Steer Clear of the Doppelganger!

It's been a week and a day since my last post.  This is the problem I seem to have when I blog.  I tend to let it slide.  But, I'd determined I'm actually going to keep this up this time.  Not much today, just my morning encounter with a doppelganger . . .

So, I got behind a man this morning on my way to work.  I'm telling you, someday this man is going to blow and kill a few people.  As I approached him from the rear (I was driving faster than he was), I noticed he was driving quite erratically.  He jerked the vehicle twice to the left pretty hard.  I'm thinking he was digging around in his floorboard or something and veering out of his lane and jerking back in . . .  I really wanted to pass, but was afraid he'd run me off the road.  I was at least 2 to 3 car lengths behind him, but apparently this wasn't far enough to suit him.  Next thing I know, he's slowing down, pulling to the right, making erratic hand gestures for me to pass.  As I pass, I can see him (probably) cursing me, and he then takes the opportunity to lay down on the horn.  What is his problem???  The most disturbing part is that he looks remarkably similar to Terry O'Quinn (who plays John Lock on Lost) which prompted me to remember that quite some time ago, he and I had the same identical encounter on the road!  Seriously people, I never get hand gestures or horn blowing.  This man is going to make the evening news someday, and not in a good way!

So, this is your warning, if you see Terry O'Quinn's doppelganger driving a small dark truck on the roads, steer clear!  Seriously, would you want to encounter this man if he were irritated with you???

Do Your Friends Know You Love Them?

I received a phone call yesterday from our pastor . . .  A lady from Church went Home yesterday.  I knew she was having some problems, but had no idea just how serious they were.  She had open heart surgery Monday.  They were unable to restart her heart.  Her left ventricle just wouldn't pump.  She was put on a heart/lung bypass, which was removed yesterday, and shortly thereafter, she left us.

There are no words that can truly convey the essence of this wonderful woman.  She was always so vibrant and full of life.  Always with a laugh and smile.  Always with a hug or caring word.  I loved her so dearly, and I never told her.  I'm not even sure I realized the extent of my love for her until yesterday afternoon when I received that phone call.

This is a case where our loss is her gain.  She has something so much more wonderful now, but the world is left a little worse off without her in it.  I just wish I'd told her how much she means to me while I could.  I hope somehow she knew . . .

Valentine's Day 2010

Just wanted to give huge praise to my husband, who remembered Valentine's Day for the first time in years!  A traditional card just wouldn't cut it (he couldn't find one he liked) . . . no, he did so much better.  A bottle of body wash with a bath poof, candles, chocolates, and a box of caramel popcorn.  Plus, he bought a HUGE pizza and some soda for dinner, and rented three movies so we could relax a little!  He gets huge props this year!  :-)

Snow Day 2010

Snow is quite a rarity around here.  The last time we had snow was 14 years ago, so when they announced on the news Thursday that we could expect snow the next day, I was understandably skeptical.  It did, however, snow.  We had a beautiful steady snow for about 3 or 4 hours on Friday.  Of course it had rained all night, so any snow that landed in water or very wet ground immediately melted.  And what did stick, didn't stick long.  But, it snowed, and around here we'll take what we can get!

I threw on my robe over my sleep clothes and tucked Aaron inside with me.  We stuck a hat on his head and out we went to let him experience the falling snow.  Of course he had no idea what this white stuff was falling from the sky!  But then, he let out squeals of delight and started just bouncing in my arms with excitement!  Ron took a couple of pictures of us to document the experience.  So, until it snows again . . . many years from now . . .

Rose Colored Memories

We all get curious about those people in our past with whom we've lost touch.  That's the beautiful thing about social networking sites, we can find them.  We can feed our curiosity by seeing what the people of our past are doing now . . . who they are now . . .  I'll admit it - no one is exempt from this curiosity.

So, I facebook stalked my ex-boyfriend the other day - my first ex-boyfriend.  He didn't make his page nearly as private as I did mine, so I could see that he is married with children and gainfully employed.  Good for him.  What struck me, however, is how much different he seemed from the person I remember.  I remember tall, dark, and handsome.  I remember him being funny, but also having a certain sadness.  And now . . . he's quite pudgy and not nearly so handsome as I remember, but based on his wall posts, I must say he seems as good natured as always.  And, perhaps that is the rose coloring of my memories.  Maybe he was never as good looking as I remember.  Maybe I just saw him as so, because I was so in love . . .  And, maybe he looks so ordinary today, because he truly is just another person in the world that I happen to remember, and my love is placed elsewhere . . .

Maybe some memories just need to be left in the past . . . in their rose colored glow, for to dust them off today and look at them again . . . they just seem so small . . .

The Road Not Taken

Everything in life is about the roads we choose to take.  My old blog, I decided, was far too negative . . . OK, so I rarely ever posted to it, but its very address and title?  Negative . . .  So, I've decided to take my blog on a new path.  I changed the web address and title, and hope I'm creating a more positive energy.  And, now to share a poem that makes you think about the roads you take . . .

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost