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caile-girl

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elise caile is a woman from The Deep South, Georgia, USA

    if i were any more inert, i'd be a fossil.

Hi! I'm an INFJ personality type and a compulsive sandwich squasher. "Online" doesn't necessarily mean I'm "here" (I sometimes hide in the sofa cushions). If I don't respond to a message, it's nothing personal, I just get easily overwhelmed. Thanks for understanding.

facebook ~*~ Twitter. Cheers! :-)

For those who understand you, no explanation is necessa

  • Created Oct 01 •


    THIS UGLY STUPID STICKY THING WILL BE FIXED SOON. I PROMISE. MAYBE.

    Will try to answer some mail soon. Sorry. It just piles up more and more and turns into this huge, looming monster. Ha-ha.
    I think I'm afraid of it now. :-P~~

    STICKY THING in process of being reformatted. All unappealing aesthetics are temporary. ;-)

    MY POETIC SPORADICA
    Glass Box | Lust | Gates | Piano | Apathy
    A Thought | Door | Wallflower | Nowhere
    Dumbass | Ghost | Pieces | Echoes | Bridge

    MISC. OTHER STUFF
    Whale Cam | For My Sons | Archives

    Hover mouse over images for hidden commentary.

    ~*~
    Like sands in the hourglass, these are the bloggings of my blog.

  • For My Boys

    Created May 10 2009 •

    This is a post from two years ago, and I feel no less the same way now as I did then, even though my oldest (age 17) has gotten his driver's license, my youngest (age 15) has added a few more gray hairs to my head, and both are several inches taller at 6'4". Despite the turbulence of the "teen years" and misunderstandings and everything else that goes along with bridging the gap between childhood and adulthood, I will never lose sight of what's most precious to me: my boys.

    ~*~
    Mother's Day, May 13, 2007




    I HOPE YOU DANCE

    I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
    To get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
    May you never take one single breath for granted
    God forbid love ever leave you empty handed




    I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
    Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
    Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
    And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance....

    I hope you dance...

    I hope you dance



    I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
    Never settle for the path of least resistance
    Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking
    Loving might be a mistake but it's worth making



    Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter
    When you come close to selling out... reconsider
    Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
    And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

    I hope you dance...

    I hope you dance



    I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
    Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
    Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
    And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance...

    DANCE...

    I hope you DANCE



    But don't just dance.....

    Dance with me.



    ~For my beautiful sons, now 14 and 13~

    CMT Song of the Year, 2001 ~ LeeAnn Womack