Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Discuss your current relationship.
Our relationship, while incredibly difficult because of various self imposed problems/blessings (living with parents, TWINS, lack of a job (me) etc), however, together, we are perfect. And by perfect, I mean we fight like cats and dogs, make up like best friends and support each other well. He's the first person I call with good or bad news and my last call at night. He busts his ass for me and the kids. When he isn't at work, he's at my house, helping with the kids. He's a great daddy.
Before we had kids, he was my best friend. He was my new years kiss for three years running, even though we'd only dated a year and a half. He proved my gut instinct right. He grew a beard for me. My Lord of the Rings obsession and his Star Wars love gives us great chemistry. As far as music goes, our only common ground is what musicals we like...0.o
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
This is my favorite design of a witchy woman.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
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