Colorful memory boxes, on my floor.
One, two, three. Filled with treasures.
Cards: birthday, Christmas, love, just because.
Flat pennies. Concert tickets. Disney passes.
Drawings from each of my kids.
Birth announcements. Family. Friends. Near, far.
Three tiny first outfits worn home.
One outfit left unworn. Piper Isabelle.
Precious letters from people long gone.
Notes on paper, written to remember.
Kept for me. Kept for them.
This post brought to you by my absolute joy that this is a three day weekend and Six Word Fridays.
Early morning quiet. Sun still sleeping.
Thinking about life. Worrying about life.
Work to accomplish, list mile long.
House a disaster, must be cleansed.
Chilly in my room. Bed toasty.
5am. Still my Achilles heel. Dam.
*****
Early still. Could get up. Nah.
Sun starting to rise a bit.
Twitter is quiet. No words yet.
Dog just tossed her own ball.
Clunk, clunk, clunk. Silly odd dog.
6am. Wish I was still asleep.
*****
Showered. At desk. Happy it’s Friday.
Check Twitter. Facebook. New obsession Instagram.
Work. Loads of work. Don’t wanna.
Is it five yet? No? Dang.
Venti mocha will hopefully revive me.
Wish Starbucks delivered. Big money maker!
7am. Off for coffee now. YAY!
This post is brought to you by an over worked, tired Issa….and Six Word Fridays.
ps. It’s been brought to my attention that today is de-lurking day. I’d love to hear from any lurkers. If you want. I’ll tell you what, leave me a comment and I promise I will come visit you and comment on your post today.
In a year filled with heartache,
happiness has been hard to find.
At first, I feared, forever gone.
Then a bit here and there.
It has appeared slowly over time.
A trip here, another one there.
New friends. Old friend. Best friends.
Small things that make me smile,
start to add up over time.
Visits. Dinners. Chats. Emails. Calls. Cards.
Sunnier days. Smiling more. Laughing often.
Suddenly I find, I’m happier now,
than I have been in years.
Mid-Decmeber and no depression yet.
Been years since that has happened.
Perfection? Nah. Still finding my happy.
Each day thought, I find bits.
Bits of happy, mixed with love.
Maybe I will be happy again.
This post is brought to you by unicorns, glitter and caramel pecan pie. Oh and Six Word Fridays.
My first gift. Ollie the Owl:
Getting a gift, makes me smile.
Sending gifts? Makes my heart happy.
Good gifts, I’m great at finding.
The element of surprise? Not really.
You win some, you loose some.
Made one best friend cry yesterday.
Worth it. Tears not always bad.
Best friends ever: Liz, Jenna, Lu.
Grateful for them this past year.
Three best kids: Morgan, Bailey, Harrison.
My three greatest gifts in life.
Each day with them, a gift.
Mom sent Candy Cane Joe-Joes.
She’s my favorite. Cookies always win.
Gift bags. I’m smart. Not crafty.
Cookies last year. Pies this year.
Caramel Pecan Pies, makes people happy.
Jill, Kirsten, Marinka, Stacey, Jodi, Ben.
Caitlin, Becky, Renee, Cindy, Greis, Allyson.
Cherry, Kim, Matthew, Megan, Dorothy, Tania.
You, you, you and you too.
Gifts from the Internet gods. Priceless.
Today is brought to you by The Christmas Spirit and Six Word Fridays.
Peppermint Mocha. Vanilla Bean scone. Breakfast.
Warm clean blankies on the couch.
New flannel sheets, warming my bed.
Crisp apple candle, scents the air.
Music filled room, kids singing along.
Movie night Fridays. Sunday morning Pancakes.
Toys and shoes, litter my floor.
Dog hair. Dust. Part of life.
Clean enough, but never really clean.
My three rugrats. Crazy dog too.
My home? Is wherever they are.
Today’s post is brought to you by Pink Eye *sprays Lysol of readers* and Six Word Fridays.
Long weekend away, renewed my soul.
Friends who are more like family.
Still eating California bread and chocolates.
Kids had a blast with daddy.
Grandparents catered to their every whim.
Came home spoiled rotten. As usual.
Pumpkins carved. Costumes bought. Excited kids.
Hermoine, a mummy and Iron Man.
Twick da tweat, my son says.
Pumpkin shaped cookies, tomorrows baking plan.
Nerds. Air Heads. I won’t eat.
Dreams of stealing Reece’s. I’m awesome.
Today’s post brought to you by Mucinex, Lotion Filled Kleenex, Halls Cough Drops and coffee. Oh and Six Word Fridays.
I failed the budget this month.
Sick dog. Son’s birthday. It’s life.
Didn’t use credit. Ran outta cash.
Small thing at least. Step one.
This month will be hard too.
Yet, I’ll keep working on it.
Tired. Needing a short little break.
Trying to avoid the sinking depression.
No Twitter. No Facebook. No email.
Three days, two nights, not here.
Cabin in the mountains. Just me.
The divorce is final: October 14th.
My heart is full of hurt.
Been looking back all week long.
Seeing things I never saw then.
Wishing I could go change them.
Knowing that it’s just not possible.
Like I said, heart is hurting.
Wanting to look forwards, not back.
It’s a challenge. Hard for me.
I’m up for a good challenge.
Willing to do the hard work.
Hoping this will be my month.
This post brought to you by a sorta struggling me and Six Word Fridays.
Blog broke yesterday. Longest hour ever.
All hail blog fixer Mommy Geekology.
New car has tire sensor. Nice.
Free screw removal service. Budget saved!
Sweetney’s post. Feeling not so alone.
Southwest Airlines, no flight change fee.
Fall weather. Fall TV. Fall food.
All of you, for sharing recipes.
Big Bang Theory, Thursday night laughs.
Warmer blankets on all our beds.
My kids, they make me laugh.
My baby boy in footy pjs.
Harrison’s last day, one years old.
Angry Birds. Three stars. Level nine.
Only nine more levels to go!
This post is brought to you by Van Morrison on my iPad and Six Word Fridays.
First sentence: Mayer’s a tow truck.***
One. Eight more days. Father time.
Snorting pigs in hard hats. Mocking.
Bark. Bark. Bark. SQUIRRELS!!!! Bark. Bark.
Halloween chatter. Bat? Witch? Mummy? Butterfly?
Morgan’s dance. Miley song. Ad nauseam.
Chirpity chirp. Too early little birdies.
David Nail: Strangers on a Train.
Words left unspoken. I wait patiently.
Old friend. Careful. Maybe friends again.
This post is brought to you by the goodness of blueberry scones and Six Word Fridays.
*** Mayer is what Harrison still calls Mater from Cars.
This is my 400th post. Amazing.
End school days. Word filled car.
Alone. Tuesdays. Thursdays. Every other weekend.
Pay day. Tuesday. Seems far off.
Ice cream o’clock. Best time day.
Teleporter. Queen for day. Still waiting.
San Diego. BlogHer11. Seems so far.
New design. Owls. I can’t wait.
One more month. My boy. Two.
October. Bad and good. Divorce. Vacation.
Fall. New TV. Halloween. Long sleeves.
A month too late, I know:
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