out of consciousness?You've had a good day. Nothing extraordinary has happened. There is no stress pending the

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Yes. The new cats have taken over the house. They have broken us down to our most basic selves and built us back up as their slaves. We now, joyfully, provide every amenity of comfort at all times. In return, they make silly meowing noises at random times (this keeps us on our toes) and they occasionally pounce a toy to see if we'll come running and, once again, emit coos while repeating "

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Happy WedgieDay(Marking the events of my life: There are a great many mysteries surrounding Jessica's death. Lies that have been exposed. Odd questions that may forever go unanswered. The life of a teen/young adult is frought with drama and secrets.How we wish she were here now to clear all of this up. Will there ever be closure for her mother? I do not know.I have learned that acceptance is

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Where does all the time go?It seems I've been running at 100mph since the kitten came into our lives. Every moment is; clean a litter box, change a food or water bowl, play with me! play with me!. In between I'm trying to get dressed for work, buy groceries, cook dinner, fix/eat breakfast, watch a show that I recorded on TiVo because I didn't have time to watch it before.The morning begins and

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How busy I have been.Calico still has no real name. She's Leetle Kitty (a.k.a. Momma Kitty, Schitzo, Sybil).Speaking of Mommas...my very own Momma came to visit. We had a wonderful time. We were so busy though. Lots of shopping and eating. A little movie watching and visiting.Mom rode up with my cousin on 9/7 and flew home on 9/10. That's significant because this was my mother's very first plane

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Hullo. I'm the one they call "the new cat". This is a picture of me, napping. I nap a lot. I generally stop napping when they turn out all the lights. Oooo...I like the dark. The people here can't figure out my name. They keep saying it will come to them but it has been 5 days and they're still calling me "Little Kitty". How silly.I've got a very sweet disposition...unless you bring that

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The summertime smell of freshly mowed grass.The scent of rain blowing in on the wind.The velvet softness of a baby's scalp.The hush of the year's first snowfall.The overjoyed smile of someone you haven't seen in a long time.Mom's chocolate pie.An inside joke with someone you love that makes you both laugh out loud every time you say it.Quiet candle light time when the power's out.The middle of a

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How to start? More importantly, how to stop.When you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is quit digging.First, I am not in a bad place emotionally...at the moment. I'm actually doing quite well lately. I think we (my family and I) are turning a corner of acceptance. Mom's doing ok. My sister's doing ok. Today is ok. I feel balance returning.But...There's always a "but" isn't there?

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Yes, the song's still playing...and this piccie works just fine with that. :DHappy Monday...and week.......until I get back here...HUGS!

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For me and Oliviah. :)Blue Man Group - I Feel Love

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Wednesday, August 8th, 2005"Hi Dad. I recorded this show and I want you to see it. I know you're going to love it. It's called Animusic. It's all this computer generated animation set to music. There's one with all these.....well balls. The balls hit cymbals and drums and stings to make the notes. It's so complex though. It's just incredible! I'll put it on video and bring it down so

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RAINBOWTROUTHappy Rainbow Trout-day

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What we were before we aren't now.What we are now we won't be tomorrow.The pendulum swings....ticky tocky, ticky tocky.We could be anything...any minute.Healed, hurt, hero, hemorraged. Anything at all...and then something else entirely.Do not try to follow along. It will only make you dizzy.

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I opened my spam e-mail this morning and I found this:The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.-Ralph Waldo Emerson ...and I'm all "c'mere Ralph Waldo Emerson! I'm gonna kick yer arse til you fall and can't rise anymore." Apparently Ralphie-boy hasn't met the women in my family. Luck is not our strong suit lately. That "rising" thing isn't

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"It is not I who is crazy?It is I who is MAD."Ren HoekI do believe:I've got toys in the attic.I've got bats in the belfry. The lights are on but nobody is home.My elevator doesn't reach top floor. I took a trip around the bend.I'm dipping into the squirrel stash.I'm nutty as a fruitcake. I'm mad as a hatter.I'm not playing with a full deck. I've got a few screws loose. I fell completely out of my

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That's it.I've had it.There will be only happy thoughts from now on.There will be no death. There will be no divorce. There will be no betrayal. There will be no sadness or crying or broken dreams. No more.ONLY HAPPINESS DAMMIT! ONLY HAPPINESS!!!Think of it as an experiment. Will happy thoughts actually bring happiness?I don't know.

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Is there EVER a time when life is normal, safe, boring, daily, consistent? Is there ever a time without grief? Is there, somehow, joy? Sustained joy? Is there sustained joy???How often do we have to watch our dreams break and fall away? If the cycle is: hope, dream, lose, again and again, why do we still bother to hope or dream? What bizarre resiliance keeps us wanting to hope all over

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We fed the kitty. Then the kitty had kitties.There's a gray one on the left. We're going to keep that one.We found a neighbor who will keep the momma kitty and one baby and her sister will take two others. All kitties accounted for. :)That's good.But...Someone I love is sad and afraid because she thinks she might lose her marriage....and I don't know if that's true or not. I am sad for her.

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See this kid? I met him about 10 yrs into the future. It is not a good thing.Here's the story as it really happened:Saturday, July 15th. The hubby's at work and I woke up early. It's the day after payday. My mood is....undecided.I need some things at Target so I'm showered and dressed early. I head out about 8:30a.m. I do a little shopping. Nothing serious happens. Mood still...

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Hour Glass in a Time WarpOk. So I've been pathetically moody and embarassingly antisocial. Please, please accept my apologies. I truly do not understand the mood swings. They are from the highest high to the absolute lowest low. I cannot seem to stay in the middle ground. I've tried the anti-mood-swing happy-pills but they don't work either. I still have the swings.I was told this will come

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"Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind. To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all."-BuddhaI think I hurt them all. I think I only feel my own pain now.I think I shut them out.They couldn't help anyway.I turned them all against me.It wasn't entirely on purpose.It was subconscous mostly - although - I knew I was doing it.And a part of me

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There it is. The light at the end of the tunnel.Aaaalll aboard. Next stop...WEEKEND!HAPPY SHORT, EASY, STRESS-FREE FRIDAY.(PS Tree, that was another quickie. LOL)

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We skipped the light fandango,turned cart wheels cross the floor.I was feeling kind of sea sick,the crowd called out for more.The moon was humming harderas the ceiling flew away.When we called out for another drinkthe waiter brought a tray.And so it was that lateras the miller told his talethat her face at first just ghostlyturned a whiter shade of pale.She said there is no reasonand the truth is

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“But I don't want to go among mad people," said Alice."Oh, you can't help that," said the cat. "We're all mad here.”“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here? ''"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." said the Cat."I don't much care where." said Alice. "Then it doesn't matter which way you go." said the Cat."“I can't go back to yesterday - because I was a

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~Ponderings~Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with.-Mark TwainOnce the game is over, the king and the pawn go back into the same box.-Italian ProverbFind out who you are and do it on purpose.- Dolly PartonIf you've heard this story before, don't stop me, because I'd like to hear it again.- Groucho MarxIf I had to live my life again

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