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| Monday, September 25, 2006 |
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| Saint Theresa's prayer: May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us. |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 11:54 AM  |
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Why would anyone be like this?
~~I just wanted to say congratulations. I heard the news today. You two look so good together NOT
maybe if you were 100 lbs less in FAT... Pretty hard up I must say!!!!!! I give it a year tops. (LOL) Maybe you can pretend you are not BI for mommy and daddy. Take is easy, flip me off again when you see me.
DSCLFADB Try to figure out what these all stand for. they are all you The C stands for Crotch.... Take it from there BITCH............... ~~
~~Hey fat ass nice pictures, you look like a giant compared to him. Do you eat all of the dinner from the table and make him starve to death? I would be so embarrassed if my husband was half the size of me and I was as young as you elephant......... I bet he couldn't carry you across the thresh hold....
LOL you are so groce and pathetic. I think you were just hard up............... ~~
These two messages were sent to me by my husband's ex-fiance. She is thirty six years old. Her myspace account is simply RJ. She created it with the specific intent to antagonize and hurt me. . . to hurt my relationship with my husband. They were together for three years. She broke up with him. She has been with another man since then, and is currently involved with someone else.
She calls or emails my husband daily. I have asked him to stop speaking to her... but he still does. He says she gets under his skin, and he fights with her. She used to call and text me too. I told her I would get a restraining order if it didn't stop. Then we changed our numbers. I have not responded to these messages.. and though they shouldn't bother me.. they do.. as well as his communication with her. What do I do? I dont understand this kind of woman. Old enough to know better.. but too stupid to care. |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 11:14 AM |
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| Tuesday, September 19, 2006 |
| Bells didn't ring on my Wedding Day. We were blessed with thunder. |
We started out flustered. So many things to be done, so little of ourselves to give. We both fervently wished there were two of ourselves so that our other halves could lighten the load a bit. Saving time is not his forte... who am I to talk? I can't remember the last time I was punctual.. for anything, let alone early.
We eventually reached our destination after hours of trying on shoes, dress shirts, jackets, pants, accessories for the hair, can't forget jewelry, shoot we have to drive forty miles to get the kids, while we're there lets get you some shoes, oh and dont forget we have to back track three hundred miles, then back again to where we need to be!
Our cozy little room was such a welcome sight. He ordered champagne in the car on our way, had it sent to our quarters. We were welcomed with homemade fudge and hand sewn bedspreads. Our room had double beds, two. His and Hers. I was looking through our goody bag of toiletries when I noticed them.
Flowers.
A huge bouqet.
My favorite flowers.
In amongst dozens of daisies, stood two very large, fresh, long stem roses. I thought, how fitting. I wonder who told him I loved this combination. I opened and read the card, as he feigned ignorance as to the origination of such lovely thoughtfulness. Mom. Dad. Wow. She used to tell me I was unique, a rose amongst the daisies.. and now I found my perfect match.
We stayed up most of the night drinking champagne, eating fudge, giggling. We were so loud our neighbors beat on the wall... so we pulled the covers and sheets off his bed and made a little tent on the floor. We shared kisses, hopes, dreams, then fell asleep curled there on the floor.
He's an early riser. I am absolutely not. My disposition first thing in the morning is, well, it leaves a lot to be desired. He brought me a cup of coffee, ran me a bath, then left for a morning stroll. I drank my coffee thankfully, while soaking in the tub. I dressed, threw on a smidge of makeup and met him at the door to go to breakfast.
We dined by a pond full of ducks. He was particularly taken by one with a great poof of down on the top of its head. It surprised me immensely because I always assumed this man to be the type that picked uniform over individuality. Strength first. This duck had a limp, wasn't the prettiest in the pond, but he liked it. He fed it his english muffin.
Afterward we browsed the gift shop. We decided it appropriate to give our friends, witnesses in this case, a little gift of appreciation. I bought her a picture frame. We bought them fudge.
All of a sudden time started to go so quickly, friends showed up. Then we were in the room getting ready. The bishop appears. My folks are on speakerphone via cell. My knees are shaking. What did he just say? His hands are clammy. Her eyes are full of tears. I can't breathe. I hear my name. I'm supposed to say something here. "I d-o,oo" I squeak. Its done. Five minutes I bet. Not even that. My best friend is there, firing away with her camera. She pictures our first kiss as man and wife, our first hugs, smiles on our lips. His become a nice cherry color, the remnants of my lipstick.
We have lunch in our wedding attire. Champagne and strawberries. She toasts our union. Her companion a pillar of strength for us both through it all. It started to rain. Big fat drops, the sun still shining through. How beautiful. How fitting. I sat back in my chair and let the drops wash my face, sting my bare shoulders, bring delight to my soul. We all laughed. What a beautiful wedding. |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 7:45 AM |
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| Monday, September 04, 2006 |
| Blissful Dreaming |
When I entered the room she was dozing quietly, her left arm folded over her chest her right hand holding her chin up. He was leaning heavily toward her on the couch, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he watched her fading in and out of sleep. He didn't speak to her. His eyes were full of a love thats endured longer than most. So great was his adoration, so palpable, you could nearly taste it on the air. Blissfully unaware of his gaze, a soft gurgling of breath escapes her open mouth, and she stirs ever so slightly to wipe her lips. I felt as I was, an intruder on one of the most simple, beautiful moments that make love addictive. My rude interruption was not noticed, he did not take heed of my morbid presence, he merely sat continuing his vigil. With each sigh his gaze grew fonder. For forty-five minutes this continued. Sadly I had to be the one to break the spell, temperatures needed to be taken, blood pressures gauged, we must check your pulses and count your respirations. It is imperative that you eat now, it's in the schedule, and to that we must adhere.
I have seen him slightly nip her elbow. I have seen the look that is passed between them. When she speaks of her husband, she stands ever so slightly taller, prouder. She has but to ask and he is there, he has but to mention and she attends his needs. No, they aren't twenty anymore. No, they are no longer concerned with conception. No, she isn't trying to impress him with her cooking. No, he isn't trying to prove his manly worth by bringing home a steady paycheck.
They are ninety years old. They were twenty once. They have burned for one another. They have fought their battles, had their strife, raised their children and grandchildren. They have been to countless social functions, have had countless nights sleeping on couches and not speaking to one another. At the end of their lives, they choose to keep the company of one another. They sleep with each other in one bed. Where one wanders, the other is sure to follow. When they can not, they wander listlessly, pointlessly, lost.
And when they dream, it is blissful in nature. A head bobs, a sigh is born. While one angel rests, the other keeps watch, admiring her dreams from afar. |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 9:11 PM |
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