diddy
Posted by PJoyLynn , 6.11.2005 9:28 PM
blog diddy blog diddy blog blog blog
blogging
blogging
blogging again
(guitar solo)
sing to the song of the wack diddy wack
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sing to the song of the wack diddy wack
Knees
Posted by PJoyLynn , 5.27.2005 10:24 PM
It's hot again.
The kind of weather that makes me sweat behind my knees.
The time of year when my daughter was born.
Summer.
Maybe that's what we should have named her.
ho hum
Posted by PJoyLynn , 3.19.2005 12:00 PM
blue again
to quote my husband in one of the first emails he sent me
"being blue sucks. there must be a high suicide rate among smurfs"
still makes me smile
pictures from the coast and one of my girl
Posted by PJoyLynn , 2.26.2005 1:41 PM
exposed
butterfly one
rocks
jim with me turning 30
my baby girl - olivia ann
all things grand
Posted by PJoyLynn , 2.24.2005 10:04 PM
it's freaking me out.
the wrinkles around my eyes.
the sag of the skin on my face.
even my hands are starting to look aged.
it's happening.
life.
love.
and all things grand.
after writing this post, i found this
song speaking to me.
a happier spin on it all.
love
Posted by PJoyLynn , 2.18.2005 6:32 PM
"i got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.
where?
down in my heart.
where?
down in my heart.
i got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.
down in my heart to stay."
i think this was one of the jesus songs i used to sing in my high school youth group.
fellowship of christian athletes. wow. that was a long time ago.
but, i digress.
i was just singing this to myself as i was cuddling with my kid.
ain't nothing greater.
knock knock
Posted by PJoyLynn , 2.15.2005 9:39 PM
i don't knock when i go to my mother's house
my mother knocks when she comes to my house
she is open
i am closed
"love comes knocking
but you won't let it in"
sing it
self entitlement
boundaries
self establishment
nutter butters
whoop di doo
Nuts
Posted by PJoyLynn , 2.02.2005 9:29 PM
My husband tells me that eating nuts helps cure depression.
Pick your sick little mind out of the gutter or stop giggling.
I ate about three or four, ok maybe 5, handfuls of blue diamond smokehouse almonds, which distinctly remind me of my childhood and my father.
I don't know why.
I figure I must be real depressed because I couldn't stop eating those fuckers.
Seratonin, enzymes, whatever.
All I know is I've got this awful taste in my mouth and a gritty coating on my teeth.
Feels nasty.
My stomach feels like it's sinking into my pelvis, and I'm not entirely convinced that I won't throw up.
Distraction from depression.
Ain't no seratonin ezyme crap going on.
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