Dear Irish Cailin & Sleep Jane,
It’s official the April Photo Challenge is over! Congratulations for posting a picture every day!
~Ria
PS: Don’t forget to take you badge! 
Today is the day of the end. The end of the color photo challenge.
These are red flowers, duh, but where did I find these flowers you ask? Planted around the tree of our dream house that we have an offer in on. Please, please, please think well wishes and send me lots of luck! We stopped by today to look around the HUGE backyard and pretend it was ours and while we were there a family stopped by to do the same thing! I wanted to spit on the house and claim it as mine. I controlled myself, but I felt my mouth filling with spit…(too much of a visual?).
Our private inspection is tomorrow and hopefully the city one later this week. I’m a nervouswreck. I might see C♥ cry if we lose this house…
Liko got his teeth cleaned this morning. It was expensive but worth it. Poor dog had the worst breath ever and it’s bad for their health since the tartar is bacteria. We picked him up 7.5 hours ago and he’s still a little dopey. He hasn’t really left my side, he’s been curled up next to me in his new dog bed (read his present cuz we felt guilty about making him look like that.)
Tomorrow is the last day of this months photo challenge. Yea!
Here is a red household item…it’s not exciting so there isn’t much to say lol
Have you ever had a moment where you realized just how far you’ve come?
I’m sitting here working on my homework on a beautiful Saturday, interrupted periodically by AIM to reminisce about the good memories of the past. It’s a nice relaxing pace. It made me think about this tape I really want to find. I search through a drawer in my computer room to see if I can find it. I’m rummaging around and my hand grasps a tranquil looking journal. At first my mind wonders what this is, and then I remember buying it. I open it to find just a few entries and then pages ripped out. In the back I find an email to myself. I read through the entries and my heart aches for the girl I was. For the confusion, pain and misery I had felt. Setting the journal back down, I sit back to reflect. 5 years later the wounds have healed but my stomach clenches as I remember.
“I feel like I’m deceiving everyone around me and losing my grip on reality. I hate keeing things from people but it seems that’s the only way I’m going to figure anything out. … May God be looking down on me in my confusion, frustration and misery and maybe take pity on me. “
I know I’m not that person any more. I know that the amount of strength people have inside them is infinite. You never really know how strong you are until you are tested.
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