Whoa. Once again.
What a week. No what a year. My emotions are running the gamut. Holidays, births and travels have me in such a state.
Other thoughts come into play. I must be strong. Sometimes things seem so wrong and painful. Other times, sweet beyond belief.
I know I am on a crash course and I need to face the days. Honestly. I do not want to. I also do not want to go back.
Today I was recognized at work for an awesome job. Thank goodness for work to fill my days. In the same respect, when I am there I just want to come home.
It is as if the scales never seem to balance.
But, I advised someone yesterday and she ran with it and it turned out beautiful. So there is purpose.
I was loved so intently for so long. I know this is still true.
I can still smile and act silly.
Baby, this hat looked awesome on you.
Please don’t mind me wearing it tonight.
I never understood Pink Floyd before.
I do now.
More on the significance here.
I spent most of my day off cleaning. My house does not really become too messed up with just me here. But throw in a 70-pound red, short haired dog and guess what? I picked her thinking, “Short hair. No shedding.”
Lucie hates the vacuum cleaner. I do not blame her. It is loud and if she does not move I am sure she thinks it will eat her alive.
Here she is trying to smile. Be over soon hun.
Ok I am about to completely embarrass myself. I really do not care because this shows how much people care about me.
Marguerite, my body guard from eons ago. Thank you! I found your card after taking Lucie, that big, red dog for a walk in the early morning, chilly hours.
You just had to bring up that song. I have a story. Before I met you my school bus would pass a gas station. We all thought the guy working there looked like Bobby Sherman! Every girl on that bus screamed when we passed.
Let it go people we were like thirteen or fourteen. I do not even care how much I dated myself. I am what I am.
Even Marcia Brady was in love with him.
But who did he sing a song about?
I ask myself this all the time.
I am not even sure why I am asking.
Bear with me. Keeps me from making a fool out of myself on facebook.
Had to do something beyond hard. Did it.
No more needs to be said.
Nickelback – Far Away.
I so love Pat Benatar. She was trained as a classical music singer.
She chose to rock along with her husband Neil Giraldo.
Awesome guitar solo!