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Happy Birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

A reminder to someone I love that hearts have infinite capacity to love and that love is never diminished when it is shared with others. The Capacity of the Heart What is the capacity of the heart? I think of those I

One day everything is in the future and you make plans for a day that is forever away. Then the next day that day has passed; you blinked and it ran right by you. This is life in a few words. Many have phrased those words much more eloquently than I. Pink Floyd expressed the idea beautifully in Time. Ever notice how the grand statements about life tend to apply on both large scale and small scale? There is a consistency in such things. Of course, people who understand things like physics and such already know this and no doubt find it a useful thing in figuring out other things that I don

You Are The Emperor You are an authority figure, and other people look to you for what to do. You are strong and powerful. Crossing you is not a good idea. You have worked hard to get to your position, and you're not about to give it up to anyone. Though you have a warrior heart, you are gentle to those who treat you well. Your fortune: In the near future, you need to be willing and able to defend those you love. This may be the time for you to step up and be the authority figure to those around you. It is time for you to be independent, to become your own person. You may need to look at your relationship with your father, or your relationships as a father. http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/ interesting What Tarot Card Are You? You Are The High Priestess You represent mystery - secrets that are yet to be revealed. You find yourself sitting between two worlds: one dark, one light. You tend to hold these two worlds in balance, reconciling the two. Open and welcoming, you invite others to learn your secrets. Your fortune: Something hidden, or latent, in your life is about to come forward. You need to pay more attention to your dreams, thoughts, intuition, and imagination. And if that involves tapping into your dark side, it will all balance out in the end. You have a lot of potential dying to be unleashed, so let those gates open! What Tarot Card Are You? http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/ also interesting. Now...the difference is in the names I entered for myself. One most people know me as and the other only a few people use. Which one, do you think, is the real me?

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The Labor Day weekend was pretty good. I did some organizing of paperwork, which is a nice, relaxing anal-retentive task. Scott and Sam think I am nuts for finding that relaxing. We spent a lot of time outside this weekend. The weather was great and the pool was nice. I don't have a bandage to worry about anymore, so took advantage of the pool. We had a water balloon fight at one point. Scott accidentally hit me in the hand, which ended my participation. Stung like hell and I had a puss about it. *laughs* He was aiming for my balls, though, so I suppose I am glad he got my hand instead. Instinctive reaction when seeing a water balloon heading for your balls: cover with your hands. Ouch. But I survived, though my hand did hurt for a while. But part of that is from the lifting of files and folders, too. We played cards and board games a lot. *laughs* I beat Sam 3 out of 4 times at chess. Now...you may be thinking 'so what? he's 12' but he is in the chess club at school and has beaten the teacher. I am a mediocre player at best. I just know his style and can take advantage of his tendency to focus on one piece or one area of the board. Got his queen twice. *scowls* He got mine in 3 moves in the game I lost. We also played Chinese Checkers. Now...that is a game I have played maybe once or twice in my life. Turns out Sam and Scott are experts at it, the bastards. So the first game we played Sam killed me. I don't mind losing but all through the game he kept making a point of telling me how much I sucked. He is hell to play with when he gets like that. So i told him I wasn't going to EVER play it with him again. Of course, a few hours later I challenged him to another game. I beat him. Yes, I am a quick study. BUT, what I did--that he didn't catch on to--was to copy his moves as long as I could. *laughs* Actually, until I screwed up. But I did manage to beat him. *pats self on back* The highlight of the day, though, was about 11 pm when Sam was being a pain in the ass. I sent him into the living room for some stupid made up reason and whispered to Scott to get me a water balloon. I had to send Sam back into the living room a couple of times--I'm good at finding annoying little 'chores' for him to do. During this time, Scott filled a water balloon and snuck it to me. I held it in my lap under the dining room table. When Sam came back into the dining room I pointed to the window and said, "Is something out there?" He looked and I said, "Do you see it, moving by the trees?" Sam watches a lot of horror movies and has an active imagination. So while he was looking intently out the window, I threw the water balloon at him and it hit him in the back of the neck. *laughs* He was NOT expecting that. Most of the water went out the window. No big mess. But even if there had been, it would have been worth it. So, all in all, a good weekend. Sam and I are going to patch the concrete in the driveway tomorrow. I had him removing the broken bits with a hammer and a screwdriver today. He loved doing that. Nothing like giving a 12 year old a hammer and screwdriver and saying, "pound away." He has kept all the pieces and has hidden them in his 'secret place.' He THINKS it is secret, but I found it ages ago. Whenever something is missing, it's the first place I look. So tomorrow we play with concrete. Should be fun.

Hope you are better soon, Kevin. Being in the hospital is always hellish but at least they have everythig you may need to get better right there.

Thanks, Camy, Viv and Krista. Sweetie died in her sleep about 4:30 this afternoon.

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The greatest frustration is to be without words to express what you are feeling. I have a dictionary full of words. I have a thesaurus full of words. All the words in the world are at my fingertips. I can find any word I want with the turn of a few pages or the click of a few keys. Yet I am at a loss for how to put them together to say what I feel. That is maybe not quite true. I can say words that would get the point across. I might even be able to say them prettily or with some sense of emotion. But that is not enough. I want them to be beautiful words, words that make you feel the beauty of the rose alone among the weeds. Not just picture it, but feel it. And not just feel it, but have it surround you, wrap you up and hold you until the feeling becomes part of you, so embedded in you that it will always be with you. But for hours I sit staring and no words form. I tell myself it is because there are no words to convey that. Language is limited. Words are not big enough, strong enough, deep enough. But the truth is it is the writer, not the words. It is my inadequacy that fails, not the words themselves. I am unable to manipulate them properly. It is impossible to describe perfection with mediocrity.

Happy Birthday!

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Happy Birthday, Jules

I'm going to whine now, so be forewarned. My hand hurts. Well duh...I suppose it is supposed to hurt still. But it hurts when I do stupidly easy things like folding towels. It also hurts while typing and driving. The driving is a joke because really, Sam has to turn the key in the ignition and shift for me--but it still hurts to steer the damned thing. So I asked the physical therapist this morning and he said I am doing things that are pulling or pushing... Well...in general most things you do involve one or the other. He said he doubted I should be doing things I am doing and said I should call the doctor who did the surgery. So I did that. He says I should NOT type with my right hand at all just yet. And he went on to explain that that meant uusing ANY fingers on my right hand on the keyboard. Ok, fine. Except I really cannot type on my laptop with one hand--the keys suck and some don't work well. And I am not good at typing with one hand on my desktop because I can't seem to make myself NOT use my right hand. In my defense...HALF OF MY KEYS HAVE THE LETTERS WORN OFF OF THEM. That's not a problem when I use 2 hands because my fingers know where the keys are, but apparently my brain isn't as certain and it takes forever to tind the right keys. And he said NO driving since I am pressing and pulling on my hand too much. So I have to go back to being driven around--which is not going to go over that well with my chauffeur. So, I want to write. I have things to write. But it hurts and I am not supposed to be typing. I also want to talk to people online. I hardly ever get to talk to some people and I miss them. Yeah, I did say I was going to whine. I know it could be worse. And it IS because some annoying little animal (squirrel or whatever) stole my two biggest red tomatoes--found them half eaten tonight when I went to pick them for my sandwich! So tomorrow I am taking action. Will get to Home Depot somehow and get some screening and put it around my garden beds. Haven't worked out the details of how I am going to keep the critters out and still let myself in, but will figure that out. NO ONE TOUCHES MY TOMATOES WITHOUT INCURRING MY WRATH! Well, the wrath came after the whine and the near tears (ok, they were slightly more than just "near" because I REALLYwanted those tomatoes). So, going t o not be online as much as I want to. I am going to TRY to do what the doctor says. The pain in my hand at the moment is telling me that I should listen to him.

Who are we? I mean, who ARE we, really? Are we our feelings, our thoughts? Are we our bodies? Which defines us? The answer would seem to be that we are a combination of those things. But what about those people who are mismatched? What about people who look out of eyes that don

Iwould agree with you--if I agreed with your statement of the reason for marriage. The contract of marriage is, in my opinion, an economic arrangement. Economic benefits exist for a married couple that do not exist for an unmarried couple--such as the ability to obtain medical benefits etc. that are available to a spouse. At one point the primary reason for marriage may have had its roots in providing a stable environment for raising children--and there is in my mind no question that it still does this--but that stability has the ability to exist without the contract of marriage. Back when women did not have the same rights as men (yes, this still does exist in some areas), the only way to ensure stability on a woman's life--and the lives of her children--was marriage. I believe we have moved on from that. So for me, the primary reason for a contract of marriage is economics. It is discrimination to deny the rights to an economic contract based on gender.I don't think I am being hypocritical in my thinking on this, though my lack of hypocrisy does depend on my interpretation of the primary reason for marriage.

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Joey let me submit my story late. Thank god I was closer to finishing it than I thought. I have to say that the 4 hours I spent this morning on my desktop computer did not hurt nearly as much as 1/2hour typing on this laptop does. I have tohit many of the keys much harder and the spacebar takes concentrated effort. Going to gorest my hand now and watch Ghost Hunters.

Well, that was fun. Remind me next time to just let the cat hang by his hind foot until he falls out of the blinds on his own. The infection in my hand was so bad it needed 2 ops and iv antibiotics. I am getting whirlpool therapy everyday, which feels good and seems to be helping. Saw the dr on Friday. He squeezed everything to the point of tears but said he didn

thanks for all the good wishes i'm home and ok but typing with 1 finger. had 2ops on my hand to drain the infection. that was fun. good drugs though the good thing is that while i was in the hospital i figured out how to send email on my cell phone. thanks again, everyone. i really missed you.

just making an entry here because ican't use my right hand.have spent the day at my old dr in cobleskill who then sent me to the er inschenectady. majorinfection in thumb area--had to openit and irrigate it. good news is they let me go homeas long as i go back rto erfor followup tomorrow am. am on augmenin and hydrocodome so that should help. iam about 2/3 through my anthogy story--hopefully will be abletotype to get it in by thedeadline. so. anyonewhowoneers whyim not onlime,this is why. thefunny thing iswatxhing sam shift the car for me. *whines* i miss you

First thing was going to Sam's 6th grade 'moving up' ceremony and discovering he had won the "Outstanding Student Award" which came with a $50 savings bond. Second thing was reading his third period report card and ELA test scores. *shakes head* He is the smartest idiot I have ever known(idiot because i still have to tell him which is the FRONT porch snd similar things). Third thing was an email I got from someone who will never have a label that will fit what he is to me.

Happy Birthday,Viv

Sometimes I act perfectly rationally. Yes, they probably are