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"When a trout rising to a fly gets hooked on a line and finds himself unable to swim about freely, he begins with a fight which results in struggles and splashes and sometimes an escape. Often, of course, the situation is too tough for him.
In the same way the human being struggles with his environment and with the hooks that catch him. Sometimes he masters his difficulties; sometimes they are too much for him. His stuggles are all that the world sees and it naturally misunderstands them. It is hard for a free fish to understand what is happening to a hooked one."
--Karl A. Menninger.
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Plus a shout out to some of the people I love that I have no pics of on here yet: Sandi, Steve, Erin, Scott, Kari, Dennis, Christian, Cameron, Jim, Meggan, Dan, Tavion, and Tasia!
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hey lisa,nice update on your my space.Are you glad school has a break get intouch with me.so that we could do something o.k. love you and talk to you soon. yolanda
MyHotComments hey Lisa. i was just remembering cool high school moments and i thoght of how u were always there for me. i miss u. how are u doing? i hope all is well. are u still living in the bay area or did u relocate. i look forward in hearing from u
I’ve been a good Mom all year. I’ve fed, cleaned, and cuddled my two children on demand, visited the doctor’s office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground and figured out how to attach nine patches onto my daughter’s girl scout sash with staples and a glue gun.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son’s red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I’ll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I’d like a pair of legs that don’t ache after a day of chasing kids (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don’t flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I’d also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you’re hauling big ticket items this year, I’d like a car with fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn’t broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking daughter doll that says, “Yes, Mommy” to boost my parental confidence, along with one potty-trained toddler, two kids who don’t fight, and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, “Don’t eat in the living room” and “Take your hands off your brother”, because my voice seems to be just out of my children’s hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
And please don’t forget the Playdoh Travel Pak, the hottest stocking stuffer this year for mothers of preschoolers. It come
Don't know how it happens or when it will begin. We leave the window open and someone comes in. You enter a world of fantasy go places you've never been. Spending more and more time enjoying your new friend. You're glad that window was open. You're glad that they came in. Like the window you open your heart. Letting them enter and start taking a part. Making you laugh giving you a smile. Taking your reality into fantasy if just for a while. I'm glad my window was open. I'm glad you stepped in. But most of all I'm glad your my friend...
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