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Sick and spanko genes
Published Saturday, May 27, 2006 by rivka | E-mail this post
My allergies finally got the best of me this week, at least that's what I'd like to think it was... Either way, I've come down with some sort of sinus-dripping-coughing-snotty-feverish-headachy-nasty cold and it's really starting to irritate me. Rico keeps telling me to take it easy - but I'm finding that extremely difficult to do. Sometimes things just have to be done. I guess our definitions of "what just HAS to be done" differs... *weg* I've managed to stay out of real trouble though. Guess the fact that this cold is lingering is punishment enough in itself ... *siiiigghhhhh*
We've managed to communicate pretty well lately... last night we finally got to talk a good long time and really lay our hearts out. He's noticed that I've been trying hard to work on my attitude when he's irritable or things aren't going very well.
I suppose I've really been thinking hard about just how much I trust him... and about that last little bit of control I just can't seem to give up. I want to... I really do.
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LOL I overheard a part of conversation between my second youngest brother (B2) and his girlfriend (Gf) the other day... it blew my mind. I now firmly believe that spanko-ism runs in the genes:
B2: I'm getting eaten alive by the bugs out here...
Gf: Well, when we get off the phone you're going straight in the house.
B2: Well Yes, Mam! What if I don't?
Gf: Hmmm... *giggle*
B2: Are you going to spank me...? *pause* Please??
Gf: *laugh* Maybe...
B2: Please? At least a slap on the hand? How about that?
Gf: *more laughing and another "hmmm"*
B2: OK ok... I'll go in the house.
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In Dreams
"And in dreams I am free
falling into what is not;
what will be what is.
It's this intense hatred
for reality twisted
in an obsession of hope
Defy the stagnant
life that speaks only
what can be but wills not.
God's grace,
not my self fear
of what I think
I cannot be."
-rivka