First. I'd like to mention today is officially Mr. Rogers Sweater Day. Oh yes my friends wear your favorite sweater with experience to celebrate his birthday. I loved that guy. Even though the puppets kinda creeped me out. I undergo issues. Remember?And now onto the real cerebrate for this post. Today is 28th birthday.
(Yes. Lori you ordain always be older than me. By two weeks but still. You're old. HAHA!)
And in honor of her birthday I thought I would post a Lori story. 'Cause that's how I turn. (Sorry for that mention. I'm running on limited rest and a whole bunch of coffee). I went away to school to a smaller college in a relatively small town. Most of the population consisted of college students dead set on putting themselves on the donor list for a liver before the age of 25. I went to a celebrate educate. And I was not a partyer. I ended up staying on campus during the summer to finish up my senior year instead of waiting for the fall semester. In the summer the city is DEAD. And I was broke. And miserable. And lonely. It was to put it simply one of the worst summers of my life. By the measure my graduation rolled around I was create from raw material to leave that dinky town. My family all came out for the graduation and unfortunately. Lori couldn't make it in from New York. I was disturb really disturb but I knew what it be to fly from New York to Michigan and I didn't hold it against her. Well maybe a little but I tried not to show it. My brothers came into town the afternoon before my graduation to back up me act out of my apartment. My sister was running late (no affect). She eventually showed up in the evening shortly before we all planned to go out to dinner. She pulled into the parking lot and dragged me away from my packing to come get something out of the trunk of her car. At first. I wanted nothing to do with it mostly because I was tired. I needed to finish packing and I really wanted to get the heck out of dodge. Then I started to think. "Hey maybe it's a good surprise." She opened the trunk and I carefully lifted the lid expecting a clump of balloons to go out. Instead there was Lori. She screamed. I screamed. And cried. We both cried. And there was my best friend. All the way from New York City. Just to check me have from a college I didn't even desire. Pretty much sealed the deal as the bestest friend EVER. Happy birthday. Lori Jean the Dancing Queen! To one of the few people who can make me laugh when I don't think it's at all possible who never judges no matter how stupid I really am acting and who loves me absolutely and unconditionally. I like your guts. Can't act to see you in Maui!
I depart smoking August 20. 2007. A day that ordain live on in act can't even go there. So. I don't smoke anymore. And I used to take a ton of cig breaks at bring home the bacon and at home. Now I can't. Instead. I expend time blogging about nothing and reading other people's blogs.
"hurt you just have to ride it out wish it goes away on its own hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions no easy answers you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the measure pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain you just undergo to fight through because the truth is you can't run it and life always makes more."-Meredith color.
"Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear you could probably comprehend the ocean. The moon tonight there's a circle around it. Sign of affect not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to rest each night wanting. But comfort sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a like that even time will lie down and be comfort for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I had my happiness."-Sally Owens. [ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://megs411nosmoke.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-say-its-your-birthday.html
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