Some days I just don't think it's fair to think about the future.
I don't know if I can explain that. Or if it means anything to anyone but me.
Right now it just feels wrong.
Posted by debutaunt at February 1, 2006 07:44 PMHmmm. I think I know what you were thinking.
And if I am correct I know why you think
what you think. I just hope you know and I mean
really know....it can be done......
You do know you now owe me a kleenex!
And tomorrow Sis #1 should have something
for you.
That angel I know-she's got her eye on you.
A big hug
Nikki
Does this reluctance to think about the future have anything to do with the fact that W has only a few more years left in the White House? If so, I completely understand.
I know there are many who think about you in their future. Maybe their thoughts can carry you on days like today.
Posted by: D at February 1, 2006 10:49 PMEach day has enough to handle on its own, you needn't borrow from the future unless you just want to. Since you don't right now, just snuggle into some warm thought from today. And if it didn't have a warm thought, I'm sending you several RIGHT now. Hugs,
~Shari
Posted by: eclectic at February 1, 2006 11:26 PMOY VEY- that is your Yiddish word, and that does
not need a translation. But you must think
about the future said the Yiddish teacher. "Cuz"
I need my Texan Christian gal to be the ONLY one
in her block that can speak "ze yiddish".
It's one day at a time for all of us. Do you think
I know what my future hold-uh no-I could be on
the Jerry Springer show, or the Mauree show because
I was the parent who told her daughter she sucks
at the piano. Right now I am keeping that a secret, since she thinks she is very good. I tell
her she is good, I only hope my nose is not growing as I tell her.
Your future could be on American Idol, maybe
you could be the next President. Hell I don't
know, but I see a candy bar today in your
future.
What's in that racoons future?
Now-give me a hug and thinking about your
future is not wrong unless it involves a
career as a pole dancer.