That its so weird, she's not going to talk about it

Truly, truly bizarre. And in a way that can not be explained, totally cruel, if not intentional. Ah well.

Today was a great one. My wallet was found so I have everything back. EVERYTHING. Nothing was taken out of it. This makes me very very happy. Granted I had to take a 30min drive to get it and then 30 back, but its all good. Saved me from spending money on shoes/clothes this afternoon. ...And my faith in humanity has been restored.

I went to my favorite tea place to relax and write. I ended up playing with Twitter, playing my DS, staring at tea, "thinking" about writing, and then writing a poem. I had hoped to get a few pages mapped out for my book. (Finally got some feedback from my 'beta reader'. Happily, she really likes the direction it is going, but said she is having fun with her 'red pen'. lol That I expected and told her she would have. So I can feel comfortable moving on with it.) But just when I thought I would get some written, a friend called. When I got off the phone with her, a friend showed up. Then I was late to my dinner party. lol So no book today. I could work on it tonight but....yeah, I think I am going to sleep instead.

One of my old co-workers that I loved, came to town for the weekend and got to spend some time with her. Got to hear a 'non-biased' opinion on things. Both refreshing, yet not shocking. lol Her son and my son get along great and they had so much fun. I felt bad when it was time for us all to go because I am not positive when I will get to see her again. Plans are being made to go up North and go camping though. Totally up for that.

Caroline has been thinking that her word for the month must be 'totally' because she has been saying it a lot lately. Wonder what next month's word will be......

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The stranger sitting next to you
At the crowded coffee shop...
The child riding the horse
Outside of the grocery store....
The couple sitting on the bench
As you walk by at the park...
The new car that passes
As you unlock your old one...
The friend that listens to you complain
About the same thing for the uptenth time...
The person you come home to
And who welcomes you...
They bring you
Exctiment
Happiness
Envy
Comfort
A rock
Everything plays a roll in our lives.
Everything.

Bowling is a fickle friend

I love bowling, I really do, but it is such a fickle friend. I've been bowling for years. Yup, I am one of those kids that woke up early on Saturday to go bowl on a youth league. I loved it. I loved winning more. When I went to college I joined the university's team and bowled with them on the collegiate circuit for four years.
Then I stopped for a couple years. I became sick of it. I was tired of one game being perfect, and the next, after your lane conditions broke down, barely breaking your average. I couldn't give it up forever though, so I've been bowling with some women for a few years now on a women's league. I often referr to this league as the 'old bitties'. If it weren't for my teammates, I wouldn't bowl with these women., but bah, over all I enjoy it. lol
hmmm, random tanget writing tonight...I may just go with it. lol Bare with me. :)
Last night I thought after the first frame it would be a horrible game...but I ended up bowling a 212, which is pretty good. I was really happy about it. Then my track (this is where I had been laying the ball the first game and where it rolled to find the pocket (that is the ideal spot for a stricke)) started breaking down and I consistantly left at least one pin everytime. SOOOO frustrating. But I still managed to break my average.
The last game. Ugh, it was like a different night. I couldn't pick up any spares, and maybe one strike. Didn't hit my average at all. Very disappointing. But that is bowling. Its what one should expect. lol
I tried to write a poem there about bowling...but I think it's pretty bad. lol Maybe I'll share it anyway.
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Searching for emotion, in an emotionless situation
Can anything really be void?
Ah, a smile....a grimace...
The emotion is there in the people
Not what one expects...
(lol told you it wasn't great!)


The poems of yesterday
Tell the story of what lead to today
The heartache, the joy, the love, the hate
Hopes of happiness to come
Realizations come too late
Fears of dreams that won't be achieved
Feelings that seemed so real and true
And believed that they would never fade
or be forgotten.