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[05 Oct 2007|11:45am] |
hello.
I'm going to make a really good dinner tonight. pork chops, and crab pasta.
Kenny's at work, I'm at home. I have the day off so I'm going to relax, and be domestic. My hair is dark again. Our home is finally pretty much all together, considering we have been here since June. I read a book about a man and his wife living in a Zen monastery for 100 days. It was very interesting, old traditions with modern feelings and problems. It's getting very cold lately, and I kind of hate it. But when it was hot, it was toooo hot in this third floor home. Really nothing in this entry is important, I guess I'm just letting a few people know I'm alive and very well. Everything and everyone else is very minuscule to my life now. The internet and journals and i.m.s and myspace don't matter! Just the person you love, your family, health, food and our home.
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[12 Sep 2007|12:50am] |
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there was a spider on the wall, but it ran into the window and we couldn't get it, then we were hitting the blinds with sticks, but nothing happened. so i guess it is dead or went away or something. i have been researching spiders for the last hour, and i've seen some pretty gross pictures of spider bites and spiders. but, i think i've identified the spiders, or actually i decided they were the harmless ones, because i don't really remember what it looked like. i guess they are pretty harmless and don't bother anything. apparently kenny feels okay with it because he's sound asleep next to me, so i think i'll sleep too.
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[29 Aug 2007|08:56am] |
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what a beautiful day, it's morning time.
i like to look online for pictures of really big fish that people catch. fish are nuts, they get huge and weird looking. I also like to wake up in the middle of the night and eat hotdogs with my boyfriend and watch movies and then go to sleep again.
i had a dream that Bobby Brown was trying to take advantage of me in a church, I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall, and he was crawling towards me singing, 'it's my prerogative.' i'm dreamdictionarying that one.
i'm very happy right now, everything is busy and stressful, and there is no time to rest, but i love working hard for someone else, and i love knowing he is working hard for me/us too. hard work now will pay off later.
oh, i also love to have picnics on the floor.
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[31 Jul 2007|06:48pm] |
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i'm in love, and i like to look at the water and catch fish (actually, i catch, he touches the fish.) We like to cook good meals and read the newspaper. We like to make sure our fish clothes don't touch the bed and we don't wear shoes in our home, (with the exception of our back deck, shoes only) we like to go to the library and get cookbooks, and we like to watch Curb Your Enthusiasm and The Office, UK version. We like to get movies about deep sea life and bugs on Netflix and watch them in our bed and eat dessert. We like to get the Sunday newspaper and spread it on the floor, and go through them and make our shopping lists. Everything is so good.
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[24 Jul 2007|09:16am] |
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Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
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[16 Jul 2007|11:47pm] |
A year older now.
Working all the time and spending the rest of it with Kenny Kenny Kenny.
Fishing has become one of my favorite things to do lately, as long as the fish aren't ugly.
My birthday was nice, just family and boyfriend, the way it should be.
Our place is slowly coming together and it makes me happpppppppy.
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[15 Jun 2007|02:26pm] |
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in two weeks I will be living with my love, in love, by the water.
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[04 Jun 2007|09:57am] |
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With your actions, prompted and guided by your thoughts, you are always creating something. On this day, in this moment, the life you are living makes a real difference in one way or another. It is an awesome power, and yet it can be difficult to comprehend because it is usually so spread out over time. The little, seemingly meaningless things you do from moment to moment combine together to create the life you live. The most magnificent achievement you could imagine is, at its heart, built upon the recognition that every moment counts. To the degree that you acknowledge and act upon that reality, success will come your way. You are rich beyond all calculation, and yet that richness cannot be hoarded or hidden away. To be experienced and enjoyed, it must be lived out across the individual moments in each passing day. Live as though you have nothing to hold you back and everything to pull you forward. For in the richness of the moment, both conditions are true. Every moment counts, especially this one. Make it count for something wonderful. Ralph Marston
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[03 Apr 2007|04:04pm] |
As soon as the bad is over, good follows. always follows, follows.
So. I do have a chronic intestinal disease that's incurable. And it was a hard thing to hear at twenty. And i thought about my whole life and how it will limit all the things I've wanted to do. But then it got easier and I remembered how lucky I am. It doesn't shorten my life, just the quality of life. And then I thought, says who? How does anyone know what one's quality should, could, and needs to be? But I feel really lucky because even though I was/am sicker than I've ever been in my whole life, it could have been worse. There's always someone who has it worse.
Then I feel like I should tell you, that illness/cancer/bad luck/infraction/ill will doesn't discriminate. No one is too young or skinny, too nice, too rich or too healthy to be sick.
And I feel so good now. Not just my body, because that's not one hundred precent, and may never be. But my brain, and my heart, oh.. oh, my heart feels so good. Things are picking pickpickpicking up. Because sometimes bad things have to happen so you can realize how good things are supposed to feel like and be.
trees outside and inside, blankets and crossed legs, dinner and movies and tapestries, berries and kiddie pools, fishing and docks. Green houses and yards and bagush and sun.
may and miles,
Jenna
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[27 Mar 2007|07:24pm] |
“Blessed”
“If you woke up this morning
with more health than illness,
you are more blessed than the
million who won’t survive the week.
If you have never experienced
the danger of battle,
the loneliness of imprisonment,
the agony of torture or
the pangs of starvation,
you are ahead of 20 million people
around the world.
If you attend a church meeting
without fear of harassment,
arrest, torture, or death,
you are more blessed than almost
three billion people in the world.
If you have food in your refrigerator,
clothes on your back, a roof over
your head and a place to sleep,
you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank,
in your wallet, and spare change
in a dish someplace, you are among
the top 8% of the world’s wealthy
If your parents are still married and alive,
you are very rare
If you hold up your head with a smile
on your face and are truly thankful,
you are blessed because the majority can,
but most do not.
If you can hold someone’s hand, hug them
or even touch them on the shoulder,
you are blessed because you can
offer God’s healing touch.
If you can read this message,
you are more blessed than over
two billion people in the world
that cannot read anything at all.
You are so blessed in ways
you may never even know.”
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| Valentine's Day 2007 |
[14 Feb 2007|02:20pm] |
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything, if you want things
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
At 1:24 p.m. today, my heart overflowed with love.
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[12 Feb 2007|07:11pm] |
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I know many of you don't pray. but I need some prayers if you pray, some thoughts if you think and some good vibes if you vibe. I've been really sick for a few months, it's a stomach/intestine kind of thing. How's that for a real update, betches.
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[05 Feb 2007|08:21pm] |
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I'm still alive, but barely. I'm sick again, gastrointestinal doctor soon. Have a good night, sleep well.
cut ties. cut ties. cut ties. cute times.
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[25 Jan 2007|02:29pm] |
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happy birthday, etta. I haven't forgotten about you. No one has, we love you real bad, but we miss you more, if that's possible.
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[25 Jan 2007|11:42am] |
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fingers crossed.
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