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Saturday, Mar. 06, 2004 - 6:42 a.m. Cost of the War in Iraq
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WARNING!!!! if you know me personally, you may read my diary, but if you do, you take the chance of hearing things you don't want to know, misunderstanding what I've written and being hurt by it. If you are unsure if it is ok to read, save yourself and me the grief and heartache, and ask first!!! Please note that this is a DIARY, ie my subjective feelings, hearsay, suppositions, and outpourings of ranting of the moment. It does not represent objective news, the whole of what I think of a topic or someone, or even a thought-out representation of any of the above. Keep that in mind. Thanks. * Here is a Diary Etiquette Read Me. A Baby is God's Opinion third entry tonight. Just thought I'd read SquirrelX's new entry... and darn good it is... we learn about cures for vomiting (sniff pickles or eat them, or rub the webbing between your thumb and index finger hard), what to do about bladder stones (take drugs and pee through a strainer) and various assorted medically necessary info. But then at the end, her friend gives birth and she closes with the quote:
It is funny how I can be so perfectly fine and doing great and then one sentence can feel like a kick in the belly of my life. Yeah, so then what is infertility, eh. Crying. Read my other entries tonight. nite nite, hugs to me, wenchie with no babies 3 People have left cute, callous or caring comments on the wench's wordiness!! Go to "notes" instead of comments ps, you'll need to email me for a username and password � previous meanderings - future past Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009 � |
*inspired by Chaosdaily