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Dear Girl from the smoking room/Timberlawn,
You tried to help me with my anger. During that time, I wouldn’t listen to you. I watched as you would slowly roll a clay ball in your hands and the therapist would lead you through memories and emotions. I watched as you slowly got worked up…and began to throw that clay at the board in front of you. I watched as your arms strengthened beyond imagination and your anger built up. I looked on as you slowly felt the anger again. I listened as the therapist reminded you of your emotions and you let the anger out, throwing the clay ball as hard as you can, harder than I could imagine a person could throw.
I remember your anger and I wished, each and every time, that I could show my anger like you did. I remember the fear I felt in your presence, not because you were ever angry at me, but because of the fear I had with any anger in my life. I was scared to be "like them". I was scared to feel the anger and look like my abusers when they were mad. I hated the anger in my life but embraced the anger in yours. I remember the tears that streamed down your face. I remember how much life you held in your eyes…how much you were slowly uncovering from your past, only to emerge triumphant.
I know that you probably sit and struggle with things, still. I also know that you probably have things in your life that you cannot overcome, that I have or will overcome in mine. I remember your fight because you knew that what the preacher’s wife taught you was wrong. I remember you doubting your own sexuality because of the ‘teachings’ that she brought to you. I hope that you’ve worked through that and sorted through all the lies.
I still admire you. I know you will make it out there in the big, sometimes cruel, world. I also know that I will never forget your smiles. I forgot to bring you the ‘magic 8 ball’ toy, with all the answers you needed, when I came back to the hospital. I forgot to tell you how much your strength meant to me. I forgot to let you in on the secrets about my anger.
I won’t forget you. I won’t forget your fight.
You strengthen me from so far away -
Cat
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And, coming soon on MY blog, a few "open letters" to past patients that I’ve lost touch with. This series means a lot to me as many put their imprint of their lives on my own during my treatment in the psych wards. I remember faces and sometimes names…but most of all I remember the trials they were overcoming. Later today I will post the first letter.
If you want to view some nice photos, visit my friend here.
And PLEASE don’t forget how she will feel if you don’t at least click.
As my husband and I looked on he said, "this is why I love living here…this is why I enjoy Colorado so much…" and I knew what he meant. Two years in a row we have gotten a nice storm at the end of April. Instead of seeing the usual rain we had in Texas, we are blessed with abundant flakes of snow. Here are some shots of the HUGE snowflakes we had falling…and the resulting views:
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<– our backyard looks surreal with the snow falling fast and the flakes being so large
<– beautiful fenceline and you can almost see the flakes in your face…looks black and white but no changes were made to the photo
<–I thought the snow on the windshield was interesting so I took a quick close-up of it in meta. It turned out to have more depth that I thought with the pine trees and flakes in such contrast
I wonder if it snowed here ..?
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You’ve seen him comment on my blog. My brother, talking about one of his sons:
[19:24] straitjacket0: He’s a nut
[19:24] straitjacket0: Today we were in Central Market
[19:24] straitjacket0: We were in the cheese section
[19:24] straitjacket0: This kid loves cheese
[19:24] straitjacket0: I mean LOVES
[19:25] straitjacket0: So he picks up this block of cheese
[19:25] amorefelina: ut oh
[19:25] straitjacket0: and starts rubbing it on his face and moaning really loudly.
[19:25] straitjacket0: People started looking at him.
[19:25] straitjacket0: I expected him to say "Preciousssssss….MY PRECIOUSSSSSS!"
I love those children 
They are growing up to be just like their dad! They better get Mothers Day Flowers for their mom soon though! Mother’s Day is a day that we take a bit of time to thank someone special in our lives. Someone that cared for us when we were young. I know not everyone has this but you must have someone special out there that helped you through hard times. Let her know she’s special and important in your life by giving her flowers. At DotFlowers, you’ll see quite a selection for this special time. Check out the Monticello Rose Bouquet or Abundant Glory Arrangement. They are quite nice.
Got twins? It seems to be very MUCH double the work to keep things around the house going. I wonder if she has this problem?
Yesterday at the bus stop a little puppy followed a girl. Today my son said he found the owner and they don’t want to puppy. We have our dog, Eve, who is my baby…and a rescue dog, Frisbee, who we have been trying to find a home for. NOW we have "Pinecone" the puppy (temporary name?) to find a home for. I feel like I have children in my house running around. You see, the dogs know that I’m the one that feeds them. I walk to the kitchen and 12 pattering feet follow me. *click click* I walk to the computer room…shadows behind me again *click click* If I include the 2 cats we have, I feel like I have a zoo! Want to see pictures?
Now, don’t get me wrong, I know many people have lots of pets. I also know we’ve had many more than this…but right now it just seems more stressful that usual. I’m sure we’ll manage but the food goes fast now.
The puppy had her first day at our house yesterday and she chewed my DSL line. Luckily I had another one! THEN, today, she decided to chew my speakers wires. I hated those speakers but I used them. I’m watching her closely now! Here’s her photo:
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I was just browsing the BE Headlines and stumbled upon this neat little trick for Yahoo! Mail. Do you want to join the Yahoo! Mail Beta and check out the interface and ease of use they’re offering soon?
You can trick Yahoo! into thinking you’re from another country and get an invitation immediately. I tried this a moment ago successfully and it’s really different. I’ll show you how to make Yahoo! think you’re from another country so you change a setting get the invite. Then, you can go back to your original country settings and toy with the new site look.
How to change your content preference via Epiac’s Place blog:
- Login to Yahoo Mail
- Select Mail Options
- Select Account information from the left panel
- Go to Member Information > General Preferences > find Preferred Content
- Select Yahoo UK
- Select Finished
- Go to Yahoo Mail
- A page will be displayed that says “It’s the New Yahoo! Mail Beta… and you’re invited.”
- Click on “Try Beta Now”.
- You can then change your Preferred Content setting back to normal by repeating the steps above.
Quick as that, you’re IN! I set this up and I really like the new interface. Although I’m a POP3 mail user and I don’t dabble in gmail and yahoo like some, consistently, I thought I’d share the findings and for those of you out there that DO use it tons, this might be a fun way to make your experience better.
Remember, it is beta…but it’s still fun to look at and see the changes to come. You can always go to the top of your screen and click "switch back" to return to your normal, old, Yahoo. Would it be called ‘classic’ now?
And since I was SO nice to share this great hint with you…could you click my renter for me? She’s got some GREAT digs and on her post today she talks about a nightmare she had that has to do with her past and Bethany Hamilton , the surfer that got her arm taken off by a shark two years ago. Wow, good post, girl! Hope your nightmares turn to dreams.
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