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Emily91966
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Name: Emily Birthday: 9/6/1966
Interests: Reading, cross stitch, spending time with my family, watching the Home & Garden Channel, decorating and redecoraing & watching "All My Children". Expertise: Ummmmmm........... Occupation: Administrative Industry: Other
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Member Since:
5/5/2004
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| LURKING......
I’ve been lurking. I’ve been reading my subscriptions, trying to keep up on what’s going on in your lives, I just haven’t been able to form any words of my own. It’s hard to blog about what’s going on in my life when my mom isn’t here to share it with me. So much has happened in the last ten months; she has missed so many things, things she would not have wanted to miss. I’ve been trying to come to terms with her death over the last few months, but it’s a loosing battle. Whoever said that time heals everything is a liar. I hurt more and more everyday that my mom isn’t here. I know I have to keep moving on, it’s what my mom would want, but it’s so damn hard. I’m angry and I’m sad and I just hurt from the inside out.
I appreciate all of your kind words and your patience with me and the lapses in my blog; I really am hoping to start blogging about normal, everyday things again soon. I’m just in a fog right now and nothing is normal anymore. I’m waiting for the fog to clear and for the sun to shine again but for now I just have to take one day at a time and maybe one day soon you’ll come here and I’ll be blogging about something happy, something normal, something not so sad. | | |
| ANOTHER YEAR OLDERWith a little ( a lot ) help from my family I made it through my birthday. Thank you all for your kind thoughts, I appreciate all of the hugs and well wishes. Loosing my mom has been one of the worst things I have ever experienced in my life; my life will never be the same. Thanks for listening to me and caring.
Now, I'm another year older. Bleh. I don't know how I got to be 41 years old. It boggles my mind, since in my mind I'm still just a mere 21
We are as old as we feel, right? | | |
| SADNESSWe're back from New York. Been back for two weeks, actually. I know I haven't blogged about our trip yet, and I won't be doing that tonight either, but I will say that we had a wonderful time and we can't wait to make a return trip. I'll blog about it soon, I promise.
But tonight I am filled with sadness. I'm missing my mom like crazy. I have cried off and on most of the night, at times uncontrollably. I can only guess that it may have something to do with my birthday only being a couple days away and knowing that my mom won't be here to celebrate with me. She won't be here to give me my birthday kiss and to tell my "birth story" for the 41st time. There will be no birthday cake made by her loving hands, no hug and no "Happy Birthday; I love you my baby girl". I just can't face the fact that I will never hear those words from her again. Ever. | | |
| TIME TO FLYWe're off to New York City in the morning. Be back in a week! | | |
| WHAT'S IN YOUR PURSE?I know it's time to clean out my purse when carrying it around gives me a backache. I'm always amazed at what I pull out of it when I clean it out. Sure, I have the usual stuff, wallet, keys, checkbook, lip gloss, but then there's the weird stuff that for the life of me I can't remember even putting in my purse. For example when I cleaned my purse out last night, I pulled out a pair of rolled up worn pantyhose. When in the hell did I take my pantyhose off and put them in my purse? There has to be an explanation, I just can't think of one yet.
What is the weirdest thing you have ever pulled out of your purse or wallet? | | |
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