hahahahah!Hoehaoheoahae!Brokehip Mountain?
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hahahahah!Hoehaoheoahae!Brokehip Mountain?
What did you feck up girl? Talk it out and we will all tell you positive things to lift you up.Good evening.
I went to our family home yesterday to have lunch and celebrate Mother's day. Cool.
My mother is 80...81 years old. She is beautiful. Truly, she is beautiful.
She's little. 5' 2" maybe weighs in at 105 pounds (soaking wet, holding a brick in each hand). She has her make-up on, her hair (wig) is fleek AF and she has on the cutest top on with smashing pants. (You don't notice her orthopedic shoes cause she just rocks her outfit.) We hug and I take in her scent. She smells of cookies, safety and warmth. (Yeah, warmth has a scent.) She smells of HOME.
I few weeks back I was dragging azz. Totally fecked up and despondent. I was in some serious trouble. I went home and I walked into her bedroom. We looked at each other and I fell into her arms. Into her bosom. And I cried. I just sobbed. Ugly crying. Can't catch my breath making moaning sounds. And she held me. She rocked me in her arms and hurt with me. ( Ya, ya no llores. Ya no llores, mi cielo, she said rocking me.)
Looking back, I should not have done that. She is old and not on top of her game. Have mercy, I could have killed her. I won't do it again but...it's what I needed. What I could only find in her. Sanctuary. Home. Peace.
She has her faults. (She gave me ANOTHER JC Penny gift card, for example. ) She has her faults (big, gigantic, enormous, YUGE faults) but that's okay.
If I'm very, very lucky and blessed, she will continue to give me JC Penny gift cards for a long time.
Peace.
Why is the SKMB the best? Because a thread begun on the topic of feeling a certain malaise about Mother's Day evolves(or devolves,I suppose)to pictures of Earl Anthony and Richard M. Nixon...
Malaise is a good word for how I started the thread......
.... and a good thing to change for the mood of the thread.
U guise iz da best.
(((Sig))) Peace in the struggle to find peace.Good evening.
I went to our family home yesterday to have lunch and celebrate Mother's day. Cool.
My mother is 80...81 years old. She is beautiful. Truly, she is beautiful.
She's little. 5' 2" maybe weighs in at 105 pounds (soaking wet, holding a brick in each hand). She has her make-up on, her hair (wig) is fleek AF and she has on the cutest top on with smashing pants. (You don't notice her orthopedic shoes cause she just rocks her outfit.) We hug and I take in her scent. She smells of cookies, safety and warmth. (Yeah, warmth has a scent.) She smells of HOME.
I few weeks back I was dragging azz. Totally fecked up and despondent. I was in some serious trouble. I went home and I walked into her bedroom. We looked at each other and I fell into her arms. Into her bosom. And I cried. I just sobbed. Ugly crying. Can't catch my breath making moaning sounds. And she held me. She rocked me in her arms and hurt with me. ( Ya, ya no llores. Ya no llores, mi cielo, she said rocking me.)
Looking back, I should not have done that. She is old and not on top of her game. Have mercy, I could have killed her. I won't do it again but...it's what I needed. What I could only find in her. Sanctuary. Home. Peace.
She has her faults. (She gave me ANOTHER JC Penny gift card, for example. ) She has her faults (big, gigantic, enormous, YUGE faults) but that's okay.
If I'm very, very lucky and blessed, she will continue to give me JC Penny gift cards for a long time.
Peace.