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Something Baby Blue: Mistake

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Monday, September 19, 2011. I had notes that I wrote in my dresser. I see a page on top of the television. It’s the TV that I bought from a roommate before she moved away. I wonder why this piece of paper is there and I make the mistake of looking at it. It’s not one that I wrote. 2 Singing the blues:. Ugh That is like a punch in the gut. Im sorry. I hope.no, I BELIEVE, youll find someone who gives you that kind of love. You are more than worth it, friend. Diya Aur Baati Hum. View my complete profile.

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Something Baby Blue: July 2010

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010. Under the daylight moon, a stream of confusion, nothing is this bright. The expanding blueness stretches out to offer hope, a false sense of safe. Under the daylight moon comes a hint that the night will fall upon us. Scatter and shuffle to finish before the soft comforts embrace the depleted. I am not scared of the dark. The daylight moon transmits the cue for the noise to lull. The multitude of distress to dissipate. Just a little further away, it is always there. I Got Two, Babe.

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Something Baby Blue: June 2010

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Friday, June 25, 2010. Three fingertip bruises contradict the words that shattered my heart. It wasn’t hard falling for you. I felt drawn in. The force of that pull was more than I could have imagined. And you were always there. With each word, I grew stronger and pinned my hopes a little higher. I felt connected on every level, sharing so many of the same ideals and values. 3 Singing the blues. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Attack of the Redneck Mommy.

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Something Baby Blue: November 2011

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Thursday, November 10, 2011. Refrigerator, refrigerator, fridge. 2 Singing the blues. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Attack of the Redneck Mommy. Baby in the City. Bread Crumbs In The Butter. Crazy Thoughts By Chelle. Finding Yourself Despite Yourself. This) Girl's Gone Child. I Got Two, Babe. The Kids Are Alright. Mimi on the Breach. Mom, Ma'am, Me. Mommy off the Record. Musings of a Self-Proclaimed Supermom. Ruthless in the Suburbs. So the Fish Said.

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Something Baby Blue: August 2011

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011. I can attempt to distract myself. But I know I am transparent. Into a foray of aimlessly engaging. Still, my only focus is you. Clueless to what you are thinking. This wall shelters me. By the weight of your rejection. For you to hold me close. Succumbing to this fate. I’ll be waiting endlessly. For something that will never be. 0 Singing the blues. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Attack of the Redneck Mommy. Baby in the City.

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Something Baby Blue: December 2010

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Friday, December 17, 2010. That keeps the blood warm. The weight of a thousand blankets. The love in my haunted heart. Sending tidal waves that steal my breath. My sweet ghost fills the space. More than any other soul. With no signs of vacating. Forever in my haunted heart. 2 Singing the blues. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Attack of the Redneck Mommy. Baby in the City. Bread Crumbs In The Butter. Crazy Thoughts By Chelle. Finding Yourself Despite Yourself.

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Something Baby Blue: September 2010

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Thursday, September 23, 2010. Self-serving, overbearing and toxic. The disease takes hold and sabotages all that was once good. When I didn’t suspect anything she crept in to suppress without regard. How quickly it spread. Indeed I am in awe of the evil weight it possesses. Now I fear that nothing can fix these cells. Even cut out and removed, the damage cannot be reversed. It is too late. Anger does not change a thing. Denial gives it authority. Accepting is defeat. 0 Singing the blues. Baby in the City.

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Gimlet Eye: State of Fear

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Follow along as Dawn tries balance being a full time PhD student in a new country - All the while parenting her willful 9-year-old biracial daughter and trying not to lose her mind! What will happen next? A new country, a new house, a new phase in life! Working mom to 8-year-old Emily, Dawn will soon be off to Canada to study early childhood education. Where I give it away for Free. I am doing the best I can. Ben Folds Five: Whatever and Ever Amen. Elvis Costello: My Aim Is True (With Bonus Disc). Perhap...

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Gimlet Eye: The end is nigh!

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Follow along as Dawn tries balance being a full time PhD student in a new country - All the while parenting her willful 9-year-old biracial daughter and trying not to lose her mind! What will happen next? A new country, a new house, a new phase in life! Working mom to 8-year-old Emily, Dawn will soon be off to Canada to study early childhood education. Where I give it away for Free. I am doing the best I can. Ben Folds Five: Whatever and Ever Amen. Elvis Costello: My Aim Is True (With Bonus Disc). She wa...

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Something Baby Blue: April 2010

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Monday, April 19, 2010. Something in the way. There is no winning with her. Her hands tied behind her back. Still she has the upper advantage. My hands are tied. With stern necessity she carries her song. Sweetly, like an angel, singing of truth. Wisdom echoes, ringing clear. My heart argues to no avail. She won’t have any of it. Yet Reason can’t make it stop. My heart swells and swoons. With Reason ridiculing every beat. And if you were to hold me in your arms,. Reason would all but disappear. Trails of...