Deep In The Forrest

This morning I popped over here to the blog with intentions of writing some little sentimental post about "Him" (Z) but I looked down and I spewed too much word vomit in the other post from February entitled   Time, That Slippery Bastard . So how can I, in good conscience, do another damn post with him as my main focal point?  I really can't. However, as I have once again gotten frustrated and depressed, I have really felt a horrible urge to jump in my time machine and escape back to that time once again... the time where he acted crazy and did stupid things just to get to me and spend time with me. The time when he, turning flush red with want, shyly approached me to tell me just how enchanted he was with me. A moment that charged with electricity affects a woman seriously. Gentlemen, it sticks with us... for life. May never see his face again in this lifetime, but not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I was an adult female, but I became a grown woman in ...

My heart has felt very heavy lately. I've felt overwhelmed by a lot of things. While I advise others to let stress roll off their backs and say: "Don't worry over things you have no control over" it seems so hard for me to take my own medicine. Why?? I know it does no good to stew over anything... I'm trying hard not to. Just lately it's been financial crap, seemingly one issue after the other. I can't help but get a little tightened up over it because I have to pay the bills and we have to be able to get to and from work and groceries etc... I know that I am fortunate though so far that we are making it... albeit paycheck-to-paycheck, but still afloat. Many people have things worse than that lately, so I truly hope that things get better for everybody... not just me. People need to wake up and realize that we need to all help one another and when given an opportunity to make some sort of a difference we should take it. If everyone did one thing a day to ...

"Sometimes at night, I see their faces, I feel the traces they left on my soul. Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul." -Bob Seger He had always asked me, "Where were you five years ago??" Every time, I would smile, sometimes replying, "I don't know, I was waiting for you." But no matter how tight I closed my eyes and wished, five years before, I couldn't go back, and he hadn't been there. Still I couldn't help but imagine how it might have turned out if we had met five years earlier. Valentine's Day that year, was the first and last time that anyone had ever made me feel truly special. He'd come down early that day to spend a few hours before work like he often did. When I answered the door, he greeted me with the same sweet intensity that I had I had come to know from him, the vibrant smile and in his hand a decorative gift bag which he handed to me. "Happy Valentine's Day." he said, staring into my eyes...