Hm
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My firstborn son is 18 years and half a day old now. He's officially old enough to go looking for his birth mom (me).
I don't really know what to say about it.
I spent 18 years wondering what this day would be like. It was pretty much like any other day, except late last night I suddenly started crying like crazy. I wasn't sad, or happy. I was just emotionally overwhelmed.

The hubby man held me and the friends I've made in second life gave me good advice like, "Wish him a happy birthday" and "Be happy that he made it to adulthood"

I'm blessed to know so many wise and caring people.

You People Are Weird
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My recent site stats show a huge interest in the close up shot of my stitches. If someone out there suffered an injury similar to my own, I feel for you.
To the person who searched for: how to protect self from animals in the wilderness ...
Generally, if they know you're coming, they'll get out of your way. If you stumble across a bear cub, get the hell outta there fast. Pretty much everything else will run from *you*.
I'm not sure how 'eat every other day blog' led to me. I eat every day, several times a day. Although the concept of consuming every other day is pretty interesting. Just consuming your day instead of having your day consume you.
Um. Anchor Slobber Aquamarine? I have no idea what you were looking for; but apparantly you found all those words on one page here. Congratulations!
And those of you wondering about blood diamonds - it's a name for diamonds that are sold to fund terrorism, civil wars, and atrocities beyond your imagining. Almost all blood diamonds pass through the hands of DeBeers. You know, the people who make all those nice diamond commercials? The company that tells you only diamonds show your love? DeBeers wholesales rough diamonds and controls 80% of the diamond market. If you want to be horrified, but educated; visit Amnesty International and search their site for blood diamonds.