<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:36:59.779-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='free verse'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='faith'/><category term='creative writing'/><category term='love'/><category term='Divorce...pain....'/><category term='strength'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>If Wishes Were Diamonds</title><subtitle type='html'>My Poetic Voice...listen to me sing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-6542285487206563670</id><published>2010-10-06T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:22:10.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanted to share some wedding photos.  It was a perfect day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0uxI0s9AI/AAAAAAAAADY/MNsMH_518Pc/s1600/36064_1460390548935_1208556860_31052751_5018783_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525123739570467842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0uxI0s9AI/AAAAAAAAADY/MNsMH_518Pc/s320/36064_1460390548935_1208556860_31052751_5018783_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0uwVWFnjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bSs9BAJqSF4/s1600/36064_1460390508934_1208556860_31052750_7202076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525123725751852594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0uwVWFnjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bSs9BAJqSF4/s320/36064_1460390508934_1208556860_31052750_7202076_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0uvoY3ezI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Nnd0SgJ7Sk/s1600/36064_1460390468933_1208556860_31052749_5549761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525123713683913522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0uvoY3ezI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Nnd0SgJ7Sk/s320/36064_1460390468933_1208556860_31052749_5549761_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0t186pMlI/AAAAAAAAACo/1g79iiH4bfw/s1600/36064_1460390428932_1208556860_31052748_732810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525122722761880146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0t186pMlI/AAAAAAAAACo/1g79iiH4bfw/s320/36064_1460390428932_1208556860_31052748_732810_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-6542285487206563670?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6542285487206563670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=6542285487206563670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6542285487206563670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6542285487206563670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-wanted-to-share-some-wedding.html' title='Just wanted to share some wedding photos.  It was a perfect day'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0uxI0s9AI/AAAAAAAAADY/MNsMH_518Pc/s72-c/36064_1460390548935_1208556860_31052751_5018783_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-5702569998401192168</id><published>2010-09-19T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:26:25.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding countdown</title><content type='html'>Well...a WHOLE lot has happened since my last post in may.  I got engaged in July and, after a whirlwind of activities, I'm counting down the final days to my wedding!  The past two months have been insane.  But, I'll be the a new Mrs. come Friday, Sept. 24th!!  I'm so excited!  I haven't slept much at all.  I just finished printing 140 programs and am about to finish the remaining 30 wedding favors.  I'm thinking I'll go to bed and just wake up early to clean.  I'm exhausted, but the happiest woman in the world!  So many wonderful things have happened and are about to happen.  God has been so gracious.  He brought a man from my past back into to my present who became my future.  Ah, I am so blessed!  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I promise to come by more often.  I really have to get some sleep!  God bless to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-5702569998401192168?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5702569998401192168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=5702569998401192168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5702569998401192168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5702569998401192168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2010/09/wedding-countdown.html' title='wedding countdown'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-5339234052927017320</id><published>2010-05-28T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:13:45.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while since I've been here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TACwVraACkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IBVMHHoll5Q/s1600/IMG_1922-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TACwVraACkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IBVMHHoll5Q/s320/IMG_1922-2.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476571033358043714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since my last post November.  A lifetime of change has happened in just a few months.  God is so generous and loving.  He reunited me with a long lost friend who is now my future husband.  My world has become a very much brighter place and I couldn't be happier.  My children are all growing up so beautifully and I'm starting over with the man of my dreams.  I'm writing again and creating jewelry...*sigh*...what more can I ask for?  Ah, yes, working on being a new mommy again...after all these years I didn't find love.  It found me.  I am so blessed.  God willing, I'll be able to blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-5339234052927017320?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5339234052927017320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=5339234052927017320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5339234052927017320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5339234052927017320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while-since-ive-been-here.html' title='It&apos;s been a while since I&apos;ve been here'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TACwVraACkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IBVMHHoll5Q/s72-c/IMG_1922-2.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-4968024639490725692</id><published>2009-11-28T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:07:38.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two sides to every coin</title><content type='html'>The holidays to so many, including me, brings back a longing and sense of nostalgia.  Thanksgiving was really quiet for me.  It was nice having dinner with my parents (it was just the three of us). Don't get me wrong, but I miss the boisterous insanity of large family gatherings with my kids, brothers, nephews and nieces.  I suppose its just another way the Lord is giving me a chance to rest after giving so much for such a very long time.  Still, I can't help but feel a little melancholy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tradition for me that Black Fridays were spent decorating the house for Christmas.  I'd set out the Christmas table and it would be up for an entire MONTH dressed in its Christmas finery.  I'd set out the crystal candlesticks and all my fine crystal vases all throughout the house along with a slew of candles that burned from morning into the late evenings.  Everyone in the house was trained, including the cats!  Nothing ever got broken.  My kids were so good.  I used to take them into antique stores at very early ages (3-7) and they never touched or ran around.  It was so awesome that I could do that.  *sigh*  Anyway, I digress.  The kids would help decorate the tree after all the lights were run through the branches and they had stopped the cats from attacking the base of the tree!  Then Saturday was spent decorating the outside of the house.  I used to paint xmas winter scenes in our very large windows.  I wish I would have taken pictures of my windows.  That's the one thing I didn't do, but I have lots of family pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a lot of things change when you go through a divorce and the kids grow up.  Starting over is the toughest thing I've ever had to do.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm strong enough to make it and then I go back and remember that God is on my side and I am here for a purpose.  In every situation I am placed there is a reason and a lesson and my faith is strengthening me and guiding me through this journey.  But, if asked if I would do it all again...I would gladly receive the late night calls of a brand new baby, early morning cuddling with a soft little body curled up against me while being surrounded by the arms of the man I love.  I would happily keep a house and bake cookies just because.  I would gladly wake up after everyone else is asleep to fill the stockings by the fireplace on Christmas eve...yes, if asked, I would gladly and most fervently do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-4968024639490725692?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4968024639490725692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=4968024639490725692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4968024639490725692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4968024639490725692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-sides-to-every-coin.html' title='two sides to every coin'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-8924966384337572209</id><published>2009-10-18T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:13:33.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life...continuation</title><content type='html'>Ironically, even after such a wonderful evening, several things got in the way, my job, my children and basically just trying to figure out where I fit in again shot me off course. As I said before, I misplaced my notebook and we lost contact. Truth be told, I was petrified after I met. I just figured he was too good to be true. We saw each other from time to time at the karaoke bar and each time he looked marvelous, but I was with my friends or co-workers and we just didn't get a chance to chat that much. Then life really threw a curve ball. I started dating and it was a mess. I knew I was out of it, but oh my gosh, people in general are real jerks. I just couldn't understand all of the bull I'd run into and I ended up hurt several times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided, I was safer unattached so I'd go out with just some friends. Before I knew it, almost a year and several hearth aches had gone by since I'd first met him, the love of my life. I reconnected with a couple of high school friends of mine who also sang so we decided to go to the karaoke bar where my personal Elvis and I met. It was an interesting night. He was there. I saw him when we walked in and I made it a point to say hello. My male friend didn't like it one bit, but so what?! We were there as friends. Two ladies and a guy friend from high school trying to catch up on old times was harmless enough, right? Huh! Not in his eyes. He figured, since we all went out together, we two ladies were only supposed to pay attention to him. It was a pissing contest between two males, over my lady friend. I am so glad it wasn't over me, but I still somehow got dragged into the middle of it. Being a gentleman that he is, he came over and talked to me and introduced himself to my company. My male friend, who will forever remain nameless, puffed up his chest as if to stake claim on me. My love was unfazed.  He merely shook his hand and turned to me.  He said he was going to leave, but he hoped to hear from me soon and he slipped his number into my hand as he held it.  As he held my gaze, that when I decided, yes, I am going to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of that night went to hell.  My male friend got into a shouting match with another of the patrons at the bar over my lady friend.  I was mad and sad and scared at the same time.  We left and drove around looking for a place for this guy to stay so he could sleep off the booze and his stupidity.  This guy is a cop, mind you and he was acting worse than a high school boy on steroids.  He upset my lady friend so badly.  Later I came to find out, after we dropped him back off at his car so he could sleep the effects of the alcohol off, that he had texted my friend several nasty texts and that was when I got thoroughly disgusted.  Ah, me...and this was only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-8924966384337572209?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8924966384337572209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=8924966384337572209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/8924966384337572209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/8924966384337572209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-lifecontinuation.html' title='Back to life...continuation'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-5207961350912448562</id><published>2009-10-03T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:05:49.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving forward...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/SsgeV7P7I7I/AAAAAAAAABI/3c1FOPwqVAQ/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/SsgeV7P7I7I/AAAAAAAAABI/3c1FOPwqVAQ/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388590316179366834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/Ssgdm2EtX4I/AAAAAAAAABA/EDqqk-BUljQ/s1600-h/032_82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/Ssgdm2EtX4I/AAAAAAAAABA/EDqqk-BUljQ/s320/032_82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388589507336298370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promiseoflight is now a .com site...take note everyone it's now Promiseoflight.com.  I'm so excited!!!  Yay for advancement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes...before I forget, it's full steam ahead with the jewelry designing.  I am so blessed.  The catalog will be available soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-5207961350912448562?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5207961350912448562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=5207961350912448562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5207961350912448562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5207961350912448562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-forward.html' title='moving forward...'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/SsgeV7P7I7I/AAAAAAAAABI/3c1FOPwqVAQ/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-7100630330795535139</id><published>2009-09-26T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:06:16.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life...the beginning of a love story</title><content type='html'>I started going to karaoke spots on Friday's and Saturday's with my friends when I didn't have the kids.  It was petrifying and exhilarating at the same time going back on that stage.  I'd forgotten how good it felt and how much I'd really missed singing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an off night, when I was really not feeling myself, my friends and I decided to go out on a Thursday...not typical of us at all considering we all had to go to work the next day.  It was a nice quiet night and we got to sing quite a few times.  It got late very quickly, but I couldn't see myself going home.  I told my friends it was okay, that I would be okay, even though they were leaving me alone at a "bar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had brought my notebook and thought I might be able to do some writing while I listened to the singers.  I sat tucked in a corner alone at a table on a day I didn't normally go out and was actually comfortable with myself.  It had only been a month since I'd moved into my new apartment and started living alone and then he came in.  I hadn't noticed him at all.  I was trying so hard to make something jump from my mind and land onto that blank piece of paper.  Then the KJ called me up for another song and I went on stage.  I put my heart into that song and, as I was leaving the stage, I noticed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was kind of dark in the bar, but he wore his sunglasses.  He had his hair combed into a perfect pompadore and wore a long black trench coat with the cuffs of his unbuttoned sleeves hanging out of the sleeves of his coat.  Even with his shades on I could feel him staring, but, oddly, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all.  He clapped and said I did a good job. It turned out that he didn't feel like staying home and had come to listen to the singers as well on a date he didn't normally go out and I happened to be sitting at his "usual" table.  It felt natural being in this place talking to this man whom I'd never met before.  He took off his sunglasses to speak to me and I was caught off guard by the most riveting eyes I'd ever seen...so beautiful...depending on the way the light hit his face, his eyes looked green, pale blue or gold.  I was mesmerized.  We shared each others souls at that first glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called him up to sing and he sang "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley.  I came to find out later that he hardly ever sang, but, that night, he sang to me.  It was beautiful.  He was such a gentleman, softspoken and very polite.  Apparently he recorded my performance on a digital recorder he always carried and was kind enough to share the recording with me.  He'd asked me for my number, but I explained that I was comfortable giving out my number since...well he understood, but I called my number from his phone so I could get his number and I watched him erase my number from his phone.  I wrote it down in my notebook and had intended to call him when I was ready.  Fate should have it that I misplace the notebook and life got in the way.  We ended up talking for three hours that night.  It was wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-7100630330795535139?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7100630330795535139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=7100630330795535139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7100630330795535139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7100630330795535139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-lifethe-beginning-of-love-story.html' title='Back to life...the beginning of a love story'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-6027804516056124764</id><published>2009-09-26T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:31:44.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a change in gear...</title><content type='html'>As I said in an earlier post, it's been quite a while since I've posted anything consistently. Basically, here is the reason why...for those of you who know me or my history, it really goes without saying. Yet, I know there are many that will read know nothing about me at all, so let me start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, January 2006, my divorce was finalized. After 21 years of being with the same man, I found myself "unattached". I felt so alone and so worthless. I felt such a loss and I was an emotional mess. My two youngest children were shuffled from house to house every other week, which was difficult for them and absolutely gut-wrenching for me. I built my life around them...being a mom and wife...and suddenly it was all gone.  My oldest son living out of state, was devasted and very angry at his dad, but I think, was spared a lot of the hurt.  He didn't have to watch or hear what was going on on a daily basis.  My second son automatically took on the role of man of the house.  He just assumed it was what he was supposed to do, but that put our relationship as mother and son on a different level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled horribly with finances, still in debt to this day, but no way to pay that debt back. $1900.00 a month for rent certainly didn't make things easy on me. All I wanted was escape. I did the seclusion thing for a few months and found that didn't do anything for me but make me more of a recluse and extremely depressed. I didn't show it to the world, but those who were close to me or had been through the same thing knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, an old friend convinced me to go karaoke-ing with her.  I thought, "Why not?!  I love to sing."  Besides, my kids kept telling me to go out, so I finally took their advice.  Little did I know that this was to be the start of a grand adventure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-6027804516056124764?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6027804516056124764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=6027804516056124764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6027804516056124764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6027804516056124764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/change-in-gear.html' title='a change in gear...'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-4457917128295279968</id><published>2009-09-19T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:37:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...so, it's been almost two months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/SrWxJYTEwEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0TyecGYJui0/s1600-h/06-05-09_1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/SrWxJYTEwEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0TyecGYJui0/s320/06-05-09_1819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403704290689090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* It's been a long a winding road.  I've been a jewelry designing diva and loving it.  My life has been surrounded by hustling to make my own business a success.  I can't find a job so obviously, that's not what God wants me to do, so I listen.  Life is so many kinds of crazy, but not nearly as it was a year and a half ago.  I am loved and so in love....a forever kind of love...I want to shout it to the world and I will soon...so very soon.  I am so blessed...thank you, my love, for being you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-4457917128295279968?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4457917128295279968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=4457917128295279968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4457917128295279968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4457917128295279968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/okayso-its-been-almost-two-months.html' title='Okay...so, it&apos;s been almost two months.'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/SrWxJYTEwEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0TyecGYJui0/s72-c/06-05-09_1819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-133941368181080821</id><published>2009-08-03T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:13:31.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hello there...my it's been a long long time.</title><content type='html'>wow...it's been almost two years since I've posted anything here.  A lot has changed...some good, some bad...but God is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hanging on by faith.  It's been a rough road for me.  I'm so overwhelmed right now, I can't even sleep and my thoughts just won't gel together.  Does anyone have a pause button I can use for life, please?  *sigh*  Wish it was already better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get some sleep...gotta take my daughter to the dentist.  Be back later...I hope.  This time, it won't be two years!!!  I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-133941368181080821?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/133941368181080821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=133941368181080821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/133941368181080821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/133941368181080821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-hello-theremy-its-been-long-long.html' title='Well hello there...my it&apos;s been a long long time.'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-6089402949007381869</id><published>2007-10-22T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:35:38.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>Torrential downpour</title><content type='html'>I've neglected this blog for much too long and it's time to return.  Life has been one grand journey after another these past six months.  I've been lower than I've ever been before.  I've been in the darkest place I've ever been and now....now...I emerged and changed entity.  Changed in a way that I have become myself again.  Strange how that happens, but I am so much the better for it.  I've started writing again, also.  I hope you enjoy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eerie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is smoke in the air-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thick and tangible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it drops slowly down upon everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving it all blurred in a gray dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a eerie kind of beauty that i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky is full of color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slashes of magenta, orange and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as light fights to reach the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed...yes, that's what I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at how destruction can be so glorious-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renewing...so beautifully painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so painfully beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I watch the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dip erotically into night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADNESS OF MIDNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before sunset &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the smell of tangerines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and roses hit my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just run to no place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or no one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless energy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's what it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it subsided,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the heat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stole my breath and pushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to the pillows on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the madness of midnight came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stole my rest away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an traded them for tear stains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the pillowcase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-6089402949007381869?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6089402949007381869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=6089402949007381869&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6089402949007381869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6089402949007381869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/10/torrential-downpour.html' title='Torrential downpour'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-2156950896402088652</id><published>2007-09-23T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:40:43.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When "Happy" makes you sad.</title><content type='html'>this song is very close to my heart and very special to a dear friend of mine.  The words are so beautiful and I'm making myself a complete mess.  Sometimes, there are times where even the smallest of joys can bring you to tears.  This is one of those times.  I'm so very tired....  Anyway, enjoy the song and the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0L0roxDUERY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0L0roxDUERY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-2156950896402088652?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2156950896402088652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=2156950896402088652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2156950896402088652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2156950896402088652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-happy-makes-you-sad.html' title='When &quot;Happy&quot; makes you sad.'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-5013270958632542118</id><published>2007-08-19T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T14:06:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday afternoon....August 18, 2007</title><content type='html'>SUNSET BEACH &lt;br /&gt;My parents came over yesterday and the kids and I were supposed to go with them to a church event in Seal Beach at the Naval Weapons Armory Beach.  We got to the base entrance and the guard directed us to another entry gate off of PCH.  So, off we went following the directions he gave us.  I was driving so I had to pay attention.  lol...kind of hard for me lately.  The funny thing is, when we called one of the other church memembers to find out WHERE exactly it was, they said it wasn't yesterday.  It's supposed to be on a different day!  That means the bulletin that the church printed and distributed to the entire congregation was WRONG!!  OMG...lol...So, we just decided to go to the beach anyway, since we were already there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was starving!!  lol  We were expecting to pig out on filipino food!  But, since there wasn't any to be found, we stopped by Harry's Grill and had the slamminest burgers and fries.  We ate on the patio upstairs and just enjoyed the breeze and the view.  Rich is now determind to have something like that deck when he buys his house.  I don't blame him!  It  was perfect out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after our REALLY late lunch, we went to the beach...that is after we circled the parking area three times before we found someone leaving!  It was packed yesterday....but not as bad as Laguna or Corona Del Mar.  We broke out the cooler with our drinks and snacks, beach blanket, towels...etc and headed out to the shore.  I could have stayed there until the sunset.  I'm going to have to do that again.  I haven't seen the sun set at a beach in forever!!  Yeah, anyway, we all just kind of hung out enjoying the sun, the sea breeze and the sand. Anyway, it was a pretty good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-5013270958632542118?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5013270958632542118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=5013270958632542118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5013270958632542118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5013270958632542118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-afternoonaugust-18-2007.html' title='Saturday afternoon....August 18, 2007'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-4277557869489731362</id><published>2007-08-18T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:53:10.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>too damn tired</title><content type='html'>feeling blue....anybody got an airplane I can borrow??? &lt;br /&gt;how is it one can feel so utterly and completely loved and be so unbelievablely sad a the same time?  That is just the norm for me lately.  These highs and lows are kicking my ass and I have no way to control them.  I know I'm supposed to go through them.  Yes, I am a stronger person, but I want someone to lean on.  I hate being the only dependable one around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lean on someone for support.  I need...I need...money so I won't NEED anyone.  Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-4277557869489731362?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4277557869489731362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=4277557869489731362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4277557869489731362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4277557869489731362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-damn-tired.html' title='too damn tired'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-3447651597453668346</id><published>2007-08-11T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:56:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break from cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, &lt;br /&gt;beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You&amp;nbsp;may&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;good&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;home &lt;br /&gt;decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-3447651597453668346?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3447651597453668346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=3447651597453668346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3447651597453668346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3447651597453668346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-break-from-cleaning.html' title='taking a break from cleaning'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-4026309016290905409</id><published>2007-08-10T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:20:32.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Manipulating Electricity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/electricity.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're highly reactive, energetic, and super charged.&lt;br /&gt;If the occasion calls for it, you can go from 0 to 60 in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't harness your energy unless you truly need to.&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, people are often surprised by what you are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would be a good superhero: You have the stamina to fight enemies for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem as a superhero: As with your normal life, people would continue to underestimate you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-4026309016290905409?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4026309016290905409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=4026309016290905409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4026309016290905409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4026309016290905409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-so-me.html' title='this is so me...'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-6824339841275811671</id><published>2007-08-10T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:08:00.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to let go</title><content type='html'>There are times when I just want to tell the world to let me off.  Everything around me keeps moving and I seem to slow even futher than I'd already been going before.  Don't get me wrong, I know good things are coming, but, in the meantime, I feel hurt...used...old and run down.  I try not to present that to the world so much 'cause it just doesn't do me any good.  At the same time, though, playing happy-happy wears thin.  I flunked out of my last classes.  I got sick and so far behind I just couldn't do it.  Not good.  What did I do to myself?  If it wasn't for all the bills stacking up all around me I'd be fine.  I hate barely scraping by.  Hell...I'm not scraping by.  I can't pay my fucking bills.  I haven't even had the energy to write anything substantial.  I NEED A VACATION SO BAD!!  But, who the hell am I kidding?  At the rate I'm going, I'll never have another vacation for the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me lean into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the only thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're what keeps me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to lean on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surround me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me cry in the circle of your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until my tears run dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me lie here beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the monsters go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell me everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the words came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me stand beneath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  On the upside...my friend is visiting from Virginia the end of the month and so is my oldest son.  That will be wonderful...not to mention my muse will be here for a month.  Thank God for small mercies...  I just want to be held.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-6824339841275811671?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6824339841275811671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=6824339841275811671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6824339841275811671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6824339841275811671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/trying-to-let-go.html' title='trying to let go'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-2553108993945579801</id><published>2007-08-08T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:35:28.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Panties Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lacy Panties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/lacy-panties.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one seductive chica, but you've also got a ton of class.&lt;br /&gt;You are like a pinup girl, with timeless beauty and sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;Men are afraid to talk to you, knowing they'll be addicted to your charm immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Only a true manly man, confident in himself, is your perfect match.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...I'm bored, okay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-2553108993945579801?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2553108993945579801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=2553108993945579801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2553108993945579801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2553108993945579801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-kind-of-panties-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Panties Are You?'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-864580632010779240</id><published>2007-08-08T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:26:37.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>What Type of Passionate Woman Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Passion is Red!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofpassionatewomanareyouquiz/red-passion.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got that spark - a good dose of intensity, power, and determination.&lt;br /&gt;You do whatever you want in life ... to hell with what anyone thinks!&lt;br /&gt;With so many interests and loves, you're always running around doing something new.&lt;br /&gt;You have fire in your eyes, and it shows. Bet you're even wearing something red!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofpassionatewomanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Passionate Woman Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-864580632010779240?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/864580632010779240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=864580632010779240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/864580632010779240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/864580632010779240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-type-of-passionate-woman-are-you.html' title='What Type of Passionate Woman Are You?'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-7106411808977637228</id><published>2007-08-05T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:20:32.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What planet should I rule...this is kinda true :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Rule Jupiter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/jupiter.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge and hot, Jupiter is a quickly turning planet with short days and intense gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Jupiter, because you are both dominant and kind.&lt;br /&gt;You have great strength and confidence, but you never abuse your power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always right.  Even if you make mistakes, you compensate for them... before anyone knows it.&lt;br /&gt;Headstrong and ambitious, you always have a goal in mind. You are optimistic and believe thing things will always work out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-7106411808977637228?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7106411808977637228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=7106411808977637228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7106411808977637228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7106411808977637228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-planet-should-i-rulethis-is-kinda.html' title='What planet should I rule...this is kinda true :-)'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-998235978263565960</id><published>2007-08-05T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:19:56.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Am I an "It Girl"....supposedly</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-998235978263565960?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/998235978263565960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=998235978263565960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/998235978263565960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/998235978263565960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/08/which-planet-should-i-rule.html' title='Am I an &quot;It Girl&quot;....supposedly'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-3075474281922253885</id><published>2007-07-22T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:31:11.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>Love's Pagan Embrace</title><content type='html'>The morning came too quickly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;I’d been dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;all night long so, somehow&lt;br /&gt;when you called, I wasn’t surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew I’d been thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a funny way&lt;br /&gt;of making yourself known&lt;br /&gt;just when I need you…so strange, &lt;br /&gt;but I’m not complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s an electrical pulse that keeps us&lt;br /&gt;connected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a million tiny tremors&lt;br /&gt;that rocket through my body&lt;br /&gt;every time we touch and clutch&lt;br /&gt;the way we do in midst of heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to wait for next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to call out your name&lt;br /&gt;While we’re wrapped around each other&lt;br /&gt;in loves pagan embrace…&lt;br /&gt;Until then, my dreams will have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-3075474281922253885?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3075474281922253885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=3075474281922253885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3075474281922253885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3075474281922253885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/07/loves-pagan-embrace.html' title='Love&apos;s Pagan Embrace'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-8528489404699669864</id><published>2007-07-15T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:09:01.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>a letter to love</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a short time, but I can't help but feel like I've been forgotten.  I know that it isn't so.  You reveled so many different things to me, things you'd never said before, and in front of your life long friends-people you trust.  Somehow, that night, you wedged yourself further into my heart.  If you only knew how much I believe in you and how I'd give you my last living breath if it meant you would survive to remember me.  I know I won't be hearing from you for a while.  It's the norm...one that I've lived with for a while...but I still can't help but think about the word forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.  You know that.  You're mine, even if you still can't voice the promise.  But, you don't have to.  You've proven it so many times.  You keep coming back-falling into me for my strength-because you know I've never left.  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the only one that has ever been there and accepted you for what and who you are.  My strength and faith has become your strength and faith, I know this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I let you take care of me?  YES!  YES!  A THOUSAND TIMES YES!  And, I would take care of you.  Let go and let me in.  I'll save you like you've saved me over and over again.  Each and every breath we shared with each kiss was like being reborn.  You said I taught you so much about yourself.  I was just being myself with you.  You've taught me something as well.  You taught me how to believe in myself again.  You have no idea how much I love and thank you for that.  I will spend the rest of my life telling you, showing you, when it's time.  Thank you for letting me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My promise to you has always been true.  I'd never leave.  To disappear, to never see you again, would be like throwing my heart into a funeral pyre.  I can't do it.  I am incapable.  You asked me for a son...(yes, love, I would give you one).  I know you haven't forgotten...I don't think your friends will let you forget either.  Hearing husband and wife come from their lips about us was strange yet felt entirely right.  Soon...*sigh*...I just wish you weren't so far away.  It's not time, I know.  I know.  Forever is a wonderful word...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-8528489404699669864?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8528489404699669864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=8528489404699669864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/8528489404699669864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/8528489404699669864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-to-love.html' title='a letter to love'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-2914775949546903033</id><published>2007-07-14T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:39:31.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>oh hell</title><content type='html'>everytime I think I'm moving forward and I'll be okay, reality comes crashing down around me and I remember my history of 21 years.  Why won't it just fucking go away?  I just want to be able to let go and be completely happy again.  Even knowing that I am loved just doesn't take all the pain away...at least not yet.  I guess it's because I don't have that someone to lean on.  I need that pillar of strength right now.  Just for a little bit.  Please Lord...help me.  Strengthen me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get out of this house for a little while.  I can't stay here.  I've been alone all day and it was fine for a little while.  It isn't anymore.  Pray for my renewed strength, please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-2914775949546903033?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2914775949546903033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=2914775949546903033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2914775949546903033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2914775949546903033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-hell.html' title='oh hell'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-5559665572724401257</id><published>2007-07-12T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:55:22.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rollercoaster ride</title><content type='html'>*sigh*  oh, how my heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning, turning upside-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this rollercoaster world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love can do such funny things&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dizzy....oh, so dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to jump off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cling so tightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're locked into place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you cling just as tightly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even spoke of forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was never any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...time is all we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity sounds beautiful with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dragonflies are dancing again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've filled my belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the flutters of a growning child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your child......our boy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come home and we will spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away together on this rollercoaster ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's amazing what one can learn in such a short time.  I got back from Atlanta last Tuesday.  My muse visited me....drove all the way up from Miami to spend some time.   We spoke of things we'd spoken of before and so much more. How is it my world can be turned so upsidedown then suddenly right itself so quickly.  I'd always known love.  I'd always known passion, but this....this is what I could have imagined and so much more.  He's always held a special place in my heart and I have my place in his, but I didn't know just how large as space I'd occupied until last Saturday.  I have and feel so much love and all of it was given back to me on that night.  Love...the future...forever...it was spoken clearly and with witnesses...*sigh*....How I wish I could have taken his offer to stay...to go back with him...but, the time is not right....not just yet.  I suppose we have to wait just a little longer.  How I wish I could share how many times the words "I love you" were spoken in just 10 minutes.  My heart was broken and rebuilt a thousand times in just one night.  And...if I had to...I would breathe my very last breath into him so that he might live and know I loved him that much.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my muse...we wished for and waited...our time is almost here.  That shining star...our little man...will be with us when it's time.  Remember...we are as one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-5559665572724401257?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5559665572724401257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=5559665572724401257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5559665572724401257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5559665572724401257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/07/rollercoaster-ride.html' title='rollercoaster ride'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-5368473478703420456</id><published>2007-07-12T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:28:12.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrity look-alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/16/09/81/160981_2325639e9179642fgl2713.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-5368473478703420456?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5368473478703420456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=5368473478703420456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5368473478703420456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5368473478703420456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/07/celebrity-look-alike.html' title='celebrity look-alike'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-3851343514985961742</id><published>2007-06-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:19:17.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>just got back</title><content type='html'>I was in Dallas for two weeks for a tradeshow.  The set-up was so much fun, but the hours were grueling.  We did 10-12 hour days, but the results were spectacular.  I had a blast with the gang and had a bit of drama as well, but nothing I couldn't handle.  I got my drink and dance on too.  It was so much fun, but I am tired.  I'm trying to wind down.  It's a normal work day tomorrow.  I'll be home for a week, then I go to Atlanta for another showroom set up.  This stint will only be for 5 days though.  I wish I was going to Chicago.  I think I'll be going to New York, though.  I'm not quite sure yet.  Anyway, I just wanted you all to know that I'm alive.  I've actually been able to write a few things too.  I don't know how I found the time, but I did AND I did homework.  I AM WIPED OUT!!  Anyway...night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-3851343514985961742?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3851343514985961742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=3851343514985961742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3851343514985961742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3851343514985961742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-got-back.html' title='just got back'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-7773077361608122872</id><published>2007-06-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:48:14.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Waiting for the sleep to kick in</title><content type='html'>omg...I'm soooo tired, but my brain refuses to cease!!!  ugh...I have way too much going on, but if I slowed down too much, I'm afraid I'd go crazy.  I suppose it's to be expected with all the changes going on in my life, but I sure wish it would stop some time soon.  At times, I feel absolutely on top of the world then literally 30 seconds later, my sobbing my lungs out.  This is totally NOT a rollercoaster ride I enjoy.  But, I always go back and think it could be worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start working on that painting I was commissioned to do.  Gotta wait for payday to get the canvases, though.  They're pretty big pieces!  Can't wait to see them when they're finished.  *sigh*  I better get to bed.  I have a lot of prep time ahead of me before my trip to Dallas for two weeks.  Gosh, I'm going to miss my kids.  It must be done, though.  Good night all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-7773077361608122872?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7773077361608122872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=7773077361608122872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7773077361608122872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7773077361608122872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting-for-sleep-to-kick-in.html' title='Waiting for the sleep to kick in'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-8507923272672350424</id><published>2007-06-04T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:21:55.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new....</title><content type='html'>everyone check out www.promiseoflight.org when you get a chance.  I submitted a new piece to James and it should be up soon.  Try it.  You'll like it :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-8507923272672350424?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8507923272672350424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=8507923272672350424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/8507923272672350424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/8507923272672350424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/06/new.html' title='new....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-6130482773181495051</id><published>2007-06-01T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:57:52.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>TONIGHT!!!</title><content type='html'>THE TOMKAT LOUNGE IN BUENA PARK.  I'M GONNA GET MY KARAOKE ON!  I'M SOOOO GONNA OWN THAT BAR!  LOL  HOPING FOR A KICK-ASS WEEKEND FOR EVERYONE!!  *SMOOCHES*  GOD BLESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-6130482773181495051?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6130482773181495051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=6130482773181495051&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6130482773181495051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/6130482773181495051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/06/tonight.html' title='TONIGHT!!!'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-3053873080108376282</id><published>2007-05-31T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:42:34.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing</title><content type='html'>I forgot to share this bad-ass commercial that my son, John, did.  Yes, this is all JOHN.  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eGt83ciSfno"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eGt83ciSfno" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-3053873080108376282?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3053873080108376282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=3053873080108376282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3053873080108376282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3053873080108376282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-more-thing.html' title='one more thing'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-2788997214615306148</id><published>2007-05-31T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:30:13.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost my mind</title><content type='html'>they say a picture says a thousand words.  what do you hear when you see these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f32/westcoastmama/morepics081.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f32/westcoastmama/morepics080.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f32/westcoastmama/morepics083.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f32/westcoastmama/morepics076.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-2788997214615306148?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2788997214615306148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=2788997214615306148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2788997214615306148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2788997214615306148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-my-mind.html' title='lost my mind'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-1092901006289331003</id><published>2007-05-24T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:25:56.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>The damn broke...</title><content type='html'>I've been writing insanely and almost manic to a point.  (Okay...maybe I am just a little, but no doctor has to tell me that!  lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's been going through my  mind.  So much to tell, not enough time to tell it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safety &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: wishing for relief &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I squint really hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make out an outline of...of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something far beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to know what that was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It beacons me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing that's almost shapeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, I KNOW what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safety comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I feel out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the money talking again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT THE HELL UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the world revolves coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money don't grow on trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's made of blood and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of them mine, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who's counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I bust my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is there to show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busted nose and skinned knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a timeworn face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with honest, lonely eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I started writing this, I had a really romantic image in my head.  You know, two people wrapped in a circle of safety within each others arms.  That was the image I was trying to build on.  I know I'm tired, but I didn't realize how much.  I feel so retarded.  I've gone into my class to work on my assignment three times this week and have just been so unsuccessful.  Perhaps it's the lack of motivation and the overwhelming sense to run and hide is getting to me.  So much on my mind...no...TOO much on my mind.  I should have been asleep too, but I can't shut the thoughts off.  Ah, well...look at all the writing I've done.  I'm finally able to purge creatively again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it looks like I'm going to be commissioned to do an art piece for a friend.  I'm rather excited about that fact.  It will bring in a much needed cash flow.  I so need it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my flight itinerary today.  It's going to be interesting and tiring, everyone says, but I can't wait.  I have to work on a special project tomorrow at work.  I'm going to try and close my eyes now.  Good night, everyone.  God bless you all.  Please pray for me and my family.  We can use all the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:46 PM  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; within &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: inspired &lt;br /&gt;Category: inspired Writing and Poetry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PUZZLE WITHIN A MAZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHISPERS BEHIND THE CURTAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIPS TO FINGERTIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETS ARE UNFOLDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS THEY STARE INTO CLOUDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHTNING OR THE PROMISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF RAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RHYMER KNOWS THE ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS THE ONE WHO LISTENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEYOND THE CRASHING OF THUNDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HEARS THE FLUTTER OF DRAGONFLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to a very special friend.  I was challenged and inspired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, May 23, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Coming &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: hopeful &lt;br /&gt;Category: hopeful Writing and Poetry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd thought that lifetime meant forever-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a breath of a millenium&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of Gods eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so slow in coming&lt;br /&gt;yet so easily left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been buried in the sand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locked in an amber chamber&lt;br /&gt;of should-have-done&lt;br /&gt;a fossilized dream, &lt;br /&gt;I crumble when exposed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self awareness is overrated&lt;br /&gt;true love-an illusion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness of "I wish" secrets hide &lt;br /&gt;slither-hither round the throat&lt;br /&gt;in coming, I fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, moonlight whispers soft&lt;br /&gt;and finds I am the platinum lining&lt;br /&gt;in that blue gray cloud &lt;br /&gt;that was trapped in his hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:47 PM - 2 Comments - 2 Kudos&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya I've been writing a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-1092901006289331003?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1092901006289331003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=1092901006289331003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/1092901006289331003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/1092901006289331003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/damn-broke.html' title='The damn broke...'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-8767406932545095072</id><published>2007-05-20T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:38:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleck....</title><content type='html'>how can moods change so much from one day to the next.  I hate this damn rollercoaster ride that I am on.  LET ME THE HELL OFF, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vesuvius/I Rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volcanic-I rage like Vesuvius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passions are great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even for promises &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that are not mine to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should go without saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but words must be spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of lava, I am the one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment scorches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peels flesh from bone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will smolder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the air has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have been &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snuffed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-8767406932545095072?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8767406932545095072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=8767406932545095072&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/8767406932545095072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/8767406932545095072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/bleck.html' title='bleck....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-4453038271595767930</id><published>2007-05-19T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:31:44.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING FORWARD!</title><content type='html'>So, I start school on Monday already!!!  I am soooooo not ready, but I'm doing it anyway.  *deep breath*  Keep me in your prayers, everyone!!! I need it.  School and traveling for work...wow...what have I gotten myself into?!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING BUT GOOD THINGS COMING MY WAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-4453038271595767930?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4453038271595767930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=4453038271595767930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4453038271595767930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/4453038271595767930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-forward.html' title='MOVING FORWARD!'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-745959725329983183</id><published>2007-05-17T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:16:19.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>another crosspost</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of wicker baskets and hope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current mood: :-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted and tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entwined and encircled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by joys and of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my self, I define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past and the present &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a constant reminder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who I shall become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held much-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will hold much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wicker baskets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-745959725329983183?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/745959725329983183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=745959725329983183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/745959725329983183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/745959725329983183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-crosspost.html' title='another crosspost'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-7849896716466524625</id><published>2007-05-15T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:48:14.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>a thought on Mother's Day/crosspost</title><content type='html'>My babies....knowing I did something right on Mother's Day &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: tearfully blessed &lt;br /&gt;Category: tearfully blessed Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, so far has been especially hard.  Having a 21 year partnership crumble in your hads is just not something anyone can easily deal with.  He filed for divorce a week and a half after our anniversary.  Ironic that we were married on Valentine's Day only for it to end right after.  We stayed together for all the right reasons and we ended it for all the same right reasons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was rough, but I still made it a point to buy my babies a treat for their nonexistant basket.  It was the first year I didn't make them anything and I felt like shit, but I made an effort because I am their mother and it wouldn't have been right.  Telling the family was especially hard.  My rlationship with everyone I held dear will never be the same.  My "sisters" are lost to me.  They're just sibblings to my soon-to-be ex and it kills me inside that I had to lose that.  But, why I expected different just astounds me.  I guess I was hoping they'd react more like me?  Wishful thinking on my part yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mother's Day was so hard.  I had to play happy-happy when inwardly I was dying a painfully slow death.  There were so many things my children said to me that were both so painfully true and so supportive at the same time.  They have always been my strength.  I have always been their greatest supports.  On that day they showed me all the love and support I'd given was truly being returned. Mike treated me,  Rich and Rose to brunch.  Rose said something only a 14 year old could say because she is wise beyond her years, and Rich held me up with his silent strength.  John could not be with us, but he made sure that I knew he was thinking about me.  He sent me a text saying that he loved me and called later in the day.  I am so very proud of my children.  Even as I cry through this pain and trumoil, separated from the one I thought I'd grow old with, I am still strong. THEY ARE MY STRENGTH AND I AM BLESSED.  Thank you, God, for showing that to me on Mother's Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-7849896716466524625?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7849896716466524625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=7849896716466524625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7849896716466524625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7849896716466524625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/thought-on-mothers-daycrosspost.html' title='a thought on Mother&apos;s Day/crosspost'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-454822610647623454</id><published>2007-05-13T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:48:05.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>I guess perfection just wasn't in the mix&lt;br /&gt;time to move out of the electric chair&lt;br /&gt;for a shocker somewhere else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is dating anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to find out&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting burned can do that &lt;br /&gt;to a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawl, then walk then run, I guess&lt;br /&gt;But who will catch me when I fall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-454822610647623454?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/454822610647623454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=454822610647623454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/454822610647623454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/454822610647623454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-3304017218501681258</id><published>2007-05-13T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:38:28.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce...pain....'/><title type='text'>Cross post from myspace/consumed</title><content type='html'>busted a mutha*****ng rant &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: bitter remains &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a child of nature-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kind a loving killer of my worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love everything till nothing's left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for myself still dangling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ass shit hanging over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not able to let go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consequences out of my control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still I roll...onward...forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off the edge of a cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke like a fuckin' egg, I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spilled my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all over the jagged rocks below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you laughed as I tumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spit on my remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't smile at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am consumed by the hatred of myself.  Why can't I just freaking let go of the past.  I get so pissed off that I can't just move on.  I am in the middle of a divorce and, even though it isn't final, my husband of 21 years has so easily found a way to move so quickly away from me...from family, from us.  I can't even begin to understand what the hell being single means.  Our entire adult lives encompassed us and that's gone.  I want it all to go away.  Just fade to black and never to return.  I wish I could just remember my children, their lives and nothing of him.  Please God...help me forget.  Death would have been easier to mourn....was easier....I lost two babies during my marriage and we never talked about it.  It hurt so damn much knowing there should have been more babies to hold, to nurse and to nurture. Now, I know that they are the lucky ones.  My children now suffer a loss that is named Divorce.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T DO THIS.  I HATE FEELING SO OUT OF CONTROL.  EVERYTIME I THINK I'M TAKING STEPS FORWARD, I FALL FLAT ON MY BACK ABOUT A MILE FROM WHERE I BEGAN.  I was so strong before.  I'm not strong.  I'm not...and I hurt.  I just want to give up.  Just once can I be weak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-3304017218501681258?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3304017218501681258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=3304017218501681258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3304017218501681258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/3304017218501681258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/05/cross-post-from-myspaceconsumed.html' title='Cross post from myspace/consumed'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-5752826932495823516</id><published>2007-04-18T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:35:16.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>he sits on an electric chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a deadman on his throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiles through blackened, broken teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrounded but alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as he shares epiphanies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd just sits and stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's just a fool in an electric chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken, broken, broken down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a deadman sitting on his throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electrodes for a crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when he shares epiphanies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause he's been broken, broken, broken down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels tried to take him home before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he rasped a laugh and told them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this is where he longed to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a king to many men today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but little did he know that was his chance to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he's just a fool in his electric chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a deadman on his throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiles through blackened, broken teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrounded, but he's totally alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been broken, broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-5752826932495823516?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5752826932495823516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=5752826932495823516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5752826932495823516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5752826932495823516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-902263131959115877</id><published>2007-04-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:15:47.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick as a dog.</title><content type='html'>Remember when I mentioned change and how it tends to kick my ass?  Well, I spent 2 1/2 hours in the emergency room in severe pain and uncontrollable shivers on Sunday.  They blew a vein in my arm trying to put the I.V. in, but the spot that was inserted properly on my hand is more bruised than my arm!!  They did a renal CT scan on me and did blood work, urine... the works.  Anyway, after all that, they administered a really strong antibiotic.  It turns out I have, not only a urninary tract infection, but I also have a kidney infection.  They cave me ibuprofen 600 for pain and swelling, vicodeine for pain (coz I was IN PAIN!!) and the antibiotic cyprosil.  So, needless to say, I didn't go into work yesterday after getting home after 1:00 a.m.!  ogm...and it's only the second week of my new job!  ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one would think that after 24 hours of having an antibiotic in your system, one that was supposedly REALLY strong, and a day of rest, one would begin to feel better, right??  That's if one is normal.  Apparently, I'm not.  My fever came back, the chills nearly chattered my teeth right out the pain in my hands and knees brought me to tears and VOMITTING came into play!  I ended up going to my own doctor again today, coz I new they missed something.  Guess what that something was?  You will not freaking believe me when I tell you, I guarantee it!!!  You ready for it??............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................I have freaking STREP THROAT ON TOP OF ALL THIS OTHER SHIT!!!!  But at least my doctor got the antibiotic right.  I've only taken on dose and I feel a difference already.  Oh, yeah, and I failed to mention that the emergency room doctor didn't tell me I have two small kidney stones in my right kidney.  wtf....that explains the pain shooting down my leg. Geez....I suppose if you gotta do something, you gotta do it right.  DAMN STRAIGHT in my case.  *sigh*  keep me in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-902263131959115877?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/902263131959115877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=902263131959115877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/902263131959115877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/902263131959115877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-as-dog.html' title='sick as a dog.'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-881187474312583666</id><published>2007-04-09T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:14:53.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>sometimes, like this moment, i wish I could sleep and never wake up from my dreams.  I wish that the earth would stop revolving and the sun would never rise or set again.  Sometimes I wish that I'd been born immuned to love, to happiness, to hope, to fear, to sadness.  I wish I was cold and unfeeling or just plain shallow and uncaring.  As much as I know that Juan and I are doing the right thing by letting each other go, it fucking hurts damnit.  It hurts.  Some people are lucky and they never know the feeling of their heart being ripped out of their chest and burned in a funeral pyre.  I'm raw and exposed.  I feel like I've been turned inside out and there is no one that can fix me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIX ME GOD.  MAKE ME CAPABLE OF BEING HAPPY AND LOVING AGAIN.  PLEASE....OH, PLEASE.....please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I could empty all my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;into oceans&lt;br /&gt;and swim within the streams&lt;br /&gt;swathed in amber sunsets&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if only I could scream my pain&lt;br /&gt;and leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I'd live again&lt;br /&gt;assured and knowing that &lt;br /&gt;I'd love &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if I could separate the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;from the sky&lt;br /&gt;and scatter all the color&lt;br /&gt;into pieces&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly tear the promise&lt;br /&gt;into nothingness&lt;br /&gt;so pain will let me go&lt;br /&gt;and I could love again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-881187474312583666?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/881187474312583666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=881187474312583666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/881187474312583666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/881187474312583666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/04/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-2141053395314749596</id><published>2007-04-04T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:21:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to update...here's the deal</title><content type='html'>this is what's been happening in my neck of the woods.  MAKE IT STOP!!  LOL  I've been posting, but mostly on Myspace...I know, I know...bad Mary, but I'm making up for it.  Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks the last page in another chapter of my life.  I'll be saying good-bye to some really wonderful people who became my extended family very quickly.  Strange, really...it doesn't feel like a year and a half has passed.  It happened so quickly, but definitely not quietly.  Today was a day filled with drama at the workplace.  All I can say is, "thank goodness I'm leaving"!!  Geez.  Too much drama going on all the way around.  I'm very tired, yet I can't seem to close my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing another chapter in my personal life too.  Packing and moving again, but, this time, into my own place.  I' kind of scared, but at the same time, I know everything will be fine.  I have so much to do and only three days to do it all.  Ugh...my head is spinning just thinking about it.  *sigh*  I better get to bed.  It's late and tomorrow IS my last day.  I'm moving out of my comfort zone in so many ways.  I have so much paperwork to do tomorrow.  Ah, well...good night, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;03 Apr 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; halo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: feeling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart lies weary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worn and aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much time has passed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness and hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still refer to us as "we"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if "we" are just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you" or "me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I stare at the great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a misty haze that covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a halo 'round her aura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a ring I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; the china cabinet &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: changing.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took the dishes out of the cabinet carefully, one by one.  with each piece of the floral china she remembered dates, events and times that came and went with every piece she wrapped and placed into the box.  there is so much history entangled within the delicate flowers of each plate; each bowl; each cup and saucer and, as she lifted the last set out of the cabinet, she remembered that a bowl was missing making the china just short of perfection, but what a perfect imperfection it was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29 Mar 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; strange.... &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: damn good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at Tall Mouse is April 5th.  It happened so fast that my head is spinning.  At least I get a 3 day weekend before I start my new job.  DAMN!!!  I can't wait for the new challenges that await me!!  I'm a bit sad though, coz everyone at the store has been so wonderful and have just been so saddened that I'm leaving, but are happy for me at the same time.  They have no clue how hard it was for me.  They became my extended family...however, I AM MOVING FORWARD AND FEEL PRETTY FREAKIN' GOOD.  Pray that this feeling stays long lasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....if I could just get back into my writing.  Oh, yeah...one more thing...I'm going back to school.  I'm bound and determind to get my BS in sales and marketing.  I may as well do what I'm good at right?!  I'm going to get my degree in finearts too.  NO, I'm not crazy...just determind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-2141053395314749596?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2141053395314749596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=2141053395314749596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2141053395314749596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2141053395314749596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-much-to-updateheres-deal.html' title='So much to update...here&apos;s the deal'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-1535649091960873094</id><published>2007-03-29T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:43:58.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that I just couldn't say....</title><content type='html'>life sucks sometimes....I'm starting in new life in so many ways...we're going to move again.  There is no choice since the hubby still hasn't been able to get a job just yet.  It'll be two months since he was laid off.  It's been rough, but, oddly, we've become closer, in a strange way...things are "different" now for us, in more ways than one, but he's a good man and we will be fine, together or apart...so weird...I just can't say anymore right now.  I'm weary.  But...it's all a part of the master plan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-1535649091960873094?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1535649091960873094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=1535649091960873094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/1535649091960873094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/1535649091960873094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-that-i-just-couldnt-say.html' title='things that I just couldn&apos;t say....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-5455198227070796799</id><published>2007-03-27T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:37:12.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big pay-off...a crosspost</title><content type='html'>Oh, my blog.....I've been away too long.  I have so much to say, so much to tell, but let me start with this wonderful little post :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pay off.... &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: blessed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said before, I got the job I wanted.  It's amazing what prayer will do.   The news spread like wildfire at work today.  Goodness!  Bad news travels fast!!  But, I am happy and very relieved.  This will bring in some much needed income and a sense of security.   I'm going to miss my extended family there, but they all understand and it's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth...just moving to another part of it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working for a great company that will challenge my brain as well as my creativity.  I am now a Key Account Exec.  *sigh*  That has such a nice ring to it!  One of my new duties will include traveling to trade shows (at least four times a year) floral design and merchandising.  I'm looking at some long hours, but at least they were up front about it.  FINALLY!!!!  I get to use the many things I have trained for.  I CAN'T WAIT!!!  It's scarey at the same time, though, but challenges don't scare me.  The only thing I'm afraid of is FAILURE.  But, even that doesn't scare me much anymore.  This is the right thing for me.  I interviewed for this on Friday and they gave me the position yesterday!  HOW'S THAT FOR BLESSED?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for new beginnings.  I feel so.....filled....and not just coz I had a snack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, all....thanks again for all your positive vibes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-5455198227070796799?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5455198227070796799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=5455198227070796799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5455198227070796799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/5455198227070796799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-pay-offa-crosspost.html' title='The big pay-off...a crosspost'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-2845825129620099180</id><published>2007-02-18T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:20:22.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and unmotivated...</title><content type='html'>I thought this was funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Elektra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/elektra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's really no superhero with more style than you.Because who could beat being sexy assasin ninja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Superhero Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-2845825129620099180?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2845825129620099180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=2845825129620099180&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2845825129620099180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/2845825129620099180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/02/bored-and-unmotivated.html' title='bored and unmotivated...'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-7052563642982998117</id><published>2007-02-18T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:25:08.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trials and tribulations</title><content type='html'>the past few weeks have been one hell of a ride.  After Juan's lay-off, it's been an adjustment, to say the least.  He's been job hunting now for almost two months.  There are a LOT of jobs out there, but no one has really given him any leads as of yet.  *sigh*  I am known for being an optimist, but I am being really tested.  I've been working on my resume and I can't freaking get motivated enough to finish the damn thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take some much needed "me time" at the end of the week.  I'm going to do some meditating/vegetating/nothing/everything for me/writing/sleeping and whatever else suits me time!!  It sucks a little bit coz it's supposed to rain this coming weekend and I was hoping to sit at the beach.  Oh, who knows....I'm crazy enough to sit in the middle of the rain anyway.  It's gonna be a little cold, but at this point, I don't care.  R&amp;R...yeah...hopefully I'll come back recharged and ready to look for another job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been so busy.  I love my job.  I am damn good at my job, but the company doesn't recognize the fact that I am the only manager of the four stores that increased their sales by almost 30K instead of losing that or more.  I won't be getting my much needed raise because I am being lumped in with the rest of the managers as NOT taking care of business.  So...how is it exactly I'm to stay motivated?  I just don't know.  My boss is aware of the situation and he backs me 100%.  He was pretty ticked when he found out I was being placed in the same category as the other managers.  It's good to know that someone recognizes your worth.  Unfortunately, he can't do anything about it, coz it's coorporates decision.  Well...it'll be a loss on both sides.  I love my clients.  They're wonderful and the trust one builds takes a long time coming.  I am sad and hopeful at the same time.  I figure all the bad shit has happened already, the rest of the year has GOT to get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to work on my resume&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-7052563642982998117?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7052563642982998117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=7052563642982998117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7052563642982998117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/7052563642982998117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/02/trials-and-tribulations.html' title='trials and tribulations'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-669162498609718204</id><published>2007-01-31T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:40:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cloud has been lifted...sort of</title><content type='html'>this is new...tell me what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wish it&lt;br /&gt;1/31/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the darkest of eves&lt;br /&gt;there is clarity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a wraith&lt;br /&gt;transparent and in limbo&lt;br /&gt;shifting forms&lt;br /&gt;from shadow to light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear the whispers&lt;br /&gt;in the droplets&lt;br /&gt;of the sacred night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fall upon the lids&lt;br /&gt;of your resting eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel me free-fall&lt;br /&gt;into winter&lt;br /&gt;as your lips taste the waters&lt;br /&gt;of my nothing-but-everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shall see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wish it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-669162498609718204?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/669162498609718204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=669162498609718204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/669162498609718204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/669162498609718204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/cloud-has-been-liftedsort-of.html' title='The cloud has been lifted...sort of'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-117022500948327792</id><published>2007-01-30T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:30:09.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMISE OF LIGHT</title><content type='html'>www.promisoflight.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enlighten yourself.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-117022500948327792?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/117022500948327792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=117022500948327792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/117022500948327792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/117022500948327792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/promise-of-light.html' title='PROMISE OF LIGHT'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-117022491463213653</id><published>2007-01-30T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:28:34.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been neglecting my poor blog....</title><content type='html'>Actually, I've been really sick too, but I'm much  better now.  My writing has really suffered.  I'm on complete overload and it sucks.  There is so much that I should write about, but I can't...not just yet, anyway.  So, what I will do is post a couple of things I've written.  Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentido&lt;br /&gt;1/24/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away for much too long&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there a cobwebs in the corners &lt;br /&gt;of my mind&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and, in so, I've been feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;for the passage of time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estoy sentido&lt;br /&gt;simplemente, y lo siento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The floorboards creak as I walk&lt;br /&gt;into this dusty, covered room&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the candles are cold, deformed&lt;br /&gt;puddles on a mantle&lt;br /&gt;without a hearth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a heart without a home&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;los fotos en mi menteme escapa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there is no moon here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;just echoes and the ashes&lt;br /&gt;of a long-dead pyre&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and I listen for the shuffle&lt;br /&gt;of your feet and the tapping&lt;br /&gt;of my heals&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as when we danced&lt;br /&gt;so long ago&lt;br /&gt;in the back room&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*untitled*&lt;br /&gt;1/30/07&lt;br /&gt;it's just a pittance, really&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for much-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my hand nestled in yours&lt;br /&gt;your heart bound to mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd dance at your feet &lt;br /&gt;and stare into your molten eyes&lt;br /&gt;and you'd know...&lt;br /&gt;you'd know&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd never wanted much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am but a firefly&lt;br /&gt;within a jar-shining brightly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;illuminating&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the darkest recesses&lt;br /&gt;of your troubled &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-117022491463213653?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/117022491463213653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=117022491463213653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/117022491463213653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/117022491463213653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-been-neglecting-my-poor-blog.html' title='I&apos;ve been neglecting my poor blog....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116914831018733787</id><published>2007-01-18T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:25:10.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And, this is....revised</title><content type='html'>I tripped on roots&lt;br /&gt;on life&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They rose &lt;br /&gt;and grasped my ankles&lt;br /&gt;like a vice&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I can't shake it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I fell &lt;br /&gt;a cloud of self-delusions&lt;br /&gt;covered me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So blind, I am&lt;br /&gt;to what is in my face&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I cannot form the words&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;too deep,&lt;br /&gt;the canyon grows&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And, I, within a wished-for&lt;br /&gt;drunken stupor,&lt;br /&gt;lie drowning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in an oceanic world&lt;br /&gt;I dare not call &lt;br /&gt;my "own"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116914831018733787?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116914831018733787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116914831018733787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116914831018733787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116914831018733787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-this-isrevised.html' title='And, this is....revised'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116902217936549543</id><published>2007-01-17T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:22:59.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not an easy task</title><content type='html'>a crosspost from my "myspace" page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally...a chance to write &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: muddled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a battle for the computer for the past few weeks...err, months, that is.  It's a drag trying to use it when there are three students in the house.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of practice.  My mind is a muddled mess of...of....LIFE!!!  I can't even begin to tell you how bent my thoughts are.  Purging hasn't helped much.  The urge to run away is great again.  Sheesh...when will I learn?  I'm in great need of some me time.  Some time in February should be good, I think.  I need to curl into myself and find that poetic voice again.  It somehow got lost in the mish-mosh of trying to keep up with the earth's rotation or something or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tripped on that root&lt;br /&gt;called life&lt;br /&gt;It rose from the ground&lt;br /&gt;and grasped my ankle&lt;br /&gt;like a vice&lt;br /&gt;and I can't shake it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I fell &lt;br /&gt;a cloud of self-dillusions&lt;br /&gt;covered me&lt;br /&gt;So blind, I am&lt;br /&gt;to what is in my face&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I cannot form the words&lt;br /&gt;too deep,&lt;br /&gt;the canyon grows&lt;br /&gt;And, I, within a wished-for&lt;br /&gt;drunken stupor&lt;br /&gt;lie drowning&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in a world&lt;br /&gt;I dare not call &lt;br /&gt;my "own"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well...that was not so pretty, but it's a start.  This is freakin' pathetic!  I can't concentrate long enough to tie my shoe let alone finish something worthwhile.  Shit...someone kick me in the head already.  At least then I'd have an excuse.  Grr.....I'm going to try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116902217936549543?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116902217936549543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116902217936549543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116902217936549543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116902217936549543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-easy-task.html' title='not an easy task'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116819249133577782</id><published>2007-01-07T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T10:01:15.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 7th!!</title><content type='html'>omg...how the hell did this happen so quickly?  I have so much on my mind that I haven't been able to break any of it into words.  It's a bit frustrating.  Let me first tell you of my last week of '06.  IT WAS HELL!!  Hmm...I guess I can do this best by listing all that has happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  WORK WAS BUSY AS HELL-WORKED ON XMAS EVE&lt;br /&gt;2.  I HAD TO PAY ALMOST $300 FOR MIKE'S FIRST SEMESTER TUITION&lt;br /&gt;3.  FOUND OUT HUBBY'S BEING LAYED-OFF END OF THIS MONTH&lt;br /&gt;4.  FOUND OUT THAT OUR CAR INSURANCE IS GOING TO DOUBLE BECAUSE MIKE NOW DRIVES &lt;br /&gt;5.  CUT MYSELF AT WORK (WHICH REQUIRED A VISIT TO URGENT CARE, A 1 1/2 HOUR WAIT FOR THE DOCTOR-NO STITCHES, THANKFULLY,-AND...AND&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A TETANUS SHOT!!!  (FREAKING SHOT HURT MORE THAN THE DAMN CUT!!)&lt;br /&gt;6.  SEVERE WRITERS BLOCK (HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING NEW IN ALMOST TWO MONTHS)&lt;br /&gt;7.  WENT TO 29CLUB AND CASINO IN PALM SPRINGS...DIDN'T WIN JACK!&lt;br /&gt;8.  BEEN GOING TO THE GYM EVERYOTHER DAY  (heh-something positive)&lt;br /&gt;9.  FOUND OUT THAT MY ANNUAL REVIEW WAS GOING TO BE TOUGH BECAUSE I'M ONE OF THE "HIGHER" PAID MANAGERS.  (SO, WHY THE FUCK DO I WORK SO DAMN HARD, EXACTLY?)MY RAISE IS NOW IN QUESTION....&lt;br /&gt;10.  FOUND OUT FROM DEAR JAMES THAT A FEW OF MY PIECES MADE IT INTO "FLOWERS AND VORTEXES"  (thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New List....&lt;br /&gt;1.  WORKED ON NEW YEARS DAY (AFTER STAYING UP TOO LATE AND HAVING WAAAAAAYY TOO MUCH TO DRINK)  Can you say fish out of water?  lol&lt;br /&gt;2.  JUST FOUND OUT THAT GETTING INSURANCE FOR THE FAMILY THROUGH MY COMPANY WILL BE RELIEVING ME OF MORE THAN A THIRD OF MY PAYCHECK EVERY TWO WEEKS!!!  OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;3.  GOT THE WRIST RECHECKED...THANKFULLY, NO PERMANENT NERVE DAMAGE, BUT FOUND OUT I'D BRUISED MY BONE SO I'M GOING TO BE FEELING TENDERNESS IN THAT AREA ANYWHERE FROM 3-6 MONTHS (OH, JOY!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  STILL GOING TO THE GYM, BUT ONLY TILL VALENTINES DAY COZ 24 HOUR FITNESS ARE A BUNCH OF FATHEADS AND REFUSED TO LET MY HUBBY PAY THE FEES ON HIS OWN TERMS.  STUPID ASSES LOST ALMOST TWO GRANDE!  WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;5.  STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN MY REVIEW-MAY NEED TO START LOOKING INTO ANOTHER JOB&lt;br /&gt;6.   WORK IS STILL AS BUSY AS EVER(I know I'm doing something right, coz one of my regular customers came in yesterday and place a $400 order.  Isn't the holiday season over already?) &lt;br /&gt;7.  OH!!  I HAVE STREP THROAT.  &lt;br /&gt;8.  I STILL HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO WRITE.  *sigh*  I have inclings, but nothing substantial yet.  *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KICK ME WHEN I'M FUCKING DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...maybe now that I've purged, I'll do better.  I hate bitching.  It does nothing for me, but make me feel ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO THE GYM!!!! I'll end this by saying all the shit happened already.  THE REST OF THIS YEAR WILL BE MAGNIFICENT!!!!! (Right, Lord?)  Yes....it will...  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116819249133577782?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116819249133577782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116819249133577782&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116819249133577782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116819249133577782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/january-7th.html' title='January 7th!!'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116802522943352434</id><published>2007-01-05T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:27:09.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>I wish I were not so much like the description below.  Empathy can be so painful.  *sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that we're already 5 days into 2007.  I have so much to tell about the past 7 days.  Wish I didn't have to go to work....be back later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone.  May this new year bring about wonderful changes for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116802522943352434?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116802522943352434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116802522943352434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116802522943352434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116802522943352434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116802501709596748</id><published>2007-01-05T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:24:24.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 2: The Helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect with people who are charming and charismatic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/"&gt;What Number Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116802501709596748?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116802501709596748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116802501709596748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116802501709596748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116802501709596748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_05.html' title='....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116802498333915072</id><published>2007-01-05T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:23:10.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 2: The Helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you.&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;You connect with people who are charming and charismatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Number Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish this wasn't so. Empathy can hurt so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116802498333915072?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116802498333915072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116802498333915072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116802498333915072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116802498333915072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116682610224017632</id><published>2006-12-22T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:21:42.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older</title><content type='html'>*sigh*  Yet another birthday.  How did 36 years pass so quickly and another come up even faster.  37....who'd have thought?  Do I get to stop aging now?  yeah...right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go out with the girls tonight to celebrate.  Miss you all.  Happy holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116682610224017632?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116682610224017632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116682610224017632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116682610224017632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116682610224017632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-year-older.html' title='Another year older'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116612262078819548</id><published>2006-12-14T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T10:57:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday strife</title><content type='html'>I NEED A FREAKIN' VACATION!!!!    *sigh*  I just thought I'd get that out in the open before I burst!  It's been a very trying holiday season.  I've been having issues with my car (it's in the shop for the third time in three months), work is too damn busy, and home is very trying.  There just isn't enough breathing time as of late.  The family has been going to the gym at least three times a week, so that part is good, but we're being faced with a really big change.  Juan's facing a layoff at the end of January.  He has something that he's been working on within the same company, but we haven't heard anything definite yet.  No time is ever a good time for a  layoff, but damn, why, of all times, NOW?!  I have to look into getting insurance with my job.  That's going to totally eat up my paycheck, but at least we'll be covered in case someone gets sick.  This bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose if I'd already gotten my raise and it was substantial enough, then I wouldn't bother with it so much, but I haven't so, I will.  Grr...such is human nature.  I just have to remember to slow down a bit and say just a few more prayers.  Anybody care to join me?  AND, I have writers block AGAIN, DAMNIT!!  I do NOT enjoy this mental overload, I must say.  It's so unbecoming and I can feel the gray hair sprouting.  ugh...let's just add vanity to it all, shall we?!  At least the kids are being understanding.  They all know how tough it's been lately.  We have good kids and I am very much blessed by that.  I know that this post was mostly pissy, but I also know that there are others not so fortunate out there.  My heart and my love and prayers go out to them.    This time in particular is one of the times I wish I had an unlimited amount of income so that I could share it with all those that I love.  The cash, I don't have, but the sentiment I do.  To my readers, all 4 of them, (lol)  thank you for your friendship, may you have a holiday filled with blessings and love.  And, THAT is how I'm going to end this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116612262078819548?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116612262078819548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116612262078819548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116612262078819548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116612262078819548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-strife.html' title='holiday strife'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116505062601638214</id><published>2006-12-02T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:27:44.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked-up kind of wonderful</title><content type='html'>Fucked-up kind of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put down  your weapon&lt;br /&gt;my transient incidental&lt;br /&gt;and look at me for once&lt;br /&gt;the knife is in your hand-&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You took from me&lt;br /&gt;the everything I gave...&lt;br /&gt;my love, my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were a beautiful mistake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep looking&lt;br /&gt;out this window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the trees that move&lt;br /&gt;within the breeze&lt;br /&gt;that's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stain, a scar&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful tattoo&lt;br /&gt;a fucked-up&lt;br /&gt;kind of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our story's still being written&lt;br /&gt;with pen that bleeds deceit&lt;br /&gt;and it will run&lt;br /&gt;until it's dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I become the beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;fucked-up liar&lt;br /&gt;that you are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116505062601638214?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116505062601638214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116505062601638214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116505062601638214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116505062601638214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/12/fucked-up-kind-of-wonderful.html' title='Fucked-up kind of wonderful'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116494989449213376</id><published>2006-11-30T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:50:07.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-make me/revised</title><content type='html'>simple&lt;br /&gt;like a blend of tea and honey&lt;br /&gt;stir me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisk in memories&lt;br /&gt;of laughter&lt;br /&gt;sorrow&lt;br /&gt;and light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll cower&lt;br /&gt;behind these eyes&lt;br /&gt;and all too ready&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;a dry, cold wind&lt;br /&gt;of mixed emotions&lt;br /&gt;molded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the sound&lt;br /&gt;of your voice&lt;br /&gt;and your touch&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg you, &lt;br /&gt;un-make me&lt;br /&gt;with your hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116494989449213376?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116494989449213376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116494989449213376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116494989449213376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116494989449213376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/un-make-merevised.html' title='Un-make me/revised'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116482308877629165</id><published>2006-11-29T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:58:53.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoken Funk...cross post from myspace</title><content type='html'>Spoken Funk 11/26/06-with continuation&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: chipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an ADVENTURE!! Trying to get to Miyagi's last night was insane. The Hollywood xmas parade threw the traffic on Sunset into a tizzy!! Timmi and I were worried that we'd be super late, so I called Juren and she was stuck in the same traffic! Geez. It was nuts. Not to mention neither one of us knew where the hell we were going!! We, well, I, must have made the valet in front of Miyagi's dizzy with the amount of illegal u-turns I made trying to get to the parking area. Timmi and I were rolling! It was like high school all over again! hee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to Miyagi's around 15 minutes to 7 and a few folks were already there for the promotional shoot. Music was playing and the scene was set! Lisa was wonderful. I'd almost forgotten the insanity behind the scenes, but it was exhilirating to say the least! The lights were set up and off to the red room everyone went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first set up was a group of folks with the wining and dining scene. Sexy-cool shots, if you ask me!! Woot! Next came all the women for a "girls night out". That was crazy! About 7 or 8 of us piled on top of or around this great red velvet couch...(hmm...reminded me of something...sorry went on a tangent!) and it was just plain funny. We had to "pretend" conversation, but, truth be told, we all hit it off wonderfully, so we really were conversing. I wish I would have had the foresite to ask for peoples numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third set of shots were hilarious. It was the co-mingling of guys and girls. EVERYBODY piled onto the couch! It was a crush of people. Oh, and by the way, can I just say that those lights were blinding AND FREAKING HOT!! LOL omg...it made for so much silliness. We were all plastered to each other! Oh, the madness!&lt;br /&gt;Then came the last set. Um, I did mention things being hot, right?! Yikes! This set was for the couples. (Timmi had so much fun teasing me about this one!!) I got to put my acting skills to use. The first two couples were absolutely adorable. I believe it was Shawn and Monique that got their photos taken first...so cute. They hit it off. Mm-hmm Then there was our actual couple(one of the open mic artists and her hubby). Talk about some steamy shots! THEY were a tough act to follow. omg...so Darnel, the gentleman I was paired up with for the shoot, was like, let's practice "looking into each other's eyes". I just started busting up. I couldn't look him in the eyes!! lmao. Freakin' Timmi noticed this fact and had the nerve to point out that I was BLUSHING!! ME!! I NEVER BLUSH! I said the lights were HOT!! So, our turn came next and Juren, the little minx, had me sit ON HIS LAP!! It was really hard to keep a straight face. We were supposed to make our shots look like "soap opera" scenes....um, okay! Let's just say, there should be some good shots from that one!All in all, it was hilarious and a good experience. He's a really nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...the evening to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuation 11/29/06.....sorry I took so long...full day of overtime this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops! I missed the bar scene...yeah we took photos there too. Those were fun. There was one set where a guy was trying to give his phone to another guys girl...mm-hmm... lol too funny! And the others were just a bunch of candid's a group of friends and the general "bar" scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a flurry of activity! 7:30 came and it was time for the show. Everyone grabbed their respective tables. There was no bad seat in the house. We were all STARVING and I must say the food was marvelous!! Drinks weren't bad either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juren and Poetri are the best hosts! This show was just LIVE!! The DJ was jumpin', Poetri is a grand MC! He is amazing a so talented. I was moved in so many ways. The open mic was just so.....damn....for a writer, I'm having difficulty finding the words. I suppose I can only speak for myself. I was touched by the talent joined together in that room. I laughed, was moved to silence from the depths of my soul, tears threatened like rain at one point and then I laughed some more. In a word...inspired. Yes, I was inspired. Since that evening so many, many things have been spriraling around my head-some lyrical, others melancholy, but they are there screaming to be heard. Perhaps, I shall be brave enough to venture on that stage as a poet on the open mic... That is a challenge and a promise to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot to mention the games. The entire crowd gets in on the act. Hmm...they did rock, paper,scissors; the question game, a scavenger hunt and, omg...I can't remember...with cash giveaways. THAT in itself was hilarious!! Timmi joined in on the fun. hee-hee...the stage called to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the eve, with happy bellies and hearts contented with the art of words and laughter, it was time to head home. Juren and Poetri, along with a few stragglers were on the stage doing a few last promotional shots. Somehow, Timmi and I ended up on the stage AGAIN for more shots in front of the logo. lol...With those done, we walked off the stage, gave Poetri and Juren hugs and a final thank you along with a promise to come back again. Such kinds souls. We will definitely be going again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116482308877629165?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116482308877629165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116482308877629165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116482308877629165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116482308877629165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/spoken-funkcross-post-from-myspace.html' title='Spoken Funk...cross post from myspace'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116464741791645411</id><published>2006-11-27T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:10:17.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*wink*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116464741791645411?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116464741791645411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116464741791645411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116464741791645411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116464741791645411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/wink.html' title='*wink*'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116431279831751462</id><published>2006-11-23T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:14:08.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>expletive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"from dictonary.com&lt;br /&gt;ex?ple?tive [ek-spli-tiv] –noun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1.an interjectory word or expression, frequently profane; an exclamatory oath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2.a syllable, word, or phrase serving to fill out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3.Grammar. a word considered as regularly filling the syntactic position of another, as it in It is his duty to go, or there in There is nothing here. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no other way how to fully describe how you feel without using one of these words. On this day, I am focusing on the positive and right that is in the world and I am daunted and absolutely disappointed in the negative attitudes I've seen from people who have so much to give to the world if they'd just get their heads out of their asses. This is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT. THE WORLD IS FULL OF GOOD AND RIGHT, SO GET ON THE BAND WAGON. YOUR LIFE IS SHIT BECAUSE YOU GIVE NOTHING BUT SHIT TO THE WORLD. IT'S CALLED KARMA. WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND. SO QUIT FUCKIN' WHINING ABOUT HOW MUCH YOUR LIFE SUCKS AND YOU CAN'T GET A BREAK. DO THE RIGHT FUCKING THING BY EVERYONE, STARTING WITH YOURSELF, AND THE REST WILL FOLLOW. THE WORLD OWES YOU NOTHING, GOD OWES YOU NOTHING. WE ARE ALL PLACED ON THIS EARTH TO GIVE OF OURSELVES, YOU DUMB-ASS. GET A FREAKIN' CLUE THAT EVERY DAY YOU LIVE, YOU ARE GIFTED WITH TIME. THROW IT AWAY BY DOING TIME, CRIME, WRONG, PISSIN' AROUND, TAKING SHIT THAT ISN'T YOURS, MAKING PROMISES THEN BREAKING THEM, AND GUESS WHAT, YOU'RE SCREWIN' YOURSELF. AND, WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, BE THANKFUL THAT YOU HAVE SOMEONE IN YOUR LIFE WHO GIVES ENOUGH OF A FLYING FUCK TO SAY SO. IF THIS HIT ANYONE AT ALL CLOSE TO HOME, THIS IS FOR YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, and guess, what? Even though this post sounded pissy, it has the greatest of intentions behind it. I am tested everyday, but sadly, and perhaps thankfully, it is out of the love that I hold for all that I know. There are and have been so many wrongs that have happened the past year. Let's not compile and complicate them. Let us all become the greatest warriors the world has seen. I am a carrier of light and I will bring you forward out of the darkness. Shadows only hide luminessence for a short time before it runs away to another side of the world. I am thankful for all of you and this gift. Today, the greatest expletive I have is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116431279831751462?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116431279831751462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116431279831751462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116431279831751462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116431279831751462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/expletive.html' title='expletive'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116424093269528504</id><published>2006-11-22T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:15:32.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everyone a VERY, VERY HAPPY THANKSGIVING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blessings to everyone!  Love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116424093269528504?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116424093269528504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116424093269528504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116424093269528504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116424093269528504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/wishing.html' title='Wishing'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116374279467693616</id><published>2006-11-16T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:53:14.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe/revised</title><content type='html'>When I posted the last poem I was in a rush.  I had to make sure I jotted it down or else I was afraid to lose it.  This version has a few changes, but it totally gives the sense of what I was trying to write in the first place.  It sucks what a headache can do to your creativity.  I'm just glad it's gone and the beauty of it all is that I was able to replace it with this!  I'm so glad I'm writing again.  I've been so stressed as of late.  Lots of change afoot.  Anyway, here's the revised piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe/revised&lt;br /&gt;11/16/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tip-tap-tap-flutter-flutter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart has wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold in the kiss&lt;br /&gt;you left me&lt;br /&gt;take in the hurt&lt;br /&gt;you kept behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seal up all the memories&lt;br /&gt;that blind&lt;br /&gt;stitch up the wound&lt;br /&gt;with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a song&lt;br /&gt;it's just a song &lt;br /&gt;I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, it's so loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you for so long&lt;br /&gt;been so long, I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;but I know it happened&lt;br /&gt;in November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tip-tap-tap-flutter-flutter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a song&lt;br /&gt;it's just a &lt;strong&gt;goddamn&lt;/strong&gt; song &lt;br /&gt;I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe?&lt;div 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title='Breathe/revised'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116372196014035788</id><published>2006-11-16T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:09:14.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;tip-tap-tap-flutter-flutter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart has wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold in the last kiss&lt;br /&gt;you left me&lt;br /&gt;take in the hurt&lt;br /&gt;that you kept behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seal up all the memories&lt;br /&gt;that blind me&lt;br /&gt;stitch up the wound&lt;br /&gt;with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a song&lt;br /&gt;it's just a song &lt;br /&gt;I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, it's so damn loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you for so long&lt;br /&gt;been so long, I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;so long ago&lt;br /&gt;one sad September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tip-tap-tap-flutter-flutter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a song&lt;br /&gt;it's just a song &lt;br /&gt;I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116372196014035788?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116372196014035788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116372196014035788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116372196014035788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116372196014035788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116370008642701019</id><published>2006-11-16T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:01:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh...</title><content type='html'>bleh... &lt;em&gt;"ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I'm missin' you.. tell me where the road turns...."Diana Ross...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so I never made it back the other day to finish what I was writing.  Still feeling really yucky.  I can't seem to shake this thing that has a hold on my throat, literally.  I'm still all froggish sounding and I haven't slept soundly at all in days.  Oh, I know, I'm an insomniac, but I haven't been staying up late.  I've actually been sleeping, but I've been waking up several times during the night with a horrible headache or just coughing coz my throat bugs.  I've been the walking dead and I still go into work feeling like this.  I have no choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm training two new people and it's tough.  I wish I could split myself into three so I can do what regularly needs to be done as well as the training.  See, if there were three of me, one could work, one could rest and the other could go on vacation.  We still share the same thoughts and we could rotate!  How nice would that be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  I've been taking this long walk down memory lane and it's been such a strange and winding road.  I'm browsing classmates.com right now sending messages to some long lost friends.  It's weird how much time has disappeared.  I don't feel 18 years older, that's for sure!  So, maybe my body tells me I am, somtimes, but I'd rather be in denial! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take Mikey to the DMV today for his written test.  I think he'll do great.  He just doesn't like to study, but when it's something he really wants, like driving, he'll make it happen.  Speaking of which.  I better get.  He has an appointment and I don't feel so good, so I'm gonna take some meds.  Catch you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116370008642701019?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116370008642701019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116370008642701019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116370008642701019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116370008642701019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/bleh.html' title='bleh...'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116257873612712433</id><published>2006-11-03T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:32:16.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this true?  hmm...you be the judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116257873612712433?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116257873612712433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116257873612712433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116257873612712433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116257873612712433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-this-true-hmmyou-be-judge.html' title='is this true?  hmm...you be the judge'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116257471407571874</id><published>2006-11-03T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:25:14.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More insanity!</title><content type='html'>Work and play....what can I say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w44.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w44.photobucket.com/albums/f32/westcoastmama/halloween/1162574210.pbw" height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0;" vspace="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116257471407571874?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116257471407571874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116257471407571874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116257471407571874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116257471407571874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-insanity.html' title='More insanity!'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116257438219654085</id><published>2006-11-03T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:19:42.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...it's not just for kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w44.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w44.photobucket.com/albums/f32/westcoastmama/halloween/1162544378.pbw" height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0;" vspace="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our crazy asses!!  The party was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116257438219654085?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116257438219654085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116257438219654085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116257438219654085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116257438219654085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloweenits-not-just-for-kids.html' title='Halloween...it&apos;s not just for kids!'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116245938920019704</id><published>2006-11-02T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:23:09.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>can't seem to shut my eyes.  my mind has been racing in about a thousand different directions and has gotten lost.  i'm so freakin' tired...both physically and emotionally.  i don't like rollercoaster rides.  can I PLEASE get off?!!  Why is it the strongest feelings of overwhelmed and depressed or sad make poetry flow?  Mayhap it's the extreme emotion filtering through me at the moment?  *sigh*  the moon isn't even full yet and i'm already reacting.  this one is pulling me in all strange kind of ways.  i don't like it....i'm tired and feeling very irritable.  gonna crawl under the covers now.  sleep...blanket me with rest, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116245938920019704?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116245938920019704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116245938920019704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116245938920019704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116245938920019704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116240165100108370</id><published>2006-11-01T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:20:51.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Within</title><content type='html'>She's been calling again-the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for every time I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She laughs at my aversion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing fully what lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my mind and in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the clocks tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning circles in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were in my bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands are clenched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding onto...what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, only she knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what dreams are trapped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within my pillow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116240165100108370?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116240165100108370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116240165100108370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116240165100108370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116240165100108370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/11/within.html' title='Within'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116223319242021090</id><published>2006-10-30T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:33:12.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY RULES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;80'S STYLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE # 1-YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT ANYTHING UNLESS IT HAS TO DO WITH THE 80'S.  IF YOU DO, YOU GET SMACKED. (THAT SOMEHOW GOT CHANGED TO TAKING A SHOT LATER IN THE EVE, BUT EVERYONE WAS PRETTY WASTED AND DIDN'T NOTICE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE # 2-YOU MUST CALL A "TIME OUT" IF YOU &lt;em&gt;ABSOLUTELY &lt;/em&gt;HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE 80'S OR ELSE YOU TAKE A SHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #3 (thanks Myra!)-DRINK!!  DRANK!!  DRUNK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #4-DON'T TALK ABOUT WORK OR ELSE YOU TAKE A SHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #5-LOSE YOUR CUP, TAKE A SHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there was another rule somewhere along the line, but, for the life of me, I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that people were a little wasted!  We had sangria, tequila, bombay, jim, ballatore and some other miscellaneous guests in the house and they got LOUD AND ROWDY!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...let's see....there was a fall-turtle-style(with only a vague recollection of it the next morning! lol)  A few people blew chunks!  I was excluded, THANK GOODNESS!!  80's music filled the night air till after midnight and thankfully no cops came knocking on the door.  I couldn't even keep up with the amount of shots that were doled out the very first hour and that's after we had already had a drink!!  All I can say is I'm so glad we didn't have any vodka!!  I was spared the chunkage this time.  Tequila is my friend...lol...don't trip, but this is my drink count.  I remember, so I wasn't that bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 glasses of sangria, four shots of tequila, a shot of cinnamon schnapps (totally gross!) My brother in law caught me off guard and handed me the shot.  It looked like the silver that we were drinkin' (duh)!  Bleck!  The after taste hit me like a brick!  omg...*shiver*...a couple of bear(oops, I mean beer...still drunk?lol) shots (coz Robert was wasted) and a glass of spumante afterwards.  hee-hee...and I wore heals all night!!  I surprise even myself sometimes!  I'll post pics later, I promise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116223319242021090?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116223319242021090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116223319242021090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116223319242021090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116223319242021090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/party-rules.html' title='PARTY RULES!'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116211606149813013</id><published>2006-10-29T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:02:54.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>connections &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: empathic &lt;br /&gt;A crosspost from myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a bond &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that none can undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it holds tight-a shackle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been in my circle again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tip-toeing that I felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the wind swept by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rustle and crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind my kitchen wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows me where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd been dancing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my shadow once again....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116211606149813013?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116211606149813013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116211606149813013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116211606149813013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116211606149813013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116187764770082596</id><published>2006-10-26T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:47:27.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shadowed</title><content type='html'>there are stars out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they blind me like the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;releasing tears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long withheld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet I continue to stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the eastern horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where heaven meets earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and light and dark collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shadows speak, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they enter the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my world spins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly out of control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116187764770082596?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116187764770082596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116187764770082596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116187764770082596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116187764770082596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/shadowed.html' title='shadowed'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116176379330007537</id><published>2006-10-25T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:13:56.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blather</title><content type='html'>wind sings cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gold dust shimmers&lt;br /&gt;light flickers&lt;br /&gt;and memories flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind won't answer-&lt;br /&gt;nothing but a sing-song&lt;br /&gt;sadness pays attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of this motherf**cking&lt;br /&gt;empty next to nothing&lt;br /&gt;bit of darkness&lt;br /&gt;that clings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't hold the past&lt;br /&gt;but the damn thing &lt;br /&gt;won't let go&lt;br /&gt;our hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the humming &lt;br /&gt;of electric current&lt;br /&gt;laughs in earnest mockery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116176379330007537?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116176379330007537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116176379330007537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116176379330007537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116176379330007537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/blather.html' title='blather'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116176020290973691</id><published>2006-10-25T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:10:02.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proud mama</title><content type='html'>CHECK OUT MY BOY!  This is John, my oldest.  He's fulfilling his dream!  Wish I could fly like he can....&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-teiPoE7nE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-teiPoE7nE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116176020290973691?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116176020290973691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116176020290973691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116176020290973691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116176020290973691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/proud-mama.html' title='proud mama'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116162091008885852</id><published>2006-10-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T09:32:48.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prepare</title><content type='html'>the wind whispers &lt;br /&gt;through the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gently carrying&lt;br /&gt;fall leaves &lt;br /&gt;to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cooler now&lt;br /&gt;slower, preparing &lt;br /&gt;for rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earth shall sleep&lt;br /&gt;for a season-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and awaken amidst&lt;br /&gt;the call for rebirth&lt;br /&gt;and a better day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116162091008885852?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116162091008885852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116162091008885852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116162091008885852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116162091008885852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/prepare.html' title='prepare'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116158341637370020</id><published>2006-10-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:04:51.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the absence of want</title><content type='html'>It's not the absence of want that has kept me from writing.  I, like Erin, have not had much to say.  It seems that many that I know and care deeply for are in the same kind of mental and emotional funk that I am in.  There are a million different things that I could or SHOULD be doing, but, for lack of a better excuse, I just can't seem to find the energy.  It's actually a bit of a major letdown for me.  I've been trying to be so diligent when it comes to writing/creating, but I've not been successful as of late.  Perhaps when the dam decides to break once more there will be another flurry of creative energy towards the NEED to create.  Ugh...I just don't know.  I've been down in the dumps lately and nothing seems to be able to pull me out of it.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday we're going to have a costume party 80's style.  You know, the big hair, lots of make-up and shoulder pads the size of football gear and all is going to happen.  I'm hoping that focusing on this little project will get me into a better mood.  I promise to post pics of the insanity afterwards....I wonder what people are going to wear?  This should be great!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....to focus on some sleep...love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116158341637370020?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116158341637370020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116158341637370020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116158341637370020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116158341637370020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/absence-of-want.html' title='the absence of want'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-116003517736250211</id><published>2006-10-05T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:28:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because I can't</title><content type='html'>I tried to turn my mind off early, but, as you can see, I'm posting this at almost 1:00 a.m.  I'm so tired...so tired...I don't know how much more of this my body or my mind can take. I just want to be alone....alone to silence my thoughts....to try to let go, no BREAK these chains that I am shackled to.  It's so hard to be where I am right now.  I try to be the happy-happy person...the love all, be all that I once was, but something happened to that person years ago.  I'm okay when the sun is out and there's a constant hum of activity to busy the mind, but lately....lately, when the shadows shroud my face, the tears flow freely, silently and there is no hand that will wipe it away other than mine...he'll never see them even as he lies quietly sleeping beside me, I'll never let him know that I still cry...that I'm still broken...that I don't know if I can heal to be the perfect mate that I used to be...tried to be, because....I can't.  It hurts because my ability to open up is becoming more and more narrow and he's trying so hard to win me back....to recapture what we were...to be young with me again.  But...I don't know how...I don't know if I can and it's getting us nowhere....nowhere...Can I please be nowhere for just a while?  Just so I can get grounded again and I can sleep without tears soaking my pillow case......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-116003517736250211?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/116003517736250211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=116003517736250211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116003517736250211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/116003517736250211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/because-i-cant.html' title='because I can&apos;t'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115997939980971120</id><published>2006-10-04T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:29:59.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Nightmare/revised</title><content type='html'>jealousy comes in many colors&lt;br /&gt;wearing masks full of promise&lt;br /&gt;and smiles from lips that lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it, felt it,&lt;br /&gt;loved it, bled from it&lt;br /&gt;find comfort in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;a tragic truth &lt;br /&gt;so undeniably me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks, E! I just needed a kick in the arse.  It's amazing what what three small words can do, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115997939980971120?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115997939980971120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115997939980971120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115997939980971120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115997939980971120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/beautiful-nightmarerevised.html' title='Beautiful Nightmare/revised'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115994639239179620</id><published>2006-10-04T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:19:52.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buzz....</title><content type='html'>I'm restless.  My mind is a jumbled mess of I-don't-know's, wish-it-was, and not-even-if-I-tried kind of thinking.  So much going on and simply not enough at all.  I took something for my allergies and you'd think I'd be sleepy, but even benadryl doesn't do JACK for me anymore.  At this moment...at this precise moment....I wish I was somewhere warm, (a beach in ANYWHERE sounds nice)my toes digging in the moist, soft sand, a cool breeze gently mussing my hair staring, no, memorizing all the pits and contours of the moon just off in the distance....oh, please....anywhere other than inside my head!  I think I could let go there, where no one knows me...just me, the sand, wind, crashing waves, the moonlit sky and my pen and paper.  I could write a thousand poems or none at all and be.....be....well, BE and like it!  I'd be content just to sit upon the sand, knees to chin, arms wrapped around my legs like a little kid, just listening to the many tiny voices of the night...of the world....of my heart.  Tears could mingle with the salt in the sand and it would be alright because I was there in the moonlight, the night sky raining down its shadows upon me and I would be...alright...I would love and feel the infinite that is love.  I could let go and "be".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115994639239179620?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115994639239179620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115994639239179620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115994639239179620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115994639239179620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/buzz.html' title='buzz....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115994550226574258</id><published>2006-10-04T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:05:02.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Nightmare</title><content type='html'>jealousy comes in many colors&lt;br /&gt;wearing masks full of promise&lt;br /&gt;and smiles from lips that lie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've seen it, felt it,&lt;br /&gt;loved it, bled from it&lt;br /&gt;find comfort in it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;tragic truth &lt;br /&gt;undeniable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115994550226574258?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115994550226574258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115994550226574258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115994550226574258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115994550226574258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/10/beautiful-nightmare.html' title='Beautiful Nightmare'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115950270581673356</id><published>2006-09-28T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:12:29.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In These Eyes</title><content type='html'>Perfect&lt;br /&gt;You were, to me,&lt;br /&gt;so perfect&lt;br /&gt;Even in your woeful ways,&lt;br /&gt;so perfect,&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes &lt;br /&gt;of this beholder&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Simple&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing&lt;br /&gt;so simple&lt;br /&gt;In this love, so rare,&lt;br /&gt;so simple&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes &lt;br /&gt;of this beholder&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;it was a lie&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside me&lt;br /&gt;was so twisted&lt;br /&gt;every little bit&lt;br /&gt;of you, so blurry&lt;br /&gt;within the eyes&lt;br /&gt;of this beholder&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You were the one-&lt;br /&gt;I was for you&lt;br /&gt;Above, below&lt;br /&gt;so simply perfect&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes &lt;br /&gt;of this beholder-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in these eyes &lt;br /&gt;of mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115950270581673356?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115950270581673356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115950270581673356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115950270581673356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115950270581673356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-these-eyes_28.html' title='In These Eyes'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115939678029841376</id><published>2006-09-27T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:39:40.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAYERS PLEASE</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law, Kim, has had another stroke.  This is mild in comparison to the one that almost took her from us, but it's a stroke just the same.  Please send positive thoughts and prayers to her and her family.  My nephews and niece need their mommy.  Thank you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115939678029841376?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115939678029841376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115939678029841376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115939678029841376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115939678029841376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/prayers-please.html' title='PRAYERS PLEASE'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115938030844690316</id><published>2006-09-27T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:05:08.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T EVER DO THIS</title><content type='html'>Okay...for those of you who don't have children yet, listen carefully, coz if I ever find out you let this happen, I'll have to kick your ass myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this woman, and I use the term loosely, come into my department looking for a frame.  She came in with her daughter who couldn't have been older than 18 months, a toddler for cryin' out loud!  Anyway, she's asking me all these questions about a frame which I don't have and in the meanwhile, she puts this toddler down and proceeds to turn her back on her while speaking to me!  OMG!!  First of all, you don't put a toddler down in a frame department (OR anywhere else unattended point of fact!).  HELLO...LOTS OF GLASS AND FRAMED ARTWORK ON EASELS!!  The baby's running around, mom doesn't know what the baby is getting into and I'M freaking out because I CAN'T SEE THE BABY and said woman is completely oblivious to the fact that her daughter is launching herself against these 24X36" frames and the only thing that's separating her little body from a lite of glass is a piece of CELLOPHANE!!!  GEEZ!!  So, what does this woman reprimand the little one about?  Playing with my chime because it was making noise.  LET HER PLAY WITH THE FREAKING CHIME!!  AT LEAST YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS.  THE CHIMES ARE SAFE COMPARED TO THE FRAMES!  That was the first time she paid any attention to her after she'd put the baby down and I'd already been talking to woman for  more than five minutes!  A freaking child could drown in less than that!  GRR.....Anyway, she decides to go out to her car to bring the photo to see if any other frame, other than the options I gave her, would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said "woman" comes back in with rolled photo and toddler again.  Proceeds to put the baby down AGAIN to see if other frame would work and all I could think about was WHY DOES SHE HAVE HER BACK TURNED TO THIS BABY?!  SHE'S GOING TO GET HURT!  Even before I could complete the thought of "She's going to drop something on herself" and TELL THIS BITCH TO GRAB HER KID the baby throws herself against an easel and the framed piece of art falls forward, the glass breaks on the baby's head and pins her under it.  That's when "mom" finally turns around to pick up her daughter to check if she's okay.  SHE'S SO EFFIN' LUCKY THE GLASS DIDN'T SHATTER!  Oh!  And the kicker...she was pissed 'cause her daughter had a shard of glass stuck in her hairline that she couldn't get out!  NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF SHE WAS TAKING CARE OF HER KID LIKE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!  AAAARRRRGGGHH!!!  It's not my job to babysit and to teach parenting!  SHE HAS NO COMMON SENSE!!  She knew she was wrong.  Her stupid ass when straight to the front door...didn't even bother filing an accident report 'cause she knew it was HER fault and we would've reported her to child services.  OMG!  I was pissed for hours.  It's a good thing Teresa came to the back right after it happened.  She saw the whole thing.  IF she hadn't come back there, I'd have cussed that woman out and that would've been the end of my job.  GEEZ!!  PEOPLE, GET A FREAKING CLUE!  UGH!  And all this in the span of two minutes after she came back into the store and put her daughter down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...my kids never pulled anything on top of themselves or knocked anything on the floor or broke anything.  I never LOST any of them either because I kept them close and where I could see them for their safety and well being and my sanity!   I just don't understand people  *sigh*  Sorry...thanks for letting me rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115938030844690316?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115938030844690316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115938030844690316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115938030844690316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115938030844690316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-ever-do-this.html' title='DON&apos;T EVER DO THIS'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115932201200101586</id><published>2006-09-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:53:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outta control</title><content type='html'>Chaos ran in circles&lt;br /&gt;as the platypus played &lt;br /&gt;in churning waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in thought again&lt;br /&gt;until I heard the angels speak&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus was dreaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He forgot to send me mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept much in forever-&lt;br /&gt;too much pitter-patter on the brain&lt;br /&gt;like ink dripping from the nib of a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inclinations splattered &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;across the wide screen &lt;em&gt;"de mi mente"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's fog covering the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;and curtains refuse to open&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is why I can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusal, plain and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I need...&lt;br /&gt;a phone call from a long lost muse&lt;br /&gt;and a shot of tequila to chase it down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115932201200101586?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115932201200101586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115932201200101586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115932201200101586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115932201200101586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/outta-control.html' title='outta control'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115879632054973388</id><published>2006-09-20T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:52:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes....</title><content type='html'>Okay, so you all know that I've been writing for quite a long time, thanks to the coaxing of some very supportive friends.  I've been working  on several things at once because I can't seem to get focused on just ONE thing, even though that would be the best, probably the easiest and most logical thing for me, right?  Pishh...who said I was easy?!  lol...Yeah. Yeah....I'm a goober too, but you like me anyway.  So I pulled out some of my old notebooks from, like, three years ago and read over some of my stuff. OMG...I was surprised.  The questions, like "did I really write this? This is so good!" and "WHY the hell didn't I finish this?"  came to mind WAAAYY too many times.  So, granted they all seemed a bit on the mushy side (I'm a sap and a hopeless romantic), to me anyway, and on the flipside, a tragic love story, but they moved and I didn't want to stop reading.  I wanted to find out what happened next!   So, the little scene and dialogue that's next is what came to mind.  So strange...my OWN writing and a small phone message inspired this.  Anyway, it's an imagined conversation between two characters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been months since they'd last spoken.  It was a nice meeting, lots of laughter and longing, but the reunion was shortlived and the happiness a calm, for  turmoil was to come.  She had been in love with him so long.  She couldn't even remember the last time she took a breath and didn't think of him.  To this day she knows when he's been in her circle.  She knew why he did it.  She was too needy, too ready to show how much she loved him and he was scared.  Scared that he'd never be able to let her go.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He'd never admit to anyone that he'd fallen so in love that it hurt to be without her, not to touch her, not to kiss her, not to make love to her.  He was weak and he knew it.  They both knew it.  So, he did what he thought he had to do to chase her away.  He had to do it.  He had to break her spirit, so they could both let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you, I love her."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the words she heard over and over again along with others she couldn't even bear to hear in her own mind.  All she ever did was love him...still love him&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The ringing of the phone shook her from her dark thoughts.  She answered without giving it a second thought as to whom might be calling.  It was him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Yo, it's me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She was in shock.  It had to be that because she couldn't possibly be hearing the voice that has haunted her in both the sleeping and the waking hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Yeah, well, I'm here and I....I just...I don't know....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do.  You wanted to apologize for hurting me the way you did and you didn't know what else to do because you felt that I was holding you back somehow.  Is that it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Yes and no, I mean...the apology...Um...I had to do it.  I was afraid I'd lose my little girl....that I'd&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She interrupts him tersely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I understand why you did it.  You would have been caught in a lie that would have blown up in your face and the only thing to do was get rid of the evidence!   ("Oh, God.  Don't!" She screamed at herself)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She starts again, trying to control her hysteria.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No!  Please...don't hang up.  I somehow knew you were close.  I'd been thinking about you for days and I...I wanted to tell you that, I do understand.  I'd told you before that you could tell me anything and you still can.  I thought you knew that.  I...I just want you to be honest with me.  I swear I'll fade to black if that's what you really want.  I swear.  Just...don't disappear like that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her shoulders slumped in defeat.  Her hand ached from gripping the receiver so tightly.  She'd never felt so helpless...so useless.  It was her fault.  She gave and he took it all without a second thought.  But, if she had to do it all again, she would, because she loved him...still loves him...though she'll never say it again to him, unless he asked to hear those words.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~I'm sorry.  I wanted to call you a million times.  I just didn't know what to say or what YOU would say!  I'm a bastard and I'm sorry.  I just wanted to talk to you.  Can we meet somewhere?  I have something for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"If it's another broken heart, I don't want it."  She thought to herself "This one, I'm still trying to glue back together".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~No tricks, just talk  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~"Please, God.  Let her say yes." he pleaded silently~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A long drawn out silence followed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where?  She finally said and an audible sigh of relief came from the &lt;br /&gt;other side of the phone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~At the coffee shop where we used to go at around 8:00 p.m.?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll call you when I'm on the way.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tell me.  Is this something you all would consider reading if I finished the damn thing?  :-)  Just send me a message and let me know.  Maybe you have some suggestions....yeah...Gotta go!  I'm being called to dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115879632054973388?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115879632054973388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115879632054973388&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115879632054973388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115879632054973388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/sometimes.html' title='sometimes....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115868675572641832</id><published>2006-09-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:25:55.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* empath overdrive</title><content type='html'>I got a surprise call from an old friend.  Unfortunately I missed the call, but I probably wouldn't have been able to talk from the shock of receiving it in the first place.  Lot's of stuff (that I won't ellaborate on at this moment) has happened since the beginning of the year.  Some good, some really bad...this is part of the good, but mostly the really bad.  Sorry...I know I'm being vague.  It's how I know to control the hurt.  So, yeah...NOW I on the edge of wanting to hear from said "friend" again or wishing they wouldn't call (yeah, right!  That's just me lying to myself).  Stupid...of course I want to hear from them just to clear the air and get a freaking apology and do some apologizing of my own.  Heh...I felt weird for a while now.  Guess now I know why.  And I thought I was just stressing about having Marlene (frameshop coordinator) at my shop all week!  I don't know why I ignore my instincts sometimes!  *SIGH*  On second thought, scratch that.  It's another selfpreservation thing...I won't lie.  Great...It's gonna be a WONDERFUL day!  Ugh!  Can I please crawl under a rock somewhere, please?!  Let's not do the day and say we did!  Okay, okay...I'm going.  Maybe work won't be so bad.  Pray for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115868675572641832?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115868675572641832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115868675572641832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115868675572641832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115868675572641832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/sigh-empath-overdrive.html' title='*sigh* empath overdrive'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115868612858274854</id><published>2006-09-19T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:15:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ghosts</title><content type='html'>there's been a ringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a constant ringing in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's been whispering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knew you were coming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you said a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I heard you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind can forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart can forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the body will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on that edge again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck in time in one place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where memories collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will NEVER be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're holding on too tightly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115868612858274854?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115868612858274854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115868612858274854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115868612858274854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115868612858274854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/ghosts.html' title='ghosts'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115800027538677387</id><published>2006-09-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:44:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cross post</title><content type='html'>*sigh* Ahh...Sade.... &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  contemplative &lt;br /&gt;Category: Writing and Poetry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"this may come, this may come as some surprise...but I miss you .  I can see through all of your lies, but still I miss you...he takes her love, but it doesn't feel like mine...he tastes her kiss...her kisses aren't mine. They are not mine.  He takes, but surely she can't give what I feeling now.  She takes, but surely she doesn't know how...Is it a crime...is it a crime...that I still want you....and I want you to want me too...my love is wider...wider than Victoria Lake...my love is taller...taller than the Empire state and it dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean...I can't give you more than that.  Surely you want me back....Is it a crime...is it a crime...I still want you and I want you to want me too....my love is wider than Victoria lake Taller than the Empire state Dives...jumps...I can't give you more than that...Surely you want me back....is it a crime...is it a crime?  That I still want you...and I want you to want me too....It dives jumps and it ripples like the deepest oceans...surely you want it back...tell me.....is it.....a....crime......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd have written this.  The words...oh, the words....*sigh*...brings to surface so many deeply imbedded emotions.  Strange what words can do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words....such power &lt;br /&gt;you bring forth the sting&lt;br /&gt;of a love that builds&lt;br /&gt;and breaks me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you move and shake me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;words...lies or truths&lt;br /&gt;power beyond comprehension&lt;br /&gt;and I bow and bend&lt;br /&gt;before you...for you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you are the strength&lt;br /&gt;I hold...cling to...&lt;br /&gt;within me&lt;br /&gt;you mold and set me free....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*See?!  I told you...I was able to let go for a while and write!  Praise be to words!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115800027538677387?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115800027538677387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115800027538677387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115800027538677387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115800027538677387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/cross-post.html' title='cross post'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115743536792929222</id><published>2006-09-04T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:49:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Take these words&lt;br /&gt;and mold them 'neath &lt;br /&gt;the heat &lt;br /&gt;of your wandering hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give them to you&lt;br /&gt;like a lover gives&lt;br /&gt;of herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press them to your lips&lt;br /&gt;and whisper softly&lt;br /&gt;so they fall unfettered&lt;br /&gt;upon the sunwarmed skin&lt;br /&gt;of my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;br /&gt;will gather them up&lt;br /&gt;and cradle them against&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115743536792929222?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115743536792929222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115743536792929222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115743536792929222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115743536792929222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115733696601250932</id><published>2006-09-03T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:29:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>*sigh*  It's been one of those days that challenge one physically, mentally and emotionally.  I feel extremely sensitive and a little sad.  I've run into so many people and made such wonderful friends and then I find something out that just disturbed me and made me feel betrayed, actually.  To those who've known me for a while, or have read me for a while, do I come off as someone ingenuine?  Have I ever given the impression of being unreal or a person with their own agenda?  I know that there are those out there who have been hurt because they were too trusting.  I happen to be one of those people, but that has never changed the fact that I still trust.  I'm just a little more cautious.  Does that make sense?  I mean, when people are kind to me or ask me a favor, I don't automatically assume they're trying to make money off of me or hurt me in any way or that I'm going to be used.  At least I don't think I do.  Geez.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably just forget about it, but the person who doubted me, I consider a very close friend.  Perhaps it was just while they were in the thick of drama that they mistrusted?  I just don't know.  Regardless, I just have to keep believing and hoping in the greater good of the world.  Otherwise, I'll end up to be a haggard old hermit without any friends or real connections.  I just can't see myself that way.  You know...I'll just say my little prayers and everything will be fine.  I know it will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and let go.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115733696601250932?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115733696601250932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115733696601250932&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115733696601250932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115733696601250932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/09/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115708223163921172</id><published>2006-08-31T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:51:55.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a busy day.</title><content type='html'>Well...today officially marked the end of the summer for me.  I took the kids to the beach for the last time and Rich and Rose both registered for the new school year.  I must say that this summer was just unusually short for me.  I just started having fun with my kids again and now it's over!!  Geez!  Where the time goes, I just don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I've been feeling a bit nostalgic lately.  I don't know if it's because the kids are going back to school or the fact that we're trying to push all the holiday items out in our store.  Perhaps a little of both...and the fact that the empath in me is going a little nutso again.  I'm getting those strange waves of energy again and I can't shake it.  Damn thing has me all turned around.  I can't seem to think straight.  *shakes her head*  I need another vacation, only this time it has to last at least 4 full days.  Ugh...jetsetting just doesn't sit well with me.  lol  Until then, however, I must deal with these overwhelming thoughts// dreams// feelings... Gosh, I'm tired.  Think I'll try to write something else.  Good night folks.  You're all in my thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115708223163921172?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115708223163921172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115708223163921172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115708223163921172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115708223163921172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-busy-day.html' title='what a busy day.'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115701725141805135</id><published>2006-08-31T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T02:40:51.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!!  finally!!</title><content type='html'>I was able to login the NORMAL way after two freaking weeks!! Please let this last.  Okay, so I haven't posted much on the count of writers block, frustration with the site and just plain being busy.  I really should be asleep coz I have to go to Rich's registration first thing in the morning, but insomnia will do funny things to ya.  So...here I am posting something new AND something silly.  My friend, Wanda, sent this to me.  Had me rolling on the floor.  Read on and you'll see why :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while going to the bookstore, a preacher passed a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;On the front lawn were six old ladies lying naked on the grass. He&lt;br /&gt;thought this was a bit unusual, but continued on his way to the&lt;br /&gt;bookstore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On his return trip, He passed the same nursing home with the same six&lt;br /&gt;old ladies lying naked on the lawn. This time his curiosity got the best of&lt;br /&gt;him and went inside to talk to the manager. "Do you know there are six&lt;br /&gt;ladies lying naked on your front lawn?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said. "They are retired prostitutes, and they're having a&lt;br /&gt;yard sale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snicker*  told ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....for the "something new"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk Through Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/31/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted the stars&lt;br /&gt;as they came out &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and connected them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;with imaginary lines&lt;br /&gt;until the sky was so full&lt;br /&gt;I could not longer see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It brought me back &lt;br /&gt;to sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;and moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;lying on the soft, green grass&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We stood here before,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you and I, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as dusk fell&lt;br /&gt;and the skies lit up&lt;br /&gt;with a trillion tiny fireflies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But, you were the one&lt;br /&gt;that blinded me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;your essence filled the heavens&lt;br /&gt;so that angels fell&lt;br /&gt;drunk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and so did I&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;once&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a bittersweet lifetime ago&lt;br /&gt;But I smile now&lt;br /&gt;as I walk through yesterday&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and remember what&lt;br /&gt;we were before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115701725141805135?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115701725141805135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115701725141805135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115701725141805135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115701725141805135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-finally.html' title='omg!!  finally!!'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115679241919422731</id><published>2006-08-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:13:39.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck, man?!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to log into this damn blog.  I've had to log in via comments on other blogs in order to post something.  Grr....I don't want to give up this blog, but irritations like this, well, it's just not something I need nor want!  *sigh*  It's bad enough to have writers block, but when the need hits you, and you can't even post makes it all the worse.  Sorry if that was totally incorrect grammatically, but this is how unmotivated I am.  I don't even have the slightest bit of inclination to fix it (LIES....It bugs, but I don't have time to fix it at the moment.) I just want to write.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is kicking my butt.  The closer we get to the holidays, the busier we get.  It's a good and bad thing.  It means job security to me, coz I'm doing exactly what I said I would, which is bringing back business to the frameshop.  But, on the same token, I'm so tired of working for someone else.  Ugh....we're never really satisfied.  At least, not at this moment.  I'm feeling the time crunch.  The end of the summer is near and that means running around like a maniac again.  It's been a mostly relaxing summer and I hope to hold onto it for as long as I can.  Weather permitting, I'll continue to go to Laguna Beach on Thursdays alone.  I've felt so relaxed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get.  Mike just called.  Gonna chat for a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115679241919422731?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115679241919422731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115679241919422731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115679241919422731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115679241919422731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-heck-man.html' title='what the heck, man?!'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115656878451360943</id><published>2006-08-25T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:06:24.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks</title><content type='html'>Every evening (9:30 p.m.) I hear the fireworks show from Disneyland.  Some nights it's more noticeable than others, like tonight.  I think the wind was blowing in our direction.  *sigh*  I love fireworks.  Brings out the kid in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one fireworks show in particular that I remember.  Richie's bday is the 4th of July, so he gets fireworks every year. On his sixth bday, we threw him a bday party and after dinner, the entire family, all 24 of us, went to Heritage park in Irvine, just across the street from our townhome to watch the fireworks display.  It was just craziness seeing so many people at the park at once.  Everyone was there.  Anyway, we found a spot where we could plant our very LARGE group and waited for the display.  It was a wonderful evening.  When the finale' was taking place, all the huge bursts of color exploding left and right, we sang happy birthday to Rich.  Even people in the crowd (people we didn't know) started singing and at the end of the show we all wished him a really loud HAPPY BIRTHDAY.  omg...seeing the happiness and glow on his face was just breathtaking.  I thank God for giving me children and allowing me memories just like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115656878451360943?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115656878451360943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115656878451360943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115656878451360943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115656878451360943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks.html' title='fireworks'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115656396123262545</id><published>2006-08-25T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:46:01.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gun-metal gray/or sepia.....</title><content type='html'>I'm conducting a little experiment.  I wanted to see how many hits my myspace profile would get just by changing my profile pic.  In a mere 24 hour period my page was hit over 100 times.  That's the most I've ever seen it jump.  And, I believe it's because of the photo I used.  My dear friend Wanda, who's a prof. photographer, took this great photo of me in black and white and I gave it to my husband for our anniversary.  Anyway, I found it interesting how looks affect this so much...bizarre, really.  I'm just ignorant.  But, I still found the outcome interesting.  I'm gonna change it back to a different one next week.  Why I use myself for experiments is beyond me, but I just do.  Sometimes, I'm just hoping against the normal compulsion for human reaction, I guess,  But, like I said, I'm just ignorant that way.  heh...now that I've written a lot about nothing, I'll let you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115656396123262545?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115656396123262545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115656396123262545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115656396123262545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115656396123262545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/08/gun-metal-grayor-sepia.html' title='gun-metal gray/or sepia.....'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115646268887496900</id><published>2006-08-24T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:38:08.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace cross-post.  A day at the beach</title><content type='html'>Laguna Beach...not just a tv show... &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  jubilant &lt;br /&gt;Category: Blogging &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach with the kids today.  We picked up the best sandwiches from Ralph's, brought a grip o' Gatorade and went on our way.  Stopped at my bro-in-laws shop (in Laguna Canyon) and picked up my nephews' Anthony and Giovanni and headed off to Laguna Beach.  Oh my gosh.  What an absolutely gorgeous day today!  The sky was the clearest blue I've seen in a long time.  The temp was perfect and the water was awesome.  The sun was a little stronger than the past few days we'd gone, so, um, let's just say I'm a little darker than I was the last! Yikes!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even brought the digital to get some shots of our fun in the sun.  Luckily, I got some really great pics of the kids just before the camera started acting up!  Ugh...I really need a new camera.  After it started fartin' around, I resorted to using Rose's disposable and a shot of my camera phone.   Thank goodness for other forms of technology!  As a matter of fact, I'm uploading pics into photobucket as I type!  I'm gonna put up another film loop.  These pics are fun!  Anyway, I just wanted to share.  These photo's just made me happy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="375" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://w44.photobucket.com/widgets/Bucketshow.swf?url=http://w44.photobucket.com/albums/f32/westcoastmama/&amp;name=LagunaBeach82406"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115646268887496900?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115646268887496900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115646268887496900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115646268887496900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115646268887496900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/08/myspace-cross-post-day-at-beach.html' title='myspace cross-post.  A day at the beach'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22017273.post-115603866558661441</id><published>2006-08-19T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:51:05.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah...this is me! But only to those that "GET" it!  lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Totally Sarcastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.&lt;br /&gt;And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22017273-115603866558661441?l=ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/115603866558661441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22017273&amp;postID=115603866558661441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115603866558661441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22017273/posts/default/115603866558661441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifwisheswerediamonds.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeahthis-is-me-but-only-to-those-that.html' title='yeah...this is me! But only to those that &quot;GET&quot; it!  lol'/><author><name>westcoastmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059344506558312028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lZWM3rdK-9o/TK0mV-OcilI/AAAAAAAAACI/LejykAs89S8/S220/l_d8895c135ddc4d6c8b8e52bf02a142b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
