tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post116422004734921490..comments2023-10-19T09:53:38.101-07:00Comments on AmpuTeeHee: emotional vomit. hand me a bucket.MsAmpuTeeHeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03733762919331458954noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164295065315466392006-11-23T07:17:00.000-08:002006-11-23T07:17:00.000-08:00"But if you feel compelled to call and say hi or s..."But if you feel compelled to call and say hi or stop by and give me a hug...do it."<BR/><BR/>Well, I'm not so good with the phone and calling and saying "hi" but I am damn good with the hugs so visualize me running right into your living room and scooping you up into a great big bear hug. And I think I'm in love with the fireman who was whispering to you. As a relative of firemen and paramedics I can pretty safely say that at that moment he was wishing his life into yours, for you not to let go, for you to know that somemone was holding on to you and for you. As we are now, virtually, holding onto you and wishing our love into you.<BR/><BR/>Now I'm all weepy. And giving thanks that you're with us, and that you share with us, and hoping that you know there are a bunch of us who may never even meet you in person who are still just loving you to pieces.Lorenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12156097768835940764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164292163697614442006-11-23T06:29:00.000-08:002006-11-23T06:29:00.000-08:00Lots and lots of love from this side of the countr...Lots and lots of love from this side of the country. I love your thoughts about intricate art as healing. I'm with Cara: the LACE IS CALLING!Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09543197858284977937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164264858383010292006-11-22T22:54:00.000-08:002006-11-22T22:54:00.000-08:00I am sorry that you have had to "look" at yourself...I am sorry that you have had to "look" at yourself in the car especially wearing your striped pants that were your emblem of skill and control and professionalism. You still are the wonderful girl/woman you have always been and will always be. You don't need striped chef's pants to make you competent, that part of you is still very much there. <BR/><BR/>We are all so grateful that you are still here with us with your wonderful quirky soul. The world really needs you to brighten our days.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164260165111347222006-11-22T21:36:00.000-08:002006-11-22T21:36:00.000-08:00I just want to go on record as saying I don't even...I just want to go on record as saying I don't even think I'd like you if you weren't totally fucking insane. ;)<BR/><BR/>Still visualizing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164248678833193732006-11-22T18:24:00.000-08:002006-11-22T18:24:00.000-08:00You poor girl. You need a huge hug! I hope you f...You poor girl. You need a huge hug! I hope you feel better soon and realize that you're not alone if you can reach out to people, and they can reach back. We're all thinking of you. Luck and love to you.Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05921287383710570315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164244547789257502006-11-22T17:15:00.000-08:002006-11-22T17:15:00.000-08:00*hugs**hugs*Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03345829142268909884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164236567196691432006-11-22T15:02:00.000-08:002006-11-22T15:02:00.000-08:00Dear Bonnie, I hear you across the ocean. This is ...Dear Bonnie, I hear you across the ocean. This is the great thing about the internets: you are exactly as alone as you want to be. We are here when you need us. But if you want to be alone you can be and we won't interfere. Thank you for this post. You probably won't believe this, but you are a brave woman.M-Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18409916623998907121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164234582038074512006-11-22T14:29:00.000-08:002006-11-22T14:29:00.000-08:00I am hugging you very hard from afar.I am hugging you very hard from afar.strangelittlemamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09957913959340358902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164223489652093272006-11-22T11:24:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:24:00.000-08:00***HUG******HUG***JaymeKnitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11586400195814162120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164223119300124582006-11-22T11:18:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:18:00.000-08:00I say start the lace. Lace always makes me feel b...I say start the lace. Lace always makes me feel better. And it fits in with the whole intricate thing you got going on. <BR/><BR/>Remember. Knits don't have feelings. We infuse them with our own. Knit the lace.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164222666859225252006-11-22T11:11:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:11:00.000-08:00What Jodi said.You are only alone in the existenti...What Jodi said.<BR/><BR/>You are only alone in the existential way that we are born alone. But due to your strength of personality, your kindess and creativity, you really aren't alone. You have people who care about you and who wish they didn't live so far away. And you have people who live near to you and care, too. I think it's brave of you to be able to put so much of your internal dialogue out there, and I can completely understand how that helps you process it. I find that I need to verbalize things to truly understand them. What you're going through sucks. There's something barbaric about making you relive the most scary and horrifying experience of your life, just so you can receive some fair measure of compensation for what you've lost and what you've gone through.<BR/><BR/>Hugs. (It's totally inadequate but sincere.)Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07651035210994960810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16232845.post-1164222275719333342006-11-22T11:04:00.000-08:002006-11-22T11:04:00.000-08:00I'll tell you one thing that makes me feel less al...I'll tell you one thing that makes me feel less alone. It's sitting here in front of the computer, alone in this house a thousand kilometres from home, staring at the screen and knowing that there are people out there that I've never met, with whom my only interactions have been mediated by keyboard and monitor, who nevertheless somehow care about me as much as I care about them. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>Whenever I hear about your experience in the car, it fills me with sorrow, the kind of sorrow it's impossible to express in words. I hope you never have to feel that way again.jodihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08041013686914120756noreply@blogger.com