YAY!
Just today and tomorrow left then 2 days off.
Not much going on in my world today.
I'm not sure if anyone remembers the journal I posted about being a procrastinator. If you do remember just thought I'd mention that I got a cork board and have checked quite a few things off of my "I need to be kicked in the ass" list of things to do.
Yep, that's right I'm on my way to a better and more organized life
Lot's of love to Whitewidow.
"Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall"
-Confucius
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You hav eto work out whether your roots have become so entwined togeather that it is inconcievable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards eachother underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Have a great week!
Just today and tomorrow left then 2 days off.
Not much going on in my world today.
I'm not sure if anyone remembers the journal I posted about being a procrastinator. If you do remember just thought I'd mention that I got a cork board and have checked quite a few things off of my "I need to be kicked in the ass" list of things to do.
Yep, that's right I'm on my way to a better and more organized life
Lot's of love to Whitewidow.
"Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall"
-Confucius
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You hav eto work out whether your roots have become so entwined togeather that it is inconcievable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards eachother underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Have a great week!