tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60697896004377450342024-02-18T22:05:28.807-06:00Runaground"...dare to be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not..." - <i>Henri-Frédéric Amiel</i>Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-38213757099343966052011-02-14T15:41:00.002-06:002011-02-14T15:47:01.547-06:00To Think I Held You Yesterday...Yes, it's been a long time. Life has just been happening and I've had some projects I've been busy completing so writing just wasn't in the cards for me. Anyway, life is just so strange sometimes.I actually went out on a date -- if you can call it that. I met a man for coffee out at a Starbuck's after he gave me his number. It was a disaster from the get-go. I barely knew his last name (and that Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-59191566130160922722010-11-18T20:19:00.004-06:002010-11-18T20:59:27.695-06:00Could You Help Me Place This Call?After drinks with a friend a few nights ago I came home and sat for a while until the tipsy had all but drained out of me, leaving just an edge of loosened inhibition. I had checked to see if BiB had responded to me and he hadn't. That edge started in on me, poking at me to go ahead and pick up the phone. So....I did. He answered within the first few rings and we chatted for over an hour.Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-9316839407051423712010-11-10T22:32:00.004-06:002010-11-10T22:52:10.383-06:00If We Had The Chance To Do It All Again, Tell Me, Would We?Very few people in my life can stir my pot like Grey can. I know he doesn't mean to do it and he'd probably make a concerted effort not to if he realized that he was; he's the type that prefers things stay on an even, steady keel. I know that and so I try to serve him up as little of it as I can, mostly because I don't want him to make that effort. And why? Well, if I'm honest it's because Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-46571878558427131742010-11-02T15:04:00.003-05:002010-11-05T00:01:28.754-05:00Oh My God...Here I Am...Once AgainLife sure can hand you some seismic twists. I was a fool to get lulled into the confidence of thinking that these sorts of things couldn't happen to me any longer. I was a fool to think I was immune to the effects.The last couple of years I've settled into a pretty consistent pattern. I get up, I go to work, I hang with friends, I may play some video games or watch some TV, I go to bed and get upRunagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-77049307523911905552010-08-21T09:23:00.003-05:002010-08-21T09:38:23.089-05:00Hello, Yeah It's Been A WhileNot much. How bout you?Since vacation ended I've been busy. I came home to a whole new set of job responsibilities and the last couple weeks have been a whirlwind. Even though there's been a lot of pressure put on me with these new tasks I think it does me good in the long run. I've found my job more interesting recently -- always a big plus. I also have much more ammunition in the raise Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-68796329286106524062010-08-05T15:32:00.005-05:002010-08-06T08:28:47.255-05:00I'm Back In the Saddle AgainChecking in!I'm back from my vacation. The parents and the kiddo and I had a great time. We ended up driving about 2700 miles total. It was a bit more rushed this time around than it was 2 years ago since we'd added one destination (Chicago) to our itinerary. This time around was a lot more tiring for my parents -- so much so that if we do it again next year or a few years from now we'll take a Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-88978595300028968842010-07-08T12:25:00.007-05:002010-07-08T13:37:13.224-05:00Try To Realize It's All Within YourselfI've got a vacation coming up. I leave for the midwest in a week's time and man, am I ever looking forward to it! I need some downtime. I love going to that part of the country. It's my childhood home and where I feel most connected. It's a chance for my kiddo and my parents and I to have a lot of laughs and bond and travel. We're planning to drive a total of about 2,000 miles when all is said Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-85096273499120908792010-06-30T22:54:00.009-05:002010-06-30T23:16:24.700-05:00Act Your Age, Mama, Not Your Shoe SizeThis'll be a short little post this time around. It's late and I should be in bed. Instead I've been surfing the net looking at pictures of that gorgeous man, Ian Somerhalder. He plays Damon Salvatore on "The Vampire Diaries." Now if HE was a vampire in real life he could bite me anytime he liked.....Er, as long as he gave me some notice. Maybe a few weeks or so. Why? So I could go get Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-75938449155745136112010-06-16T15:42:00.003-05:002010-06-30T23:11:17.677-05:00All I Have To Do Is DreamI had the weirdest dream last night. It was something about riding on a train and traveling through Europe or whatever, but even weirder was sitting at a round table talking to someone while my mom dissected her father's torso like some bizarro scientific lab experiment. And even weirder than THAT? It didn't seem weird to me that she would be doing that. I would love to know what all that means. Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-31613764889522696652010-06-11T16:10:00.002-05:002010-06-11T16:37:20.336-05:00Let's Talk About Sex, BabyEarlier this week the ex texted me and wanted me to meet with him and Yo at a local restaurant to talk over some things about the kiddo. It was in regards to an interesting dilemma that I'm sure many parents of gay and lesbian teens face -- "should she have sleepovers with friends that are girls?" We had a long talk about it. Some things were said that I took exception to (mostly about the Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-35522118925026996072010-06-01T09:45:00.006-05:002010-06-01T11:29:05.272-05:00I'm Living Every Minute...Let's see......1) It's All For The Best moment -- Mr. Epic Fail of the previous post has bowed out of the ring. That's quite all right by me. I haven't missed him a bit.2) Great news of the week -- HD told me last night he just might be able to get to the States! I'm thrilled about that and will make a herculean effort to meet him wherever he may be. It might be (probably will be) my only chance Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-86529929163918126672010-05-28T10:49:00.004-05:002010-05-28T11:22:46.986-05:00Put Me In, Coach, I'm Ready to PlayWhat a difference a week makes. The ball has definitely been in my court and I've made some choice plays. The one I made the night before last was the most telling.For background, he and I chatted on Skype a bit last weekend and as a result he's apparently assumed he's got some leeway with me permanently because I decided to allow a bit of it temporarily. Initially I thought that might've been a Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-62814373953483572992010-05-18T12:02:00.006-05:002010-05-18T13:11:02.393-05:00Would You Run Away? Would You Stay?So when it rains, it pours.About three weeks ago an online chat turned into what I'd call the chat version of drunk dialing. I saw him in IRC and messaged him to exchange a hello how you doing and before I knew it he was flirting, teasing and suggesting, his tone definitely different than his normal reserved attitude. Confused at first by this change (he'd been keeping me at a careful distance, Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-54602259417001973462010-05-12T13:55:00.006-05:002010-05-12T14:05:58.132-05:00We’d Like To Help You Learn To Help YourselfThere's a certain amount of freedom that comes to you as you get older -- at least for me personally. As a girl and young woman I was very rigid about what I thought was proper behavior and very hard on myself/good with excuses when I didn't live up to it. I'm now finding that rigidity is loosening a lot. I'm more sure of myself and less concerned with what others may think about what I do or Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-64296633609661218692010-04-15T13:55:00.006-05:002010-04-15T14:24:59.692-05:00Time Keeps On Slipping, Slipping, Slipping Into The FutureI don't get to spend as much time as I'd like with some of my friends. There's always something going on and before you know it, you look up and a year or five is gone. Just gone. You never know what's gonna happen tomorrow but somehow you let day after day go by just like they'll always be there to waste. I'm as guilty of it as anyone.Today Grey and I chatted online a bit. We don't get a chance Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-549533436573536822010-03-15T09:12:00.004-05:002010-03-15T09:35:09.580-05:00Growing Up In A Hurry, YeahStill here. My new job's been crazy and my gaming has been consuming. Oh, and I've been sick with bronchitis as well. When I have the time to sit and think about things and come up with a decent post I'll be sure to put it here. Other than that, there's only one tidbit I can think of:A few weeks ago the kiddo called from school. This initially concerned me and I was about to lecture her on Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-34026422663166999722010-02-16T11:18:00.002-06:002010-02-16T11:20:07.938-06:00Let’s Go Back To Church My kiddo has had a difficult time in her short years finding a church that accepted her for who she is. She would attend other churches with her friends but found that while they preached love and acceptance, the reality was much different. She could never find one that would acknowledge that she could be the person she is and still believe in a Creator. Instead, otherwise supposedly mature Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-75822180944782826902010-01-26T17:11:00.001-06:002010-01-26T17:12:41.711-06:00It's Just A Fantasy, It's Not The Real ThingMy last commenter prodded me to update. All right, then, let's discuss fantasy and reality.Some people use fantasy -- games, etc -- to escape reality. To avoid reality. I do that at times, just like everyone else does. I did it a lot the last time I played before I divorced.This time, though, I'm finding my needs are different ones. Oh, there's still a little of the need to escape, sure. But for Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-43806892441657756972009-12-21T14:52:00.002-06:002009-12-21T14:54:58.490-06:00Our House It Has A CrowdDuring the time the ex and I were married he worked at a number of manufacturing plants in their accounting departments. He made friends over the years with a few of the other accountants and line managers and kept in touch with them for some years after leaving the jobs where he'd met them.One of these friends of his popped into my mind today. I don't even know if the two of them stay in touch Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-72706113912904242312009-12-14T20:27:00.002-06:002009-12-14T20:43:17.340-06:00It's Been A Long Time....I've been sorely neglecting this little blog. I've been neglecting a lot of things the last couple weeks because I've been indulging an old habit/hobby of mine -- online gaming. I have tried various avenues for this -- most notably WoW -- but the constant grinding and farming for quests just wasn't able to hold my interest as much as the heavy roleplaying systems based on the Neverwinter NightsRunagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-82265743813478498712009-11-18T17:33:00.012-06:002009-11-18T18:06:25.517-06:00Must Have Used The Wrong LineFiled in the "just when you think you've seen everything" file....I have an imaginary point system when it comes to men and I'd wager most women (and men!) do too. Like most people, I have automatic deductions and additions that I apply. Do you smoke? Sorry, no. Are you really listening to me? Score! Look like you haven't bathed in a while? Bzzzzzz, move along. Are you into me without Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-71822937176324457582009-11-14T12:13:00.005-06:002009-11-14T12:22:59.594-06:00Way Back In The Hills....Listening to bluegrass makes me feel like a child again; it stirs up a deep sense of nostalgia that other genres of music don't manage to do for me on a consistent basis. Disco makes me feel like dancing, the blues bring me down, jazz makes me feel mellow or cool, and rock? Rock is harder for me to narrow down because it inspires many different feelings in me depending on the lyrics and tone ofRunagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-16643321248431403412009-10-27T21:57:00.004-05:002009-10-28T08:42:14.899-05:00Now That I Am Starting To Remember Who I AmThey say, "Ignorance is bliss." They also say, "Know Thyself."Well....which is it? You can't have both.Ignorance of sitations and events -- such as when someone you love takes a risk or if you did without realizing how close you came to danger -- can be blissful. It's often easier to accept loss of control if you're not even aware that you were out of it. But I don't buy the saying when it comes Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-90569074239250271752009-10-21T13:25:00.000-05:002009-10-21T13:28:27.968-05:00Is Keeping Me Waiting....“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. ~ A.A. Milne --Pooh might not have had the word for what he felt but he knew how primally pleasurable it was to feel it. And it is so Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069789600437745034.post-91690057433893782312009-10-14T19:00:00.004-05:002009-10-14T19:43:12.489-05:00I'm On A Ride And I Want To Get Off...but they won't slow down/the roundabout."Those lyrics have been bouncing around in my head for the past hour or so. So much of life seems routine and predictable and then -- every once in a while -- something comes along that shakes you out of your self-imposed coma. It's really hard to stand back and let that something drop away and force yourself to step back into the routine. You find Runagroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464718493283885724noreply@blogger.com0