memories
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This Seems To Be A Repeat, But Here We Go Again – And Yes, It Still Really Hurts
I had an option to definitely live or to most definitely die. Horribly. I’m certain that I’ve answered this question before. I’ve had to deal with feelings of inadequacy. I’ve had to deal with feeling that I wasn’t fully a woman anymore. I have cried many tears, many times over this. I hate any questions Continue reading
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Ha…. Hahahaha! Non! Try Again…
No. There is no way I could have ever been “destined” or “fated” to end up as messed up as I am. I am a person who is broken, and it would be cruel to have that as a sure eventuality for anyone. Saying that everything is “fated” or “destined” is incredibly offensive as an Continue reading
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They’re Gone…
I don’t have any favorite family traditions. Not anymore. I’ll explain… After my mother died, her side of the family in essence shut me out. No phone calls, no nothing. There’s always been some considerable distance on my dad’s side… so I don’t personally know much of their family. Over the years, as each person Continue reading
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Car Seats…
Years ago, a few friends and I traveled up to New York for a fantastic weekend. However… The vehicle we were in didn’t have enough seats for adults, so I ended up sitting in the spot that car seats sit in. Mind… I wasn’t in a car seat, but if I had been, I would Continue reading
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Of Aluminum Contents
I have an aluminum box that years ago held some licorice. I hate licorice. But my grandma bought it for me. She ate the licorice, and I kept the box. I keep it in my armoire. Inside is a recipe card my mother wrote for deep dish pizza, a note my granddad wrote to my Continue reading
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Sadly, The Latter
My past shapes the woman I am today. I try hard not to, but things come up that remind me of what my life was growing up. I remember the bad relationships, the heartache, the anger. My frustrations in life. I look to my present… and how a lot of the problems of the past Continue reading
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B.D.
The man who had the most positive impact on my life when I was growing up was my grandfather. He was just… always there. Always willing to listen. He always had candy to share. I didn’t like many candies mind, butterscotch and werthers were what he always had on him. He was my protector for Continue reading
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I Am A Creature Of Few Habits
Used to be one of our museums here. But now…? It’s usually my bed. Easier to get to. As I felt like utter roadkill today, I spent most of the day in bed and playing that cashier game. Ahh… Brought me back to when I worked in the service industry. I miss the customers a Continue reading
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??How Do You Know???
Uh… Hopefully my response doesn’t backfire somewhere. Like on me. I have problems remembering faces and names… but I did meet a disc jockey from a local radio station years ago. I also met the Kratt brothers years and years ago. My aunt worked with Hollywood actors, and little my cousin got to meet them. Continue reading
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It Was Twins
I had two subjects I loved. English and Science. They were together, like conjoined twins. I found the human body and how it worked fascinating. I took biology. Never got the chance to take chemistry. Anthropology was extremely interesting. Understanding more about someone’s culture helps explain how they behave and react. For English classes, I Continue reading
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