This is my world as I see it—you might see it my way, you might not.
On a recent Jeep roadtrip with two of my bestest buddies, we happened to come across the biggest spider I have ever seen. Well, it found Amanda first. She screamed like a teenage girl, but that’s another story. But if you happen to know what kind of spider this is, please let me know. And it was as big as my hand. Yeah, it was that big. Later this week I will post about the entire trip and all the details that go with it.
(My favorite Michael Jackson song.)
Do you remember
When we fell in love
We were young
And innocent then
Do you remember
How it all began
It just seemed like heaven
So why did it end?
Do you remember
Back in the fall
We’d be together
All day long
Do you remember
Us holding hands
In each others eyes
We’d stare
(tell me)
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
Do you remember
How we used to talk
(ya know)
We’d stay on the phone
At night till dawn
Do you remember
All the things we said like
I love you so
I’ll never let you go
Do you remember
Back in the spring
Every morning birds would sing
Do you remember
Those special times
They’ll just go on and on
In the back of my mind
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met girl
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
Those sweet memories
Will always be dear to me
And girl no matter what was said
I will never forget what we had
Now baby
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
When we first met
Do you remember the time
When we fell in love
Do you remember the time
Remember the times
Ooh
Remember the times
Do you remember girl
Remember the times
On the phone you and me
Remember the times
Till dawn, two or three
What about us girl
Remember the times
Do you. do you, do you,
Do you, do you
Remember the times
In the park, on the beach
Remember the times
You and me in spain
Remember the times
What about, what about…
Remember the times
Ooh… in the park
Remember the times
After dark…, do you, do you, do you
Remember the times
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Remember the times
Yeah yeah
Remember the times
The last seven days I have taken thirty steps backwards. My head is telling me one thing and my heart is telling me something else. I don’t know which one to listen to. I have been saying for two days that I was going to the bluff, and I have made excuses two times not to go. I will get there before the end of this week. I need to go, I have to go. I am going up there to clear my head, maybe get some answers and to leave something behind. The last six months have been a journey. It hasn’t been pleasant, it hasn’t been easy, but is has been necessary. It made me step back and look at the big picture. It made me look at my own faults, it made me except the faults of others. It made me realize that no matter how much I want something, it doesn’t mean that I can have it. No matter how many times I say “Come to me,” he’s not coming. No matter how many times I say “I’m sorry,” he won’t forgive.
I guess in the last couple of weeks I have forgotten all the bad stuff and just concentrated on all the good things. I have been on a very sentimental journey lately, looking at lots of pictures and listening to a lot of music. Sometimes these cause smiles and laughter and sometimes I just sit and sob hysterically.
I want to say that I am the same person I have always been, but that would be a lie. I have changed, hopefully for the better. I have definitely learned to handle things better. I have learned how to handle my weaknesses. I have learned that less is more sometimes. I’m not near as high-strung as I used to be. I have learned to listen. I have learned to accept the consequences of my actions. Sometimes this is good and sometimes not.
I don’t know where I’m going right now, but I definitely know where I’ve been. Sometimes doing the right thing isn’t the easiest. I’m about to put that to the test.
“I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money.” -Dorothy Parker
"The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads."-William Styron
“I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had absolutely no other place to go.” -Abraham Lincoln
This is my attempt to share my world with you. Sometimes it's exciting—sometimes it's dull. I'll take you with me through my journey of life. Remember, this is my blog and I write whatever I am feeling at any given time. These are my opinions and nobody elses. Please leave me your comments, both good and bad. You can contact me at julie [at] gribco [dot] com anytime with ideas, comments or just to chat.