Cold, wet noses and cinnamon rolls...

My dog is sitting at my feet "branding" me with his ice cold nose. He doesn't want me to forget that he's begging for a bite of my cinnamon roll. Good luck with that buddy, it's gonna take more than your ridiculous adorableness to pry this outta my hands! :P

Had a pretty good weekend, despite the overcast atmosphere. Met up with an old friend Friday afternoon and that was great. It's so good to know that sometimes, no matter how much time goes by, there are still connections that time doesn't diminish. Later that evening, I had some of my family over and had some good food and a few drinks. Even later, we went to see my son's band play and got to witness them playing an outstanding version of a White Stripes song! Too cool!

Saturday was a little less eventful, as I slept as late as everyone would let me! :P It was one of those mornings when the blankets feel softer than usual and the light rain hitting the awning outside, kept lulling me back to sleep. I love those kind of mornings. I finally did drag myself out of bed, showered and listened to some Fleet Foxes while getting dressed. We went to Jody's practice, under threat of rain the entire time... so I sat in the car and finished a book. Pizza and a movie finished off our Saturday, all in all pretty nice.

I've spent today doing laundry and dishes... yay! :/ Oh well, somebody's got to do it, might as well be me. I'm getting a little excited about summer coming. There are going to be some pretty good outdoor music festivals the year and I'm going to get to some this time! Okay... I've decided to have a mini Dustin Hoffman film festival tonight... see ya!

Looking back in time...

I've been doing a bit of soul searching tonight... as usual. This night took me back to a great time in my life, and all it took was a song. The year was 1991. The place was a tiny studio apartment I was able to get with the help of my family, following the abrupt ending of my marriage. The song was "Get Here" by Oleta Adams. I was violently in love with a man who was not my husband, but... was a friend of ours. I was 22, and love was everything to me. I mean everything.

I was able to talk this man into coming to my "house" to talk. The rest, as they say, was history. The best times I've ever had, simply because of the passion I carried around for him. It was probably mediocre at best, in reality. The actualization of a fantasy, though, was priceless. All I know is what I felt at the time, which was something words can't describe. You had to be me, I guess. Imagine carrying around expectations, thoughts, feelings, and explicit images around with you for years. Imagine getting the opportunity to act on those feelings. I actually did! It was amazing! It really was... but it was a red hot flame that burned out very quickly. Reality set in, and it turned out to be too much for either one of us to deal with, but what a rush!

I would not trade that time in my life for anything, and I mean it. That is the fuel that burns in me to this day. I know, or at least... I hope, that I can feel that way again. It's what I live for. I hope for good music and good feelings like 1991 brought me!

And on the remote chance he's reading this... I've never forgotten you.

What's the matter Colonel Sanders.... chicken?

They've been having a Mel Brooks film fest on AMC tonight... Spaceballs and Blazing Saddles. Two great films, but not his best. Of course we all know that Young Frankenstein is the ULTIMATE! Personally, I think that "History Of The World, Part Two" is the next best... but, who am I?

Anyway... I hope that the world has been treating everyone well, if not, my condolences. This is my first post while under the influence. I hope I don't make any more of an ass of myself than I usually do. :P

Great new radio station on the air, 106.5... they play oldies, and I don't mean 80's but 60's. I love it. The roots of everything good on the airwaves today, so I respect it and sometimes prefer it. I just miss the days of an actual Deejay, playing our requests. Seems all personal feelings and thoughts have been forgone for money. Sad. I might listen to the radio more, if not for that.

As you might have guessed, I don't really have a thought or particular thing in mind to talk about tonight... sometimes you just don't. Actually, you might just have so much on your mind, you don't know where to begin, so why start? Where would it end?

Let's just say I'm thinking about family and how important that is. When you're young, all you can think about is getting out from under it, when you're older... all you can think about is how to get it back. It seems you're whole life revolves around it, and for good cause. People search the entire world for the meaning of life, but it all comes right back to where you started. Home. You want your kids to know it, but they'll still find a calling of thier own. In the end, they'll come back. Don't we all?

We all seek things in life... be it money, fortune, fame, or just our definition of success. We'll travel the world to find it. But, in our hearts, true contentment comes from the hearth. The place where we grew up, our home. The place where milestones were achieved, where brothers and sisters were born, where we found love or lost our true love. We all come back for some reason.

This goes out to all who wish they could be home and can not... home is in your heart.