Deep In The Forrest

Recently, I picked up an old book I haven't read in a while by one of my favorite authors, Richard Bach entitled "The Bridge Across Forever". The pages yellowed with age, and old bookmarks playing acrobatics in and out of the pages, I read through the pages as if reading them for the first time all over again. This in part because it has been so long since I actually read it, but I think that no matter how many times you read a book, you will always find something new, a message meant for just you, at exactly the right time. "For the Love Of Story Time!" That is the beauty of the written word, you can settle yourself in to your favorite nook or cranny, ball up next to a fire with your cup of hot cocoa, and not be disturbed as you slip into a completely different dimension, another world all its own with people, ideas and possibilities you never gave thought to before. So, you escape, shutting the noise and the chaos of this tired existence out for a while...

This is a blast from the past, just wondered if anybody else remembers? Happy Friday!

I love the smell of smoke from a fire... Riding down the road, freshly cut grass, people grilling, burning things, campfires, just smells like heaven to me... That is one thing I am definitely going to miss about the summer... not the heat, but the scents. Fall is still going to be great for the smell of smoke and all though. You know, people camping out, possibly still cooking out on their grills. Since I have had to somewhat "Park" Jimi because he needs to have his 600 mile service done, and I don't wanna go too many miles over the 600, then I elected to drive around on Mr. J's bike yesterday... He hasn't put on nearly as many miles as I have, so he needs some help. Therefore, off I went on his VTX 1300, such a balanced, smooth bike if I do say so myself. I almost wish I had gotten the 1300 instead of the 1100--but I have NO complaints about Jimi, he is the ultimate... and turns heads everywhere! So, anyway, I rode for a while, and just couldn't help but ge...

I never got to, but it didn't stop me from having fun ;) Juliana Hatfield Three "Spin The Bottle" video They f***ing bleeped out the f***ing cuss words d****it!!! :O

"There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again." -Elizabeth Lawrence I'm at the point now in the week where there is honestly no point in detailing my weekend really, it wasn't that highly interesting, it was just in-laws, a pub and a strip club. That's the basic summary of it. Was a holiday weekend, Monday being our Memorial Day (wherein Richie and I went golfing), still zoomed by... That's the gist of the whole thing. So I'll just fast-forward from all that into today, Wednesday. Missing them, my family once again. No, not the them that they all are now, but the "Them" that was, that will never be again, the fresh and happy faces and high spirits. The fun and happy 'they' that carried me through so many laughs and so many tears too. Some times were hard, other times were wonderful, all those times are long gone, except the shrapnel still...

Springtime is the main time I get this way I think. The scents, all around me, whisking by reminding me of all the good ol' days. Those wonderful by gone days. Scents always accompany music for me, of course, so if you get the right tune and the right type of scent then it can be Legendary! :) Seems like spring brings all the good ones though, that smell of 'freshly cut grass' begins, going into summer. Makes my mind wander... waking up on a Saturday morning, hearing Dad outside running the lawn mower, and Mom inside funking up the house with that horrible "hospital strength" Lysol, so of course I headed outside to smell the fresh grass as soon as I was awake enough to function (always been a late sleeper). Certain perfumes and colognes are fabulous. My favorites are Clinique's "Happy", Calvin Klein's "Eternity", "Sunflowers"... just to name a few. The smell of a semi-sweating man in the summer with just the right kind of col...

In the spirit of Nostalgia, this was fun... Do you remember [the 80s]??? Here's a blast from the past. Happy Friday all of my wonderful Friends...

Hi everybody! I'm just sitting here thinking about how it really sucks that this week's holiday (Independence Day-July 4th) is happening on a Wednesday. It couldn't be a worse day--right in the middle of the week. Unless you happen to be one of those people who have vacation time that they can take to bridge the holiday and the preferred weekend. Example: If I had 2 vacation days available, I would have taken them for July 5th and July 6th. That would have been a FIVE DAY WEEKEND!!! Oh Woe is me. So I've been in one of my 'listening to sappy old love songs, and feeling nostalgic' phases. Why do I do it to myself?? I'm talking some early to mid-90s stuff, even down to stuff that reminds me of high school... I really cannot fathom the lost time between here and there. I don't know where it went. If I had known it was going to slip away from me that quickly, I would surely have never blinked... not once... What things might I have missed by sleeping? I have...

Such a cold day today, unusually so after it was in the 60s only a few short days ago. Unusual, but not really for Memphis. I'm feeling homesick again, which is something that usually only people thousands of miles away from their home and family feel. People on business trips overseas, or people traveling thousands of miles, or those who are at war while their loved ones are at home. Not me, I am only 30 minutes away from my parents, and still somehow I feel a universe away from "home" today. Everything occurs to me through music, and scents and my senses. I'm daydreaming of the drifting years, and how being 15 myself just doesn't seem like more than two days ago. Much the same as it having been so warm just over the weekend, but now a frigid 28 degrees (F)... It's just how fast life is passing. I Thought about my old classmates, how most of them are 'all grown up' with children, children who are now as old as I still feel. Old loves, who have childr...

Christmas 1983 - Where were you? What were you doing at that moment? I think I've been more emotional this Christmas than I have ever been so far. I don't know for the life of me, what's gotten into me... really. Found some old snappys while working on my photo-slideshow project. Even though they're just little snapshots of the Christmas trees and some of the presents, the nostalgia still makes me sad... You can just see the surroundings... like the linoleum on the floor, or my Lite-Bright in the background of one, and just the sad little tree... same one Mom would always put up every year... the spirit and the tradition that we put into our holidays as I grew up make it very hard to carry on with new traditions, or special moments... Seems as though my heart is much too full of the love and memories from all the Christmases past, and have left no room for the new... what am I to do...?