tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126036422024-03-07T19:56:49.977-07:00ramblings of a curious mind"<a href="http://ramblingcurious.blogspot.com/2005/05/road-not-taken.html">two roads</a> diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I took the one..." <br>
<a href="http://ramblingcurious.blogspot.com/2005/05/dog-tails_30.html">TheDog</a> trotted down...
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brief snapshots in time.
<br>memories and thoughts.
<br>disorganized and random.ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.comBlogger625125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-19196360640936772312012-11-16T22:48:00.000-07:002013-05-09T20:54:49.392-06:00the last goodbyeI drove away one last time from her house. Well, her winter house. Said goodbye to the palm trees in the front yard as a few tears streamed down my face.
The house would remain in the family, but I would likely never visit again. It was the last time I'd drive out of her driveway. Like so many times before, when she was sitting in the passenger seat. On our road trips back home.
It had ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-60992334619625226072012-08-28T00:16:00.001-06:002013-05-09T20:50:14.937-06:00do nowNothing is worse than realizing you've fallen in love with someone who won't or who can't love you in return.
He's a jerk and completely inconsiderate sometimes. But most other times he's wonderful and caring. And I fell in love with the other times.
My heart is telling me to not give up on him. My head is insisting I do, and now. For the sake of my heart. ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-87503853787203633942012-01-15T21:33:00.001-07:002012-01-15T21:33:00.988-07:00unexpected wisdomIf you simply listen, you can sometimes find the answers you need. Often in the places you least expect. Getting my daily dose of caffeine this morning had me overhear part of a conversation. The only part that mattered was the statement. "It's never selfish to express what you desire." I only know a little about the situation, from what I know, he was talking about not letting anyone keep you ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-6093161474060658622011-04-13T21:22:00.000-06:002011-04-13T21:22:00.090-06:00rambling againI'm dizzy. Could be the cold medicine, could be the things in my life spinning out of control around me while I feel as if I'm stuck standing still in the middle of it all, just watching it spin. I know, I keep coming back for a post or two and leaving. But I need a friend to talk to, and as it has been in the past this may be just the friend I need right now. One that doesn't really know any of ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-46582922213036248692010-10-03T22:22:00.001-06:002010-10-03T22:31:03.365-06:00lucky giraffe kissesSo, my sister tells me giraffe kisses are lucky. As with many things she says, I don't quite believe her. But after the giraffe licked the top of my head today, I decided I'll believe this time... I could use the luck. Otherwise I just have giraffe slobber on my head for no reason.ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-101855430562751752010-02-02T22:25:00.004-07:002010-02-02T22:40:24.721-07:00inconceivableSo, I picked a good time to start telling my tales again. I'd pretty much written off the last guy I dated. Realized he was never going to let me know what had happened. Never let me know why things ended.About a month ago an absolute tragedy befell two of my good friends, and in my coming to grips with their loss, I tried to make sense of my own recent losses. One being a friendship that wasn't ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-58710449725933418372010-02-01T23:31:00.002-07:002010-02-02T22:23:48.664-07:00so many stories... so little time...A lot of things have happened since last I posted. A lot having to do with the last post. Unfortunately, I think some of you saw what I couldn't. What I didn't want to believe could happen. And perhaps I'll fill in the stories, but not now. It will have to be another time.Tonight I just had to tell a short tale. A short tale of love. Standing on the slopes on Friday, my first ski day of the ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-18317534114237433732009-12-07T20:28:00.004-07:002009-12-07T20:43:00.026-07:00bend an earI'm trying to figure something out. I'm good at figuring things out. That's what I do. Even my bosses recognize it, and they don't seem to recognize many things I do well.But that's work. That's not relationships. Those, I'm not very good at figuring out. Maybe the problem is that I try to figure them out. Maybe I need to stop thinking so much. But I can't. It's who I am.So, there's this guy. Andramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-32841533338387919002009-11-23T20:01:00.000-07:002009-11-23T20:07:18.860-07:00back in the habitIt's really hard for me to get back into the habit of things. Like writing. Or heading to the gym at lunch. I'm working on it. But my work scedule has been very inconsistent lately. Add to that the erratic and crazy pup's schedule. And you have a recipe for a very tired girl. One who feels she's not quite doing everything she needs to or wants to do. Sure I'm busy, but it's not just that. I've ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-365061110042795532009-11-10T19:43:00.005-07:002009-11-10T20:16:42.858-07:00real reasonI know I'm supposed to be able to write whatever I want to here. Vent. Get out my frustrations. But I couldn't. I wasn't supposed to. And it may have been the time I needed it the most.With TheDog sick, worried about her every day. With work and other things as bad as they've been. I refrained from sharing my thoughts with you, with myself even, because he asked me not to.And then he pulled the ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-29439345320850580632009-11-09T22:16:00.001-07:002009-11-09T22:20:12.288-07:00friends in far-flung placesWhat a crazy weekend. I ditched the pup with my sister and headed back to the scene of the shenanigans.I've been back a few times but this was a reunion. So lots of other people from my class. But, most importantly, two of my best friends. We stayed up late talking, toured around campus, playing the "remember whens," ate at our favorite restaurants and drank a margarita or two. Ran into people I ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-79203603639047806172009-11-03T19:53:00.001-07:002009-11-03T19:53:20.488-07:00little pawsEveryone, meet the new(ish) pup. Pup, meet... everyone. ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-90094399848080163812009-11-02T20:37:00.001-07:002009-11-02T20:37:52.800-07:00only a testDipping my toes in the water. Just seeing if there's anyone still out there. But I suppose it doesn't matter... I'll be telling more stories soon. Just testing out a different way to post. ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-29034905912124900392009-07-10T07:14:00.001-06:002009-07-10T08:24:17.123-06:00Photo Friday #16Colorado-Style Hitching Postoutside a favorite bar, Colorado(Summer, 2009) A real friend is one who walks inwhen the rest of the world walks out.Walter Winchellramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-23959777764817528502009-05-12T22:59:00.004-06:002009-05-12T23:07:40.774-06:00too quietEverything's too quiet. No matter how long I stay away, when I come home the silence is deafening. There's no face in the window waiting for me. There's no wagging tail to greet me. There's no tiggering for treats. No impatient pacing waiting for our walk. Last week I had to make the hardest decision of my life. I had to say goodbye to my best friend. No matter how much I try to remember the ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-35835515034703760852009-03-05T22:35:00.006-07:002009-03-06T08:51:34.864-07:00a furry miracleThe second she realized where we were she started shaking. She hates the place, and I don't blame her. Not that they're not nice to her there. Not at all. But she has been cut open a few times by them. The last time they took her back into the back room, I had to leave her there, for days. The last time, they didn't think she would make it. The last time they sent her home with me and told me to ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-43623858345075305912009-02-08T23:31:00.002-07:002009-02-08T23:37:54.170-07:00fading friendsI was reminded this weekend that some friends won't be forever friends. That some friends are friends for a certain period of your life and then the friendship fades.Some friends I have been very close with on and off since college got together this weekend. And sitting at dinner, listening to some of them tell their stories, commandeering the conversation as if they were the only important ones,ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-32403226568611399572009-01-23T06:08:00.000-07:002009-01-23T06:08:01.278-07:00photo Friday #15Snowy DaysColorado(January, 2009) If you would not be forgotten,as soon as you are dead and rotten,either write things worth reading,or do things worth the writing.Benjamin Franklinramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-6256864063634310432009-01-21T21:17:00.002-07:002009-01-21T21:23:55.844-07:00what I did on my "vacation"Yes, for those of you who stopped by since I fell off the planet, I'm still here. Alive. Good. All that. Just busy. With work and other work. Friends and family. And of course there was a trip ot two.Besides all that, my issues are still inconsequential compared to others. I've been the sounding board. To many. Some friends who were at one time too busy to talk to me about the craziness they now ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-87795628193900849592008-10-28T22:02:00.000-06:002008-10-28T22:02:01.118-06:00unsureI've kept things to myself. Not shared. Every time I try to explain why I am feeling the way I do my friends or sister say I'm being too quick to judge. But there's a gut feeling. The same kind that I can't explain to him about why I think the way I do about certain issues. I don't know if I need to be more tolerant or if my trepidation is founded. And recently I haven't been in the mood to ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-48161510961396932672008-10-24T05:56:00.003-06:002008-10-24T11:06:20.164-06:00photo Friday #14Red AspensColorado(October, 2008) What you are will show in what you do. Thomas A. Edisonramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-82534558963493578262008-10-17T05:55:00.001-06:002008-10-17T05:55:00.428-06:00photo Friday #13AspensColorado(October, 2008) No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.Aesopramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-56132391758258514152008-10-15T22:07:00.002-06:002008-10-15T22:07:00.833-06:00no place like homeShe's home. Finally. No more lights or sensors. No more IVs or oxygen tubes. Unfortunately, I can't go see her, just yet. The last time I got to hold her was nearly a week ago. But, as soon as I get over my silly sinus infection, I intend to take TheDog to visit my adorable new niece.ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-45582150206466824462008-10-08T22:57:00.001-06:002008-10-09T10:43:48.007-06:00lucky misfortuneIt was a gorgeous fall day. I drove slowly, despite being a little on the late side. I was too busy taking in the beautiful golds and rusts of the autumn aspen leaves to hurry. I was having dinner with classmates, miles from home. After not having seen TheDog in days, after being in Texas for nearly a week prior. Work was crazy busy, but winding up the mountain roads made it slip out of my mind. ramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603642.post-90635193300304324392008-10-06T23:11:00.002-06:002008-10-07T07:15:28.815-06:00new additionThings have been an absolute whirlwind lately. Various stories to tell. But only one really important one. I'm an auntie! (again) My new little niece was about five weeks early and is still in the NICU, but she's doing better each day. She's beautiful and partially named after me. And I can't even imagine how much my sister wants her to come home. I can't wait to be able to hold her and spoil herramblin' girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.com1