I'm A Little Afraid...
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often (or at all), please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad, real or made up. I promise not to come after you with a SPOON either way. Actually, I may do so, because it's blunt, it'll hurt more. When you're finished, you could post this little paragraph on your Live Journal Weblog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you...
posted by Chloe' Gardner | 4:50 PM
14 Comments:
Our moment is first thing in the morning before the daughter is awake when I am having my first cup of coffee and first cigarette and I sit at the computer and go walking through blogland and look to see what your latest adventure has been. :)
ok chloe. I keep telling everyone I find this post so weird, but if you really want to know what I think ..... hmmmmm ..... only joking.
Seriously, chloe your writing is beautiful and I enjoy visiting (and mrsbg says ;o) too).
One thing's for sure, I'm not posting this for myself. I don't think I want to know what people think of me (LOL)
lotsa luv ann xxxxxx
Thanks Ladies :0) And no one's post sucks! :0) Ann, don't be afraid to post it, I believe you're liked far more than I am :0)
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sooooooorry, that was me.
more liked ~ huh ~ who's going to the ball ...... cinderella ..... and who's staying home ..... the wicked witch :o(( .... and if he says another word about my broomstick I swear I'll bash him over the head with it and then he'll need some nursing.
Beyond reality lies an area that equates much of who we are. Hopefully we realize This Much? I for one can't begin to express a response so solemn as to say Thank You! Beginning to experience a bond beyond mere miles although unknown has helped me see past my own shortcomings I have. All I have to say(not my quote)is "Be Not Afraid" and God Bless You
I think I have the same memories as everyone else. I think your writing is excellent, you bring a warmth to your blog that lets others as well as myself, relate to you.
Thank you for creating a blog, and opening up your life with us.
Anything? Real or not real? Hmm...
I remember watching you as filed your fingernails with that emory board as we watched tv. You thought I was wierd for watching you do this menial thing, but I was mesmerized. This was homelife; relaxed, quiet, and peaceful. Something that we had craved for so long.
You were so beatiful that night, just in your pajamas, and that faint little smile as we sat there.
Now when I am in the store and happen to see an emory board, that memory flashes across my eyes. And the heartache swells up once more.
All I have to say is...
Penguins
:-)
Well, we've never talked, and until now i didn't know you existed. Now, you've sent a stream of electrons to the monitor on my computer, across the country and into my mind. I know you exist. I guess I know a bit about you. You are likeable. You are interesting. What you do matters to me now. You are a memory, but you are also in my "now." AMAZING!
when i read your blog, i feel like i'm sitting on the sofa with you having a good talk. you make me feel welcome and understood. i've never met you, but it doesn't mean that southern souls don't flock together.
You are warm and witty sweet and always willing to give for someone wlse that is what I remember.
:)
I think I remember u saying you're from the South which rocks! Also, your great description of getting Bobby to take his shirt off & rubbing vapo-rub on him.
You like our horses, and I love your writing. I love your taste in music(great minds think alike), but you have bad taste in men.
Just kidding, don't bite head off! :)
You are an amazing soul, and we know who you are and who you aren't. And that is why we care.
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