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Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

The Flaming Lips, “Do You Realize”

This is the beginning of my musical directives for you. This song is so true and beautiful that I can barely listen to it. It’s a funny thing, that something is so beautiful that you can’t take it. I think maybe it burns out my Vulcan circuits. But the basic premise is one that I live every day. I try to suck every bit of enjoyment from every second of my short time with you.

I want you to know that you don't have to have all the words.