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Irish Soup
Poems - Artwork - Short Diddies - Notes - Rambling

5-6-12

My Jeannie, my love. ❤ You are the sun and the moon of my sphere.

James, I love you. I miss you, brother.

Being an open book can backfire in a big way.

My writer's influences has put on a lot of extra pounds. Time for me to get started on that eating and exercise program I have to do every spring and summer. Reboot and revitalize. :)

I have found a new word, discursive. I am discursive, rambling from one subject to another.

It's not a sign of weakness to show that you care, it's the little things that count.

You are my legendary love affair, you light the fire in my heart.

Linda, how are you doing, little sister? I hope you'll be able to come here real soon. I got both of your blog comment and letter. I love you, Sis.

I'm a normal nut with all the quirks, dreams, anxieties, and frills that you have.

Aunt Alice, I hope you are up now and moving around. I know how you hate to sit still. I love you.

Ginny, thank you for being there, looking after your grandma.

The great truth is that it is in the nature of people to do good for one another.

We barely have five minutes to eat our meals before some fatass bull screams, "Next!" Not enough time to shovel the food in, even without chewing. You would think we would all be skinny, but we're not. Maybe the no chewing makes you fat.

Sometimes, I feel like the only grownup here on a yard full of overgrown kids.

At the end of the day, my head is spinning from an overload of...

I love you, Brother. Always know that.

James, my brother, it was great to hear your voice. It was all I could to keep myself from crying on the phone. It is hard for me to accept this. I hope I'll be able to see you at least one time over the summer.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator. But among those I love, I can: all of them make me laugh. -W.H. Auden

You always hate to see it when someone told to come over to the office to make a phone call. You know there is illness or death in the family, and you start feeling it inside (the butterflies, and not the pretty ones). It's as if it were your own call.

Truth is, maybe I need to lighten up. Get back to that rolling-on-the-floor laughing.

It takes me about ten days to get messages here from the blog, so be patient waiting for my response. I will answer all on the blog, and most will get letters from me before I'm posted on the blog. :)