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Post by KittyLane on Jan 9, 2007 9:59:32 GMT -5
well it's snowing today, and that is the essence of Tennessee weather. sunny and warm then frigid and snowing!
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Post by dezzy42290 on Jan 9, 2007 23:23:25 GMT -5
HI SIS!!!!!!!!!! I AM IN YOUR ROOM HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 10, 2007 11:02:59 GMT -5
now your gonna make me blush!
and desiree stay out of my roooooom! lol
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Post by wiccafairey on Jan 14, 2007 18:03:21 GMT -5
I went through the same thing for 5 years. i am glad you shared it with us. and he will get his. i promise. NOTHING goes UNNOTICED
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Post by stormcat on Jan 15, 2007 0:22:35 GMT -5
Dear EK, This is a note from my Familiar Shadow. Bruce you sound like my kind of Tom! I also enjoy the birds, mice and grasshoppers (although they are a seasonal item.) Occassionally I get my claws into a Gekko. I don't know how you feel about Catnip, I indulge weekly. I also enjoy beating up the kittens running around here. I'm also involved in ritual magick, actually I run the show. It takes humans a long time to catch on! I would enjoy seeing a picture of you, see you later killer. xoxo Shadow
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 17, 2007 17:07:08 GMT -5
curious jordan clark
my little baby, jordan clark is so curious! he watches everything. he is very aware. if he is being held he insists on watching what you are doing. making a bottle? not without him seeing your every move. dont even think about putting him over your shoulder! he will twist and turn until he is around front again.
i hope this curious streak stays and does not get him into any trouble! i think he is alot like me, a watcher, a thinker, and has a little, tiny, itsy bitsy temper.
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 17, 2007 17:07:27 GMT -5
adventurous tyler andrew
my oldest son tyler andrew is so excited to be alive. its hard not to smile or laugh when you are around him. he has a great imagination. so dont forget if his imaginary friend is sitting in that seat! or if he hands you a imaginary baby, dont drop it! i have been scolded before....lol.
tyler thinks on most days he is a, "super hero", and i dont tell him other wise. he will pretend to be spider man, and climb, yes climb the door frame. scared the you know what out of me when that happened! he sings and misses alot of the words but sings all the same. no shyness, pure happiness.
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Post by stormcat on Jan 17, 2007 22:50:46 GMT -5
Sounds like the adventurous world of kitty! Hey did he learn all that climbing from Bruce? LOL>^..^<
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 17, 2007 23:19:32 GMT -5
probably i didnt think about that. bruce is the only cat i have ever seen to climb a tree up and down.
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Post by wiccafairey on Jan 18, 2007 9:10:06 GMT -5
LOL! How do you find time with two bounecing boys?! I just have one 3 year old to deal with untill her brother comes home from school. then they kill whatever I have done(cleaned) in 5 mins.
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 18, 2007 11:00:01 GMT -5
LOL well i am usually really tired. i am teaching tyler to clean up his room. organization is key! without it i would be a total wreck.
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 21, 2007 22:55:19 GMT -5
~~~ i thought this was very important to add. i learned a very valuable lesson in 2006, in my journey of knowledge, that you have to let go of the past. in doing that i went to visit my father in prison. risky yes, crazy some would and did say. BUT i felt in letting my anger, grief, and fear go i could better know myself. plus i had a true fear of this man. i had built him up so enormously in my mind i was a nervous wreck. so i went with my aunt to visit my father whom i had not seen in over ten years. i had no idea what i was going to do. i told myself, if i wanted to walk in and look at him, then walk out- that i could. i held that thought close in my mind. you have to be searched before entering, and on a list, so he knew i was possibly coming. i had to let a female officer pat me down, and look in my shoes and in my socks;to make sure i was not smuggling in anything. they stamp your hand like you are at a club, you know those blacklight stamps that glow? then we went through the medal detectors, and having done that we are sent to the first series of locked doors. these huge metal doors slide slowly into the wall, you show your hand and the guard lets you through the next series. at this door you tell the guard who you are here to see, and the felons number. next, you get to enter. the room was crowded with felons and their families. everyone was making a bee-line for the vending machines. there were board games and cards to entertain the kids, and guards at almost every elbow. i half expected him to be waiting there for us. but we had to wait for him. i saw some friends there(this is the hilariously humiliating part) and said hi. they knew why i was there. everyone in this city knows my history. i said how good it was to see them all and wished dennis well(a middle school crush!) then sat down on the concreted table. i kept on looking up at the door where the prisoners where coming in from. not yet. more waiting. i was getting nervous. i looked down at my hands and thought, do i want to leave? then looking up i see a bald man, and know instantly its my father. my stomach rolls. i look back down, weighing what to do next. should i leave now? tell him off? still sitting there, he embraces my aunt. then sits down and says, hello tiffany. i look at my father, this man who took so much away from me. this man who gave me life. this man who i looked like. this man who was once apon a time my dad. i said hello. he asks how have i been, i reply fine. i look down at my hands again, and he talks to my aunt awhile. when my aunt gets up for a soda, we are left alone at the table. (there is a dull roar of conversation, so not really alone!) i ask him about his tattoos, and he tells me he has done them himself. they are surprisingly good for the jail house tat's. he has one written in gaelic. i ask him about it, and he is surprised i reconise the script, and i know what it says. he tells me he is a wiccan, and has a group in the prison. they have been meeting for years. i am shocked by this, most of all. i say nothing of my own path choice. my aunt comes back and we talk about books, not surprisingly my father and i have read alot of the same books. i know that i got that passion from him. i tell him about my family and my upcoming birth(about 4 months along with jordan at this point) and he says he hopes he can have future communications with me. i said we'll see. my aunt and i leave.
my head was full of thoughts and compairisons between us. its hard to only have one living parent. i basicly lost them both at the same time. having that thought, i dont want to not acknowledge the fact that i dohave one parent alive. he is just a person who has hurt me in my past. NO i have not forgotten what he did to me, i never will. NO i do not trust him. But forgiving him, that is my private release. i have. i had to let that go. i cannot have all the love for my children and have all the hate for this man in my heart too. there is simply not enough room.
i feel better for having done that. i know not everyone can do that, and not everyone understands. but that is what makes me - me...
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 21, 2007 23:38:14 GMT -5
happy birthday mom. you would have been 42 today. i know how you hated getting old, but i would rather you be old and here! its been twelve years. i have almost lived as many years with you, as i have without. i hope you have peace, and check in from time to time on my boys.
love tiffany
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Post by stormcat on Jan 23, 2007 20:36:51 GMT -5
You do what you've got to do. >^..^<
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Post by KittyLane on Jan 23, 2007 21:23:21 GMT -5
thanks storm
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