Somebody has to plow the rocky field. Is it an accident, or is it choice? Is it braver to resist, or else to yield? Should a caged bird bother seeking its own voice? Is it mere accident, or...it wiser to resist, or else to yield? Why hold a rotten structure up with hoists? Somebody still must plow that rocky field. Marc Ladewig Author of Odysseus-The Epic Myth of the Hero
I want to wear our baby, and my husband has jumped on that bandwagon too (much to my delight). I've decided on a Moby wrap, but he's feeling stuck with not a lot of choices for men. He wants: - easy...(his back isn't the best) He doesn't like the Baby Bjorn type thing. I showed him the Moby but he wants something easier that he can just slide the baby in and out of. Can you ladies help us out
So there I am, I woke up this morning at around 1am. I woke up alone, and 1 am is a really lonely time to wake up. No one in the house, everyone I know asleep. Alone. And the loneliness was overwhelming...only is your beauty gone, but I look around and the world feels ugly and bland. It wasn't just your beauty that I saw. It was how you made the world Beautiful around you too. I love you -Jason.
(whoops, looks like i posted this and the last post out of order) i LOVED using this kit... SO versatile and the colors were just so warm and welcoming. i think i could continue to play with this kit...embellishment is on pop dots. sorry folks, the metal work here is not included. click here for to see more thanks for looking. as always, feedback and comments appreciated. 359, 360, 361, 36
great-grandma's thermometer Originally uploaded by vickylw My parents divorced 46 years ago, when I was almost 8 yrs. old. I grew up seeing my father only one weekend a month, a week in summer...by this gift, as it has a lot of meaning for him. No matter what has happened, no matter what angry words were spoken in the past, when God is working in a situation, there is ALWAYS hope!
I haven't had my first doctor's appointment yet (not until november 18th) but I'm guessing I'm about 6wks. I don't want to get too excited or tell too many people just in case I end up losing it. but!...he starts talking about it I feel like I practically have to talk him out of hyperventilating. I love that he's talking to me about it though. but I digress! how bad did your men get at their worst
It turns out that after a rather intense journey through shadow that I was wrong. My father isn't quite as bad as I thought. I went from an aimless disappointment to a "you're not half bad." I suppose...the edge with him. I hope that he made it out alive. I am keeping his coat with me until he can reclaim it. I wish he had worn that green paisley shirt. That would have just been too perfect.
I've had the most irritating day and it's all because of parents. I love them but they really need to wise up and start thinking about their children. All of them, not just the ones they feel like being...care that he's done damage to who I am as an adult? I just don't know what I'm fighting so hard for with him anymore. Because you don't hurt the ones you love as often and as hard as he hurts me.
...to be driven nuts by this thought - Does he ever think of me? - concerning someone who a) you haven't seen in...Jesus, almost a decade, and b) you once considered a parent. I disregard fathers most of the time. I don't tend to think they're important. I know they are to plenty of people, but never to me. They've always been a waste of time, waste of space, waste of energy, waste of affection...
