family planning--what is that?

I was on the pill when Evan was conceived...I remember that evening...I felt different that night...before and after...the moon was full and in the dawn hours there were stars present, bright in the dusky blue sky. He wasn't planned and a huge shocker as I was on the pill to regulate my menstrual cycle and the dr had told me that I would have trouble conceiving that would require the assistance of a fertility doctor due to my polycystic ovaries.

I am not sure if I know ANYONE who planned their pregnancy...lol wow.

I know my mom only planned one out of the six of us...ha ha Val, you were the only planned one!
My mom, in my memories, was always pretty, young, and pregnant lol
She's still very pretty, young compared to my peer's parents (she's 48, I'm 30), and had a pregnancy scare the day of my wedding YIKES! lol woooowwww

So, I pose the question again--what IS family planning? Is that a nice term for wrap it up, plug it up, or kill the sperms? lol

where did Mo go?

I know I've got a lot of things going on, but where did I go? Wherever I went, I'm coming back...I feel it. I've been through so much that I feel that I will never look at things the same again...my naivete is gone and has been replaced with cynicism and distrust...I don't like that. I've grown up waaaaay too much...so serious sometimes now. I don't like that either. I'm sitting in the Social and Behavioral Sciences building at school, waiting for class to start...I'm thinking...like Winnie the Pooh says, "Think, think, think." I'm sitting here, the quiet nerd in the back of the room because I've got some strange phobia of ppl sitting behind me...why? IDK. lol

I'm enjoying all 23 secret spices or what not of Diet Dr Pepper...yummmm lol I had to effing use my credit card to purchase it at the vending machine because I don't have anything lower than a twenty...dammit I knew I should have gathered all the change from the floor of my car!

Hopefully blogging the mullings from my brain will help me find ME again...

sharp

During the summer, my mind is like a pencil that needs serious sharpening--it's functional, but not super good. Now that I'm back into the grind of school, it's sharpened again and my thoughts flow freely, bombarding my waking brain so that all the info is like a bumrush on Black Friday...I'm still sorting everything out....

him and my heart

You enter the room/ in full blown technicolor/ nothing is the same after tonight/If the world would fall apart/in a fiction worthy wind/ I wouldn't change a thing/ now that you're here/your love is a verb/here in my room/ here in my room...--Incubus, Here in my room