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Ghosts of the Past
Can you erase your past? I don’t think so. It would be nice wouldn’t it. I don’t want to though. It’s me. It’s who I am. You can pretend I didn’t happen. But I so did. It all was so crazy and I lost so much. So much. I can never get it all back either. I’ve tried. I miss what I had before, before….but love what I have now. How is that possible?!? What a dichotomy. I miss my friends. I really miss my friends. I’ll just keep trying to reconnect. It’s all I can do.
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Happy Birthday Petley!!
:vhappy: I hope you have a great day!! :cheers: Welcome to the 26 year old club! These were the old days of the Dome, eh?! Happy Birthday once again!
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This or That **Game**
This is one I can play! hehe The rules are easy, I put a choice between two things. The next poster chooses one and then gives an option to the next person. Simple. 😉 Chocolate Milk or White Milk?
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Ode to the Cosmo
I meant to do this months ago but kept forgetting so I’m doing it now. 😉 So this is my ode to Cosmo. Also known as Skank-mo, Crotch-mo, among many others. I spent many a hazy night there, dancing as if my life depended on it. Many great friends and many great nights! It was the first bar I went to in Moncton. Mel and I made a big ol’production out of that one…..bahahaha. And many, MANY times after that. I’ve seen things I’ve never wanted to see at Cosmo. (lol) I’ve seen things that have made me laugh for a lifetime. I have seen things that kept me entertained.…
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The things we teach our children
I was at work and had a “moment.” Almost from day 1 we teach our children to not talk to strangers, not to go anywhere with strangers, and to run away from strangers. But each and everyday children are dropped off to me and they willingly take my hand. Pure innocence. No questions asked. “Hey so-and-so, let’s go to where ever. Take my hand and follow me.” A big ol’smile typically spreads across their face and they run towards me arms out-stretched. Or as soon as I walk in the door a child comes and grabs my hand and leds me to play. They tell their life stories. They give…