Daily Archives: January 5, 2010

Old Friend…

Recently I found an old high school friend of mine through her comic website (and it is amazing but, I’ll post a link another day.) She is someone who I was very tight with my Junior year and then our friendship fell apart mainly through a misunderstanding but, also because we were going in different directions in live.

We ran into one another once or twice over the years, talked for a minute then headed off in our own directions. 15 years and just a couple of times.

I don’t know what possessed me to search for her maiden and married name that night or how I remembered her middle initial after all these years but it worked, then I posted her a message through her site, forgetting to put in my own email. Luckily, I am fairly easy to track by my maiden name on facebook and myspace. Any place else and well, I’m pretty much only findable by my married name and she didn’t know that at the time.

We have been having a great email conversation back and forth for a couple months, in fact it is my turn to write back. I love reading about her life and learning that while it seemed we were heading in opposite directions, we both ended up on the same path, married long term to one partner, no children of our own, she writes and draws her a comic, I write. We both wonder why teachers weren’t more honest that most of us who not improve our life all that much from our parents, no matter how hard we tried.

And, we have just connected again. I hope that eventually we’ll see one another in person again, if only once in awhile. Her, and her husband, were fantastic friends and I think they’d all get along with my husband in a grand manner.

She, let’s call her M, is in contact with one other friend of ours from high school, B. From what she’s told me he hasn’t changed at all, single, fun loving guy that he always was, I’d love to get in contact with him as well.

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When I first started looking for her that night, I thought that maybe I was just looking to go back into the past as if it was better than my life is now. That isn’t it though, while I loved the times with my friends in high school, in the batmobile or driving this or that, in the corn fields, the construction sites, the old cleaned up dump, skinny dipping at the private beach.

There are so many memories that really are fabulous ones. I love having those memories, yet, our conversations focus on the here and now more than anything. I like that as I do have other friendships that focus entirely too much on the past, instead of looking to the future.

And, now my future says it is too early to be awake. Have a great day….

Old Friend…

Recently I found an old high school friend of mine through her comic website (and it is amazing but, I’ll post a link another day.) She is someone who I was very tight with my Junior year and then our friendship fell apart mainly through a misunderstanding but, also because we were going in different directions in live.

We ran into one another once or twice over the years, talked for a minute then headed off in our own directions. 15 years and just a couple of times.

I don’t know what possessed me to search for her maiden and married name that night or how I remembered her middle initial after all these years but it worked, then I posted her a message through her site, forgetting to put in my own email. Luckily, I am fairly easy to track by my maiden name on facebook and myspace. Any place else and well, I’m pretty much only findable by my married name and she didn’t know that at the time.

We have been having a great email conversation back and forth for a couple months, in fact it is my turn to write back. I love reading about her life and learning that while it seemed we were heading in opposite directions, we both ended up on the same path, married long term to one partner, no children of our own, she writes and draws her a comic, I write. We both wonder why teachers weren’t more honest that most of us who not improve our life all that much from our parents, no matter how hard we tried.

And, we have just connected again. I hope that eventually we’ll see one another in person again, if only once in awhile. Her, and her husband, were fantastic friends and I think they’d all get along with my husband in a grand manner.

She, let’s call her M, is in contact with one other friend of ours from high school, B. From what she’s told me he hasn’t changed at all, single, fun loving guy that he always was, I’d love to get in contact with him as well.

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When I first started looking for her that night, I thought that maybe I was just looking to go back into the past as if it was better than my life is now. That isn’t it though, while I loved the times with my friends in high school, in the batmobile or driving this or that, in the corn fields, the construction sites, the old cleaned up dump, skinny dipping at the private beach.

There are so many memories that really are fabulous ones. I love having those memories, yet, our conversations focus on the here and now more than anything. I like that as I do have other friendships that focus entirely too much on the past, instead of looking to the future.

And, now my future says it is too early to be awake. Have a great day….

Ham and 10 years

I am not a big fan of ham. I love pork but, ham for some reason is just meh, or it was until I actually learned to cook it. Ham isn’t awful, dry, and dull if you do it right. Unfortunately, all the ham I had ever had was overcooked to the point that you might as well be eating jerky. Now, I buy a ham when it is on sale, cheap, and we cut slices off of it, then pan fry it to make it just done and nice and juicy.

Now, that is only with a precooked ham, and there are still some that need complete cooking, I don’t buy those as I don’t want to cook the whole big ass thing at once. I have done it and kept one moist but for my family it makes more since to do it in pieces.

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Right now I have a Yankee Candle “Sparkling Cinnamon” candle burning. It is making the entire house smell like the cinnamon with a bit of clove background. It is absolutely lovely and makes the house smell like it is still the holidays, even if we are moving away from them.

In fact, we are coming to the close of Holidalies which makes me sad. I love having that pressure to post on a daily basis. I wish there was a portal like that for year round posting. I tried to start one a few years ago but, since I don’t actually know how to program it, well, I gave up. My one resolution for this year though is to post at least twice a week on this journal.

Yes, I said journal, that’s what it is, what it has always been. 10 years of doing this makes me able to say that.. Yeah, 10 years ago (in March) is when I actually started seriously journaling. Prior to that I wrote a once a week up date on my old Geocities for a couple years. So, all in all, that makes 12 years of writing online about myself.

Holy shit when I think back just the 10 years, I am an entirely different person. Oh, I’m still married to the same man, still live in Virginia but, I have changed a lot but, who doesn’t from age 24 to age 34. Everyone changes in those 10 years, which is why they say you shouldn’t marry so young. I agree, to a point.

You shouldn’t marry young if you think that the person you are with now will always be the same. Your partner will change, as you do, especially in your 20s. If you change together, or adapt to one another as you change, your marriage can survive, or even thrive. It just takes a willingness to do this.

Don’t get me wrong, there have been times where some of the changes have been tough. I know that Tony didn’t expect me to become even more liberal than I was at 24. Instead of doing as someone told him I would and becoming more conservative the older I get, the further and further left I lean.

I write more but less openly. I learned that people will use your words against you if you let them.

I weigh more than 10 years ago but less than 2 years ago.

My hair is much shorter, in fact I keep it shorter now that I ever did before. It is also much pinker. And greyer if you were to see it without the dye on it.

I could list a bunch of other things and I will someday, for tonight this is enough.