Do you think you could drop by and leave some birthday wishes for her? I bet she would just love that...
I have a new post from the
Angel Like Beings
if you’re interested drop by
Love ya....
Hope your having a nice day
and caring
you need to make yourself know how special you are.
New post on my blog come read it if you have time
I hope you've been doing okay. TTYL.
This will be my last entry here at Bravenet. I haven't found a new home as yet but rest assured that I will keep in touch with a few friends here because I love you guys. I'm tired of blogging..or attempting to that is. I'm tired of talking crap actually....I'm done with pretending to be happy when I'm not, I'm fed up with holding my tongue. It's already bad enough not being able to talk about things in person with a friend because there are none! and still not feel comfortable doing it online. So that's a big sign to give it up...it doesn't help me at all.
Anyways... Take care .
Love,
Leenie 
. Marcus has been walking for about 3 weeks now just in time for his first birthday, Oct.23.

. He will be mad at me for posting it but he has dropped so much weight I think he looks great
. I actually quit after 30 minutes, shameful I know. It goes for an hour and a half and at the beginning of the session you are told to forget about everything you have to do after and of course, I couldn't stop thinking about it after that...lol. I took lots of shots of Tom in weird positions but I'll be good enough not to post those ones...

. Too many visits from work he said. I guess he committed blog suicide and didn't bother to tell me. Anyways... I have thought of killing this part of my life off too at times.... since having Marcus I have been stuck for words, I have no real free time to sit and think and I can't find the freedom within to be the person I once was on here...a drama queen of sorts. I can't bring myself to do it though, I live in hope that I will be inspired once again...or find a better direction for putting my thoughts out there. I miss my freedom here, it was never for popularity, I can't deal with being popular.Tom laughs at me every time I say "oh no" when I open my messages in Deviantart and I'm not popular by comparison to some people on that site. I have been featured by others several times this past month and that generated a load of people favoring my stuff and watching me. I just clam up....
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but he wasn't with them....I expect he had to walk a little out of his way to get back to class. Not a lot bothers me , I'm pretty easy going but when someone steals like that it makes me pretty mad. People that do not respect other people make me mad. That scooter was Alex's Xmas present from her Dad
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. It's a tough 90 day workout program using weights, yoga, kempo, plyometrics etc. It's incredible... I can feel muscles I didn't know existed..and that is because the last time I actually "worked out" was in 8th grade, many moons ago now. It really works too, and I have seen flab and bellies bigger than mine and I will keep going knowing that there is real hope for me...lol. I can't do push ups just yet but I'm building up my arm and shoulder strength with weights instead. It's hard work but fun. The Ab ripper routine really kills, very intense. So hopefully come Xmas we will have lost quite a bit. It takes 60 days to really notice any major change but we shall see...No more Bourbon and Coke binges (because I can't stand diet coke mixed with that
) That's the only time I really rip into pop. The water where we live is absolutely gross, thick and minerally until Tom finally put a water filter system on the other day, now it just tastes like straight rain water and I'm drinking it all day. They have another program called Turbo Jam and I really want to do that once a day too... I'm just happy I have Tom doing it with me, so much more encouraging. 
. I am in my ultimate frame of mind when there is silence, no nagging...no whining...no anything. This would have to be the first night in about 3 weeks I have been "alone" this early. 


. I think we left at the right time seeing as though there were some massive storms that afternoon and night. I think Tom's parents are still without power 2 days later. 
. Looking forward to moving on.... I'm tired of feeling the way I do lately.Something has to change. Not feeling sorry for myself mind you...I'm positively depressed at the moment...lol.






For being faithful visitors and wonderful friends
. Managed to dye my hair....and that's about it really. Tom started on his novel that he has had planned since before I met him and wow, he is good. Really.
. I am pretty amazed actually. He has something with this
I already have 10 Add requests for friends from complete strangers....
and I'm not feeling THAT sociable lately. It's new so perhaps one can make some money. Anyway..here is the link in the picture below.

. It means a lot
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. I was getting really mad and ready to go back to a corded version. It's highly annoying to try and type and it's missing all the N's, only to go back and put them in and having the keyboard spit out 3 or 4 extras N's.....arghh! I'm not to fond of the letter N now.
It has only been like that for a week.
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He is starting to talk...Mama , Dadda and he likes to rock to good music...lol. He is growing much too fast. He is a wonderful little man and I'm enjoying him immensely
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. I have spent the majority of my life missing this man
and it has only been made worse by living in a far away country. Of course..... this whole deal is space shuttle launch pending...he really wants to see that happen in the flesh. I'm really pretty excited
He has never met Tom or two of his grand kiddies and Alex and Jack have grown since our Badu Island days
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. I hate the phone ringing at that time...you expect bad news but it is usually only Toms Mom, worried about something totally imaginary. 

I shouldn't complain...better to have than to not, right? Either way, I'm self conscience now










. I love to stir him, I like to play the tree hugger / animal lover. The truth is, if he is going to eat the kill, go for it..... whatever makes him happy
. I also like to make him feel important to me, I often tell him I can't do something because "I'm just a girl
"....stirring again. Sometimes that works
. Other times I surprise and take care of a manly task myself because I damn well know I can do anything if I try. I wish I could do that more often because he prefers that and it's rare. I have just never wanted to not need my man. I fear the day I don't need Tom.

. I only really start to talk when I have had a few and my mind starts to wander , until then I am happy with my own thoughts.


About time !
. Jack picked a fight with her the other night, way after bedtime by throwing a Hotwheels car at her and hot her in the head. Alex in turn threw it back at him and hit him in the head....only she had a little more behind her throw and put a nice little gash above his eye. I think it took about 1/2 an hour before she figured out there was no way she could get away with it and came and told me. Tom and I both go downstairs and Jack emerges from his room with blood all over his hands and face, slightly shocked but more " wow, I'm made of this ?" Alex felt bad and was crying...Jack had been crying but they had made up before she came and told me. The pair of them have such short tempers and I'm having a hard time trying to stop them from being physical. He will have a 1cm scar now, almost a bullseye. Kids....
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Life is busy but it's not THAT busy that I can't update this a little more often.... there is no excuse really, I'm just having a hard time with time management I suppose. I tend to waste a lot of that.
....he is still a happy baby, already creating havoc getting into mischief as he crawls all over the place. Tom dreampt I was pregnant again which made me laugh....he knows I could have just kept on having babies...so it was his nightmare not mine. It had to end though....I'm over it. I will embrace Grandmahood when the times comes and there is no rush, I'm only 36.



. Even though he can be emotionally detached at times, we still have that special bond... and somehow he knows when I'm not feeling too hot.