Deep In The Forrest

I miss my sisters. I miss the good ole days. I miss my best friend, Tamra. I miss Lenny Kravitz's dreads. I miss riding around all night with nothing to do and nowhere to go, but ending up there, doing it anyway. I miss being 20. I miss my parents. I miss good music--a lot of today's music truly sucks! I miss the snow in winter. I miss magic in my soul. I miss every love I've ever known, though I don't miss the jerks (they know who they are). I miss trips to the moon, and stargazing late at night. I miss kissing in the rain. I even miss myself sometimes...

I can count on my hand the number of times that I have won something in my life and it never ceases to shock me when I do... I just don't expect it, so it takes me by surprise (usually a good surprise). So yesterday, Rockdog bestowed upon me the honorable 'Thinking Blogger Award', as I proudly display there in my sidebar (just below vote and subscribe). Apparently, I flex his thought muscles... however, despite my titillating (although subtle at times) stories of debauchery and seduction, I merely manage to remind him of burnt biscuits. Gee thanks Rock! (I even threatened to tell the story of the time I gave a stripper on ecstasy a back massage... [to no avail] go figure) ;) So, If you'd like to read Rockdog's Thinking Blogger awards comments, click here . Usually, when these awards are given, one must choose 5 other bloggers to pass the honor along to... I am struggling with this and if I am to participate in the 'tagging', I will need more time to make my ...