Today was loooooong! I went to the school today, Thursday is my LAST day. (Insert sound of angels singing - HERE) I decided to make paper today to complete my requirement for project learning tree... which = a big load of crap. Anyway, Nicole had to do her lesson today too and she was making paper also. So, we collaborated. I helped her - she ( Read more... )

"Being thankful for the experiences we have, however painful they might be, actually helps us avoid making the same bad decisions the next time"

I wish I hadn't been burned so badly in the past. I think it would make trust such an easier thing to do. It wouldn't cause me to think irrationally and maybe I'd stop being paranoid. Nothing is going on. I don't think anything is happening. It's just that sometimes, I worry. I never say it outloud. To anyone. But I worry that I might lose him to ( Read more... )

Just hearing "I love you" can make a bad day, better. I just like to hear it. Even if I already know that they love exists - I like to hear the words spoken. (More than once a day) Call me crazy. I probably am. And I don't like to be the one to say it first all of the time either. I like to hear it. It reassures me that there is love - without my ( Read more... )

I've had a cold for a few days now. I thought I had it cracked, but it started up again this evening. Probably because I had to score a softball game and it was a little chilly. Great. I don't think Lance got sick though. He was really concerned about getting sick by hanging out with me. Sucks. I don't mind being around him when he's got the ( Read more... )

Good Sweet Tea
REAL, Warm Hugs/Affectionate Kisses
Uninterupted Television Shows
Sleeping In
LOOOOOONG Visits
Meaningful, Lyrical Music
Handwritten Letters/Mail/Notes
"I love you"'s

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And I'm sick....

Damn!

So today I had the class to myself for about 45 minutes. Now, granted they think that Miss Crook is playtime... I had to get strict or I was going to lose control. But I never screamed. I raised my voice and entered a tone that I didn't think would exist until I had children of my own blood.... but it happened. I regained control. This goes back to ( Read more... )