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Colitis To Ostomy

So I feel quite bad I’ve had these stickers from theColostomy Associationfor awhile now and I completely forgot to write about them can we blame baby brain?!

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Happy Birthday, Misha! – http://wp.me/pHXAJ-2iw

I admit, I started watching Supernatural purely for the Jensen Ackles fix, and of course, fell head over heels for the whole show.   I try not to fangirl too much, and while I still think Jensen (and just about the whole cast) is amazing… if I could choose to have lunch with anyone in the world, it would probably be Misha Collins.  He seems to have the most fascinating background… and before Random Acts (randomacts.org) when he did his first charity run, I could tell how much he truly cared about making a difference in this world and instead of being a typical celebrity just enjoying the fan worship he realized he could harness that “power” and use it to bring good things to the world. 

I feel like he’s always tried to give back to his fans even more than he feels we’ve given him.  He’s one of those rare people who got some fame and actually deserved it.

Next year I’m hoping to do gishwhs (can you believe that was one of the few words this new phone didn’t try to replace or spellchecker? HA! ).  I can’t wait.

Happy birthday, Misha!

Fear

My brother just shared this song with me.  Really really just perfect.  Thanks little bro ❤

 

Blank

I was an empty canvas, I had finally started to paint.

At long last I’d found courage to take up the task,

And I did slowly learn to create.

 
Bit by bit, I shed the scales of fear, but I had only just begun.

A toe, just tipped in the water, years of hiding to be undone.

 
I might have been so beautiful, but you broke into my place.

And I never can stop asking “what else might have been built within my space?”

 
And so, a toe pulled back, hiding  again in fear.

Burrowing ever so deeper to find some safety, even still, after all these years.

 
And yes, I am enraged when I let my fear be known

How else should I expect to feel, when my life has never been my own?

 
You held a fragile piece of what just might have been,

And with a mighty force you shattered it, brought the creation to an end.

 
And so I stand here, a painting I cannot complete.

At times I want to take up the brush, but my will’s become so weak.

 

… A brush here, a dab there… still I paint the best I can…

With hope one day this painting can still reveal exactly who I am.

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REMEMBERING THE VICTIMS – http://wp.me/p4OkcG-1XL

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I just really liked this.   And i really like her blog.  You should check it out.

God Doesn’t Go to Church – http://wp.me/pnvsY-NP

and that’s what I got

A story, in two songs.

Hear me…

… or not.

Holy shit the WHY

Even if nothing else in this song made sense, WHY is perfection.  There are no other words.  Which is good, ’cause I’m still short on them.  Just holy shit, the WHY.  (Flaw- Fall Into This)

“Fall Into This”

Torn away from all that matters
And led by the wrong intentions
I know it wouldn’t be too easy, not yet
To go somewhere I’m afraid of
It’s made of…

Thoughts I’m receiving, making me say
That I know I’ll just be there once again
Lord I’m lost and then I’m tossed
Thoughts I’m receiving, making me say
That I know I’ll just be there once again
No…

Wrong, nothing really matters
If I was gone, would it make you any sadder?
I feel half as good as normal, you know
To steal – what to steal – what’s already taken
Here I go again…

Thoughts I’m receiving, making me say
That I know I’ll just be there once again
Lord I’m lost and then I’m tossed
Thoughts I’m receiving, making me say
That I know I’ll just be there once again

I think you know,
That you did this to me
I think you know,
That you did this to me
I think you know…
That you did this to me, you did this to me!

Why?!
You did this to me, I just want to know
Why?!
You did this to me
And it starts

God I’m losing sleep again
God I’m losing sleep again
And I feel my way
Thank you for making me talk
God I’m losing sleep again
God I’m losing sleep
And I failed, I think you know

Eff (it’s that day again)

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