Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Losing didn't matter
Going to see the Red Sox play against the Phillies in Philadelphia was such a great time that it didn't matter that the Sox lost. The stadium is state of the art. Not a bad seat in the house and so fan friendly. The first 7 innings were great...the last 2?? Not so much. After the game we went to a quaint little pub on Chestnut St in downtown Philly called the Devil's Alley. We sat out on a
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Silly vs stupid
My roomie has a girlfriend, "B". They hooked up a few weeks after he moved in with me. He's gaga over her. I've met her and she is a sweetheart. He is GaGa over her. Every night he comes home and is filled with stories about her. Some of them are funny and interesting but most are just plain goofy "in love" types of things. The first time he came home and told me that she liked him back was like
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Monday, June 8, 2009
Strength in Numbers
Sometimes goodbye just takes awhile. Sometimes you need multiple goodbyes before you truly accept it. Accepting is the final stage of grief.I've been in grief for a long time. I thought it started last October but now that the story has finally played itself out I know that I started grieving 5 years ago. I wrote endlessly about it and my mind was always filled with it. With him. Hope and dreams
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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I really do work with a bunch of turkeys
This guy was vying for a hen's affections. The hen was playing hard to get and didn't even acknowledge them. He and another tom strutted their stuff in front of our window at work for about an hour. I have never seen a turkey this close and in all his fanfair. It was amazing.They are probably still there but if all they are going to do is work on each other then someone inside the building needs
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Monday, June 1, 2009
His hand was on her thigh, her foot wrapped around his. They
His hand was on her thigh, her foot wrapped around his. They sat at the picnic table totally absorbed in each other. Talking quietly. Stealing kisses. Soft laughter. He smoothed back a sprig of hair that had escaped from the tortoise clasp. Always touching. Accidentally. On purpose. He leaned and whispered some naughty secret, she giggled lightly blushing. She leaned back into his embrace as they
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