tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2968510909300898362011-10-03T11:16:38.906-04:00We all have one.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14901949962755359478noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296851090930089836.post-14394521956389838632010-04-22T06:13:00.000-04:002010-04-22T06:13:08.000-04:00

I'm taking some time off, not that I haven't already taken enough time, but I thought I would officially put it out here. This blog is something I want to expand on, but first I need to choose its path. Until next time, whenever that is...

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I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned on this blog that I have a daughter but I do and her name is Taylor Hayden. I'm ashamed to say it but I haven't thought to mention her until I read Gem's words. Gem's words, as so many experiences like hers, serve as a strong reminder to open up our eyes to what is precious in life, at least it did for me. It made me think about the other day when Taylor was

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Nothing profound... Just wanted to wish everyone a Happy New Year! All my love, Kim

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(A little longer than expected, but I promise you it is worth the read) This time of year is tough. It is filled with pressures and obligations that often lead to severe stress and can make a person act just downright awful to someone else, just to get that last toy that a daughter, son, nephew, niece or grandchild said they just had to have. Or it is the gift that you want to buy for your mom,

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I agree it is a little too early to start saying "Merry Christmas" but I am sooooo ready to get into the holiday spirit of the season! Yes, until January 2nd you will only hear holiday-related songs on this site! Please let me know what your favorite holiday song is and I will add it to my playlist for your listening pleasure whenever you come to my site!

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This is to the father at the park who I watched frantically walk from here to there in a panic, holding one scared, crying child while screaming at the top of his lungs for his other, obviously missing child.All I did was stare at you while I helped my daughter get into her carseat. "Should we do anything?""No""Are you sure?""We can't"Thankfully someone did come to your rescue and ask you what

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By Butternose (Check out song #23 "Daughters" to get the feel for this entry.) <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJxehS0wJrU

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(Check out song #17 "Carry Me" for this entry)I was talking to my friend today and she called me on my cell phone. We were talking for some time and she stopped in the middle of our conversation and asked me if she was wasting my minutes.I was taken aback.Why would she be wasting my minutes?I told her that there's no such thing. She asked what I meant, what kind of phone plan did I have?I started

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To hear other people's thoughts is what we all, at least some of us, think we would most desire."I wonder what she really thinks of me as a friend?""I wonder what the hesitation in my husband's voice meant when I asked him how I looked in this outfit?""I wonder why that stranger is staring me up and down from across the room?"Things of this nature.I've had the recent privilege to have that desire

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I visit you one last time.You shake your head in defeat,"You're leaving us again."As much as it hurts you,I know in my heart you understand,You're forgiving that way.What can I do, this life I must followAnd my feet on this road they travel,Sometimes closer, sometimes furtherA hope that things will settle for the best.As I leave, I look behind me several times.Once for you,Twice for me,Thrice to

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(Listen to the song "The End of the Innocence" to get a feel for how it set the mood for this entry.)In Don Henley's song "The End of the Innocence" he talks about how as young children we're poisoned by fairytales. My interpretation is that he's not talking about Little Red Riding Hood or Cat in the Hat but, instead, he's talking about what we're told is the truth by those whom we place our

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(Listen to the song "Growin' Up" from the songlist to get a feel for how it inspired this entry.) I was watching my much loved Palladia music channel this morning and one of my favorite musicians was on - Bruce Springsteen. Now, I have heard and listened to many of his songs but never put much thought behind what they meant to him as an artist because, let's face it, I don't have his number on

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Or do you?You know, I wonder what Tom Petty was thinking about when he wrote that song. Maybe he was thinking that his listeners would never know what it felt like to be a rock star whose life is made on the stage, one tour after another.I shouldn't speculate but I am curious about the lives of other people. Sometimes I find myself wondering what it would feel like to live life in another

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Todayby ButternoseToday I want to be anyone but me.Today I don't feel like being A Woman A Wife A Mother A Daughter A Sister A Friend A WriterToday is just one of those days.

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by ButternoseThe prettiest girl in the room,I am certainly not.Five-feet, seven inches,Weighing more than a lot.Though my boobs are big,And they get all the stares,They're nothing but fat,And I'd lose em' if I just took the stairs.My butt is silky smooth and pleasantly plump,Just like J-Lo's,As long as it's squeezed into queen-sized, control top pantyhose.My arms are too manly for any sleeveless

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It's amazing what creativity comes from a concoction of little sleep and too much stress. Although I'm way off this morning I am grateful for the result - enjoy! Januaryby ButternoseA storm is brewingIt's alive.With every breath,It feeds and thrives.A storm is brewingOut of control.Beyond my body,Poisoning my soul.A storm is brewingI'm caving in.Nor strength or faith,Can conquer this sin.A storm

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by Butternose(Click on the song "Life Ain't Always Beautiful" and get a feel for how it set the mood on this entry)Though a mountain's peak soars beyond the clouds,And can be seen for miles around,It is a mountain's valley,The lowest point,Where true strength is often found.Such as life,At our lowest points,We are quick to look above.But above it all,Where true strength is found,Is in two hearts

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by Butternose(Click on the song "Riddle" and get a feel for how it set the mood on this entry)I know the phrase "Everything happens for a reason" is said a lot, but I am a true believer in this on good and bad occasions.A little less than a month ago I packed up everybody and we headed south to visit family. I would have loved to leave the laptop at home but the reality was, I pay most of our

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Staying at Home(Click on the song "Danny's Song" and get a feel for how it set the mood on this entry)by ButternoseStay-at-home Mommy days,Diaper,Milk,Breakfast,Clean-up,Diaper,Baby gets dressed,Play-time,Snack,Diaper – get the wipes,Juice time,Nap time,Mommy’s time to,Wash the dishes,Clean the house,Do the laundry,Get a shower – scratch that the baby woke up,Diaper,Juice,Lunch,More play-time,

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(Click on the song "Into the Mystic" to get a feel on how the mood was set for this entry.)Recently, there have been a few events in my life that have made me think back on things I miss, took advantage of, and wish I had a second chance to experience.We (my family) buried my paternal grandpop two weeks ago yesterday and my maternal grandmom's health is on a downhill slope, too. I was fortunate

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Ah, Karma.It's a powerful thing that can take you on the road to happiness or the road where you wind up with your foot in your mouth or up your a..well, you know.My situation is the one where I wound up with my foot up my a..I haven't had any run-ins with the aforesaid in so long that I should have known better than to take advantage of it.Stay with me...How many times have you gone to Wal-Mart

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I apologize in advance to those of you who come here for the cozy because the below blog is from an unusually, un-cozy time I had for about a 2-month period this year, and sometimes still struggle with to this day. However, at the same time you might find it cozy to know that my nephew, whom I only met once, is a true miracle of life. He has been home with his family for close to 5-weeks (Yes, we

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(Photo by yours truly)Be-somewhere-tweenBy ButternoseSomewhere in betweenWhere I am,Where I'm suppose to be,Somewhere in betweenI catch a glimpse of reality.Somewhere in betweenWhat lies beneath,And what is clear,Somewhere in betweenI catch a glimpse of what is near.Somewhere in betweenMy life at hand,What life has handed me,Somewhere in betweenI catch a glimpse of what will be.Somewhere in

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(Photo courtesy of my dear friend, Ms. Luckie)Coordinating ConjunctionsBy ButternoseAnd Sits this chair meant for me, A place for more than a memory. So Here I should sit and laugh, Maybe cry with you. But Now I am gone, And you are gone too. Yet Somehow it seems, Things are the same. Nor Time or distance, Has caused us disdain. For In our hearts are memories, A conjunction I

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By ButternoseHere's my second edition of Chicken Chat. I'm still trying to figure out exactly how to word everything so bare with me.Like I said in my first edition, I just want all of us cackling chickens out there to keep in mind some of the not-so-wise decisions people make, including myself, and hopefully use them to take a step back and think about our daily lives and what we can do to make

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By ButternoseThis is my first edition of a new series called "Chicken Chat." It was inspired by all the cackling chickens out there afraid to say what they feel unless, of course, they are talking to a complete stranger - Butternose.Now, by no means am I saying that I am an individual that leads the way by example because Lord knows I'm Irish and we don't talk about anything. Nope, we just order

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Thinking of YouWith Love, Aunt ButternoseWith the horizon in the distance,My heart is heavy.Yet the rolling tides of the ocean continue.(Photo from proud Mommy & Daddy)

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(Photo courtesy of my dear friend Ms. Luckie)The Briny BlueBy Butternose I guess I’ll go with what works for me. The sky, The beach, And the ocean in between. My body’s to the left, My soul’s to the right. It’s a beautiful day, Likely to lead into a beautiful night. But what would happen if I just up and left? Start walking forward, No looking back, Leaving everything adrift. Would

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This FeelingBy ButternoseAt this moment in my life, this very one,I'm feeling most peaceful,The most I have ever felt in one day under the sun.I think this is the first time, in my short lived life,My head is clear.I can extend my arm and at the touch of my fingertips,It seems anything I want can be near.This feeling is overwhelming.It is unexplainable.A feeling of inner and outer peace, from

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MeBy ButternoseIf I lost your trust,If I proved my worth,Would you not lose faith,in me?If I let you down,If I picked you up,Would you walk,with me?If I broke your heart,If I gave you mine,Would your love be divine,for me?If I ever leave you,If I never say goodbye,Would you take advantage of time,with me?If all this sounds selfish,If I wrote it for you,Would it make you smile,at me?

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Peaceful YouBy ButternoseI look at the reflection of the sunset in your eyes.With eyes so beautiful as yours,I can only dream what there is for me to explore.While you fill me with your wisdom,Always wishing myself to be that wise,Millions of thoughts that don't count,A bunch of what if I's, as if I would ever.Wanting to be able to start anew and realizing this,As I'm staring at peaceful you.The

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The FlockBy ButternoseIn a wonderland they go by.They all know summer has died.Up in the sky they spread their wings,Embarking on many new beginnings.Knowing Summer's return,Will give new birth for what they yearn.

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(Photo by yours truly)UnfinishedBy ButternoseAlone in a field, there stood a young tree. There were limbs and leaves, And it took more than once. But I remember I climbed it, Though it was tough as could be. I seized it and I scratched it, I hurt that young tree. But when I got home, I found, The tree had hurt me. There were bruises and scrapes, And blood that would stain. I wasn’t

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Spare TireBy ButternoseWhat is this roll? Well, I don’t know. Hmmm, It’s new to me, Let me think for a minute... Did I wake up to find, I have lost my mind? Nope. So, what is this roll? I still don’t know. Hmmm, Just another minute… Did I hide it before? Yuck, maybe there’s more! Still, what is this roll? Oh wait, I know. Hmmm… How do I say, in so many words, My body after

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Butternose getting personal... It’s clockwork. My eyes open to the blinding red numbers of the alarm - 5:18 - in my dawn-lit bedroom each morning. My sense of sight begins each day and within milliseconds my sense of hearing is keyed by the tune of my husband’s deep-sleep breathing. How I envy him. On occasion, I’ll take a moment to sigh and then each time, instantaneously, I decide against

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Cheesed Off By Butternose I wonder how much more of this crap I can take. I scoop and I pour,Each filter leveled – no mistakes. My most favorite sip is the last one that holds, The most sugar, creamer and booze, A concoction for the bold. I sip and I sip so careful to taste, Every bit of each element, I try not to waste. Yet, there they appear again and again, Polluting my most

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This is my initial posting. It was a tough one because I wasn’t really sure how to navigate this site, but I'm sure I'll get by.My dear and talented friend, Ms. Luckie, and I have decided to start weekly exercises of the mind. My friend took this picture years ago, and it was my job to interpret and express how it made me feel. This was week one.So I thought, and thought and finally I heard a

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