Daily Archives: October 27, 2006

all I wrote about was andorra?

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Holy cow!

I forgot to blog!

When was the last time THAT happened?

I look back at my day, and all I see is a combination of work and umbrellas and giggly co-workers, donuts I brought in for said co-workers… and a small dose of leftover sadness.

Because it lingers sometimes. But.

Soon I will be in bed, and then I will be sleeping in, and then I will have a day of whatever I want to do. And whatever I want to do?

Is what I like to do best.

So, because I am a lazy, lazy girl, I’m pretty much leaving you to come up with your own post here, by filling in the blanks:

  1. This weekend, I will feel like I spent my time well if I manage to _______.
  2. I really, really hope I get to eat some _______.
  3. If you could dedicate a song to your weekend, it would be _______ by _______.
  4. You better not have to _______ this weekend, or someone’s getting poked in the eye.
  5. If you could be anywhere doing anything this weekend, you would be in _______, doing _______.
  6. I wish I was going to be hanging out with _______ this weekend.
  7. Here’s a blank you can fill in with whatever you want: _______. I sure hope you used it wisely.

let’s go there and meet them!

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I had my first reader from Andorra today. And call me an idiot (for so many reasons), but I didn’t even know there WAS an Andorra. Isn’t that horrible?

Why did I get A’s in Geography?

Do you type “George” before you type “Geography”? I always do.

Anyway… ANDORRA!

It’s super pretty, and it has about the same number of residents as the town I grew up in just outside of Vancouver.

Look!

And look what you can do there!

Yay for Andorra.

sometimes.

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It sneaks up on you, the heartbreak.

And it doesn’t matter how well you’re handling it. It doesn’t matter how you’ve made it okay in your head. It doesn’t matter what people have said to you.

The only thing that matters is how it hurts.

All it takes is a stupid episode of ER that you’re watching in your pajamas, fireplace on, laptop open, not really paying attention.

And then one character asks another, “Is one baby going to be enough?”

Then all at once you think, “One baby? You get a whole baby of your own?”

You cry and you cry even though the news is five months old.

You make a joke about your ridiculous barren body.

You wonder if you’ll get to love someone else’s baby one day.

You wonder if you’ll remember to love yourself again one day.

This ache is a hollow one. I’m still broken.

I will be okay.

But it sneaks up on you, the heartbreak.

At that point, all you can do is be enough for yourself.