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Happy Birthday to you.. Happy Birthday to you..

2/12/2015

Once upon a time a in a land far far far away (Up North.. jeeze) a very very long long long time ago ( but I don't think I should tell you how long) a little Princess was born.

Much to her parents utter dismay the Princess turned out to be not so princessie after all. More content playing cowboy and Indians outside in the fresh air, tying up her invisible pony for the night before coming in the house not as clean as you would imagine a princess to be.

But as time moved on the princess realized that she would better capture the attention of suitors with a freshly made up face and a beautiful gown.

Leaving behind the Indians and the dust, the princess would learn to play cat and mouse with the all the poor boys in town with her gleaming smile.

After meeting a handsome prince who's hand she accepted in marriage the Princess gave birth to a princess of her own, which was only a long time ago.. not a very very very long long time ago.

Much to her shock and disappointment the Princesses Princess never did learn that dresses and bows was where it's at. Instead the Princesses Princess is still playing in the dirt!

Thankfully and in spite of having a princess who wasn't keen on clean, the princess herself did not forget how to present herself to the public.

Even having fine gowns bestowed on her on special occasions.

She was one foxy Princess that is no doubt!

And on the rare occasion you could capture the princess napping close to her first love.. the fresh air.. and the dirt.

The princess also reared a handsome prince who would take her for a spin on the ballroom dance floor while others gazed on in amazement at the princesses beauty, and dance moves of course.

After some time and not so long ago at all the Princesses Princess bestowed on her mother Grand Prince and Princesses. As you can see from the littlest princess at the left, she too was not as princessie as the first or second Princess. (I suppose she got the non shirt wearing from her Grand Princess)

But in time that changed, and the Princess would take her Grand Princess to the ball. Presenting her to the public with pride.

Then even shorter than not so long ago the Princess was presented with a Grand Prince from her handsome Prince of son and his chosen bride the beauty Princess of Yorktown. The whole family fell in love.

After many years and trials and tribulations the Princess and the Princesses Princess realized that while they were different and would likely never be the same or frequently see eye to eye, there was a bond, a bond of mother and child, a bond of happiness and joy, a bond of sadness and tragedy, a bond of friendship, a bond of dirt (even if one never out grew it) and most of all a bond of love.

Happy birthday Mama. I love you.

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Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

2/11/2015

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Here we go with the songs again, ok I am going to let you in on a little secret. I have a rough outline for a book, I have had it for awhile, I have no idea if it will ever be completed or published but every chapter already has it's content laid out and each chapter's title is a song. The title of the book is a song. I have a thing with songs. I guess it makes me feel like someone out there is hearing the same words as I am and relates to them the same way or complete differently, yet still there is a connection to those words. It's weird and bizarre and strange... but so am I.

Deanna had a passion for acting, or I should say the stage as the last play she was working on she was directing. She had been in plays once a year for YEARS, it was a gift that my mother and the Missoula Theater gave her when she was very young. Deanna continued with drama (the good kind.. ok with some of the bad kind thrown in for good measure) until the accident, with the guidance of Sherry Hamilton and the high school drama class. It was a passion. It was a dream she was fulfilling each time she stepped on the stage. Who knows.. she may have been the next big star on NCIS. (she had a thing for the military so it would be fitting) I don't know that she would have pursued it at all after school but I know it was something she enjoyed greatly.

So the the title of this post.. "Have you any dreams you'd like to sell" well yes.. yes I do. Due to some unforeseen circumstances I was smacked right in the face with the fact I have no passion at all for what I am doing. My life revolves around a great deal of stress, added stress on top of my normal stress, which by the way my normal stress is great! I stated last night that I did not know how much stress it takes before someone self destructs, but I AM CLOSE.. so very very close.

Life is short, so very short, even to a 90 year old lady life can feel short, Deanna's and Dustin's lives were the blip of a light on a radar. Should any of us drone on through our lives without dreaming or even selling those dreams in pursuit of a life that seems purposeful and having passion?

The problem is as usual, I do not know how to get from point A to point B. I don't even honestly know where any of my passion lies anymore. If I could simply win the lottery I could pursue those things that I have a longing for but the stress of the drone portion of my life is keeping me from.

I believe I would probably work out more, because I could sleep and then go, or go then nap and not be so blasted tired. Maybe I would start a Fluffy Girl class and work with a group of ladies that don't believe they can. The Gym needs a fluffy girl class. (I can say that because I am fluffy and I also remember the feeling of working with others gave me) Maybe I would write more, I would finish the song book, I would pursue to get it published, so that people can see the REAL life of a grieving mother, not the soft stuff that is delivered in the self help books. (sometimes I wonder if the authors really did lose a child) Maybe I would spend some time in Venuzuela, (I know you are thinking where in the world did THAT come from) there is a clinic there for women. I want to spend time there helping young women. No I can't speak Spanish, I will figure it out as I go. I would go see the sun set over the ocean, I have never been to the west coast, I have never been out of the country. I would hike a mountain just so I could say I did. I could travel across the country in an RV chronicling my adventures through photos (yes I may use my camera again) and words.

There are so many places that my dreams could lead me, so many people that could be helped. The unfortunate truth of the matter, my dreams don't pay, they cost. Not only do my dreams cost, life costs, therefore the only choice is to drone on. Maybe I should just start a Go Fund me account.. I heard some dude is actually getting his bills paid that way.. no I don't know how this is possible, actually now that I think of it, other than for medical emergencies or charities isn't this sort of like the internets version of sitting on a corner with a can?

My point today...

Isn't it unfortunate that life costs us life?

Go out and dream big today people, you never know it may pay.

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Wasted days and wasted nights...

2/10/2015

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Yes it is again true that my brain thinks in song lyrics, isn't that just weird? I have this strange ability to just pop up a song from decades ago that just fits a situation. I will say I probably sang this little ditty more than once since my daddy had on 8 track tape.

Side conversation: if you are under 35 you probably have little clue what one of those are, you know how we carry 1000s of songs around on a tiny little ipod? Well back then you carried about 10 songs around on something the size of a VHS tape, I seriously hope all my readers know what a VHS tape is. Not only would it only hold 10 songs you BOUGHT it that way, there was no recording what you wanted on the tape, there was no late night staying up waiting on that perfect song to come on to record only to have the DJ talk over it in the end, there was no let's download it from the internet, you bought it and it stayed that way forever. Due to size your collection probably wasn't that big, I mean who could lug all that stuff around??

This was my favorite 8 track, I knew every word to every song, I still do.

We also had this awesome Mix Tape 8 track that had the Star Wars theme song on it. Yes yes people I was that damn cool! How did we get on a lengthy conversation of the musical devices of the early 70s???

Anyway what I was saying about wasted days and wasted nights.. yea that pic up there is 3 years ago. Three years later and I am leaning more to the picture on the left than on the right, (who am I kidding I have probably surpassed the one on the left) I know exactly how much weight I have gained since my lowest which was in this picture below.

That was 7 months from the first picture.. 7 months. In the 2 years and some odd months since that picture was taken everything went to hell. I went to hell. This crap that I am living IS HELL! Want to see what happy looks like?

That's the same day as above. That is what happy and proud look like. I think Lisa looks as proud of Deanna as I do! I was with friends, working on being better people, better us's. (no an ' doesn't belong there but that is the only way I could make it SOUND right)

There has been happy since that moment while exercising, like this shot..

and this...

There is just one problem. There isn't 7 months of strung together hard work on an almost daily basis to get from point A to point B. They have been so few and far between! I haven't committed myself to anyone of it.

Ok the above that was a year but you get the point. 2 months and 29 days later EVERYTHING fell apart, my heart, my world, my exercise, my eating, EVERY THING! The worst part of wasting all that hard work? Knowing that one very silly Tarpon seen below front and center being.. well silly can't possibly be proud of what I have done to myself in the last 2 years.

I miss the sound of that laugh from above.. more than anyone can possibly know. I also miss the sound of my laugh. The sound of someone who is not only happy but proud to be themselves. Do you know that I actually HELPED people at one time? Not only did I do my bootcamp but I went at night and helped others. Where is that person? I haven't gotten out of bed to help myself.. much less anyone else.

Anyhooo... the point of all of this... I am sick and tired of wasting life away. I need to get a handle on it and hold on. I need to feel like Deanna is in heaven going THAT'S MY MOM!!! I don't feel that way right now.

The above picture is the very first time I participated in any kind of bootcamp event. I had asked Matt if I could possibly train to walk a half marathon in 6 weeks.. he said yea sure you can not a problem. I ran it. The whole thing, each and every step in the pouring rain with a rotten foot. I didn't have one ounce of quit in me. None. I need THAT part of me back and I need it back now. I need the part of me that has the determination to do more than I set out to do, the part of me that does what my coach says I can even when I don't believe it myself.

On Tuesday, I go back. Back to that same camp that started it all 3 years ago, the Flying Pirate training camp. I am even slower than I was then... I can make it farther.. but I am much slower.

So here we go again peeps.. time to 15.20.9.26.14 the mess I have made for myself and rebuild it into something I can be proud of. On the day before Deanna's second angelversary I will be running the Flying Pirate again.... every flipping step. (just hopefully without the rotting foot)

Is there anyone that would like to recommit with me?
Here's the link... Outer Banks Bootcamps Flying Pirate Express Training Camp. Trust me, it can change your life.

Peace out...
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Side Note: Yes I borrowed.. ok stole some of these pics.. I am sure they don't mind. Thanks Christine and Jay for being such great picture takers!

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I don't know what I want to write about..

2/9/2015

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I am not sure where this is all going today so hang on folks it could be weird (not that it isn't normally)

Some days I have this ability.. I am not sure if the ability is a good one or a bad one.. but it is an ability.. to block it out. To block the bad, to seriously feel like nothing is wrong in the world and that being able to go Ganee's with little sun burned faces for a cookout after a long day at the poor is a very real possibility. Never mind the fact that this was 16 years ago. I can believe that Little Dustin is just in Thomasville doing his thing, skating, hanging out... I can believe that Deanna is in Mathews, working at Food Lion, living with Anita, finishing up school and they will be here soon. That is where I left them, that is where they should be until they get here.

Then other days, I can be rolling silverware and actually hear my mothers voice in my head saying "she's dead" I can feel the sadness in Craig's when he uttered "We lost Dustin". Those were the exact words. I remember them like you would remember a brand imprinted on your heart with a red hot cow pokey thing. I imagine a cow remembers the pain of that the rest of their life, the exact feel, the smell, the burn.. I don't think they forget, but I bet some days they can make themselves forget they have a burned SF on their hind quarter, forget that moment in time happened, forget that something shifted and everything about them had suddenly changed. They belonged to a new group, they belonged to the cows of South Fork, they had a mark that showed it to the world. (I know you are trying to figure out what South Fork cows have to do with how I feel, I don't know, I haven't the foggiest idea, I just type the words that come to me) I can be a frolicking cow sometimes, I can forget that brand was placed on my heart not once but twice. I can forget that I belong to a group, a group of parents who day in and day out try to through life after the loss of their child. Only for a little while.

It's a trick you play on with your own heart, let it be free for awhile, let it laugh with friends, let it sing a song, because it won't be long that it will remember the brand is there and with every beat a little sadness pumps through your body. Yesterday was one of those days. I was mindlessly wrapping silverware, I remember I was thinking about something, I couldn't remember what after even though I tried, I heard it. I heard my mom. I heard those words. Tears sprang to my eyes as I remembered Deanna was never coming home, then Dustin.. I quickly brushed them away and continued my shift.

I actually not only finished my shift, I came home and took Charlie on a promised walk in the beautiful spring like air, I went and met what can only be called the best people on the beach..(maybe the world!) The Truszs and John. I laughed, I didn't fake laugh, I laughed. I enjoyed the time we had together (even if I did get called a stupid ass or a dumb ass or something of the sort for attempting 17 miles alone, with no water, no gels, and no breakfast.. I deserved it so there's that). I didn't fiddle with the brand like I sometimes do, like an itchy scar that you just can't quit messing with because you know it is there. Sometimes the brand just burns no matter where you are, and your eyes betray you, your laugh falls flat, your words don't come out correctly, because the brand, it is burning. What I am realizing is that a shift is occurring, over the winter that brand would not stop burning, it would not stop aching, the thoughts of what had happened and the sadness and grief would hang around my head like a bad cold; now all of a sudden the brand isn't so forth coming when I am out. Maybe it wouldn't have been all these months if I had forced myself out of the house, I don't know and there really is no point in reviewing it, it is in the past, I can't change that. The point is I didn't allow the brand to change my day, I lived my day and then last night after everyone was home all safely tucked into their beds, or snuggling with their puppies, I let the brand burn. I let the thoughts come to the forefront.

I am not sure pretending that everything is "ok" and that picnics, birthdays, vacations, graduations, marriages, and babies will one day happen is really healthy. I am not sure I care. If that is what it takes for me to stop this damn brand from taking over my entire life then so be it! The brand isn't going away, it will be there always and forever, that part has been accepted. Yes I have accepted that neither of those children will ever walk through my door again. Yes I have accepted they are in heaven together and probably much happier than I am. Yes I have accepted they have died. I am not completely delusional, but if it takes believing for just a little while that things are just as normal for me as the Jones so that I can actually live the life that is still here in front of me I am not sure there is any harm in that.

Now that I have completely confused you with cows and brands and whatnot, I will close by saying this.

I ran walked 10.85 miles on Saturday, I worked yesterday all day, came home and walked Charlie another 2.5 miles and the only thing that really bothers me are my ankles and my arches... How in the world is that even possible?? I also managed to actually do something in the exercise department for 6 days in a row. To me right now that is a WIN! I am some how getting there, I am not giving up, I am not giving in, the brand may be there but the key is learning to work around it.

Here's to a good week for all!
Love
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Random Babbling Brook.. or Book.. or video.. or brain..

2/6/2015

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Every time I say, type, or other wise hear the words "Turn Down" my brain instantly sings one of two phrases "Turn down for What!" or Madea's version.. "CALM DOWN FOR WHAT??" Which is truly much more suitable for me, and has been part of my daily routine lately, randomly screaming at people.. "Calm down for what??" I am serious, what exactly do I have to calm down for? But that is neither here nor there, but what you MAY hear today is"Turn that down!" and you may have to utter "Turn down for what!" if you didn't take my above advice about turning your computer down before clicking play, I give you this warning because coffee spilled in your lap is hot, and large and small dogs alike become overly excited when you accidentally have your system up and randomly click play. You have been warned.

So that video wasn't even a year ago, and all I can ask now is what the @#$%@#$# happened! Sometime in or around September I lost my shit.. totally lost it. Massive downward spiral into the great unknown of depression, suicidal thoughts, anger, hopelessness and many more emotions that don't deserve to even be acknowledged.

The below picture was September.. does this look like a depressed person to you??

The run away bridesmaid... she can never ever say that I just let her do it and didn't try to get her out of there!

or this one.. does this LOOK like someone who doesn't want to live anymore???

Just proof that I really do love the groom almost as much as the bride and I really would not have taken her away.

All of this is just so hard for me to look at.. here I am almost 4 months after those photos, lost any amount of hard work I had worked on since the video was taken, I am pale as a ghost and flabby as .. I can't think of anything flabby.. Ippy's thighs! (very few people reading this will even remember who Ippy was.. if any.. but she wasn't tiny by any means). It is frustrating and it will keep you in the endless loop of I am a failure.. I am hopeless.. there is no point. Just by looking in the mirror.

BUT! I want that back, I need that back, I need to FEEL that again. If I don't get that back, I fear the worst. You know you have a deranged little brain when you actually fear your own death but that death would be something you had control over. That in no way is saying I am afraid of dying, I'm not. If I died today not exactly a huge deal for me, if I took myself out I fear I would just hate myself more, there is a difference in just dying and causing it, at least that is my take on it.

In chasing down a way to feel all of that again, George was found. You can go back here and read about George if you want. Yesterday there were better pictures taken of George and George is real, and he isn't something that will just go away like a cyst, oh no, George has to be dealt with. Which actually leads to more tests and figuring out what exactly to do and blah blah blah. George more than likely can't kill me, even that is not fully certain yet, but George can and has more than likely been a culprit of all the crap I have been feeling! Yay George aren't you a trooper.. Asshole. While I don't necessarily care about dying, I do care about how I feel until I die and I DO NOT want to feel like this! THIS IS HORRIBLE. This is tiring in it self. Just being so anxious, stressed, angry and depressed is enough to zap ALL of the energy out of someone. So as far as I am concerned George must go. Taking George away will eliminate an entire source of what may be making me feel this way. If I still feel the same after George's swift exit stage left, then I already know what the other path is and will be able to concentrate on working through that, but as long as George is around there will always be some thought that "If it weren't for George..." Enough of George he is boring me.

On to working out, I didn't yesterday, my fault kinda, busy busy busy day and I honestly took enough calm down pills to knock out a small mule and by the time I got home figured if I tried to lift anything over my head that it would probably hit me in the head and then I would have a concussion. It wasn't worth it. I know you are probably thinking why all the calm down pills, I am not really fond of being stuck in a small space, I wouldn't say I am EXTREMELY claustrophobic, but it a rather uncomfortable feeling. I also knew that me staying in one position for 30 minutes would be more difficult than the small space. Anyhoo.. calm down pills. I think the most depressing part of it all.. it felt like a coffin. It made me feel like this is what it feels like to be in a coffin, a normal person probably could have that thought and just shrug it off, me, nope. My brain, bless it's little heart, had to go to.. is this the way Deanna feels, does she feel like she is in a little box, please don't let that be the way she feels. I am glad I took the calm down pills, I don't think I could have stayed in there with those racing thoughts on repeat.

I named this post before I ever started typing, I do that a lot, today it is so very very very fitting.. lots and lots of babbling.

SOSO! It is a thing! Have you ever asked anyone how they were and they replied with "Oh So So." I have used that so many times in the past, doesn't mean good, doesn't mean bad, means something in between and that with one little push you could be in the good or bad region depending on the way that the shove came from. Me I am working towards SOSO! now all the time. "Stress On, Sweat Off, Sweat On, Stress Off! Yes I do in fact know that I am missing the second SOSO.. SOSOSOSO just seemed a bit much! So that is what I am doing now and I am going to continue to try to do until I get that above video/picture feeling back. SoSo! Sweat On Stress Off. Keep calm and SoSo On! (I will have to say this no less than 234234397 times tomorrow on my 17 mile hike.. at least the weather is going to be pretty)

One last thing before I go..

THAT'S NOT GEORGE!!! That is a Grandbean! I found out this week that I have a Grandbean that will be making it's debut in September. I am so excited for all of us. David and Mandi will make wonderful parents and this little baby will have it's own special guardian angel Auntie to always look over her. (yea we don't know that it is a her yet.. it just doesn't work for me) Now to come up with what it will call me before it comes out with something like... Bygar! (my poor grandmother.. I am so so sorry!)

Love and happy weekend happenings to everyone!
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It's Hump Day!

2/4/2015

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No.. that isn't me everyone knows that is not me.. that is just an inspiring photo of a woman who is not Twiggy skinny but is secure in her own body. The idea isn't to be skinny.. the idea is to be fit. I just don't give a flying hoot about the number on the scale as long as I can get rid of this flab and fat. BUTT even more importantly than beating the battle with the bulge is beating the F'ing depression!

It seems that is happening slowly, and it seems that a big contributor into feeling better is a kettle bell, a few hand weights, a bench press and some super awesome friends. It isn't that we spend hours in the gym (well they do I don't) I just meet them after work and do wha....

pardon the interruption, I had to go rescue Kittum from a very curious Charlie, the sad thing is HE DOESN'T want to hurt her, she on the other hand is not fond of him at all and goes from

to...

at the site of him. I keep them separated, it works wonderfully until someone forgets to close my door. This is why no one is allowed in my room EVERYONE FORGETS TO CLOSE THE #$%$#%^$ DOOR! Anyway.. all is well now. Charlie is pacing and whining because he doesn't understand why they can't be friends and Kittum is back there mutter what I can only assume are profanities in kitty language. This people.. this is my LIFE.

Ok where was I? Oh yes.. I go meet my friends after work and we do things, I just do whatever I am told and write it down, usually walking out with some part of my body not functioning as it was when I walked in, last night I had a hard time driving home my arms were so shaky, tonight my hiney will be sore, it is after all hump day!

Some how little by little, one weight at a time it seems I am getting out of the darkness, these trips to the gym are something I look forward to. Some days no I don't feel like going, not at all! I want to stay in my jammies and under a blanket and not respond to anyone, and yes it is has only been four times that I have gone (I worked the other evenings and then got this NASTY cold), I didn't let the blankie hold me down, and believe me that is one tough blankie! I have not left the gym sad once, I may have gotten there that way more than one time but I don't leave that way. It is a feeling of accomplishment, that in spite of how I felt inside an hour ago I still walked out of the house and went through the motions of lifting the weights. No it isn't running 10 miles.. no it isn't an intense kickboxing class.. no it isn't bootcamp at 5:30 in the morning in sub zero temps.. BUT IT IS A START!

And with each and every great journey it needs to start with what??
ONE STEP.

This is my step, this is all I happen to have to give at the moment. I do have a lot of other things going on, trying to chase down the cause of the depression.. is it bipolar disorder.. is it George?? (please Lord let it be George.. George can be removed!) So I have some stress lots of it but I am trying desperately trying to keep my head above water, and I sure can kick my feet a lot harder with stronger leg muscles. I know where my next steps lie.. the foot path is in front of me.. I know nutrition plays a major role, and some cardio, and some yoga. I will take each step as it comes, all that matters right now is I took the first step again.

I know they have said it a thousand times not to thank them for being my friends but how can I not.. Chris and Kami THANK YOU for not giving up on me, for rooting me on even when I wasn't doing much to root for. For offering the hand of hey.. come run with us.. hey.. come meet us at the Y.. hey come meet us at The Gym and lift weights.. until I was finally ready to take that hand and show up. And D Dub.. dude you are right in there with them, not once have you ever thought I was a lost cause, always offering up advice of what would make sense for me to do (I will get there I promise) and working out with a high five and a smile! Leslie, first off I miss you, it has been too long since I have seen your beautiful face, secondly there is one thing I can count on each time I see you, being met with a smile and a HUGE HUG! I haven't told you how much those hugs mean to me. I know before long our schedules will collide and I will get one. I love you guys.. and that is the end of the mush.

See you at 5:30 for some hump working!

I AM GOING TO BEAT THIS.. IT WON'T BEAT ME.

Peace out the President of the Pro Bailers.
Love you all,
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Yea this one will be hard.. Happy Birthday.

2/3/2015

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When a writer has no words that can adequately describe something its tough. So anyway here goes.. that guy up there in the picture it's his birthday. He is old. I know he is old because he is older than me and I am old as dirt. He's been hanging around for over 4 years. 4 years hanging around me is more than an average life time believe me. Anyway first off I want to say Happy Birthday to him, because everyone should say happy birthday. It is appropriate, it is what we are supposed to do. Secondly I should say that I will probably always remain younger than him because after he reads this he will probably kill me. Third.. third is going to take some time so I am going to make a new paragraph.

He lives there... I live here.. it makes things hard, really hard. There have been many times I felt alone because he was there and I am here, but the truth is he could have been here it would have made no difference I am lonely on the inside not the outside, that didn't stop me from raising complete hell about it though. Kinda like many other things. I know that I haven't been easy, I wasn't easy before the accident so I am down right difficult now.

He was the first person there when the accident happened, and for some reason he hasn't bothered to leave yet. He's been there when the only thing I could do was make it to Mathews and basically hide. He's been there through almost 2 years of pure hell and very little happiness. He's been there when I just plain stopped making the trip back to Mathews. He's been there when I completely shut down and refused to talk to him. He deserves more than these simple words will ever show him, but right now it is all I have. Marilyn Monroe once said “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” This guy.. he has totally handled me at my worst and he is still around. He deserves a little of the best.

They say in life we have a person, I have persons, I am blessed that way, but this guy, he is definitely the number one person, even when I am completely livid at him for usually no reason at all, he's still my person. He's the one I tell everything to even when he doesn't want to hear it he still listens. There aren't many people in this world that would say "All I want for MY birthday is for YOU to be better", but he did and he does. I honestly believe that he would give or do anything just to make me better, make me happy again.

So Ed, all I can say is what I have been saying for months, I'm trying. I know it doesn't look like much but I am trying. And for the record, I do know you love me.

Now all you readers tell the man happy birthday he deserves it!

Happy Birthday.
I love you.
Unyet.

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Happy Birthday to you.. Happy Birthday to you..

And on the rare occasion you could capture the princess napping close to her first love.. the fresh air.. and the dirt.

Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

Wasted days and wasted nights...

I don't know what I want to write about..

Random Babbling Brook.. or Book.. or video.. or brain..

It's Hump Day!

Yea this one will be hard.. Happy Birthday.

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Happy Birthday to you.. Happy Birthday to you..

﻿And on the rare occasion you could capture the princess napping close to her first love.. the fresh air.. and the dirt.

Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

Wasted days and wasted nights...

I don't know what I want to write about..

Random Babbling Brook.. or Book.. or video.. or brain..

It's Hump Day!

Yea this one will be hard.. Happy Birthday.

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And on the rare occasion you could capture the princess napping close to her first love.. the fresh air.. and the dirt.