maintained by
Candi works exclusively with each vendor, which helps in ironing out small details as well as with budgetting. She's not splurged twice, just once on the cakes, and has met some of the most wonderful people who have worked with us to make the day so special and personal: Dianne Smith of Brookdale Florist, Karen of Karen's Cakes & Cafe Pharr, and Randy of inFocus Photography.
I really admire and love Candi, and her determination and ability to stay grounded and sane in the most confusing, stress-filled, emotional, and wonderful times has reminded me each day how much and how much more I continue to love her.
perspective of intention's goodwill; "They
need a good, safe home," rings so softly as
to be passed by reader,
but is the hardest line to write.
Labels: about goats
- Terence Rudolph.
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purple passion plant had grown roots this week, but they buoyed themselves out of, and the leaflets into, the water. had to plant them right away, but the roots were so craned that they couldn't be in the soil with the leaves above. had to remove one leaf and the bend to put it back into the water to regrow roots. trying to save the split-off leaf, too.
new car .
the epitome of style,
justified by our place
in society's higher.
We are young, you and I,
and spend many breathings
of our hearts without
seeing one -others' movings,
though know we are
but voices away,
in feelings of warmth
long past any normal home's
bedtime.
We are young, you and I,
here to be as fore-thought
memories: the times
in change's grasp
as seasons looked
from distant past..
and I hold these times,
as real as you,
and know they are
but many in few
fleeted glimpses of
what makes us Us
and who we are
as who we were
before.
Sorry for the disjointed style; it doesn't flow for me, either. The message is out, though, and I can rework it later.
candi has this thing where she eats rye bread, and i love it, but it's hard to fit the slices into the takealongs rubbermaid containers for sandwiches. the containers are square, whereas the rye bread (cobblestone) is rectangular. very odd. i guess corners can be lifted and it will be okay.
candi just called from work and i loves that girl.
Special people helping special people.
in higher regard
than you can carry;
By doing this,
you allow yourself
to feel weightless
when you raise
half-way and
know you've
more to give.
I lower myself
to these words,
hunched and
cramped, I
give a relaxing
voyage from
thought to peck
but I never
leave them here, nah;
What's with that
sweet-bob of
body from
the music
left sit
on air,
to be
swum in
and dived toward;
What's the vocal/
verbal/viral
melody
swamping
my arms and
thoughts to the
sway of
the lightest dark
and
widest day?
Ah,
I love the cactus;
Who can love
that which
has too little
to survive
if not
for
it
be-
ing
who
it is/
you.
i wonder if they follow my words,
or i follow theirs?
what follows
if not following
itself;
what draws
but inks,
leaving tints
about what may,
what june;
i follow these and hope
they wallow in themselves
so i may, afraid, away,
walk in thought around
and leave no impression
of the sole,
merely follow
and forgottten.
i wind my time in wanderings of the self,
though selfish that may be, i
find myself through these times,
and hope to be in them one day,
instead of looking out;
as though a mountain in movement
of the rushing rock,
held but caught in constance.
which follows me.
he investigates
the lip of
toiletbowl
while i
release, and
he looks
inside, afraid
of stream
and floats
upward with
great haste
to avoid me;
i cannot help
but feel he
follows
in hopes
i'll soon be
deceased,
so he may
nit-pick
at which
side to begin devouring.
but
he follows me,
this friend,
and we enjoy
the blank scenery/
the mountainesque
landscape
of an apartment dwelling,
full-bright
with white walls and
wooden desk,
with brightest screen
in warm glow/
and i feel
he enjoys
this,
though wants
to be led out.
i can never sleep when i need to,
and need to when i can never sleep.
it's hard to sleep
when i know there's much to do
and all's ahead, while i'd rather not
wait, i'd rather go
and find my way in time;
it's much less a worry
of missing, as a knowledge of
more;
i'd rather go than stay here, but
i feel i'd be better with knowing
all i've yet to learn.
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