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 One writer's journey |
 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible    <---I am blown away by this    |
| Aaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh. Needed to get that out of my system  Little Miss Nai is doing well. But, because it's me, and this is the way things go, we have one week left in the incubation period. Incubation? You ask. Yep. My daughter-in-law developed Shingles in the last week of her pregnancy. And, they looked at her rash in the hospital and said it was nothing. By the middle of the week she was a mess, freaking out, and went to her doctor, who confirmed her suspicions. I swear i thought it was heat rash. And I cannot say whether I actually touched it or not, so it's safe to say that ol T and Nai are in that waiting period. Kaia has had 3 sleep overs now, and as much as I love having her sleep over, that 3 year old, with all that energy, and smarts is exhausting!  Plus, she forgets nothing. It's wise not to promise her anything, because that girl will remind you every chance she gets.Missing work is tough, because no one really steps up. If they do, it's the bare minimum. So when I don’t show up for 2 days, it's added work. Which means I'm at the gas station more than I like to be. I keep trying to stay positive. We will pay off the property in September of 2027, but I swear I won't make it. It sucks going into a place you don't like. Worse when you own it. My mom's trying to get out of the house now, since she has reverted back to her teens. I hate this disease, hate watching her mind slip away. Last week she was looking for her parents. When my sister told her they passed away, she cried for an hour straight, like the loss hit her for the first time. It's heartbreaking. And now, the world has decided to make another monumental dip into the shithole of hell, and push us to the brink of WW3. Am I seriously the only one who thinks that these little men, with little brains and even smaller penis' need to fuck off and let the women of the world try and make it a better place? 🤷♀️, I doubt it could get worse. I mean, we apparently are all too emotional according to these warmongering maniacs. That's my two cents anyway. Tagging: StephBee  Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ   |
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Now, any feeders I have are taken away at the end of August. 
MAD indeed! I know how you feel, Vertigo-wise. I've had it for years. When peeps call me a dizzy dame, it's for real. 
