We Found Love In A Hopeless Place

Yellow diamonds in the light

And we're standing side by side

As your shadow crosses mine

What it takes to come alive

 

Shine a light through an open door

Love and life I will divide

Turn away cause I need you more

Feel the heartbeat in my mind

 
 

Patricia Ellen Grieco 4/6/53-11/19/07

You took my hand

You showed me how

You promised me you'd be around

I took your words

And I believed

In everything

You said to me

 

Remember when we were such fools

And so convinced and just too cool

I wish I could touch you again

I wish I could still call you friend

I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now

'fore they're long gone

I guess I just didn't know how

I was all wrong

They knew better

Still you said forever

And ever

Who knew

I'll keep you locked in my head

Until we meet again

And I won't forget you my friend

What happened

If someone said three years from now

You'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them out

Cause they're all wrong and

That last kiss

I'll cherish

Until we meet again

And time makes

It harder

I wish I could remember

But I keep

Your memory

You visit me in my sleep

My darling

Who knew

I miss you

Who knew

My Number's Up

Over the past few weeks, I've won two raffles that I've entered and two tricky tray prizes.  This is very unlike me.  I usually have no luck whatsoever.  I never win anything.

Lately I've been having a tough time with life, in general.  Work is stressing me out; there's never enough time in the day; I don't get done even half of the things that I want to do.  I feel like I am running after a train that's going a little too fast for me to catch it, but I can't just give up and find another way to travel.  I'm stuck in this station, and I'm missing my damn train.  Over and over.

But, these four silly things that I've won have given me some hope.  Maybe it's a sign that good things are coming.  Maybe it's a sign to not give up.

I'm not big on signs.  I don't believe those people who say things like my dead mom gave me a sign that she was watching over me when the picture fell off the wall and landed on my head! mainly for two reasons.  One, I just don't believe that the dead can send the living signs.  But more importantly, if they can, then that means that my mom knows she's dead and she is aware that she's not here.  She's seen me struggle over the past three years.  She's experienced every tear that I've shed.  She's watched me miss her.  And if that's the case, then she's probably struggling, crying, and experiencing at the same time.  And I don't want her to.  I would never want her to know what she's missing. 

There is a good aspect about dying suddenly, rather than being sick for a while before passing.  When you suddenly die, you don't know what you're going to miss, or that you're going to miss anything, actually.  You don't know what you're never going to see again.  You don't know how everyone will get to go on living together, while you won't.  And most importantly, you don't feel the guilt that you might feel knowing that family and friends are going to mourn you for months, years, decades maybe.  When you just up and die one day, you don't even know what just happened.  That's sort of a good thing.  I guess?

The 19th is a tough day. It's hard for me, my family, and my mom's friends.  I don't know if I'll be able to adequately show what the day means to me because I'm not sure how I'll feel on it.  I just hope that my luck continues.  That my number keeps getting called.  That I never give up hope. 

June 22, 2007

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home

And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will flow into the mystic

Come on girl...

Too late to stop now...

Happy Anniversary, Hun.  It's been a great three years.

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Appreciation

This weekend I got to spend some time with my husband and my daughter. We didn’t do anything super exciting, but being together was really special.

It's good to just chill every once in a while.  To calm down and relax and not take for granted all that I have.

To leave the laundry, the dusting, the dishwasher, the everything.


I need to appreciate a little girl running.

A little ninna-nanna.

A rest in a chair.

A strawberry smile.

Or the fact that she now sleeps with the lights on.  And don't even try to turn them off in the middle of the night because you. will. be. sorry.  (What the heck is this all about? She just up and decided this weekend that she needs the lights on all night.  Despite the fact that she's never needed the lights on and has a night light.  As always, comments appreciated.)
 
 

 
 
So yeah, we had a good weekend.  And now it's back to work.  And to school.  And to the laundry.  Hope you enjoy your week.  A couple of cool cats 'round these parts got married three years ago tomorrow.  They say that the 3rd anniversary is leather and crystal.  Since neither of those items can be purchased on my lunch break at Walmart, in this house three years signifies going out to dinner, I guess. 
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Tax Day (And Giveaway Winner!)

First things first, you're not going to believe this.  I took karastefa's advice and used RANDOM.ORG to generate a winner for $15 Starbuck's gift card, and, she won!  So, uh, that's interesting, huh?  She's happens to be my neighbor, so I will be hand-delivering her gift today.  Congrats, Kara.  Enjoy your high-priced caffeinated drink!

Second, around the world today means one thing--tax day. But not for me.  Today, 8 years ago, my husband Gregory asked me to officially be his girlfriend.  For reals!  He really asked me.  It sounds so cute, right?! 

We had been dating for a couple of months and he asked me to meet him after work at his friends' house for a BBQ.  It was the first time I was meeting these friends, and I knew that Greg really trusted their opinion.  After the BBQ we went back to Greg's house and that's where he asked me.  I don't think I had ever been asked to be someone's girlfriend, so it was sort of a big deal to me. 

And it was tax day.  So, that's how I remember it.

It's been a great 8 years, Greg, and here's to another 8! 

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