I posed a hypothetical situation to Ben:

Me: Well, what if I died giving birth? Would you be prepared to take care of a child by yourself?
Ben: I'd try to. You'd better give birth to more than just one child before you die. I want more than one kid.
Me: Twins?
Ben: I don't know. But you can't pull a dogsled with just one child.

So I'm not taking one of the classes I was supposed to this semester because I figured I'd be busy enough ( Read more... )

Tass, I know you'll understand me on this:

I can't believe Ouran is over!!! Just watched the last episode of the season and I'm just itching for a new episode to come out... knowing that there isn't one set to come out and there hasn't even been any announcements for a season 2. Plus they've run out of material to use since all of the manga has ( Read more... )

Two updates in one day. Something must be up ( Read more... )

You realize who your friends are during your times of need. It's almost like you develop some sick hate for anyone who doesn't reach out a hand when you feel like you've been dragged through the mud. Because you sit there with streams of tears running down your face, your eyes stinging, your throat sore from all the crying and yelling, and you ( Read more... )

I had a realization today that although I had survived through a traumatic, tragic event, I wasn't anywhere near the end of my mourning process. An then I had the morbid thought that maybe it would be best if families just passed away together like in car accidents. Nobody mourns their family member's death that way. Mourning. It's a sick cycle ( Read more... )

It's about 5:30 on this Saturday morning. I guess ideally I would be sleeping. But I woke up and hadn't taken out my contacts so, naturally, I took them out. And then I started thinking about my dad. And I can say I've probably been crying for over an hour and have managed to not wake up Ben. He's a deep sleeper. I'm just to awake to come in ( Read more... )

I woke up crying last night. Not a nightmare or anything. I just woke up and then got emotional. It'll be 3 months on Sunday. I can't believe it's already three months. Maybe I should go to church. Ha. Cuz last time that was a grrreat idea....

From the day I found out what happened:
As I sit waiting for my flight to Culiacan from Mexico City, I am flooded with the memories of my father. Every voice in the rumble of noises behind me sounds like he's calling me and it reminds me of each time he's ever picked me up from the airport -- always in a rush since he was notoriously tardy and ( Read more... )

Hey Cinthya ( Read more... )