Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Nostalgia
A friend of mine sent me a link of some Flickr photos a friend of his had posted. I don't know his friend, though back in the day, I damn well should have. Circles were small then. And these pics revealed a horde of my friends from 'back then'. It was a punch in the gut. There I was at work, poring over grant accounts and general expense budgets, working on summer course approvals (that should have been done MONTHS ago except for the shifting whimsy of my faculty), when BOOM! This tiny blue underlined thang. That I clicked on. And was immediately transported to 1988... or somewhere thereabouts.Take, for instance, this picture. The guy leaning on the bike is Hood. We never dated, but hung out a lot for awhile. I spent many an hour on the back of his bike. Too bad it's an old far-off photo and that he's wearing sunglasses. This guy had the most piercing eyes. I ran into him at Gabe's a gazillion years ago... he'd been in a motorcycle accident. Went airborne and through a billboard. They had to pull his face down from his forehead. We kept staring at each other across the bar, and he finally came over. "Hi, Angie." It took a minute. But his eyes were the same. I don't know what happened to him after that night.
The guy here is my ex-boyfriend, Simon. Foreground is Geoff, and I can't tell, but I think he's talking to Digger. That might be Christi with the red hair.
There is no point to this post. Just that I'm caught up in a time that doesn't exist anymore. Remembering that we all used to be young once. That seeing these pictures, these people... just makes me feel incredibly nostalgic for a time when I was young and stupid. And damn... I miss these people.Monday, April 07, 2008
I'm baaaaack... ostensibly
My computer has been at death's door knocking loudly for a long, long time. Alas, my dear friend installed a new hard drive, and after a wee bit more dinkling with the darn thing, IT WORKS. So a ginormous THANK YOU goes to MAK. I can now check in and see what's happening in the macroscosms of Blogland. I can play Scrabulous on Facebook (where good ol' Lois Lane kicks my ASS 9 out of 10 games). My rich inner world is finally complete again.
Sigh...
Now for some updates:
Gus goes to the vet tomorrow for boosters. Doc will yell at me because I don't think Das Poog has lost any of the weight he gained at my mom's. Ah well. He IS big-boned.
The elbow is ok. I can bend it enough to scratch the top of my head. Still can't pick my nose, though, so in my book, the damn thing is still fairly useless.
There's an employee meeting going on RIGHT NOW at the bar in which I work. I never go to these things, but I told my boss I want to cut back from that one day a week to every other week. I may not have a job there in the next half hour or so. Would that make me sad? No. Not really.
I'm up for a performance review at my JOB job. Considering the above disclosure, I hope for a good raise.
It was my mom's b-day on Saturday. She's 64... and acts like 46. I love you, Mom.
My dad still isn't speaking to me. I've lost count of how many weeks it's been. I love you, Dad. Now pick up the damn phone and quit being such a baby. 'Cuz he started it.
Soon, the butt ugly bushes in my front yard will be annihilated. I'm taking a chain saw to those nasty bastards. Thinking about putting in some boxwoods, but I'm open to suggestions from any master gardeners out there.
Mom gave me 100 pounds of day lillies. I'm still not sure where they're going, but figure there's a whole lotta fenceline that could be beautified.
And that's the scoop of stuff coming straight at you from Chez Cootera. Here's hoping everyone's week has started off in a phenomenal manner.
Fin.
Who dat snappin' back? |
Sigh...
Now for some updates:
Gus goes to the vet tomorrow for boosters. Doc will yell at me because I don't think Das Poog has lost any of the weight he gained at my mom's. Ah well. He IS big-boned.
The elbow is ok. I can bend it enough to scratch the top of my head. Still can't pick my nose, though, so in my book, the damn thing is still fairly useless.
There's an employee meeting going on RIGHT NOW at the bar in which I work. I never go to these things, but I told my boss I want to cut back from that one day a week to every other week. I may not have a job there in the next half hour or so. Would that make me sad? No. Not really.
I'm up for a performance review at my JOB job. Considering the above disclosure, I hope for a good raise.
It was my mom's b-day on Saturday. She's 64... and acts like 46. I love you, Mom.
My dad still isn't speaking to me. I've lost count of how many weeks it's been. I love you, Dad. Now pick up the damn phone and quit being such a baby. 'Cuz he started it.
Soon, the butt ugly bushes in my front yard will be annihilated. I'm taking a chain saw to those nasty bastards. Thinking about putting in some boxwoods, but I'm open to suggestions from any master gardeners out there.
Mom gave me 100 pounds of day lillies. I'm still not sure where they're going, but figure there's a whole lotta fenceline that could be beautified.
And that's the scoop of stuff coming straight at you from Chez Cootera. Here's hoping everyone's week has started off in a phenomenal manner.
Fin.
