Friday, November 30, 2007



Here we go again.

He doesn't take care of himself. The television... food... that old chair... He loves these things more than He loves me. His friend JD... the Preacher... the neighborhood gossip... These are the people he would rather talk to than me.

Here we go again.

Pneumonia so severe it is in his bloodstream. Feet and legs swollen so badly that He can barely walk. So angry and bitchy because he is in this situation one more time.

Here we go again.

I can't do it again this time. My fibromyalgia won't alow me to sleep in the chair for days on end. All day, asking what can I do. All night, getting Him something to drink and fluffing His pillows. He's gained 150 lbs in the last two years, I could barely manage Him then what am I to do now?

I am so angry, how can he be so selfish to expect my world to come slamming to a stop because he choose not to take care of himself??

I'm hurt that he doesn't even think of how this will affect anyone else.

So now.. the hard part starts. Its different this time. I'm not staying... I will visit, yes. I will call, yes. But, tonight, He sleeps alone.

Labels: ,


elana sweet :: 11:42 PM :: 0 Comments:

Read or Post a Comment



Tuesday, November 13, 2007





I just thought this was beautiful, especially the image to the left.

The quote can be hard to read, so this is what it says:

Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know
how to replenish it's source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishings.
~Anais Nin
.

Labels: ,


elana sweet :: 2:05 AM :: 0 Comments:

Read or Post a Comment



Thursday, November 08, 2007



I got an email from someone I used to date and he told me that he heard this song and thought of me! I looked up the lyrics and thought I would post the ones he emailed to me, and ... well I'm taking this as a compliment!



The song is 'How Bout them Cowgirls' and its sung by George Strait. haha no I'm not a cowgirl, I'm not crazy about horses.



Boy, she don't need you and she don't need me

She can do just fine on her own two feet

But she wants a man who wants her to be herself

And she'll never change, don't know how to hide

Her stubborn will or her fightin' side

But you treat her right and she'll love you like no on else

Yeah, how 'bout them cowgirls



Boys ain't they somethin'

Sure some are proud girls

But you can't beat their lovin'

And I'll tell you right now girls

May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world

But how 'bout them cowgirls

How 'bout them boy

I may not be a cowgirl but I sure do love Cowboys!!!






Labels:


elana sweet :: 1:53 PM :: 0 Comments:

Read or Post a Comment



Wednesday, November 07, 2007



I have had a great day all day long! I feel good. I got a good health report at my Fibro-Doctor. My hair is laying down right and the weather is perfect. So I waited a while, worked and even my job is going well! So I just checked my horoscope and wanted to post it. I don't follow these to the heart, but sometimes when it lines up with how my day is really going, it tickles me to death.


Dear elana,
Here is your horoscope
for Wednesday, November 7:

Your friends and family have got your back and you should relax if you're at all concerned about what the future holds. It's like a trust fall and it should feel great when you're past it.

Tarot Card Reading:

The Five of Swords card suggests that my power today lies in the upper hand. I can outwit or outlast and I choose my battles wisely. This puts me in a superior position. I know when it's time to hold, fold, or walk away. I am a survivor and am not easily defeated. I am empowered to gain the advantage by turnabout and my virtue fair play.

Here is your single's love horoscope
for Wednesday, November 7:

Time feels tight and stifling. The problem is, your time management skills need an overhaul. Ask a friend to help you reevaluate your schedule. You'll find lots of extra minutes among your hefty to-do list.

Chinese Zodiac Reading:

This is a fortunate day for you and your lucky number is 4. Your supervisor might talk to you about how much they appreciate your work -- you may even get a bonus. Black is a good color to enhance your career. You seem to be protected from the problems that other people are having. Enjoy your leisure time with an artistic pursuit.

Labels:


elana sweet :: 6:25 PM :: 0 Comments:

Read or Post a Comment



Tuesday, November 06, 2007



I heard my sister talking about this song but didn't give it another thought, and earlier this evening I heard it on the radio. I had to pull over, I couldn't see for the tears. All I could think of was my Grandmother... the strongest woman I have ever known.


Tough
Sung by Craig Morgan
She’s in the kitchen at the crack of dawn
Bacon’s on, coffee’s strong
Kids running wild, taking off their clothes
If she’s a nervous wreck, well it never shows
Takes one to football and one to dance
Hits the Y for aerobics class
Drops by the bank, stops at the store
Has on a smile when I walk through the door
The last to go to bed, she’ll be the first one up
And I thought I was tough

Chorus
She’s strong, pushes on, can’t slow her down
She can take anything life dishes out
There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

We sat there five years ago
The doctors let us know, the test showed
She’d have to fight to live, I broke down and cried
She held me and said it’s gonna be alright
She wore that wig to church
Pink ribbon pinned there on her shirt
No room for fear, full of faith
Hands held high singing Amazing Grace
Never once complained, refusing to give up
And I thought I was tough

Chorus
She’s strong, pushes on, can’t slow her down
She can take anything life dishes out
There was a time
Back before she was mine
When I thought I was tough

She’s a gentle word, the sweetest kiss
A velvet touch against my skin
I’ve seen her cry, I’ve seen her break
But in my eyes, she’ll always be strong

There was a time
Back before she was mine

When I thought I was tough

Labels: ,


elana sweet :: 12:23 AM :: 0 Comments:

Read or Post a Comment