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rambling jones

displaced.

January 15, 2010

It is amazing to me how displaced life can feel.
It doesn’t necessarily have to be your own life, but if the life of someone you love is displaced and hurting – your life doesn’t feel the same either.
I am a protector. I fiercely love those in my life, and I do not take kindly to [...]

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the piano man.

December 16, 2009

six months ago my husband started talking and talking about learning to play the piano again. he played when he was small, and then a little bit in college, but he had never put much effort into it, and it was a regret of his.
i encouraged him, because i come from a musical family. my [...]

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energy boost me.

December 7, 2009

today i am dragging so badly.
i feel my body slowing down, and i keep telling it to stop, you still have 3 weeks to go before you get to go home for a couple of days!! but you know how you push and push and push yourself until you seriously aren’t sure if your socks [...]

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today.

October 20, 2009

today 3 years ago the weather looked like rain.
the wind was wild with October.
the leaves perfectly painted in golds, oranges and bits of fading green.
then the sun came out and we exhaled.
today 3 years ago i was 23.
you were 24.
today 3 years ago love was spoken, vows were taken, and just like that, the world [...]

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growing up.

September 14, 2009

over the years i have learned that growing up isn’t exactly what i thought it was all about.
growing up has been defined by going to college, drinking, bills, responsibility, success, marriage, and having children.
but as i actually do “grow up” i am learning that all those things have very little to do with growing up, [...]

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bulldog love.

September 10, 2009

i have loved bulldog’s as long as i can remember. the love started because of my father.
i grew up with english bulldog’s because of it, and have never wanted any other type of dog than a bulldog. i have weak moments when i see a boxer, mastiff, or pitbull, but bulldog’s consume me.
i bought my [...]

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