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Archive for November, 2009

Oh let us rise Above the bones Let us remember the memories Filled with compassion Not scarred by hunger No not blinded by the ashes of the past My eyes have not seen it yet it in my soul I know No conception is hidden Let there be love I wanna go home Take me [...]

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This is The Former Mister’s response to my e-mailed inquiry as to whether we (me, him and The Mook) should get together on Christmas morning to open her gifts from Santa. ——- We may want to talk about these times with the three of us.  I’m not finding it to be a healthy relationship.  We are seperated.  [...]

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I didn’t get all weepy today. Stellar. Finding treasures at Goodwill. Having a list of homemade items to make for holiday gifts. Making this for dinner, except with ground turkey instead of soy A shiny new cell phone Oh, if you’re looking for the password for the previous post, send me a message. But it’s [...]

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Protected: Surrender

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I’ve been an ostrich. When I lost my job in early February, I knew that I had three months before I would lose the daycare subsidy that pays for 75% of the cost of The Mook’s daycare. I figured that I would be working again in three months. When that 3-month period ended, I figured [...]

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Baby smiles and coos Licorice allsorts Joni Mitchell’s River Sunny warm Sundays in November Brand-new Halloween-themed pjs for The Mook for $3 and change.

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Three Little Words – Part I is over here. There are things that are missing from Part I. His excuse for the drinking and then the telling me how horrible I was – that he could only talk to me and be brave enough when he was drunk. His constant defense for all things he [...]

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Same Old

My mum has gone back to whence she came. It was somewhat useful to have her here, since she managed the process that was acquiring the N1H1 vaccination for The Mook. (NB: My decision to have her vaccinated was based on her history of chronic respiratory infections every winter and the worry that if she [...]

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It started on the weekend. That tight-chest feeling. I picked up The Mook from school and found her wearing one of the extra sweaters they keep around. Because her dad had neglected to send her to school with a warm jacket, just the blazer that made up her English Bobby costume. Thankfully that was warm [...]

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