Dog Days

It's that time of year.

Summer, so far, has been one of the best in recent memories (summer and I have a very fickle relationship.) In these last couple of weeks, though, I am sensing that slow change into the long, long days of summer, where I begin to anticipate the beautiful routine that is Fall and the school year.

Work changes, subtly, so that I am no longer preparing for the quickly upcoming youth summer trips, but for the long term (which is harder to focus on for the long-term, in my office), the weekly routine shifts as more and more people start to take weekend trips that my job doesn't always allow (given that I work on Sundays) and I start to feel a little bit lonesome. It's nothing major other than a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach and in the back of my mind. It's easily remedied during the week and can be put on the back burner during the weekend when not left too long to my own devices.

I'm pretty good at constructing things for me to do, to keep myself busy, but the nagging is always there, always seeming to walk a step behind. It's the time of year I start to feel a little left behind (not the kirk cameron kind) and wonder why my need seems to be so great and others so small.

I'm hoping that all the upcoming good stuff next week and that the trip to Colorado and friend-a-palooza next weekend will put the nagging to rest.

Ghosts

You

And Our

Arguments, worn out like sweaters,
with patches on the elbows, slowly unraveling,

You

And Your

Demands, always wanting, always pushing,
More than I wanted, could have had, could have given

You

And Your

Pyromania, determining to build and to burn
The things that were good, the things that worked.

You

And Your

Side of the story,
Constructed to make you look like the knight and
me the distressed, the lost, the confused

Me

And My

Fault, for believing you were more than a reptutation,
for seeing what I wanted you to be, not what you were

Me

And My

Ghosts, lurking behind good memories turning sour.

Burn

A long, long time ago, I was told that the song below reminded them of me. It was the beginning of the end of something long and drawn out and at the time I was flattered. Recently, I acquired the song, thanks to Sarah Wright, looked up the lyrics and found out that they're not really very flattering.

Hum. So much for that.

I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
I'm still driving away
And I'm sorry every day
I won't always love these selfish things
I won't always live...
Not stopping...

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine

Amazing still it seems
I'll be 23
I won't always love what I'll never have
I won't always live in my regrets

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine...

Happy Birthday Jamie!

Come join us on the older half of the 20's!!

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