Tag: children

  • Humane society brownies

    Pussycat pussycat where are you? Pitbull oh pitbull, you’re pretty cute too And the turtles and bunnies Are so very funny Can I have a kitty? Or a small little pup? I’ll volunteer to feed it Until it grows up I promise to love and walk them too Said every girl And their mommies too

  • Word press weirdness

    This is the first time I’m posting about the site I use to blog, and I’m becoming confused by the weirdness. Sometimes it will not post for days, other times it will post six times. It will occasionally use English to tell me why it hates me, other times it’s a string of error codes…

  • January 4th

    January 4th

    My week off is almost over and I’m sad to see it go. (If I’m being honest with myself, I did work half of it but it’s such a change it’s feels like an entire week of relaxation.) I cooked, cleaned, snuggled the kids, and throughout it all felt there was so much more I…

  • Clairvoyant

    Clairvoyant

    The second day of January came in like a lion, making me wonder if the year was shaping up to be the one of clarity I’m craving so much. Perhaps I became concerned about low visibility because of the blowing snow, but it was probably seeing the Jeep a few cars ahead spin into the…

  • New Year’s Eve

  • Thoughts the day after getting hit by a truck

    So many new experiences this year I’d have been just fine without having. Some people say you’re never given more than you can handle- I say that a steaming pile of horse…stuff. I see people given stuff they can’t handle every day, things they should never have to handle. Sometimes they do, sometimes they can’t.…

  • Boxing Day

    The day after Christmas has often been a bit of a let down, but this year our plans kept us ramped up. We were going on our fun family vacation, just because. The kids could hardly wait while we packed, almost equivalently excited as they were the night Santa was on his way After a…

  • First loves

    The sound of sobbing greeted my ears. In the dark, I thought I was dreaming But there they were, Crying as if their heart would break Their most beloved had left them Alone, To sleep without the warmth and softness Of companionship Even as I held them Rubbing their back while soothing The tears My…

  • Death and the Mother

  • Little boys