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7, 8, 9

Day 07 –> Someone who has made your life worth living for.
My husband
My children
My family

Day 08 –> Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
The DNA Donor’s spouse. That asshole REALLY needs to get a life.

Day 09 –> Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
There’s too many to list. BIGGEST being the DNA Donor’s side of the family. They are not to blame for her insanity!

Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you

Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why
– Take pictures [I love doing it]
– Learn camera [because it’s smart]
– Make some videos [to get better]

Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days
024/365 [2013] - Cold
My make-up and my hair. 😀

Day 7: One band/singer you’re ashamed to admit you like.

Day 8: One band/singer whose popularity you will never understand.
I’m not going to add a video, but the Biebs.

Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex.
I, um, don’t have an ex …

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25 January, 2013 · 9:00 am

Come and Sit a Spell

Kids and Josh went into the rainforest. I popped a squat on a bench with this view

There’s a bench (not an industrial bench) at the Topeka Zoo that I will sit at when Josh takes the kids into the rainforest. I can’t go in there unless I have to because the smell and humidity make me sick to my stomach and causes a major head.

A Congo African Grey Parrot at Topeka Zoo, Kan...

A Congo African Grey Parrot at Topeka Zoo, Kansas, USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So I sit outside, and wait. I have some quiet time to reflect on what is the meaning of life (42). I listen to the sounds of the birds inside the rainforest building. I hear the honking of the geese. I hear laughter of kids on a nearby playground.

It’s a peaceful feeling, though I am wishing that I was inside, enjoying the wonder of my kids’ enjoyment of the birds and animals. The ability to spend the rest of the day with my family, though missing those few moments, is worth more than seeing those few moments and feeling them ruined moments later when I feel the need to just crawl under the covers, with my trusty bucket friend. Just in case I don’t make it to the bathroom in time.

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