| ....here I am, folks. I've not disappeared! I've just been a working fool
But it's all good now. Randy is still wonderful (did i mention I had a boyfriend?) and everything else is starting to fall into place.
cheers~ |
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| This was my fortune cookie this morning on Facebook.
Oddly enough, it goes right along with life at the moment.
Which gets me thinking. Just how much humor does God have?
Quite a bit, friends, quite a bit. |
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| When it comes to boys and girls, there are two kinds of love.
Neither of which should be taken very lightly, nor used in any
manner except to express one's feelings for another. (I tried
to find a surgeon general who would endorse this, but alas,
improper use of Love isn't going to poison you….much)
So, we have the first kind of Love. Rather….the first stage.
This Love comes after Dating, the First Kiss, Dinner with Family,
and all other signs of a mature relationship (i.e. fighting
PROPERLY, making up, compromise, etc). This is "Being in
Love". It is not optional; one cannot choose to be in Love, one
can only fall in love; most of the time on accident. Symptoms of
being in love are as follows: forgetfulness, daydreaming, frequent
smiling, a musical preference of light rock, and a generally
pleasant attitude. There is currently no known cure.
Now we move on to the second type (or stage) of Love. This
is "To Love." It is in fact a verb, (not THAT verb….sicko).
Loving is a choice. It is something that lasts way after 'Being in
Love' and way WAY after the honeymoon stage. This is a choice
that one makes every morning when looking at your man's crusty
face with stinky morning breath that no matter how much of a
dork he is, no matter how much he may offend you with his
farting, burping, body hair or general public rudeness, regardless
of ANYTHING…..you have his back and promise to take care of
him and look out for his physical and emotional well being. This
Love, sadly, cannot be forever. It is hard, and people will falter
in their Love for one another. But, this Love is the ultimate
between two people. Something coveted and cherished. |
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| Well kids, I guess Christmas came a bit early this year.....
ah, Chicago.....In April?
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| I'd forgotten how great it is to have short hair. Really.
Primp time is minimized, and if it looks like crap, well.....call
it 'original' and get on with your day. AND if someone notes
how great your 'original' look is, give a thank you, and revel
in the fact that your hair will always look good.
I'd really forgotten. Pictures to follow.
Oh, and brandon.....i'll let you know when I'm coming down
again. I figure next time deserves fair warning! |
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