{76/365} Being Angry…
There is something about being angry, you know the kind of angry that it not only does not easily go away and just fuels the depression
Continue ReadingSorry I have been MIA here for awhile, heck everywhere. I have not written a real post for GIMH for months and I have about 7 started and none finished.
Continue ReadingThere is something about being angry, you know the kind of angry that it not only does not easily go away and just fuels the depression
Continue ReadingThe best laid plans of mice and men…that is me. NOTHING got done today, nothing. Little Princess is not feeling well and she is clinging
Continue ReadingFor over a week now I have been setting everything up so that I can work from home doing customer service at night, so I can earn a few extra dollars.
Continue ReadingWhen your world falls apart at your feet and don’t know if you can if pick up all the pieces and move on…today is one of those days for me.
Continue ReadingThere is an adoption blog that I follow that until today made me cry for all the right reasons. More than FIVE years ago his family started their adoption
Continue ReadingHave you ever felt left out of a conversation or felt like if you say something it may not be taken in the right light? That is where I am..
Continue ReadingSo today I was supposed to be able to get out of the house…go BY MYSELF to do 2 hours of zoomba for Haiti relief…it didn’t happen.
Continue ReadingI am not sure that I ever believed anyone when they said this day and this day alone would make you feel every emotion in the book and I mean everyone. It started out full of excitement and ended with exhaustion. The foster mother made us breakfast, Korean style and I was in heaven and [...]
Continue ReadingSo it is 2:00 a.m. here and apparently I am the only one who cannot sleep. I can hear the steady breathing of my mom and Aaron. In 8 hours we meet Little Man and Little Diva – while I was sleeping we received an e-mail that will be published in their agencies newletter when [...]
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