sharon
I tried today to find a poem
a poem that bore your name
one written by someone famous
one of the great romantics

sharon
all I found in my searching
were poets who share your name
and biblical quotes
about the rose of sharon

and one poem that was badly translated from portuguese.

sharon
are you so special
that nobody yet has captured
your essence
the poetry that is you?

Beauty of face
personal grace
strength in adversity
quiet vulnerability
quicksand eyes
shapely thighs

and so much love

sharon
the love I thought I'd never find
and found
in more abundance
than I could have dreamed

you are mine
I am yours
I love you
sharon

My face in your neck
My breasts pressed against your back
My arms around you, cupping yours
a tickle of fuzz at the curve of your rump
My thighs behind yours, knees bent
feet and ankles intertwined
a snuggly blanket
and a soft pillow

does KS have his science book home today by chance?
or is he still at practice?

he's still at practice
and he doesn't have homework so he doesn't usually bring his books home
he does it in class
or homeroom

ask him to bring his science book home with him so you can have a look at it.

can it be tomorrow?

sure

okay

whenever. P asked KW to bring hers home so he could look at it at the beginning of the school year, she finally did it today. *eyeroll*

When he does i want you to pay attention to a couple things and note why P doesn't like public education

okay

Chapter 14 is about climate
section 3 is global climate
or long term changes in climate

it gives all the natural causes of climate change first, which is good.

then section 4 is global changes in the atmosphere.
talks about the greenhouse effect, etc., el nino, la nina, global warming and the greenhouse hypothesis, and then on page 576, "changing levels of carbon dioxide"

there's a graph that shows a fairly steady level of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere from year 1000 - 1800, then a pronounced/drastic upward shift in the level between 1800 and 2000.

It says in the text "Many scientists think that this change is a result of increased human activities. For example, the burning of wood, coal, oil, and natural gas adds carbon dioxide to the air. During the last 100 years these activities have increased greatly in many different countries..."

What does it not say?

? deforestation?

good!
what else?

more people = more co2 emission

excellent... population spiked dramatically between 1800 and 2000. Who was studying climate prior to 1800? They're taking this from bubbles in ice core samples. i have a question about that. does it not take a certain level of carbon dioxide to make a bubble in ice?

but your first answer was the most important. we've been stripping the earth bare in the name of development. carbon dioxide is what plants use to breathe. ultimately, there's nothing we can do to harm the planet itself, only ourselves.

eventually a carbon rich environment is going to be good for the planet,because it'll cause more plants to grow. i'll get down from the soap box for a minute. i'm sorry

*nods* but we need to preserve ourselves

we're not necessarily saving the planet, but the things we do in the name of it are proactive ways of saving our species.

right. which keeps right on growing. but that's not what they're saying to us. that's not what environmentalists are preaching.

the other thing that kills me is that they took infrared satellite imagery of the ozone hole in 1979, 2000 and 2003 "look at the size of it!!!" but didn't mention that it fluctuates wildly inbetween all the stinkin' time!

I say free birth control for anyone who wants it

right on

and we'll save the planet

sounds good

and quit clear cutting for new subdivisions

you're preaching to the choir on that one, hon

what crap is that? who doesn't want shade trees? they help with heating and cooling costs ffs!

I'm surrounded

lol
i know

I wasn't

i'm moving
that's it

Lyrics Aselin Debison lyrics - Love Is So Rare lyrics

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...a green frog hopping across my livingroom carpet. I put him outside (where green frogs belong). He was cute, though.

Every time sharon loses a pound, I find it.

...fast forward, 6 months and 30 pounds later...

I now have 2 pairs of jeans that fit. If she doesn't stop losing weight, I'm not gonna beat her.

MARK J. RENBARGER, 53, of Fort Wayne, died unexpectedly Thursday, Aug. 7, 2008, at Parkview Hospital, Fort Wayne. Born in Quebec, Canada, he was the son of the late John and Betty Renbarger. He attended Woodburn Methodist Church and was the Parts Sales Manager at AutoZone. He enjoyed being the soundman for the band "Not My Kids" for 16 years. He is survived by his fiancé, Sue Doster of Fort Wayne; children, Danielle (Troy) Amaden, Stephanie (Napoleon) Shepherd, Ian (Erin) Renbarger, and Andrew Renbarger, all of Fort Wayne; stepson, Travis Doster of Fort Wayne; sisters, Mary Anne Awald of Walkerton and Joan Ewing of LaPorte; and grandchildren, Khalil, Alex, Ayla, Lura, Logan, and Lila. Service is 10:30 a.m. Monday at E. Harper & Son Funeral Home, 740 State Rd. 930 E., New Haven. The Rev. Steve Burris officiating. Calling is from 2 to 4 and 6 to 8 p.m. Sunday at the funeral home. Preferred memorials to the family. ____________________________________________________________

So Sharon and I have been together for a little over 4 months now. The connection we have is amazing, albeit scary-weird. Every month, since the beginning, we've started our periods on the exact same day. This month, we were 4 days early and still managed to start at the same time. Creepy, right?

It gets worse.

Today, I woke up and sent her a text saying I'd dreamed my head was shaved. When she got it, she laughed so hard she fell out of bed. She had just awakened from a dream in which I made her so mad she shaved my head!

I called Napoleon and told him about what had happened. When he finished laughing, he asked me if she scratches her ass when mine itches.

I swear to you people, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.

a gift, courtesy of Jess Herself:

create a sexual nirvana, being mindful of her responses to your touch
master all those techniques that make her feel alive with knees weak
exorcise past demons from her psyche and leave her fresh and feral
witness new vulnerability as she lays before you, open to your magick

make the place between the sheets a sanctuary, where she can just BE
welcome her into your arms, into the cradle of your thighs, into oblivion
feel her come alive and gasp and break and falter and be owned by you
and as the silence naturally comes, slowly begin to renew the commitment

join in love together and make holy your bodies with movement
be willing to gratify your urges and scream out loud your testimony
becoming one entity with laughter, tears, and barely-sensical words
fulfillment expressed by sweat-flavored kisses and entwined limbs

(for Stephanie and her poppet - sharon - with love)

If something isn't quite right, we say it's "out of whack". So, if something is as it should be, is it then in whack?

Tonight, my best friend was nearly outsmarted by a recliner.

This is for the mothers who have
sat up all night with sick toddlers
in their arms, wiping up barf laced
with Oscar Mayer wieners and
cherry Kool-Aid saying, 'It's okay
honey, Mommy's here.'

Who have sat in rocking chairs for
hours on end soothing crying
babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who
show up at work with spit-up in
their hair and milk stains on their
blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run
carpools and make cookies and
sew Halloween costumes. And all
the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave
birth to babies they'll never see.
And the mothers who took those
babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose
priceless art collections are
hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze
their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games instead
of watching from the warmth of
their cars.

And that when their kids asked,
'Did you see me, Mom?' they
could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world,'
and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who
yell at their kids in the grocery
store and swat them in despair
when they stomp their feet and
scream for ice cream before dinner.

And for all the mothers who
count to ten instead, but realize
how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who
sat down with their children
and explained all about making
babies. And for all the
(grand)mothers who wanted to,
but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go
hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read
'Goodnight, Moon' twice a night
for a year. And then read it again,
'Just one more time.'

This is for all the mothers who
taught their children to tie their
shoelaces before they started
school. And for all the mothers
who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who
teach their sons to cook and
their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose
head turns automatically when a
little voice calls 'Mom?' in a
crowd, even though they know
their own offspring are at home
-- or even away at college --
or have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who
sent their kids to school with
stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they
got there, only to get calls from
the school nurse an hour later
asking them to please pick them
up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose
children have gone astray, who
can't find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their
lips until they bleed when their
14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims
of recent school shootings, and
the mothers of those who did
the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors,
and the mothers who sat in front
of their TVs in horror, hugging
their child who just came home
from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who
taught their children to be
peaceful, and now pray they
come home safely from a war.

What makes a good mother
anyway? Is it patience?
Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook
dinner, and sew a button on a
shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart?

Is it the ache she feels when she
watches her son or daughter
disappear down the street,
walking to school alone for the
very first time?

The jolt that takes her from sleep
to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.
to put her hand on the back of
a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes
again at 2 A.M. when she just
wants to hear their key in the
door and know they are safe
again in her home?

Or the need to flee from wherever
she is and hug her child when
she hears news of a fire, a car
accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are
universal and so our thoughts are
for young mothers stumbling
through diaper changes and
sleep deprivation....

And for mature mothers
learning to let go.

For working mothers and
stay-at-home mothers. Single
mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money,
mothers without.

This is for you all. For all of us...

Hang in there. In the end we can
only do the best we can. Tell
them every day that we love them.
And pray and never stop being a mother....

...makes a mother proud.

Well an airplane's faster than a Cadillac
And a whole lot smoother than a camel's back
But I don't care how you get to me
Just get to me

Parasail or first class mail
Get on the back of a Nightingale
Just get to me I don't care just get to me
Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead
They ain't cheap but they're easy to find
Get on the highway point yourself my way
Take a roller coaster that comes in sideways
Just get to me - yeah

Go on hitch a ride on the back

Of a butterfly
There's no better way to fly
To get to me
I look around at what I got
And without you, it ain't a lot
But I got every, with you, everything

Maybe you could pollinate over the
Golden Gate
Take a left hand turn at the corner
Of Haight
And then a sharp right
At the first street light
And get yourself on a motor bike
And if you think you'll get stuck in a
Traffic jam
That's fine, send yourself through a telephone line
It doesn't matter how you get to me
Just get to me

Cause after every day
The wind blows the night time my way
And I imagine that you are
Above me like a star
And you keep on glowing
And you keep on showing me the way
SHINE SHINE SHINE

I just couldn't hold that back any longer. You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

As soon as you let go of something that’s holding you back, you find that the space in your life opens up for the thing that uplifts you.

There’s been, for a long time, a certain person who could turn my entire world upside down. I’ve made no secret of my feelings for her. This week, I closed that door. I can’t keep running myself in painful circles for something that won’t ever be, and I realize that now. The love continues, and there’s a bit of sad nostalgia attached to it, but today is the day to move on.

*takes a deep breath and steps out into the world of new possibilities*

Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of time
To decide

Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest
Of my life

Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose
We could fail

In the moment
It takes
To make plans
Or mistakes

30 minutes, a blink of an eye
30 minutes,to alter our lives
30 minutes,to make up my mind
30 minutes,to finally decide

30 minutes,to whisper your name
30 minutes,to shoulder the blame
30 minutes,of bliss, thirty lies
30 minutes,to finally decide

Carousels
In the sky
That we shape
With our eyes

Under shade
Silhouettes
Casting shade
Crying rain

Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose
We could fail

Either way
Options change
Chances fail
Trains derail

30 minutes, a blink of an eye
30 minutes,to alter our lives
30 minutes,to make up my mind
30 minutes,to finally decide

30 minutes,to whisper your name
30 minutes,to shoulder the blame
30 minutes,of bliss, thirty lies
30 minutes,to finally decide

To decide
To decide, to decide, to decide

To decide
To decide, to decide, to decide

To decide

(t.A.T.u.)