Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I can now be found at http://auspiciouscoincidence.org/life
I like to believe that I have so many people that see my thoughtful, striking comments on blogs and end up here :) it is fun to dream!
I like to believe that I have so many people that see my thoughtful, striking comments on blogs and end up here :) it is fun to dream!
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
As it seems that a lot of blogs I read are through blogger I thought I'd redirect to where I really live.
Sadly I'm not home that often
Sadly I'm not home that often
Thursday, July 17, 2003
life of uncertainty has been moved to http://www.notsodailynews.com/jmr/. Please update your bookmarks.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Not being able to comment on the banana blog is frustrating so I will comment here. I am so incredibly jealous! I of course am elated that the baby news is exciting from day one. I hope that I will have a chance to experience such a postitive even myself. Ever since the birth of my child I have been so susceptible to baby fever. This is killing me.
I am glad you are using your blog to track your progress. It is a delight to read.
Well I am off, I want to eat but I have to figure out the surprise waiting for me. I am dying. It isn't often that my best friend can get me scratching at the door to see what is going on but today is one of those days.
I am glad you are using your blog to track your progress. It is a delight to read.
Well I am off, I want to eat but I have to figure out the surprise waiting for me. I am dying. It isn't often that my best friend can get me scratching at the door to see what is going on but today is one of those days.
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
A new banana! What a strange thing to be writing this today. I know I am copying so many others but it just fits. Happy! Happy! Dancing today.
A new life begins...
A new life begins...
Thursday, July 03, 2003
Today I am at work sort of twiddling my fingers. It is a slow day but someone has to be here to cover what calls might drift in. This morning I had a pleasant surprise as Xander called to send his wishes of love. Oh how I want to hug him tight!
I see one of the true loves of my life has a blog now too. I need that way to connect and yet my ego gets in the way. It wants to remain distant and find reasons to pick on me! I will not allow it! I won't let my self sabatoge ruin the energy I can get from Elle's snippets...
Today is sunny! I almost feel sunny myself.
I stayed up way too late last night reading a trashy book. I woke up refreshed though and enjoyed a sunny morning with my munckin.
I see one of the true loves of my life has a blog now too. I need that way to connect and yet my ego gets in the way. It wants to remain distant and find reasons to pick on me! I will not allow it! I won't let my self sabatoge ruin the energy I can get from Elle's snippets...
Today is sunny! I almost feel sunny myself.
I stayed up way too late last night reading a trashy book. I woke up refreshed though and enjoyed a sunny morning with my munckin.
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
So I had a very strange occurance today... I was shopping at Winco and I ran into a coworker. She is someone that I really enjoy talking to so we stood in aisle and talked for what must have neared 30 minutes. While we were waiting I see this man walking towards our section of the store. He is instantly familiar to me, I can feel my body responding in an eager way. I realize in the split second as I am smiling in his direction that it is my boyfriend from the seventh grade. And strangely enough he still looks about exactly the same as he did 15 years ago. In fact the only thing that has changed is the increase in facial hair and he looks like he has lost weight. It was so weird to see such a long time past part of my life flash in front of my face. Even his dress was a more current version of the skater clothes from the late 80's. He had a small child with him who may or may not have been his son. There was recognition on both our parts and in my curious way I was suddenly very aware of my surroundings and instantly uncomfortable.
In the seventh grade I was best friends with Amy... Actually as I write this I think it may have been the eighth grade going into the 9th.
Anyway I remember that was at an especially awkward time in my developement. I wouldn't eat in the presence of a male other than family. It was strange to be around my boyfriend all the time and yet not be because I was there to see Amy. I remember the pounding of my heart, the increased moisture in my mouth, my palms, and my sex. I have fond memories of sneaking a few moments in the front hall with his hands in my blouse, down my pants. Groping as long as we could without drawing attention to ourselves. I remember the constant watchful eyes if I stayed the night. Nothing ever did happen on those occasions.
Three instances that stick out in my mind are making cookies, breaking the couch and losing part of my handprint.
Cookies revolved around my obsessive need not to be seen consuming food... Which by the way I have some interesting observations that I will share with the FoodSchmood blog.
I was eating cookies as the group of boys returned to the house. I instantly threw my partially eaten cookie across the room where it proceeded to land in the cookie jar.
Chris and I broke the couch one time when I was visiting on the sly. We were sitting next to one another on the couch when he decided he wanted me in his lap. He playfully tried to pull me over but I ended up almost standing up in my insecurity that I might be too heavy and the extra struggle and pressure made one of the legs fall off the couch. I don't really recall the outcome at this point.
And lastly one night I was leaving the house and Chris leaned out his bedroom window for a kiss. At the sound of someone coming hear his door I ran away through the yard and skipped over a ditch. I fell and scraped my palm severely and to this day I can still see where the flow of my fingerprints has been interrupted by the scarring tissue.
I liked those times in my life. I guess probably because the edgeful way I played with my sexuality kept the pain of real life from creeping in. I wonder where I learned to be so forward with my sex though. I don't know that I mean that the way it sounds. It is difficult for me to fight the urge to constantly want to delete something I have written and start again but I would never get anywhere if I did that.
In the seventh grade I was best friends with Amy... Actually as I write this I think it may have been the eighth grade going into the 9th.
Anyway I remember that was at an especially awkward time in my developement. I wouldn't eat in the presence of a male other than family. It was strange to be around my boyfriend all the time and yet not be because I was there to see Amy. I remember the pounding of my heart, the increased moisture in my mouth, my palms, and my sex. I have fond memories of sneaking a few moments in the front hall with his hands in my blouse, down my pants. Groping as long as we could without drawing attention to ourselves. I remember the constant watchful eyes if I stayed the night. Nothing ever did happen on those occasions.
Three instances that stick out in my mind are making cookies, breaking the couch and losing part of my handprint.
Cookies revolved around my obsessive need not to be seen consuming food... Which by the way I have some interesting observations that I will share with the FoodSchmood blog.
I was eating cookies as the group of boys returned to the house. I instantly threw my partially eaten cookie across the room where it proceeded to land in the cookie jar.
Chris and I broke the couch one time when I was visiting on the sly. We were sitting next to one another on the couch when he decided he wanted me in his lap. He playfully tried to pull me over but I ended up almost standing up in my insecurity that I might be too heavy and the extra struggle and pressure made one of the legs fall off the couch. I don't really recall the outcome at this point.
And lastly one night I was leaving the house and Chris leaned out his bedroom window for a kiss. At the sound of someone coming hear his door I ran away through the yard and skipped over a ditch. I fell and scraped my palm severely and to this day I can still see where the flow of my fingerprints has been interrupted by the scarring tissue.
I liked those times in my life. I guess probably because the edgeful way I played with my sexuality kept the pain of real life from creeping in. I wonder where I learned to be so forward with my sex though. I don't know that I mean that the way it sounds. It is difficult for me to fight the urge to constantly want to delete something I have written and start again but I would never get anywhere if I did that.
