We have all been there…

And now for something completely different; I have fallen in love with someone and they don’t know it.  He has just a little bit of a swagger about him, and it has been a long time coming.  And I think that no one deserves it more.  He’s got that fifteen inches just swinging. I met him a few months ago.  And by a few months ago I mean about three years ago as he was struggling to right his world after it capsized.  There was a time there before we met that he roamed a bit lost and unsure of … Continue reading We have all been there…

tick-tock, tick-tock…

Three years, three hundred sixty-four days, twenty-three hours, forty minutes, but seriously who’s counting. Dear Jon; Oh boy, do I ever miss you. First I want to start off saying that I want to thank you for the time you shared with me.  Thank you for the life we had. I am not sure that I want to wish for those days or memories again if it means that I’d still loose you and still have to go through the things that I have by myself…  But then again, to have you take my hand and stroke my thumb raw … Continue reading tick-tock, tick-tock…

I wasn’t going to go there…

Something calls to me.  Something inside.  Beckoning me, pulling at the very strings of my fiber.  A year now, there has been this dance.  This, I’m going to stand here and see what you do. Now, after you’ve done that, here I am, what now? The lad is intoxicating. With the Sonic hair and the “Coke” bottle glasses.  A deep infectious laugh that beats on one’s soul to join him.  The conversations quite often get lost in translation.  A lot of things are still hidden away.  The dance continues.  There you are, but I’m going to stand here… He likes … Continue reading I wasn’t going to go there…

Blame it on Shepherdstown…

Well, as infrequently as I post one would wonder if I still existed.  I do, and I shall.  It appears that I have plenty of time, maybe 15-20 years according to my doctor.  When She gave me my last bill of health she was ecstatic and proud of my accomplishments regarding the weight loss, control of my diabetes and high blood pressure.  (Where upon hearing the praise I asked, “Got a cigarette?”) I love the movie “Blame it on Rio” Michael Cain, Demi Moore trudge through a May/September relationship and I have found myself debating some of the same issues. … Continue reading Blame it on Shepherdstown…

(I) am not alone…

then why can’t I get anyone to scratch my back? Found a quote that had me Pondering… (Yes, with a capital “P”) “The world is changed by your example. Not your opinion.” – Paulo Coelho In spite of being by myself at the time, I got the wind knocked out of me when I received a text from a friend who had just completed his EMT Basic training. And he’s excited about the things that lay ahead. Then in my minds eye I saw faces and heard voices of people from my past who have be affected by my words, … Continue reading (I) am not alone…

Bad boy, bad boy…

Okay. I broke a rule.  (Okay, two if you count this picture shot last week in my local Planet Fitness.  There was no one else in the shot except me.)  But the rule I am going on about is a rather big rule and is the second rule I parley to anyone that I ever train or give advice to.  If all things were considered, I should have known better. Once upon a time I was told, ‘go to the gym with a purpose. Not a chip.’ (That is why none of my lifting buddies were Chip.)(Okay, there was a couple … Continue reading Bad boy, bad boy…

1, 2, 3… give me a second. Counting.

They are back, the night sweats and tremors.  I have hit friends up for their voices [ala ; (not winky)] and well…  It appears that this request along with the message about needing help for boxing.  The message for sorting, yard sale, painting, moving, arranging furniture.  All unanswered.  I’m not paying for anyone to talk to me as I needed to do to move.  I’m strong this will pass.  I hope. I can’t cry.   Loving the new job.  Then god love it the fireworks.  Pride weekend, I have been able to avoid two that I actually wanted to go … Continue reading 1, 2, 3… give me a second. Counting.