I don’t know about you people out there, but I love to read! I bought “The Taking” by Dean Koontz about a year ago, and hadn’t read it yet. Well Yesterday it was as rainy as it has been for 4 days; so my hands hurting too bad to play on the PC I thought I would read a little of the book I so desperately wanted and had yet to pick up. Well I am so glad I did. That book was fantastic. His descriptions and wording absolutely meshed well. I actually smelled the smells, felt the feelings and saw what they saw. It was unbelievable. Now I have to get more Dean Koontz. I have read a lot of his, but they were on borrowed time from the library and I want my own copies. Sooo, if you feel sorry for me go to amazon and search for my name Angela C. Yaws and you can see my Dean Koontz list! HAHA……
Well, my hands still hurt, so I will go for now. Go read some Koontz! You won’t be disappointed!
Angela
Well, today went alot better than I expected. The girls and I, cleaned the pool and got the water changed and filled back up. Now all we are waiting on is for Dad to fix the filter. The girls love the water so much. I’m glad they arent afraid to get in. Kaylee my youngest gets a tad squemish if she dosen’t ahve her Barbie Life Jacket on…lol
Tomorrow we go to the neighbors house and get to eat some kind of beer chicken off the grill. Sounds fun, but I don’t want to stay all day…lol.. Not that I don’t like him, I just like hanging out at the house on Sunday’s.
Angela
It’s hard to believe that today marks 5 years since daddy’s suicide. I have been doing ok for the past 2 years, fighting it, trying not to feel. Well tonight for some reason, I felt. It hurt and I didn’t like it. As the almost full moon was shining bright and the field behind the house was glittered with lightning bugs, I sat and cried. Hard. I miss his hugs terribly. I miss him telling me I’m the prettiest girl in the world on my worst days. I miss him listening to me whole heartedly. I miss his goofy giggle. I miss his excitement when he was proud of me. I miss my daddy, severly.
I don’t understand suicide, because I have never thought it, or felt it. So I will never be ok with the road he chose. I hope that he is ok, and I hope that all his sickness and worries are over. I miss my “Daddy’s Girl” title… I miss…………
Angela
