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Throw it on the wall and see what sticks

October 9, 2013

Picking a topic for my blog thus far has been pretty easy.  I know I have a good idea when I get warm inside thinking about it and I can’t wait to get my fingers on the keyboard.  I have been intimidated to get back on here after the last post.  I got so many emails and texts from you guys, it eased my sadend soul.

By the way, who are the people from Canada on here?  HOLLA!!  I get so excited when I see the number of people from Canada growing on here.

So on my journey to perfect perfectionism, I have been going through a list of ideas for my next blog that would do my last blog justice.  Here is what I came up with:

My poem to aspirin:

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling

I thought about taking you and enjoying your healing.

My nose scratched, my head went thump thump

My throat couldn’t get passed that huge lump.

Why do I fight it?

Just take the medicine and bite it.

My head went mute

I had dreams that were cute.

This morning I sprung out of bed

I’m getting that aspirin and fixing this head!

I looked high, I looked low

oh aspirin, where did you go?

headache, cold and chills, packed in my car and off to work we go

This Murphy’s law is a Mo Fo.


Riddle me this: How come if I leave for work 5 minutes early, I get there 20 minutes early but if I leave 5 minutes late, I get there 20 minutes late?

Yesterday I woke up and started my prayers in bed.  3 hours later I woke up.  Lesson learned, shower before prayer in the A.M.

I got tickets, I should say, I got ticket, to go see Theresa Caputo, The Long Island Medium.  I thought that I would be riding up there with some friends that are going and just sit solo.  Turns out I read the ticket wrong and I am going to a different show.  I can entertain myself so I am not worried about that part.  I believe in mediums and spirits, clearly you know this from my last blog, and I have always loved her show.  I went to a John Edwards reading once.  It was really depressing after, when all the people who didn’t get read cried themselves out of the conference room it was held in.  A lot of the people there were relying on a reading to connect to their loved ones to heal themselves. I am not going into this with that feeling.  I would like a reading.  I would like to hear my mom say (through a bleach blonde Long Islander) that she forgives me and is proud of me, even though I believe it in my heart.  If I do not get that, I am still excited to enjoy the experience.  I will keep you posted on what happens when I go.

Well, that’s basically all the things that I think about.  All random and jumbled.  My boyfriend comes home this weekend and 8 hours is the only thing between me and a 4 day weekend, so you can understand my lack of focus.


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One Comment
  1. Lavinia permalink

    cute poem!

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