I'm on the hunt for a new profile pic. I don't like any that I've had recently. I feel I've lost my creativity. I can't come up with a cool pic and I haven't had any good journal entries lately. I don't want to be one of those people (although I think I am) that doesn't have anything of significance to say unless full of angst and unhappiness. Things in my little speck of the world have been going pretty well. Yep, perhaps I'm on the verge of happiness...hmmm...I better not get ahead of myself.
My sister and I went out Friday night and I ran into an old friend from high school. Actually, he and I became closer in college then we were in high school. He and I used to party together all the time. He was one of those people that had a million friends and was always doing something wonderful for someone else. I was the recipient, on many occasions, of his wonderfulness. It was great to run into him and he sat down with me and my sis to shoot the shit for a couple hours. When we left the bar, my sister and I decided to drive around a bit up and down memory lane. First stop, the neighborhood we grew up in. We slowly drove by our old house and commented negatively on all the changes the new owners have made to it. We also cursed my father for being the reason our mother no longer lives in the house. It was a great house to grow up in. It was a long ranch style house on about an acre. Our huge backyard sloped down and ended at the lake. We had a dock and a john boat. I grew up fishing out back and ice skating in the winter. In the fall it would take all day to rake the leaves in our yard and then we would put them in the street and burn them. I loved the smell of burning leaves. But it was very important not to burn them on a day the wind was blowing toward the house, or the whole house, and everything in it, would smell like burning leaves for weeks. It was easy to "smell" in the fall, which kids at school lived in the city and which ones lived in the country. My sister and I talked about our old boyfriends, how we used to run up and down the hill to our grandparents house (they lived just a few houses down the street up on a hill). We talked about how we wished our children could experience a bit of what we did growing up. If only mom still lived there...
We drove by places we used to "park" in high school with our respective boyfriends. She had completely different places than I did. She never got busted making out by the cops the way I did...I guess her places were better
We drove through the Burger King parking lot as if we were "cruising". It was silly and fun, sweet and sad, it was time well spent with the person who I am closest to in this world.
It's been a good trip home so far. And tomorrow is Dingus Day. I'm going out with my sister and her husband, my brother and his wife, and probably my friend from high school that I ran into on Friday. It should be a good time. Maybe I will run into some more memories.
Picture Update Monday March 28:
snapped this pic last night:
sat up in bed this morning and snapped this one
My sister and I went out Friday night and I ran into an old friend from high school. Actually, he and I became closer in college then we were in high school. He and I used to party together all the time. He was one of those people that had a million friends and was always doing something wonderful for someone else. I was the recipient, on many occasions, of his wonderfulness. It was great to run into him and he sat down with me and my sis to shoot the shit for a couple hours. When we left the bar, my sister and I decided to drive around a bit up and down memory lane. First stop, the neighborhood we grew up in. We slowly drove by our old house and commented negatively on all the changes the new owners have made to it. We also cursed my father for being the reason our mother no longer lives in the house. It was a great house to grow up in. It was a long ranch style house on about an acre. Our huge backyard sloped down and ended at the lake. We had a dock and a john boat. I grew up fishing out back and ice skating in the winter. In the fall it would take all day to rake the leaves in our yard and then we would put them in the street and burn them. I loved the smell of burning leaves. But it was very important not to burn them on a day the wind was blowing toward the house, or the whole house, and everything in it, would smell like burning leaves for weeks. It was easy to "smell" in the fall, which kids at school lived in the city and which ones lived in the country. My sister and I talked about our old boyfriends, how we used to run up and down the hill to our grandparents house (they lived just a few houses down the street up on a hill). We talked about how we wished our children could experience a bit of what we did growing up. If only mom still lived there...
We drove by places we used to "park" in high school with our respective boyfriends. She had completely different places than I did. She never got busted making out by the cops the way I did...I guess her places were better
We drove through the Burger King parking lot as if we were "cruising". It was silly and fun, sweet and sad, it was time well spent with the person who I am closest to in this world.
It's been a good trip home so far. And tomorrow is Dingus Day. I'm going out with my sister and her husband, my brother and his wife, and probably my friend from high school that I ran into on Friday. It should be a good time. Maybe I will run into some more memories.
Picture Update Monday March 28:
snapped this pic last night:
sat up in bed this morning and snapped this one
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Saw my family for Easter. My niece Angela is now 8 months, she's so fun now. She likes me shaved head, she giggles when she touches it.
Yoga class was brutal tonight. We are getting into some balance poses, I was sweating like a mofo.
Has your shoulder healed?