Deep In The Forrest

Well, I am at it once more, wallowing in a pool of sexy, romantic, memory inducing music. I have been doing this for a couple of days now. When this happens, sometimes it is with a certain person from my past on my mind ( Z ). Sometimes it is just a melted together memory storm of everyone and everything I've been through, as the years have zoomed by. Time gets away from me, time causes me pain with the passing of it and with all that comes and goes with it. The dirty bastard will take your loved ones, steal your lovers, sit up with you on long, lonely nights and remind you the exact moment you took that dastardly turn and your whole world went wrong. He is a truly heartless scumbag at times. Hey no worries, I'm not in a bad mood, so don't come at me with any lectures about keeping on the sunny side of life, please. I'm just running off at the mouth. That's what this is for, I can vent, I can wax poetic, I can simply entertain, whatever I feel... my blog right? ...

Yesterday was a bit of a fog, and I was unable to execute the photos for the Weekly Words Challenge (by Tink) . The words were "Arch" and "Purple". Sorry I didn't get to join in the fun this week, doesn't mean you can't Run by and see everyone else's talents! Speaking of "Skipping", and since it is Springing into Summer pretty much around here, I am reminded of that famous phenomenon, Senior Skip Day (wiki) . Now, in the time leading up to my very own graduation, I have to go ahead and admit that I never did anything very interesting. It's quite sad honestly. I wasn't much of a class 'skipper' really, that is until I reached college. By then the rebel factor was no longer in effect, it was just go to class, don't go to class. There were no ringing bells, no tardy slips. It was a whole different ball game. Yes well when the time came for our very own Senior Skip Day, I even contemplated whether it would be worth my part...

Oooh I'm battling it this week, bouts of sadness and really really missing my Dad. (It's my blog and I'll cry if I want to). Going home is so hard these days, but I am still struggling and trying to get down when I can, and trying to balance that (caretaking of mom) with trying to maintain a non-insanity-increasing life. Notice I didn't say 'non-insanity causing', there's no denying the certain amount of damage that's already been done in my life thus far. As usual, various moods bring certain songs into my mind, and today, this one is it... Bet you know it, like it and probably just haven't heard it in a while. Here, give it a listen! The Vogues - Five O'Clock World For those who enjoy a more country sound, check out This Version by Hal Ketchum . Reminds me of Daddy, and that's why I like it I guess. At any rate, I'm barely waking up in the morning, dragging myself out of bed and trying to have some resemblance of a life, but it's so...

Gahhd. It's Sunday. Sundays always depress me. I've been fighting a headache, and trying to get pumped up enough to go down and visit Mom and Dad today. Fact is, it takes me soo much emotional energy to go there now, but I miss home so badly every day. When I go there, though, it's not "home" like I knew it, because it's changed so much with all of the pain, illness and heartache. Once again, I guess it is totally true "You Can't Go Home Again." It's sad. So I got the house clean, went out and attempted to socialize with friends, came home and crashed out, woke up and cooked lunch for Mr. J. Now, still trying to eyeball the tax problem, and I dread it with every inch of my body (and that's a friggin lot!) Oh well. "What Day Is It?" I wish we didn't have to know that, what is this ridiculous concept of time we have scratched out for ourselves anyway? If we wanted to be slaves, we have certainly put ourselves in that positio...