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Thanks to my Boo

Even though our weekend didn't turn out the way we both wanted, I had a wonderful time with you. The hot tub (and after) are memories I won't soon forget.

Thanks Boo, I love you!

I've changed so much

I just read my old Live Journal from 2003-2004 when Patrick and I first broke up and I met Ryan. Holy shit, have I ever changed! Just the way that I write is completely different.

Jess says she hates look back. I've always been one who is stuck in the past. For me, it's nice to be reminded of WHY you made some of the choices/decisions you did. It's very easy to have a selective memory, especially where love is concerned.

Anyway, while reading, I ran across this quote. I love it:

I've learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel.

So. Fucking. True.

Adjusting to Noah

I thought that having four kids would be super hard, but Noah is such a little angel, it doesn't even seem like I have one more person to take care of. He's so easy going. It's different having a boy, you don't feel like they are so fragile. :)

Ryan is a great dad. A total natural. I've never seen a man take such good care of a newborn before. He was meant to be a dad and I am so glad he got the chance. I love watching the two of them together. Here's an awesome picture that his brother-in-law took when Noah was a few minutes old:

I'm feeling inspired to start taking pictures again. It's been so long. I'm going to start today by taking some pics of the kiddos. I don't have any of all four of them yet.

Happy Holidays!

We had a great Christmas! Ryan flew my mom up so I got to see her a few days before the holiday. That was really nice. We went shopping in the middle of the night like we used to.

The girls made out like always. Especially now with Ryan's family buying for them. They had a blast.

We celebrated with Ryan's family the week before and went to my Grandmas on Christmas afternoon. The food was yummy and we all had a good time. Too bad for me, I couldn't drink like I did last year!

Here's some pics:

Ryan, my love:

Me:

Amara and Makenna:

Karrissa, the Green Day fan:

And here's an ultrasound pic from late November of Noah:

New life together

We moved in with Ryan yesterday. I am scared and excited all at the same time. I think it's going to be a good thing. I love him so much.

Dreams

I had AWESOME dreams last night. They were just incredible! I can still remember all the details and I can't stop smiling. :)

The M5 dvd came out yesterday and it's so good. I can't wait to see them in concert again.

I was going through my pics from Reno and found this one and cropped it. Doesn't it look like a banner ad or something? LOL

Nothing else is going on. I haven't felt like posting lately.

 

Vacation is Over... an open letter from Michael Moore to George W. Bush

 

Dear Mr. Bush:

Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.

Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?

Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!

I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this -- after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?

And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!

On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.

There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.

No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing -- NOTHING -- to do with this!

You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.

Yours,

Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
www.MichaelMoore.com

P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no longer at your ranch. She and dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are now driving across the country, stopping in many cities along the way. Maybe you can catch up with them before they get to DC on September 21st.

Prospective

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life (a LOT!), but I feel I have always been loyal and caring to my friends and family. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I am just delusional? I just feel like I give a whole lot more that I receive. And I know it's not supposed to be about "receiving", but sometimes, I need love and support too.

With this surprise pregnancy, I've been thinking a lot about my life and the people I choose to spend my time with. I simply do not have the energy to love and care for people that lie to me. I know that sounds pretty obvious, but it's amazing what you will put up with when you love and/or care about someone.

I don't think I can watch TV anymore. I just feel so sick to my stomach watching those poor people suffer. A local TV station is collecting diapers, water and baby formula. I'm going to buy some when I go grocery shopping today. I just wish I could help more.

It really puts things into prospective though, I have to admit that.

March 17th, 2006

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