This child said to me last night while I sat at my desk, laughing at something. “Mom, I love it when you smile…& I love it when you laugh, it makes me feel really happy” then he walked out of the room.
I thought you were leaving me because you can’t spend time online with your friends. You were checking out because you need to take care of a few more things. We are all here for you & you are not using us to escape, you are using us to live. Good God woman, you need a few of us. After coming home after surgery (the put in a pain pump because I have a dislocated right hip, fused left hip & a broken pubic bone) The only thing that has prevented me from falling on the floor in a fetal position are a few fellow bloggers, one of which is you, the other the man above you in comments. heehee. It is an escape, but its one that seems to make me bigger then I really am. Don’t leave me. Or us or you will end up on the floor & your birds may peck you to death & the last we hear of you is “WOMAN FOUND PECKED TO DEATH BY BEAUTIFUL FOWL” I told my husband, who told me I blog too much or read others too much. I told him it has kept me alive. Then I thought (jerk) he hides in his office doing God knows what. Rasberries to him. love, Amy
What a wonder you are Amy – thank you for this peptalk. I just feel guilty when I can’t read everybody’s so I was just sussing the blogs I love – like yours. Plus sometimes I feel embarrassed that my heart is too much on my sleeve whereas you soldier on despite enormous physical hiccups – I really admire you and thank you so much – Juliexx
I don’t read everyones, just my favorites. Gosh, I get almost 200 a day. Usually I fall asleep after three or four anyway, then when I wake up, I can read the ones I love, yours being one of them too. Life’s to short to read some & I bet you everyone does this. who has the time? Toss the guilt! 🙂 keep writing, I love reading you. amy
I am a bit a of an idiot, thats what happens when you grow up with hippies in Vermont in the middle of now where & the only intertwinement is torturing my brothers. 🙂
Gosh, Alessandro- you’re so cool. I don’t laugh or smile much because of pain. His words reminded me that I’m his only mom, & I’m doing a crappy job. I told him the next day I was sorry & he said its ok, he understands. I forgot others feed off of others happiness. I promised him I’d do better. Thank you Alessandro for making me a bit more Happy. Amy.
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Beautiful and I so understand this. I haven’t been laughing enough lately so am gonna do more of it thanks to you!
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I thought you were leaving me because you can’t spend time online with your friends. You were checking out because you need to take care of a few more things. We are all here for you & you are not using us to escape, you are using us to live. Good God woman, you need a few of us. After coming home after surgery (the put in a pain pump because I have a dislocated right hip, fused left hip & a broken pubic bone) The only thing that has prevented me from falling on the floor in a fetal position are a few fellow bloggers, one of which is you, the other the man above you in comments. heehee. It is an escape, but its one that seems to make me bigger then I really am. Don’t leave me. Or us or you will end up on the floor & your birds may peck you to death & the last we hear of you is “WOMAN FOUND PECKED TO DEATH BY BEAUTIFUL FOWL” I told my husband, who told me I blog too much or read others too much. I told him it has kept me alive. Then I thought (jerk) he hides in his office doing God knows what. Rasberries to him. love, Amy
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What a wonder you are Amy – thank you for this peptalk. I just feel guilty when I can’t read everybody’s so I was just sussing the blogs I love – like yours. Plus sometimes I feel embarrassed that my heart is too much on my sleeve whereas you soldier on despite enormous physical hiccups – I really admire you and thank you so much – Juliexx
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I don’t read everyones, just my favorites. Gosh, I get almost 200 a day. Usually I fall asleep after three or four anyway, then when I wake up, I can read the ones I love, yours being one of them too. Life’s to short to read some & I bet you everyone does this. who has the time? Toss the guilt! 🙂 keep writing, I love reading you. amy
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I am a bit a of an idiot, thats what happens when you grow up with hippies in Vermont in the middle of now where & the only intertwinement is torturing my brothers. 🙂
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laughter is music anyone can play 🙂
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Gosh, Alessandro- you’re so cool. I don’t laugh or smile much because of pain. His words reminded me that I’m his only mom, & I’m doing a crappy job. I told him the next day I was sorry & he said its ok, he understands. I forgot others feed off of others happiness. I promised him I’d do better. Thank you Alessandro for making me a bit more Happy. Amy.
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