This blog is like my paper bound journals. Punctuated by a whole ton of holes in time.

Any journal type of fuss that I hope to maintain without fail always fails to remain consistent. I don't have a ton of clever things to share. But I do need to write. To spread mah wings!

There comes a time in a marriage when today feels just like yesterday. That new sensation. Can't wait to call them. The pull of the need to just simply hear the voice of the only one person who can send you over the falls. Excruciating pain to touch them, kiss them.... 'cause a working day has way too many hours in it. All the things life puts you through just pushes you closer together. Krazy Glue can't compare to the bond you have.

Day 2 of the fast........ I managed to make a really bland tasting green juice for dinner. ..... And I'd just looooooove a slice of Pizza Port Pizza right now.

Started a fast today..... There are little things that are screaming at me to try to get my attention. Oddly enough, the bag of gum balls sitting oh so innocently on the kitchen counter, for example. Well within the easy grasp of a passing hand. They seem to be pouty. Because I've neglected them today. Try as I may to explain to them that they are not allowed in my mouth they still sit there, pleading to me, their only desire is self sacrifice! Like some weird cult of sugary multi-colored round delights. I looked at them as sternly as I could weakly muster, I am fasting after all and am quite weak....., and explained that for the next 10 days they would be dead to me. They didn't get the mob reference. I concluded with the fact that after the 10 days I may loose my love for them all together. I hear other the distant temptation flavored cries of the rest of the distractions in the kitchen.... I intend to starve them out. I will win!!!

11-11-11

Wow! I totally forgot I had a blog! ..... .. .... . . . .... huh.....

Anyways, tomorrow is 11-11-11.

Forget chapter, it'll be the beginning of a whole new book. One that's been in the works and is ready to meet the world.

Summer Days

It's almost the middle of August and, cheesy moment, it seems as if the summer days are drifting away.

This first part of August makes me think that August wants some type of notoriety like May and June, 'cause it's been pretty flippin' gloomy. I like it and I loath it. My mom always used to call that kind of weather "Heather weather" because I like overcast days. When I lived in London and got to experience the Londoness of the weather I knew immediately what my mom had been talking about.

And while I still love the gloomy weather, there is a part of me that tries to will the clouds to go to give way to a sunny washed life. I think it has to do with the death of my mom. A lot of things died along with her on that day. I don't like dramatic movies anymore. Nor do I like slow songs...... Except for the ones John and I slow dance to. I only watch funny shows on the tv.......

August is also the month that my mom was born.

Don't know where I'm going with this.....

But! I've got an amazing man who makes any type of personal bad dream disappear with the magical touch of a kiss.

I've got a wonderful son, which has further given purpose to my life.

As my mom taught me, family is everything. A positive outlook on life is essential. Above all, simply, love.