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I'm soo ing sick... Nothing serious tho, i guess i shouldn't freakin whine but i WANT TOOOOOOO........

As i was rocking Andrew to sleep tonight i looked down at his feet and noticed that his chubby little feet are no more :( ... They've changed into real feet... How did that happen? And why sooo fast? My baby is growing out of his babyness. Onward to the next phase we shall go. My last baby, is know longer a baby... *sniff*

I wish she didn't die. I miss her so ing much. Why can't this just be a ing nightmare? WHY?

Here are some picture of my sweet mom. Put your mouse over the images and there's a description for each one that pops up.

 

Sometimes (not all times) titles really bother me. Not names of
things titles, but having to put a title on what i'm writing. I feel
bound to what it says, yada yada. If you make a title that doesn't fit
with what your writing then it become a "what the fuck?" if and or else
statement. I don't know, just thinking or i should say writing aloud. I
guess i should change my title then. But i won't. It won't make sense.
I'm bound.

 

Verbal diarrhea.... Good night.

 

Oh fuck it, i'm going to change it.

Sometimes i imagine that everyone here that posts is sitting in the same dim room at a very
long mahogany table with laptops and posting. Were all wearing black
sexy suits, and the only sound is that of keys being tapped from the
keyboards and the occasional laugh or grunt.

 

I don't know why.

 

 

Happy birthday to you...

I love you..

You are thee best...

Slurpy kisses to you babe :D 

Day  6, Andrew's still sick. Fever is gone. He's starting to cough more now. I'll wait it out over the weekend and if he's not better by Monday i'll take him in.

Feeeel the love!