"Lovin Life"  richreality
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Meister
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49/F/, Pennsylvania
Join Date: Feb 2008 |
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Just a good spot to dump some thoughts so my brain can gather a few more tidbits along the way without overload.
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i havent been here for a few...and when i checked on my friends, i saw so many things happenin over such a short period....got me to thinking, why is Summer so packed, kinda like on fast forward, like 3 months of Winter folly squeezed into one day of Summer? Is it just me, or is that how it goes? 
Current Music: jazz
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| jeez, i have one here without the risk of carding! love this forum! | |
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getting away from all that hurts can be a welcome relief except to those that you love... see the journal above
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| i have trusted this site for being safe so far. i have trusted people i have met as being safe as well. it is all a matter of choice. you have been awesome for finding and helping with even getting my kids a great grade..now here is my crux...i am beyond wits end. i have no wits, other than savored moments here when i can understand real folks.. i really would like to enjoy life again but here it is why I believe i cant have | |
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| While my son and I had so much fun here looking for unusual idioms you provided for his cla** project, I have to say this. THANK YOU !! His teacher was so impressed by the unusual idiom (she had not heard), she kept both his presentation and his 3-D project for future classes and earned bonus points for his grade! You inspired him to create a mini model. I'm not sure the teach will give it back gosh I wish I had a pic to show you!! Thank you. But it gets better! | |
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My 13 yr old had to redo a book report that he actually flunked last week. I flipped (he's never gotten less than a "B" in anything!) and insisted he bring it home so I could take a look at it and he could turn it in again for a better grade. One redo per report, thank goodness. This eve, I find the teacher had written the comment that his evaluation was vague and incomplete because when asked about the "plot" my son commented he didn't think there was one or a theme. He stated the writer just wrote an interesting story to try and entertain someone. Period. My son obviously wasnt entertained.
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My teenage son had a couple of his buddies stay over last nite and I was remarking to one of the parents today that I would write a book called the Invisible Teenager. The only problem would be that I would have nothing to write about because quite frankly I never saw or heard these guys from the time they walked in the door and headed to my son's bedroom until this morning when hunger drove them downstairs! Amazing. Stealth mode practice. These guys are also practicing selective hearing. The other parents and I agreed that with continued stealth mode and selective hearing practice, our sons will become great parents  | |
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aahh...smell the winter, grab the sun while you can....and blah,blah, how bout a great cure for the stinkin flu, cold, yuk that comes with living in the "seasonal" globe. Please don't tell me to move..  | |
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| Absolutely, but only if our youth have direction. My own teens have nowhere to go, nothing to do. I am teaching them the power of the internet in not just playing the game and being involved in the school games (track, football, wrestling,etc.) not just laying out a myspace or aim but to take their interest and creating useful tidbits...maybe they will learn what they have to say is really important, or inspirational or just bc....you know, every person is valued...give them their own site and let them link! | |
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| I love everyone in my family. I really do. I hear what they say, I try to anyhow. So when exactly does anyone hear me, I mean where it has any value? I take the time to make lists, take the time to make sure everything has a place, everyone has their needs met, and run a business. So when do I get to go stroll the railroad tracks sipping on a six-pack of Mickeys malt; warm breeze blowing my white cotton blue pin-striped shirttails around me; starry clear dusk with crescent moon seeming out of place in a sky filled with pastel orange,blue,white; bats getting ready to shadow; loons, owls, swallows,all calling for feeding time; knowing the path my shoes skip to, dance to, all in solitude wondering not about the future, but loving the smells, taste and joys of the now. If it weren't for knowing where I felt the best, could I know where I want to go? Maybe some thing change but not my love | |
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