A PET IS TILL THE END BY:COLLEEN HANSON HE WAS KEPT ON THAT LEASH NIGHT AND DAY, NO TIME AT ALL TO RUN AND PLAY. YOU WANTED A PET BUT DIDN’T HAVE THE TIME, BECAUSE YOU WORKED ALL DAY TO MAKE A DIME. THIS DOG HE GOT OFF HIS CHAIN, AND STARTED RUNING THROUGH THE RAIN. HE RAN AND RAN AND DIDN’T STOP, UNTILL HE GO HIT BY THIS COP. THE VET SAID HE MAY NOT LIVE, AND ITS ALL BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T HAVE THE TIME TO GIVE. NO YOU WERE WAY TO BUSY, TO EVEN NOTICE POOR OLD IZZY. NOW HE LIES ON THAT OPERATING TABLE, WHILE YOUR STILL HELD UP AT WORK LIKE A HORSE IN A STABLE. DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT THIS BEATIFUL CREATURE, OR WAS IT A ONE YEAR THING LIKE A STUDENT AND TEACHER. BECAUSE PETS ARE so MUCH MORE , THEN SOMETHING YOU BUY AT A STORE. PETS ARE TILL THE END, NOT JUST A TEMPORAY FRIEND!

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I had every single one of this guys albums, and every poster he ever made hanging on my teenage walls. It was my first taste of star crush Boogie

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I tried this morning to figure out what I had done again with a fresh perspective and I cannot, so now I guess I need to move on and just work on not making the same mistake. This kinda deep techno stuff really unhinges me. The thing that makes me feel better is that I still have my archived blogs just not the most recent page that I had posted. Who the heck can totally rewrite a code with cut and paste html except myself anyway, right?So Lady Blu takes one on the chin, dusts herself off and gets back to her blogging. This Thursday, the 22nd of March is Gabriel's 12th birthday, It will then be official, I will have no more children only tweens and teens. Kinda cool really. Small picture books are replaced by Harry Potter novels and crayons have been replaced with Sharpies. The house is cleaner now as the baby toys are no longer scattered about, and my feet are much less sore because I don't step on blocks in my stocking feet. Of course Gabe's dinosaurs are still scattered about and they can be tricky to avoid. I have warned Kate that my feet need a few years recovery time before I will be ready to expereince that stabbing pain of stepping on baby blocks again. She is in agreement Thank Goodness. Life rolls on, and all seems calm and easy to accept.
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Courtesy of MsTags.com The kind of contentment that reigns my heart at this point in my life is almost indescribable. Perhaps, it has to do with the children growing, flying away, and becoming their own entities. In part I believe I am in a unique position. Lady Blu will never fully have to experience empty nest syndrome. Gabe is my safety net. I do not mean to imply that Gabe will not "fly", but in truth he will always have one broken wing. My thoughts and hopes for Gabe lean towards an adult daycare program, a job , and coming home to live at night. I am hopeful that we will find the right program where Gabe can be involved with his peers, perhaps even stay away on the weekends. But it is my belief that he will never be fully independent of his parents, nor do I wish that for him. It is a fine line to walk, and a line that only will reveal itself as he continues to learn and mature. It is a line of thought that I have settled comfortably into, however, I have no desire to hold him back. My Mom and I recently had a conversation about empty nest syndrome, which is what inititated this post. My sisters and I all live in different states then my parents. I was the last to leave Maine, so my parents knew these kids fairly well, having helped with various medical crisis that we encountered. I was the balm that soothed the burn of the empty nest syndrome, that is until I moved as well. My mother admitted she cannot stand to wave goodbye now when we visit, indeed, she never comes outside to see us off. She said it brings tears to her eyes, and that she is morose and tearful for days after any of her kids leave from a visit. I have to admit I am surprised at that admission because I always thought she had adjusted well to her kids leaving her home. She mourns seeing the grandchildren in their important "flying" years, and not being able to just be Nanny to them. I fully understood her sentiments in that moment, because my Mom parented my sisters and I, with amazing clarity and common sense in our teen years. She has an immense amount of information to pass onto her grandchildren, valuable information. I do hope that I have passed on the lessons she had taught me, to my girls.

Book Mark me here kids cause this is where I will be! Somehow in trying to decorate my blog for Saturday Night Boogie I did something to the code. No longer can I edit, read the comments, or see my fave blogs. I cannot even see my icon or add a wallpaper. Very Strange. I have all the archived pages except for what was on the most recent page. So i have decided to just change my blog instead of frustrating myself further. Please come see me here lovies!