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Interests: Tea, Yorkshire, London, travelling, funny people, watching people run marathons, theatre, kickboxing, watching other people work, talking to people
Expertise: Tea, Yorkshire, London, travelling, funny people, watching people run marathons, ignoring the cries of little children, listening to people
Occupation: Operations
Industry: Nonprofit
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Member Since:
8/27/2005
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| I got a notice from Xanga saying I hadn't used the site enough recently and they were welcoming me back. Has it really been that long? I guess I'd better think of something to write about then... bear with me... | | |
| I saw this guy at a conference last month. Watch this, it is amazing!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbndgwfG22k | | |
| Well, it's been two weeks and I feel that I should say something. Not that I feel I have found my voice, but I owe some words...
I lost a child. Not in the way that you go to a mall and lose your keys. But in a traumatic, painful, bloody mess all over my bedroom, an ambulance and a hospital. I'm using "bloody" as an adjective here, in case that word offends you, there really isn't a good substitute for it. It began at 5.30 in the morning and the "birth" was over by 6.30. But my body wasn't finished. There were complications. I was losing too much blood and losing contiousness. I guess if you were paying attention it might have looked like an episode of ER, but I didn't notice. I could hear voices, but was only aware of the Wales' face looking at me. Then there was a mask on my face to help me breathe, tubes and leads attached to me and an operation.
I lost so much blood that I have been pretty weak and I feel like I lost two weeks of my life that I couldn't live. But I haven't lost that time. It is so much a part of my life. These past two weeks have been really important to me. I have seen smiles on peoples' faces. I have felt the soft breeze outside on my skin. I have watched a caterpiller crawl across rough ground. I have watched the rain drip slowly through the leaves on the tree outside my window.
They say that having a baby changes you. Well, I have been changed by this little baby. This little, perfectly formed baby that my body held, but I never did. Where there was once a new life growing inside me, there is now emptiness. Each new life brings us hope and now I feel hopeless. I am empty for losing this life, but I am full because I once had life and hope growing inside me. I know I will be hopeful again. But, for now, I have to just wait for all the wounds to heal. | | |
| Does anyone know why it is called "Labor Day"? I have no idea. I mean, no one "labors" on Labor Day since it is a holiday. None of the kids are at school, people don't usually work (unless you are an ER nurse/doc or work in retail!). So, what's it all about?
I, for one, intend to not do very much at all on Labor Day. I intend to do exactly what I'm doing right now, which is lying on the sofa, watching tennis players labor away at the US Open and playing on my laptop.
Happy Labor Day everyone, I hope you have a great holiday and don't have to labor too! | | |
| I'm crying with happiness... we can still celebrate freedom on Independence Day and there really is justice in the world!
Just read this:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/6267928.stm
Such great news. I'm happy. There are no other words for it... | | |
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