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heh I've Still Got It
09:22 Aug 31 2008
Times Read: 771

Went to the Dracula's Ball in Philadelphia tonight. Met up with KCRC and his wife DarkAngelGina whom I haven't seen in quite a while. I had a chance to meet their son and daughter and their daughter's boyfriend. Had fun watching the family interact with each other. They were goofing on each other most of the night.



After the first band, (which ROCKED), I decided to go explore the club a bit. Wandered upstairs for a drink where I met a man wearing, of all things, a tuxedo. Go figure...I go to a goth themed event and pick up the guy in the tux. And yes, I got his number. :D



I had a blast and can't wait for the next one!



KC and DAG...I'm sorry I missed saying good-bye to y'all. We'll have to get together again sometime. So here's a "see ya later!"

Ugh...Time to call the uncles
06:26 Aug 29 2008
Times Read: 786

I think there's a critter living in our attic...specifically directly above my room. This is why the garage door needed to be fixed, ooooh, 4 months ago! Gaping hole in garage door = easy access for nuisance. Gah!



I'm calling the uncles tomorrow.

I have not the words...
08:42 Aug 27 2008
Times Read: 801

Written for me by the boy who was torn away to become the man I cannot have but, for a day.



Warm Summer's Rain.pdf

What Might Have Been
07:15 Aug 27 2008
Times Read: 803

I wonder how many of us ever get the chance to reconnect with the past. How many of us get to try and see what might have been. Monday I had the opportunity to hang out with an old friend…well…my grade school sweetheart to be exact. We got to reminisce about days on the playground. The devastation we both felt when his parents divorced and his mom moved them out of state. How the last letter I received from him when I was 16 still resides in my hope chest. The disappointment we both felt when we lost touch. I never thought I would hear from him again. A part of my childhood, lost.



About ten years ago I was working in the right store at the right time. His father came in to pick up a script and I managed to figure out this man was his dad. I gave my email address and asked his father to please give it to him. I just wanted to know how he was doing, what he was up to, how his life had turned out. We’ve been back in touch ever since.



Life has been good to him. He’s happily married with 3 children. He’s a full time Pharmacy student and a published author. We’ve spent most of our time chatting on-line over the years. Talking about the challenges of school and the demand it puts on our time. How we manage to stay sane and squeeze something of a social life in. Life, it seems, took us down very similar roads.



In our conversations there has always been an element of what if, what might have been? He admitted to me he always thought we’d end up together and honestly, so did I. But, obviously, it wasn’t meant to be. He was my first love and I his, it’s not something you ever forget. The friendship is still there. I think it always will be.



When I walked out of the gates of Seattle airport on Sunday night it was like no time had passed at all. He stood there, waiting for me. I didn’t even get to put down my carry on before he hugged me. It was a good feeling. We stayed up to the wee hours of the morning talking. I only had a day to spend and we wanted to make the most of it. We were up early on Monday and I had a personal tour guide to Seattle. Of course it rained but, it’s Seattle… We got back to his house and fed the kids dinner. His wife had to work all day and I was sad I didn’t have the chance to meet her again.



Even knowing we had to be up at 5am so I could catch my flight home we stayed up until midnight talking. What is it about us? Why now after all this time? What would have happened had he never gone away? All questions which have no answers. Life has a funny way of doing exactly what it wants to. I’m just thankful I had the chance to spend a day living what might have been.

New Orleans
08:29 Aug 24 2008
Times Read: 811

I haven’t taken a whole lot of time to really absorb all of my travels of late. The trip to New Orleans was amazing and I’m still trying to find words eloquent enough to explain my experience. The people were friendly and humble and just seemed genuinely happy you were there.



For a city hit with such terrible tragedy close to three years ago they have shown a quiet but brilliant resilience. It is actually a discussion I held with some co-workers before I left. In a lot of ways we the people should feel ashamed for what happened to those affected by Katrina. We knew she was coming, we knew where she was going to land, and we were pretty sure the levees weren’t going to hold…so why the hell weren’t those in danger bused out? It is a question that still haunts me today.



I remember watching the images on television. I remember watching footage of those housed in the Superdome because they had nowhere else to go. Watching the water pour into the history of a city that has held its own identity away from the rest of the U.S. for as long as she’s sat at the mouth of the mighty Mississippi. I remember watching a news cast and not understanding how far we had failed until I saw pictures of a body floating in the aftermath. The camera crew had done nothing except try to capture a story for the evening news. When did we become more interested in the story and less likely to help each other out?



It is about this time I stopped watching television. I couldn’t stand to watch the tragedy any longer. I couldn’t stand to hear or see one more sad story that could have been prevented had someone done something other than point a camera and say, “Look! It’s happened again! Isn’t it sad? What? You want me to help? Sorry, can’t. I’m just here for the story.”



I suppose what I’m trying to say is for me to see the city of New Orleans on the news. To see it suffer such heartache and pain. To see it utterly destroyed. Then to come and visit three years later and see the spirit is still alive. The love the people have for their city is what keeps it the unique and beautiful place it is. It still holds an air of mystery. It still captivates the mind. It still draws you in and makes you fall in love.

To sum up, here is a bit of conversation Birra and I had while we walked the streets Sunday afternoon.



F: Any town that dedicates an entire street to drinking has got to be fun.



B: Drinking and sex



F: *through laughter* Yeah, that too.



B: If you survive it.



Well folks, I survived. I had the time of my life and I can’t wait to go back to visit again.

Over too Soon
21:24 Aug 22 2008
Times Read: 814

It's already the second Friday in my trip home. I'm due to fly out on Sunday. I'm not ready yet. I don't want to go back to NJ yet. I haven't had enough time with the people here but, there is never enough time. I miss them all so much. At the same time I know Jersey was and is the best thing for me right now. It's just gets harder and harder to say goodbye every time I come home.

Oh Morri....Come Looky! :D
11:07 Aug 20 2008
Times Read: 831

Took a wildlife cruise out of Seward on Monday and this little guy was the first one to slow down the boat. :D We could hear him crunching on the crab. One very happy otter.

Home is Where the Heart Is
10:48 Aug 20 2008
Times Read: 833

Whenever I come home to Alaska I tend to forget how big the mountains are...

I just find it funny...I have two homes now. I go "home" to Alaska because I grew up here. The only reason it's still home is because a lot of my heart is still here. It is still the place where my parents reside, my two best friends, many other friends, two aunts and a couple of cousins. I just can't see myself ever living here again. I miss the people, I miss the scenery, I do not miss the winters. :p



For many of the same reasons New Jersey has become home. I have family there, family I grew up talking to and visiting a lot. I have made many new friends, great friends. I've had the opportunity to travel more from the east coast. I started school and started to make improvements in my life. It is the place where I found myself and fell in love with myself again.



But, there are times I wonder...what's next? Where do I go from here? I know Jersey isn't the end all be all of my life. It is not where I was meant to end up. Where that is...I'm really not sure yet. Time will tell.



More to come later folks, right now, I need some sleep.



Nigh night all. Sweet dreams.

North to Alaska!
11:59 Aug 12 2008
Times Read: 845

I'M HOOOOOME!!!!!! and it's flipping cold. :p

*sigh* Better
06:40 Aug 07 2008
Times Read: 851

Skirts are hemmed and my head has stopped throbbing. I'm still all sorts of stuffed up, but the pain is gone. YAY!



Now I can get on to the million things I need to do tomorrow....go to the vet and buy cat food, laundry, pull out the suitcase for Monday...start packing for Monday. Oh yeah, get to work by noon. It should make for an interesting day.

Icky
17:38 Aug 06 2008
Times Read: 866

I knew I wasn't feeling well, but the crud I coughed up this morning....ewwwww. I don't have time for this! I have skirts to fix for Ren Faire, a trip home to pack for, and just general stuff around the house that needs to get done. But then again, I tend to come down with some form of crud when I get overly excited about something and it's been, and continuing to be, an exciting week. :)



k, done whining now :p

Hmm, I wonder what inspired this artwork?
22:00 Aug 05 2008
Times Read: 882






Don't go on...



Go back, while you still can...



This is not the way...



Take heed, and go no further...



Beware, beware...



Soon it will be too late...



Ah, don't pay any attention to them, they're just false alarms. You get a lot of them in the Labyrinth, especially when you're on the right track.



Oh, no you're not!



Oh, shut up.



I'm sorry, I'm just doing my job.



Well, you don't have to do it to us.



Beware, for...



Just forget it.



Oh, please. I haven't said it in such a long time.



Oh, all right. But don't expect a big reaction.



No, no, no, of course not. *clears throat* For the path you will take will lead you to certain destruction! Thank you very much.





It's all I could think about when I saw these across the street from Cafe du Monde. I know Morrigon would understand. Something about a bookshelf that leads to the bathroom in The Dungeon. :p

Nola
05:44 Aug 05 2008
Times Read: 896

I haven't had the time to properly write out what a fabulous weekend I had. Spending time with Birra was a blast as usual and then you add Morrigon to the occasion and just wow. Silliness abounded and there was much laughter. I had the chance to meet Imagesinwords and she's just as awesome in person as I thought she would be. There were many more but my shyness kicked in and I played a bit of a wall flower. I'm still really, really glad I went and I'll write more about it later. Right now, I've got to get some sleep...I have finals in the morning. :p