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I feel like that sometimes, like once every three month perhaps. I hope that feeling goes away and never return.

It is hard to accept but, it is the truth. We'll get forgotten when dead, sooner or later.

I lost one of my favorite people in the world last night. My sweet cousin Bianca. Growing up I thought she was the coolest person I’d ever met and always felt that way. She lived in Chicago and came down every summer and those were the best weeks of every single summer. From dances in my front yard, to fishing in the creek, to her faking someone running over her foot with their car, and the annual almost drowning/sunburn at Aunt Danielle’s pool…it never got old. Big family reunions ended when the older generation passed and that meant less chances to see each other. As an adult, I was in awe of her independence living alone in Chicago. She taught dance in the city at a few different schools and her students loved her and she loved them. We would catch up whenever we could when I was traveling to Chicago for work. I will miss her immensely!

People saw me coming this morning and started shouting " WKRP " with huge smiles on their faces! It was such a wonderful way to start the day, and it totally made my morning. The energy and enthusiasm were infectious! Who you are does resonate wherever you go and whatever you are ~ so continue being the light that you are without any one else dimming it!

I have been so brave. A spider and I seem to have had an agreement. She’s been on my bedroom ceiling about 3 days now, and I told her she needs to stay the eff away from me. Seems to have worked too. Because they understand what we say don’t they, I came up last night and she’d pulled!!! They were at it on my bedroom ceiling. She’s effed off but she’s still loitering, which is a bit worrying as I don’t want her dropping her offspring in my bedroom.

Graves. They’re a bit crappy aren’t they. And who are they really for. Not like the deceased is going to know what they look like, or how often they’re tended. I’d asked my mom if I could shove all these shells that grandma had collected whenever she and mom had gone back to New Haven, etc, etc. No one has done a thing with that grave since last year when I took mom up there. Considering her sister and her tribe of layabouts stole so much from the old dear while claiming they loved her soooo much it’s a pretty poor show. Grandma would be gobsmacked at me doing it as we never had a close relationship, mainly due to not meeting until I was 10. I can understand Lisa’s being in a mess as her elder brother has lived in Florida for decades and I have no idea where her younger one is. They could be dead too for all I know. Her mom was always there but she died 6 years ago, and is buried with Lisa. Anyway, mom's house… That’s All Folks! And about effing time. I need to shift all the stuff I dumped on the drive into the back garden but at least it’s now all here so I can get on with sorting it, and this place. I could do with it not raining for a few days as none can go in the house yet as that desperately needs doing first.

Finally feeling back to normal. Normal for me, at least. I don't know what was up with me yesterday. I just felt really all day. If you aren't familiar with this word, it means "a general feeling of being unwell, not feeling well, or being a bit sick, weak, or delicate. It can also imply weakness or a delicate state of health." Or, as Suzanne Sugarbaker once said, "that disease where all you can do is lay around but no one can prove that you're not really sick."

Celebrating the day the greatest man to ever be in my life was brought into this world. So grateful to be able to call you my father. Your support means the world to me and i don't know how I would survive without it. Happy Birthday Dad! If mothers don’t have a choice in taking care of their kids why do men get a pass? It’s really easy for them to dump the kids on the mom and say they can’t. XYZ. I don’t think it’s fair. If she has to find a way everyday so should they.

I want one of those, the problem is the same story, the Price on the Sticker. LOL

I think all tattoos are cute but, very they are a very expensive addiction.