That's what I'm doing. I've worried some of you, and I didn't mean to. It's just that I started blogging because I thought I was funny, and then it turned out that the joke was on me. Heh. Life's a bitch like that sometimes.
In the past few days I've been abysmally sad. And sobbing. And maybe a tiny bit bitchy. Fortunately, Zube Boy is running for Saint of the Year. Because otherwise I'd probably be buried deep in our .1 acre backyard. Sans ceremony.
Today at work, somebody said, "I miss your laugh..."
Me, too. Me, fucking, too.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Regrouping...
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My heart is totally breaking for you, Zube...I wish I could bear some of your burden.
I've taken off my aluminium foil hat so I can beam some goog vibes in your direction. Of course, this means the aliens can find me, but you're worth it.
(((((Huggerzzzz)))))
Give yourself time...as much time as you need. Losing a baby is a HUGE loss. I have lost a baby too. Just remember to be kind to yourself.
I know how hard this was for you. You really are lucky to have Zube boy. And he's lucky to have you.
How very sad. Everyone out here is rooting for you. We're on your side. You and Zubeboy stick together and if you feel like blogging again, great. If not, take all the time you need to re-group. That's what's important now, not the blog.
I wish I could just give you a big ol' hug right now.
Just take care of YOU, and the rest will fall into place.
xoxo
When you're funny, you're funny and when you want to talk about something else we like listening to that too.
Regroup and be good to yourself.
a) You are funny, Zube. But don't feel guilty or bad for not being funny 100% of the time--no one is.
b) You're entitled to cry. Espcially after something like this. Cry, sob, bitch, yell all you want. Heck, I bet ZubeBoy would probably even be okay with you hitting a few things. As long as what you hit isn't below his belt, because that'd probably be counter productive.
c) I don't think I've ever heard your laugh, so probably won't be able to help you find it. But I'll keep an ear out for any random, lost little laughs just in case it wandered out west, and I'll let you know if I find one that I think matches your description. But, y'know, I wouldn't get too worried just yet. Sometimes our laughs just need to take a little vacation--they need to get away from things for a short while in order to keep their sanity (do you really want an insane laugh?).
d) (I think it's "d" . . . the last entry has scrolled past the top of the box, so I can't verify it was "c" and I'm too lazy to scroll up, and instead will waste more energy and time typing all this out, because I can be rather stupid like that. Of course, now I've forgotten what I was gonna say.)
e) Oh yeah, now I remember. "d" was supposed to be a big {{{HUGS}}}
Phil
Echoes in a Nomad's Head
Keep regrouping. Regrouping is good. Crying is good too, and so is being a little bitchy. And hitting things too, like Phil said. Just don't hit any walls, especially brick walls, because I hear that hurts. As a matter of fact, I'd limit the hitting to pillows. Cheap pillows with no sentimental value that you can rip apart if you want.
Once you've finished regrouping, we'll be here waiting for you.
Extra {{{{{hugs}]}}}.
I'll send you something more tangible soon.
I've checked out your blog for a few months now - mostly lurking - but read your last post before heading up to Breck this past week for a little bit of skiing and drinking (more of the latter, I guess).
Regardless, I thought of you. I was sitting at a place on Main hoping you were okay.
Sending good and healing thoughts up 25 and around the corner ...
~ HDW
Denver, CO
Oh Z-girl I'm so sorry. My heart goes out to you.
i miss you too- and i'm praying for you. you're allowed to be sad and you're exceptionally blessed to have z-boy at your side!
I'm compelled to tell you a good dirty joke to get you to laugh. But I'll refrain, because we all really need to let ourselves be sad and grieve. It's healthy, and I'm glad you've got it in yourself to go through that process. Kudos to Zube Boy for being your rock.
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