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Saturday, August 11, 2007

for those still here and interested. we're having a baby. :)


Tuesday, March 20, 2007

my husband just asked if i'd written on xanga that i got married...I GOT MARRIED!


Tuesday, March 13, 2007

does "footprints" mean people are checking up on my xanga still?


Thursday, October 12, 2006

i'd like to say thank you...

to danny...you are like a rock to me. you are my confidante, my mentor, my motivator, my very best friend in this world. thank you for asking me to "tell you everything...not hold anything back". thank you for being honest with me always and trying your hardest to be helpful even when things are beyond your control. thank you for loving me. i love you too.

to reese, fly, meilikki, and rikki...for loving me unconditionally. for the concerned looks when i'm crying and for purring and sleeping on my head.

to karen...for being too young to know that i screw up and that i hurt.

to jonah...for not caring that i screw up and feeling sorry that i hurt.

to amber...for being much more to me than a sister. or maybe being what a sister should be. for making us both laugh when we both feel crappy. for keeping me "regular"...you know what i'm talking about. :) for always being there and for letting me be there for you too.

to heather...for not getting annoyed when i call you up...bitch and moan...and then tell you i have to go. for listening. for understanding what i'm talking about always. and for talking about things i understand. you're not taken for granted.

to barth...for being patient with me.

to sausage...for confiding in me and for letting me confide in you. for walking. for giving me your opinion and respecting mine. for respecting me.

to matt...for leaving me messages. when i want to talk to someone who will make sense...well, for making sense...for being honest with yourself and with me.

i've had a rough night and i just wanted to make sure that these people realize how much they mean to me. the order your names appear means nothing and there are things i failed to mention and even people i may have failed to mention i'm sure. but thank you.


Wednesday, September 06, 2006

you know those relationships you have with people that never really go past acquaintance...not just all of them tho, i mean the ones where you still feel like there was a connection. and there may be no need to further contact or call or write everyday. or you may wish you did and don't have the means to. or maybe it's just enough to know that person's out there and to know that they know you are to and cross each others' minds occassionally. but do you ever feel like you could really connect with those people? for some reason or another. maybe it's just that you feel like they mean something to you. something you can't put a finger on...can't necessarily label. but something nonetheless.

i met this girl...when i was in orlando for two days at some vfw conference where the local winners of the voice of democracy speaches had to go compete with each other...well, at the little banquet thing, the girl sitting next to me...well, we talked. now i don't remember even the smallest part of the conversation. i don't remember what she looked like or what her name was. and we talked thru the whole weekend. but when it was time to go home we didn't exchange phone numbers or addresses or emails...it was enough just to have that two days. and i still think of her and wonder what her name is and what she looks like...and what she's up to. and she means something to me and meant something to me then. it's strange.

this is for you, romeo. because i know you're lurking around here. :)



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