Hey All
When you see that someone you love or all the people you love, stop and tell them so. Give them hug or a kiss or both.
posted by The RHS @ 7:34 AM
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Chronicles of a Red Headed Stranger
Surely it gets worse than this.
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okay, so I can find my blog but not log into it.
what gives? =/
and apparently I can leave comments.
what the . . . .
excellent post red.
xo
curious what you'll think of my latest (non t-bear) movie post...
;)
I'll have to go check it out!!!
March 10, 2006
oy, so I still haven't gotten my blog back and I haven't had much time to pursue the issue.
So, I'm thinking about just turning this comments section into my blog.
Why the hell not? I mean, this is the only way I can access the SOB.
Oh well.
Life has gotten hectic. Promotion. Lots to do and no time to do anything. I'm still tired from December.
But there's a light on at the end. I can see it. There's always a light on. You just have to look for it. Sometimes it's the stars or the moon or the morning sun. You just have to have faith that it's there.
More than anything you gotta' have faith in that.
Good news!
A very kind person named Samantha is looking into this!
Samantha, if you read this, you rock. If you get this fixed I'll buy you beer next time you're in town!
More from 3/9:
Sometime my head just don't work right. It's not necessarily bad- it just is what is.
So I'm sitting here, listening to a song, Golden Gate Fields by Rancid. I've put the damn thing on repeat so I hear it over and over and it makes me want to cry. Especially when he says, "Tim, do you remember?" and "Then he's gone, like a flash! Then he's gone, like a flash."
I don't why. It's like the time I was on the way home and I just started crying because "American Pie" was on the radio and it kept reminding me of one of my most favorite days I've ever had with my brother and I know I can't go back to that perfect moment yet I get choked up again typing it out. Me, him, the missus and his missus all just singing, doing bad shit like sitting in the back of his pickup drinking beer and singing the damn song at the top of our lungs while his missus drives us all around. It was beautiful. I hope it's one of the last memories I remember when it's all said and done and I hope he remembers it.
So the song is repeating and it's getting to that part again and now there are tears running down my face. I miss him. I miss that day. I hope we have more like them.
"When the field's wide open I take the horse that's got the biggest heart."
3/13
Well, I'm still blogging in the comments column. I kind of feel like I'm hijacking my own blog. Oh well. You can't stop the revolution - whatever rebellion I'm involved in.
I think it's wonderful that you have some great memories with your brother that are so powerful. Of course you can have them again. It won't be quite the same, but it'll be new and just as good. Has he met your little girl yet?
Can you not even log into your blogger dashboard? Redddd, did you forget your password?!
[from back in my internet customer service days] "are you sure your caps lock key isn't on?"
nah, I didn't forget my password. I checked that out!
But I think my buddy Samantha might have a solution . . . . . =)
LOL! I thought you were talking to yourself at first!
I always tell my people I love them, and I never say goodbye, whether it's on the phone or in person. It's always "see ya" or something to that effect. Whose blog did you read that affected you so?
Hey cantellya, i think the blog he read was mine... one of my best friends died last month. it sucked. it still does...
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