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That Which Resonates

The waves of life are wonderfully unpredictable with the tide bringing people and moments together but also dividing us into distant waters where we may or may not opt to return to the safety of the shore.

I want to be able to float on the surface, warming my face with the light of the sun and explore the darker depths without getting lost. I want to navigate and endure the white capped waters that slap the rock under our feet, occasionally challenging our balance.

And when I fear falling or slipping away, I want to be able to reach for your hand - already extended in my direction.

"Long after moments of closeness have passed, a part of you remains with me and warms the places your hands have touched and hastens my heart for your return." - Robert Sexton

Tagged

...by Sarahlynn and happy to oblige.

The Rules

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

Six Random Things About Me

1. I can't stand to have my knees touched. Wait - let me repeat that - I...CAN'T...STAND...TO...HAVE...MY...KNEES...TOUCHED. I absolutely freak out. Seriously.
2. I also have a very strong aversion to the paper rings around restaurant silverware/napkin sets. I have no idea why but they gross me out. My father loves to taunt me with these (which doesn't help me but appears to supply him with great entertainment). I wonder if there is a name for such a bizarre phobia and/or if there are other freaks like me.
3. I am stubborn beyond reason. By example - I would rather lose an arm than reach for a hand to help me....then, upon losing the arm, I would sneer and scoff, "I'd like to see 'em try and get my other arm." I recognize this as an idiotic weakness.
4. I was captain of the cheer leading squad in high school and hated every single minute of it.
5. Although I've always believed it to be a great decade for music, I have recently become re-addicted to 80's music. Retro Saturday Night rocks.
6. I'm currently missing someone quite terribly.

Here are my choices for the next six unsuspecting victims participants. If they have already played along, they can wrap paper napkin rings around my knees and tell me to pay better attention to their blogs:

Not That Desperate

Crazy Cat Woman

Coffee Soup

Mimilou

Yankee T

Halloweenlover

A Post To Catch Up

I've been a shitty blogger over the course of the last year - I admit it - and have failed to document some significant events along the way:

He turned 17 and brought a girl to his birthday dinner for the first time. Although he talks about her in a whatever manner now, she is documented as his first serious girlfriend and - even if he doesn't know it or simply won't admit it yet - she is/will be special. They dated 9 months - that's a long time at 17.

He also took her to homecoming but I'm opting to post the picture of he and I on this day instead. I will always remember being slightly bent out of shape when her father laughed, "Does he even own a jacket?"

I'm recording this time of his life as the phase where he thinks he knows exactly who he is, what he wants and how he's going to get it - he's always been a good kid but having a job and a car has given him a heightened attitude of self assurance. During a recent argument, he threw his hands up in exasperation and spewed, "Oh my God, mom....this just goes to show how much you DON'T know!"

I guess I should be glad that, instead of dealing with issues like drugs and alcohol, we struggle with getting him to understand the importance of effectively managing his money and applying himself in school. Even though I'm perceived as the village idiot of the house these days, I predict my "lame" advice will become sage as he grows older.

Perhaps the most significant - and current - event is his first prom (Junior year). He went with his second serious girlfriend and thought he was super cool in his all black tux - she painted her nails black to match.

They were in a group of 20 who took a limo downtown for dinner and dancing. By all accounts, they seemed to have a great time. I realize he has another year to go but, so far, I'm thankful his high school experience has been what it is and not like the painful existence of mine.

For Sale

1996 Toyota Celica

(gently used)