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| In their honor |
| 05.31.04 (10:07 pm) [edit] |
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In honor of all the brave heros of our military both past and present, I want to share a poem written by my daughter Ciara. It was the entry that won her the honor of laying a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier on May 12, 2004. Photograph I hold a single photograph it has grown brown around the edges now. Mom tells me it's from her trip to Arlington so long ago. She tells me of the rows and rows of white that took her breath away. Then she lowers her head as if to pray, remembering the day that she visited the tomb where the Unknown Soldier lay. With a faraway look in her eyes she tells me how she cried, the wind blowing her tears. The only sound was the polished tap of soldiers shoes as they guarded his eternal rest. How I long to honor his devotion to country, friends, and family. This unknown hero who laid down his life ensuring a freedom I had yet to be born to. To someday hold a photograph for my child. -Ciara Murphy age 14, Dempsey Middle School |
| dedicated to shark99 and scarlettGKPi |
| 05.31.04 (1:49 pm) [edit] |
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e-love Watching the clock like a nervous child anticipating the arrival of santa claus I wait for you watching my screen blank and blue My cursor blinks in time with my heart Mocking me Will you come today and sooth my restless heart? Minutes stretch into endless hours until at last I hear those words my heart is screaming for ' you've got mail' |
| uninvited |
| 05.31.04 (12:55 pm) [edit] |
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[i]uninvited [/i] [i]Each time I close my eyes to sleep you wash over me like a wave. You fill every one of my senses until I wake from my dream with my heart pounding, feeling somehow guilty about where I've been. You are after all uninvited.[/i] ]klm 5/31/04 To ***** who keeps invading my dreams.... |
| Lazy Day |
| 05.31.04 (9:23 am) [edit] |
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I slept until 12:30 today...something I rarely do. It might be because I was up talking to Sid until 5 AM! (Sid I luv ya.. but you gotta move to my time zone!) This has been the most boring memorial day weekend I can ever remember. I have read two books and watched a nascar race. [i]I need to get a life.[/i] :wink: |
| wierd dreams |
| 05.31.04 (12:44 am) [edit] |
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For the third night in a row I have had the same dream about a male friend of mine. A [i]really sexual [/i]dream. Normally this wouldn't bother me but I was really taken aback when I woke up in a cold sweat! I have never consciously thought of him this way. He is a great friend and I adore him. He is somebody I speak to every day so I feel really awkward about. [i]So has this happened to anybody else out there??? Or am I just having wierd dreams?[/i] :roll: |
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Got this from Shespecies...it was kinda fun!
Name Acronym Generator From Go-Quiz.com |
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| Come inside my head |
| 05.28.04 (4:31 pm) [edit] |
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I've had this song by Maria Mena stuck in my head all day today. Thought I'd stick it in yours too. [i]You're The Only One[/i] Well I saw you with your hands above your head, Spinning around, trying not to look down, But you did, and you fell, Hard On the ground Then you stumbled around for a good ten minutes, And I said I've never seen anyone look so dumb before And you laughed and said “I still know how to turn you on though” And you're the only one who Drags me kickin and screamin through fast dreams And you're the only one who Knows exactly what I need And I probably forgot to tell you this Like the time when I forgot to tell you about the scar, Remember how uncomfortable that made you feel? See you're not what I expected, But you're the only one who knows how to handle me, And you're such a great kisser, And I know that you agree And you're the only one who Drags me kickin and screamin through fast dreams And you're the only one who Knows exactly what I need I hope you can forgive me for that time When I put my hand between your legs and said it was small, Cause it's really not at all I guess there's just a part of me that likes to bring you down Just to keep you around, Cause the day that you realize how amazing you are You're gonna leave me! And you're the only one who Holds my hair back when I'm drunk and get sick And you're the only one who Knows exactly what I mean And you're the only one who Drags me kickin and screamin through fast dreams And you're the only one who Knows exactly what I need Exactly what I need Well I saw you with you hands above your head, Spinning around, trying not to look down, But you did, and you fell, Hard On the ground 8) 8) 8) |
| daughters |
| 05.27.04 (9:21 pm) [edit] |
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I caught my daughter lying to me for the first time tonite. I am so crushed and disappointed. She has never behaved this way before. We've always been able to talk about anything. What's changed so suddenly? She hid her report card from me for two weeks because there was a grade she didn't want me to see. This is behavior I might expect from her brother...never her! I was so angry with her but I was able to keep myself in check while we talked. I told her that her consequence would be missing out on her trip this summer. She looked like I slapped her. :cry: But lying is serious. Right? I want her to understand that she was way out of line here. Sometimes I hate being the grown-up. |
| New Friends |
| 05.23.04 (8:41 pm) [edit] |
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I always find it interesting how we just seem to "click" with some people. Just recently I have had the pleasure of meeting a wonderful person through the magic of tblog :D . What a cool guy he is! We hit it off immediately and always have tons of things to talk about. We've discovered that we both love good beer and dancing (he wants to learn salsa..lol) and we enjoy a good book. He never fails to make me smile! What a wonderful gift of a friend! If you haven't met Swamy yet stop by his blog and say hello. He is a special person! 8) |
| WHY? |
| 05.22.04 (8:42 pm) [edit] |
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I just talked to a friend of mine that I had lost touch with for awhile. I was really happy to see him online. As we were chatting he disclosed to me that his absence has been due to being diagnosed with Parkinsons Disease. He went on to tell me that he has to use a cane to walk now and often needs a wheelchair if he is going very far. He shakes and has memory problems. I didn't know what to say. I was so crushed and devastated for him. I wanted to cry and scream. It's so unfair that a man in the prime of his life can become so ill. [i]I THINK GOD HAS LEFT THE BUILDING....[/i] |
| A bit of chocolate |
| 05.21.04 (9:40 pm) [edit] |
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In response to all the laughter about my fine friend being dipped in chocolate I thought I would share the poem I wrote for him about that topic LOL If you want to see what all the fuss is about check him out in my photos! [u]A bit of chocolate [/u] My first look at you took my breath away. I remember saying to my friend what a delightful bit of chocolate you were. Brooding dark eyes, smooth dark skin, Finely chiseled features. Something to be savoured like a fine confection. I have often imagined unwrapping you just like a bit of chocolate. [i]To Andoche for being such a good sport :D [/i] |
| Going Columbine |
| 05.21.04 (9:08 pm) [edit] |
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Today was every parents nightmare. At 1:49 PM I recieved a phone call from the counselour at my daughters school. [i]Ciara is safe[/i], she said. n[i]She is [/i][i]not hurt[/i]. This woman then proceeds to tell me that a young man had been taken into custody for making a "hit list" of students he wished to harm or kill. The students journal had been found at the school. My daughters name was on the list contained inside. I was speechless as this woman talked. She asked me if I had any questions. Hell yes I had questions! What makes a 14 year old kid go columbine on his fellow students???? When I picked my daughter up from school I asked her about this boy. What was her connection to him. She said she had only spoken to him one time. She said he called her a "cheerleader bitch" and she replied "shut up grasshopper" (because he was wearing a green hoodie). Nothing to go postal over. We watch these incidents on the news and think how tragic and terrible they are. We also think that they can never happen in our own communities. I for one will never feel safe as she heads out the door for school again. |
| Love's Bridge |
| 05.21.04 (8:17 pm) [edit] |
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[b]Love's Bridge [/b] You're so far away yet I feel your touch as if you were next to me Is it my heart gone mad? Or is it my faith that somehow we will overcome the distance that separates us now. I send you my kisses See them as butterflies as they wing their way to your Cheek You're half a world away but forever in my heart. Love will build our bridge to travel upon [i]To Hem, Meri Priyashi (my sweet love)[/i] |
| wtf?? |
| 05.20.04 (8:05 pm) [edit] |
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[i]I don't understand how the male mind works...[/i] [i]Yesterday[/i] I recieved an email from an old very ardent suitor of mine. It was a touching letter professing that he still loves me more than his own life and that he would move heaven and earth to be with me. I explained to him that I was engaged to another man and rather happy with my life in my return email. [i]This morning [/i]I was awakened by my ringing phone. I looked at the clock as I picked up the reciever. [i]6 AM ..jesus this better be good...[/i]It's HIM. Calling just to hear my beautiful voice he says. He's spending $20 a minute to hear my freaking voice?? Good Grief. :roll: |
| ::friends:: |
| 05.20.04 (2:21 pm) [edit] |
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Friends stick up for each other right? They respect each other. Or they should... I found my self in the middle of two friends today. One of them made me very angry by talking in a most degrading manner about the other. It wasn't the first time he had done this, but something about his tone really set me off. I went to my other friend and asked him point blank "why does A treat you this way?". He questioned me about the conversation and immediately went to confront A. He was angry and rightly so. A of course said that I was just "testing their friendship" and trying to "come between brothers". He called me a liar. I may be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them. I asked J why would I lie about something like this? What do I stand to gain? I am simply standing up for someone I care about. People can be such shits to each other. A betrayed J's trust. A is furious with me...says I am dead to him. Well ok. J is left feeling bitter about a friendship lost. I am just hanging in the middle... :roll: |
| Photos |
| 05.20.04 (2:07 pm) [edit] |
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I am such an idiot! For those trying to see my Nepal photos I apologize for my stupidity...I have adjusted the settings on the albums and they are now Public :oops: I also have some snaps from my India trip up now. Enjoy! 8) |
| A fine bit of chocolate |
| 05.16.04 (3:33 pm) [edit] |
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My friend June and I have this ongoing joke about another male friend of ours. He is extremely attractive. The first time I saw him I mentioned to June that I would surely like to dip him in chocolate and call it a night..LOL. Well after several weeks this became the call phrase "get the choccy". Every time we see him it gets said. Of course he is wondering wtf? How does a girl explain that she thinks you're a fine bit of chocolate? :wink: |
| Off the Wagon!! |
| 05.16.04 (12:12 pm) [edit] |
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I fell off the carb wagon today...and boy was it good! :D It started out with just a half of a bagel. Then I decided the other half might not be so bad. Next thing I know I am having a bowl of Captain Crunch :twisted: :twisted: Well crap after that I decided for lunch I would have a sandwich with 2 pieces of bread AND some potato chips. Had a milano cookie too. Best cookie I have ever had. Think I will make spagetti for dinner :P Screw that low carb shit! |
| suburban safari |
| 05.15.04 (7:11 pm) [edit] |
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Each year my local animal shelter holds a low cost rabies vaccination clinic for cats and dogs. Being a penny pincher I always take my dog (spike) and our cat(luis) to get their yearly booster. Every year is an adventure :) . Spike like to go in the car, so all I have to do is get his leash and he is ready to go. Luis is another story...My daughter had the carrier on the couch with the door open and as soon as he sees it he grows sixteen extra legs. They were all flying with claws out. He knows anytime he gets in that thing it ain't good :? . I am pushing his head in and he is hanging on with his feet to the doorway. Finally I managed to get him in! Mind you I am bleeding now LOL. Our drive to the shelter was serenaded by Luis the entire 15 minutes. He was making sure we knew he wasn't happy! Getting him out of the carrier wasn't much better...Dr. Barry was pulling him and I was shaking the carrier and no cat was coming out! Poor Spike was sitting on the table with a bewildered look on his face which quickly turned to terror as this 150 lb great dane strolled in...Spikey began trying to climb inside my jacket while I was still trying to get the damned cat out. I think he was afraid he would be eaten! (My poor baby only weighs 8 lbs.) Dr. Barry was finally victorious and Luis, much to his displeasure, is safe for another year. I wonder if he will come out from under the bed before then? :wink:
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| Photos |
| 05.14.04 (11:14 pm) [edit] |
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I have added a link to my photo albums. I wanted to share some of my photos of Nepal with you all. Hope you like them. 8)
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| Running on empty |
| 05.14.04 (10:22 pm) [edit] |
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Today I just hit the wall. I couldn't deal with anyone or anything. I don't know what happened...it just seemed like overnight I was sapped of all of my emotional energy and there was nothing left to give anyone today. I think I am just going to go to bed and pull the covers over my head. :oops: Maybe tomorrow will be better. |
| The Letter |
| 05.13.04 (9:27 pm) [edit] |
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It's funny how the smallest thing can change your day completely. I opened the mailbox to find a slightly battered envelope with a familiar postmark on it. My heart skipped a beat and I began to smile. Yessssss! A letter from Hem. Even though we email daily, the snail mails are extra special. It's a connection that is hard to explain. Letters feel more "real". I ran back to the porch and sat down on the steps. I ran my fingertips over that familiar handwriting and felt my eyes tear up. I was instantly taken back to this silly little intimate conversation we had recently were he confided that before he mailed each of these letters he always kissed my name. A kiss that traveled thousands of miles from his lips to my hands. I just sat there, caught up in my thoughts. I remembered our last morning together, walking the streets and talking, how the sun shone off of his jet black hair. Raindrops jolted me back to the present. I open the letter to find a picture that had been taken of us while we were in Kathmandu. We looked so happy...two best friends without a care in the world. I miss him. |
| milestones |
| 05.13.04 (10:18 am) [edit] |
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My son (who is 13) was sitting on the sofa this morning furiously trying to look into his armpit. Suddenly with a look of glee he jumps up and says "cool the hair broke through!". I am trying to hold back my laughter as he runs to the bathroom to admire it in the mirror. He comes out several minutes later looking rather disappointed. "what's wrong?" "it's clear" "what's clear??" "the hair..it's clear" (pouting now) "so what did ya want a big black one?" (cracking up now) "yeah!" (runs to his room) Ah another milestone. 8) |
| Swept Away |
| 05.12.04 (9:24 pm) [edit] |
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At last You stand before me Where we last parted The memory of that last kiss Still burns hotly in both of our memories. My heart has not forgotten you Nor have my arms Which still yearn to hold you. You whisper that you've missed me And I am swept away by your kiss. |
| Yearning |
| 05.12.04 (9:21 pm) [edit] |
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He dreams of A soft kiss placed upon her lips a distant lullaby to his tired soul How he yearns for what he cannot reach How he wishes he could stroke her hair and see her smile up at him in her sensual way. He sighs as he touches her face on the photo, knowing that that she too, dreams and yearns for a soft kiss. |
| Blog Dreams |
| 05.12.04 (8:22 am) [edit] |
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Okay I think I have been spending too much time here enjoying all you peoples blogs. I had the wierdest dream this morning about blogging..LOL. :lol: It was like I was inside the blogs..kind of hard to explain. Guess you had to be there. :roll:
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| E-Love |
| 05.11.04 (9:05 pm) [edit] |
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Watching the clock like a nervous child anticipating the arrival of santa claus I wait for you watching my screen blank and blue My cursor blinks in time with my heart Mocking me Will you come today and sooth my restless heart? Minutes stretch into endless hours until at last I hear those words my heart is screaming for ' you've got mail' |
| Wisdom or innocence? |
| 05.11.04 (8:43 pm) [edit] |
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"...I would trade my wisdom for innocence just to look through those eyes..." Those are words from a song I heard earlier tonite that kind of stuck in my head. I have often wished that I didn't know what I know. Wouldn't it be nice to go back and look at this life through an innocent pair of eyes? It has been said that with age comes wisdom. Wisdom seems too often to come with a painful price tag. Looking back, I think I much prefer the innocence of my childhood. It was before I learned that friends could betray you and love could hurt. It was a time when all the world was big and fresh and full of possibilities. Yes. I would trade my wisdom for innocence. |
| Happy Tuesday... |
| 05.11.04 (10:50 am) [edit] |
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Woke up this morning and immediately stepped in a pile of cat poop :evil: This was appartently my daughters cats commentary on her departure yesterday for Washington DC. Gawd I hate that cat..grrr. Right on the bath mat where I'd be sure to hit it in the dark in my bare feet! I suppose I can't blame him too much. If I were a 13 yr old cat and got left by my human with the person who hated me for a week I'd probably poo on her bath mat too :wink: I am starting to wonder if I will ever adjust to the time change. I was awake until almost 4 AM last nite. Just hung out reading reading blogs. Thanks for the company guys. |
| Drawn |
| 05.07.04 (9:53 pm) [edit] |
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I am drawn to you As a moth is to flame. Dancing Around the fire in your eyes To a music Only you and I can hear. A wild symphony of Breathless kisses and gentle caress A cresendo of passion Like a spark Gliding effortlessly to the heavens Rising,whirling, riding upon the breeze Only to extinguish itself To the bliss Of sheer being. |
| Traces |
| 05.07.04 (9:51 pm) [edit] |
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Faint traces of you linger on my pillow. Breathing them in Rushes me back to your embrace. I can still feel your Touch upon my skin, so light, yet urgent. I can still taste your kiss soft and sweet. Breathing you in again, I surrender myself to the memories of the magic that was us. |