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X--Foot in the door post, period.
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I remember this nun in grade school, and she said she knew this boy who was from another country, came here and started learning the language, gradually, gradually forgot his native language (he was adopted) and one day he just curled up in a ball, & I think was just yelling or crying. She figured out that he could not speak with meaning. He didn't know enough to know how to speak his feelings in English, could not remember enough to say it in his native language.

Just sort of interesting. An interesting nun, she wasn't all about rules and stuff, had patience, but would say if you were doing anything wrong.

She read us City of Lead and Gold, and The Secret Garden, in our last period, serial reading. I don't know how many weeks it took but not too long I'm guessing. I read the other books in the City series when our family moved to Cincinnati. I am in the library, the childrens section (because it's the only computer available) & I was thinking this is where I got the rest of the series, but no, it was in Saginaw. Butman Fish library. I googled the street view map for Saginaw a few months ago, came back & looked at it some more.

I made that separator just now for stuff that goes between paragraphs when switching subjects. Haha, now I can't remember what I was going to switch to. 

I am getting together a post with journaling and writing icons, which I hope to post at my LJ. I don't really have an icon journal, but maybe should get one. I think I have a name. 



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Love God and do what you please. ~ ST. Augustine.

I wonder if this is really good advice. What if you don't know God? And how do you know Him?
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This is from my brushes that I made from scratch, from my scans of my journal scratchings and shapes I drew. The egg shape is from the oval end of the on of the Bodoni characters in the paint text choices.



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I remembered something about my mother this morning, one of those things that get blocked out. When I was out of high school she told me that to get my license I had to go with her or older bro every time they went to the store. Seemed like a good idea but older bro didn't want to do it. She had taken me out doing general driving sometime before that, just going to places out in the bush so to speak, little towns. But she yelled and screamed at me the whole time.

She said it was how she taught the boys to drive. Well obviously it didn't work with me. I did everything she told me and it didn't at all work.

Obv. older bro just didn't cooperate, and stupid old susie (mom) just fucked up--and she had done some godawful things to me when I was a kid, did everything she could to keep me not talking about it or anything, then she's going to teach me to drive and scream at me when soon she'd be telling me how wrong it is to yell at people.

?

Bitch. I still hate her. I just can't say so to most people.
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Ingredients
  • 3 Mashed Bananas (ripe)
  • 1/3 cup Apple Sauce
  • 2 cups Oats
  • 1/4 cup Almond Milk
  • 1/2 cup Raisins
  • 1 tsp Vanilla
  • 1 tsp Cinnamon

Directions

  1. Peel bananas and mash into a mixing bowl.
  2. Add apple sauce
  3. oats
  4. and almond milk. Stir together.
  5. Add raisins. Stir.
  6. Add vanilla and cinnamon. Mix well.
  7. Use a spoon to scoop small-medium size amounts for each cookie and place on an ungreased cookie sheet.
  8. Bake the cookies at 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes.




http://thekindlife.com/recipes/healthy-oatmeal-raisin-cookies/

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Nov. 23rd, 2012 03:37 pm
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 I tried to put the storm window in my room again today, the upper storm and lower screen seem to be stuck at a slant in their frames. Because of that there are open spaces at one end of the frame, allowing bugs and of course heat or cold in. I can't fix it, the wooden framed windows are crooked in the frame also . IT is a result of the foundation of the house going flippy, I think, during the last drought, around 1999. The front porch had to be redone after 1999, and that's when the cracks in the wall and the worst fluorescing in the living room started, I think. 

Anyway, all I can do for one more year is put the storm in to block drafts and tape up the bits that let air in. =[

Exciting, not.

I was thinking on the way over here to the library that if I ever blacked out and said something in therapy I'd fall off my perch. Not that I am in therapy, but if I ever got back in and it happened it would be odd. I don't think I could lose that much control.

Then again I'm sure it's happened--well, kind of. I've at least learned of things after something got mentioned in therapy, like my mom doing something really sneaky and stupid, when I was a kid. Which I told my dad and he left for good, saying, "well, she is a good mother".


[edit, 6-10-2017: Not sure what I meant by if I ever blacked out & said something about it in therapy--maybe I felt I'd have been gobsmacked if therapy ever worked for remembering what happened to me, or I suppose maybe I never felt welcome to talk about these things in therapy, so I didn't.]

[edit 6.10.17 I'm taking this out because of the last sentence, editing the original entry]

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