Lyrics #9

This is one of my favorite songs:

I remember thinking
Sometimes we walk
Sometimes we run away
But I know
No matter how fast we are running
Somehow we keep
Somehow we keep up with each other

Phew!

I now know that "Right on" guy has a second bathroom that is the one he actually uses daily. I think maybe the other one is so dirty because he does not see it. Out of sight, out of mind. Not that I could ever forget that I have a second bathroom that needs to be cleaned occasionally. Plus, if you do not frequently use it, and you have cleaned it before, wouldn't it be cleaner? Not that I am being judgmental or anything. :)

I love New England sports. :)

Okay, I really just watch the Sox and Pats, but still. AND, I didn't just start watching them when they started winning either. I wish I could have been here last night.

Trying to remind myself of the not-so-good times

I am far enough removed from my last real relationship to think on the times I had with the ex fondly - the couple of business trips of his I went on; the weekend in Western Mass, so close to my parents but they didn't know I was there so it was like I was doing something wrong; high tea at the Four Seasons; baseball games; Sunday mornings making breakfast together and drinking coffee on the porch. I try to remind myself of the lack of communication and feeling like I was never heard or understood. The time when we were not technically together, but still talking and seeing each other, and I had surgery and he did not come see me for over a week.

I decided, with sort of permission from the roomy, to edit the ex's business school application essays. It is one of those rocks/hard places dilemmas because I knew I could help and not have to offer personal information, and I would feel guilty if I did not help. In the end I did it, but only that - no information about my life or how I am doing or how the PhD is going. All other emails from him I have not responded too.

He knows how to get me though. He actually thanked me, twice, for helping with the essays and being so good to him. He wanted to take me out to dinner for helping (to which I did not respond). He keeps me updated on some health issues he has had. My friend (KHC) suggested blocking his emails, which would be good because I would not read them, but bad because he would not get them returned.

He asked if I would be interested in post-season baseball tickets if he can get them. I wish it wouldn't be wrong to just take the tickets and find someone else to go with. If my team makes it, there is almost no way I could say "no" to tickets?! Never mind the impossible expense as a graduate student, what about the impossibility of actually getting the tickets?

[I refer to it as my baseball team because the ex cared nothing for baseball until he met me. I was even a little distracted the first time we went out because the game was on behind the bar and the bartender and I were talking about it. Oops.]

Are you a Yankee or a Rebel?

This is a fun quiz.

I am only 9% Dixie - the quiz wanted to know if I needed help digging out of the snow. I guess I am somewhat of a true New Englander. :)

Words get boring

So here are some cute pictures playing with the color accent on my camera. :)

(Not my "dog")My niece looking relatively innocent