Do I know you?

Do I know you? I follow your blog, and I read your thoughts, but does that mean I know you?

Do you know me? I write honestly, and I share too much openly, but do you know me?

I have a handful of friends, provided a handful equals three. More specifically, I have three friends whom I stay in touch with on a regular basis (meaning we make contact more than four times a year) and could easily identify in a line-up (not that any of the three would find themselves in a line-up).

These three friends are my friends within the real world. I see them. I touch them. (Hugs, people. Jeepers.) And, sometimes – when they pass gas, I can smell them. Continue reading “Do I know you?”

Somebody’s Out There

I am participating in Monday Listicles, a weekly creation started by Stasha at The Good Life. The idea for today’s list comes from Bruna at Bees with Honey“If they were to make a movie of your life what would the soundtrack be like? Share 10 songs that best tell the story of your life. Be sure to include the period or event that each song represents.”

Initially, I had all sorts of songs I wanted to include in the soundtrack of my life – many more than 10, that’s for certain. However, as I began writing and remembering, I realized my life today is what matters most to me. Rest assured, I still managed to embarrass myself by revealing just how desperate I was in high school. (My apologies in advance, Joe and Charlie.)

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He’s looking at me

Nowadays, are kids as unfamiliar with the movie ‘Bambi‘ as they are the rotary phone and cassette player? [Spoiler alert!] Even though Bambi’s mother was killed (the butler did it), the movie is full of excellent lessons with very little dialogue.

During one scene, Thumper says about Bambi, “He doesn’t walk very good, does he?” His mother quickly chimes in and says, “Thumper, what did your father tell you this morning?” Thumper responds, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all.” Continue reading “He’s looking at me”