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November 25, 2007 by redbandana
I pray for you each and every night. I ask God to let you know that you made the right decision. I ask him to give you comfort and to help you along your path. I ask him to tell you that I love you and that I am not angry. If I know you, you are worried about me. But babe, I am ok. You prayed and got your answer, so it's only right that you follow the path down which the answers lead you. You are strong and I have faith in you. I love you.
March 23, 2007 by redbandana
I am childless and husbandless for the next few hours. And I have a clean (well clean enough) house!

I barely know what to do with myself!

I think I will start the time off with a hot as I can get it bath, maybe with bubbles in a dark bathroom with my favorite music.
After that I am going to curl up in my bed in my pajamas with my laptop and maybe a book.
I might watch some old Tour of Duty episodes or Stargate SG1.
I thought about making donuts, but then I would have to clean up after...
March 8, 2007 by redbandana
The beverage industry has done it again. They've tried to improve on an already perfect product. There is nothing better than an ice cold Coca Cola straight from the can. The kind where the first sip makes your nose bubble, your eyes water and takes half the enamel off your teeth.

But now they've jumped on the health-nut bandwagon and have come out with a vitamin fortified Diet Coke Plus.

Vitamin fortified??

Sure, I have no problem with the added vitamin D to my milk and the iodine in...
March 8, 2007 by redbandana
The beverage industry has done it again. They've tried to improve on an already perfect product. There is nothing better than an ice cold Coca Cola straight from the can. The kind where the first sip makes your nose bubble, your eyes water and takes half the enamel off your teeth.

But now they've jumped on the health-nut bandwagon and have come out with a vitamin fortified Diet Coke Plus.

Vitamin fortified??

Sure, I have no problem with the added vitamin D to my milk and the iodine in...
March 7, 2007 by redbandana
I've decided since all of my most recent stuff was depressing and sad I would pull something else out of the barrel.
This is an untitled piece of fiction that I started working on a couple of years ago and never finished. Perhaps it is time to dust it off and see what I can do with it.

My mother gave me a lot of advice over the years; don't talk to underwear, wear clean strangers or something like that. I never listened much. But I'm pretty sure she never mentioned anything about what to do ...
March 4, 2007 by redbandana
I am the last girl child born to the ruler of the spear and the defender of mankind
Who lived among the mustangs and the cowboys until she was two.
I am the child who played lab technician and bill collector and caught fire flies in jars that still smelled like pickles.
I am the girl with freckles and dog ears who loved cinnamon toast and Lawrence Welk.
Who stored petrified wood and wheat pennies in her treasure box.
Who dreamed of having 10 kids and never thought she would ever have a boy...
February 27, 2007 by redbandana
He tells me that I am strong.
So why do I feel so weak?
Why do I want to beg him to change his mind?

He doesn't understand that HE gave me strength.
I was able to get through anything knowing
he was the prize at the bottom of the box.

If I were half as strong as he thinks I am
My heart wouldn't be breaking.
Instead I would be able to see it's for the best.

But I have no choice.
I have to be strong.
He needs me to be strong.
Perhaps that is what strength really is.
Doing what i...
February 8, 2007 by redbandana
I'm lying in your arms
my back nestled snuggly against your chest.

The warmth from your body
makes me feel sleepy and content.

My fingers are laced through yours
as we talk of all and nothing.

Emotions swimming through my blood
making my heart beat faster.

I am loved. I am cherished. I am wanted. I am needed. I am yours.

I sigh from contentment and then reality
as I realize I am alone.

I'm lying in your arms
although I am 5000 miles from HOME.
January 30, 2007 by redbandana
My therapist tells me I am normal.
She wants me to try yoga.
I want my memory erased cause it hurts too much to remember the way it was.

I want to forget the way he looked at me.
And how his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

I want to forget the way he held me.
And how I've never felt more safe in another pair of arms.

I want to forget the sound of his voice.
And the cute way he said my name.

I want to forget walking around the corner.
And knowing my life was forever changed.

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