My sister-in-law is from Eastern Samar. Her whole family lives there . Her two sisters, two brothers, mother, father, grandparents, aunts uncles cousins etc. In a small village called Ticling. It is such a small village you won't find it listed on a map. Their home is literally 100 ft from the ocean. The typhoon hit land directly into her village. She hasn't heard any news at all since Fri. We are hoping for the best, but I have a real bad feeling about it. Real bad.

I am so sorry Jagg.. I still have been unable to reach some of my teachers there. Many are in remote villages as well. All we can do is hope and pray that our loved ones are okay and safe. I will include yours in mine.

Update: My sister -in -law received a call from her mother today, everyone is fine. They made it though the initial storm, now for the hard part. Thank you to everyone who sent me a kind message and prayers. Julie I hope you get the same good news as we did !!!

Pain did...and I watched a sappy movie.... :blush:

The lack of basic human kindness ! What happened to just being nice ! OMG ! I felt like I was surrounded in a cesspool of negative ,angry people today ! I really understand the stress of everyday life and yes I get that the holidays are very difficult for some people but REALLY ! I try very hard to always look at the Bright side but today was very challenging ! Tomorrow is another day ! :)

Last Night I cried for the surgery I just had. I went in with a lump and they ended up giving me a full hysterectomy. I no longer want children and it may seem stupid but for me the choice has been taken away and the loss of all that was in there the good and the bad was something I was not prepared for. I am not the sum of my parts I am still a woman and I keep telling myself that but still ...

I cried because of
 

... and I'm ashamed of the way our "modern" society treats old people, handicapped people and animals behind closed doors.

I didn't cry (per se), but I felt teary:
the good kind of tears.

My interview with a potential employer went incredibly well and I was invited to continue through extended invitations of interviews, for next week. I left with the feeling that I've found a great place to work. It feels like 'home', to me, which is a fairly good sign.

I'm looking forward to next week's activities (and totally prepared).

family crap

Inside Tears
 

Well, this wasn't an outward cry or show of tears but I felt like I was crying on the inside, definite inside tears, finding my people . . .in the UK :-) Was quite an emotional moment . . . .

A friend gave me a loan of this book titled 'There Is No Word For It' by Laura Bridgeman she will introduce me to her and F2M friends in February 2014. The book has a number of short monologues written by F2M's from in and around London UK. Anyway, enough of me banging on here is part of what I read:

DREAMS

When I was growing up,
I always refused to wear girls' underwear.
My grandmother bought boys' underwear for me.
Y fronts :-)
My mother never asked any questions.
When I was growing up I always wanted to be a boy.
I had a dream that I would go to bed, and wake up as a boy.
Or say now I'm eight and when I'm nine I'll be a boy.
But that never happened.
It's now some years later.
And it has happened.
At last . . . . .

:mohawk:

an unexpected email .. tear rolled down my cheek ... ..I couldn't reply even though I wanted to

Daddi's card....

I had a few exhaustion tears...

Saying goodbye. :(