"...Map Mange Ou Sans Sel..."

a full, beautiful pink moon......
12:16 a.m. on April 27, 2002

tonight i let my girls stay up a little later than normal, and we all went outside to look at the moon. if any of you keep up on this kind of stuff, the moon was a full pink moon, starting at around 10:00pm, 9:00pm if you're from around here. it was beautiful. we looked at it just at a glance first, and then through the telescope. the first time i became interested, i was blown away by the harvest moon. but this pink moon.....it was just spectacular. it was a pale pink shade, with almost a purple or a lavender like color around the edges...making the moon appear as if a halo of light were glimmering around it. my girls were in awe. i could tell they were under the same spell i was, and we all just stood there, staring off into space...drinking it all in. besides the moon, the stars in the country are clearer than you can imagine, in clusters at times, making the whole night feel as if heaven came down to earth. at times like that, life is so good, i never want the moment to fade. my children make everything i do in life, and everything i go through, worth it to me. everything.

tonight i also vedged at home with the two of them.....just hung out like girls. being that they are both eleven and nine, every weekend it seems they each seem to need a friend over, so tonight was nice, it just being the three of us girls. we had pizza, played around on the computer, made popcorn, and watched some dumb spookey movie and laughed through the whole thing. my girls both have this twisted, awesome sense of humor, and can make me laugh at the drop of a hat. they are also definitely their own people at times, fighting, making me crazy, and of course acting like they are both going on 25. but to tell ya the truth, i'm glad, because i want them both to be strong, independent women one day. i want them both to speak their mind, and stand on their own two feet. so far, i don't think either one of them will have a problem!!

this reminds me here......i came across an entry today by one of my favorite journals....it's a diary called pure as the driven slush. her entry spoke of how some readers have been leaving nasty little comments in her gbook about her body type (or their fucked up perception of it), and how she shouldn't be posting her photographs any longer....it goes on and gets worse from there, but i won't go into it. all i can say is that this shit makes me so fucking mad i could blow a gasket right fucking here at this monitor. what right has ANYONE on ANY SITE to put her down for what she does?? who has the right to judge what the perfect size is, hhhhmmmmm??? no one. and i am fucking TIRED of the shit people believe in about the perfect woman these days..it scares the holy shit right out of me to think i'm going to have to be frightened for my daughters one day, because they won't believe they are what SOCIETY EXPECTS them to be, or how SOCIETY EXPECTS them to look. fuck that!! what i see here is that all the shit seems to be coming heather's way from angry cunts who are so LOW ON LIFE that all they can do is try and put her down. or else they're just jealous. because when it comes down to it, heather's got balls. big ones. she's also beautiful. and one more thing: my dad always said this....if you don't like the way i look, then don't FUCKING look my direction. ok?

end of rant!! whew!! peace, i'm out~

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