how to use this thing. i mean, i know this blog shit has been around forever. but, i never really did it. and i don't even want to now. i think its a good way for me to get my thoughts out and remember them. and also write a little, i've always loved to write.
i wanted to keep going but i can't... i hear hunny coming. so i must sign off. maybe i'll continue the story tomorrow. xx, lu
Monday, May 9, 2011
i don't really remember. Its one of those memories that someone told me about later. and then i decided i remembered, even though i really didn't. {plug in story about how i met my soon to be husband} but, yeah. i don't remember ro asking for gum. but after he told me the story of how he asked me for gum i sorta created the memory even though it didn't actually exist. So yes, he asked me for gum, that first or second day of grad school. And apparently i gave it to him. Probably smiled and winked given my condition at the time.
What condition, you ask? Well, I was 26, separated, and had single handedly changed everything in my life in a few short weeks. yes, i married the wonderful guy i dated all through college. I mean, I know he was wonderful, but i think i've made him even more wonderful since i spontaneoulsy left him standing by the glass door with the puppy that i had spontaneosly brought home a few months before. After a spontaneous drive to a staples parking lot in the country, answering a random ad from a paper i'd picked up on the corner of king street...while i took a lunch break from my miserable, structured job i managed to land in charleston, SC.
wowa, i think i wore myself reading that last paragraph. i'm craving tacos, and more champagne. maybe i'll sneak down and pour myself a little more. but don't tell my new almost husband. he doesn't like it when i drink too much on a school night..
What condition, you ask? Well, I was 26, separated, and had single handedly changed everything in my life in a few short weeks. yes, i married the wonderful guy i dated all through college. I mean, I know he was wonderful, but i think i've made him even more wonderful since i spontaneoulsy left him standing by the glass door with the puppy that i had spontaneosly brought home a few months before. After a spontaneous drive to a staples parking lot in the country, answering a random ad from a paper i'd picked up on the corner of king street...while i took a lunch break from my miserable, structured job i managed to land in charleston, SC.
wowa, i think i wore myself reading that last paragraph. i'm craving tacos, and more champagne. maybe i'll sneak down and pour myself a little more. but don't tell my new almost husband. he doesn't like it when i drink too much on a school night..
new post - first post. however, this one is loaded. am i supposed to back up and explain how i got here? or, do i just start from here and now, giving you flashbacks of how this all came to be..(you know how i love to say things out loud, anyway..)
i suppose im telling a story of friendship. or love. or both. and how it came along quietly, built ferociously, retracted quietly, but then left suddenly.
this is my rogue. ahhh...so loaded.
and my journey of saying goodbye to my dear friend.
i suppose im telling a story of friendship. or love. or both. and how it came along quietly, built ferociously, retracted quietly, but then left suddenly.
this is my rogue. ahhh...so loaded.
and my journey of saying goodbye to my dear friend.
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