skeletons

painful memories
digging in the past of life
bury who i was

digging through old bones

Found an old box tonight. At first the smell of age hits you as it was opened, then the synapsis kick in from unaccessed areas of grey matter. Pictures of boys I have kissed, a letter from my dad I couldn't quite courage the strength to read, a letter of recommendation from a teacher, notes from a high school friend, painful and cherished memories. I had to stop looking in it.

I don't know where the tears are coming from as I process what I just did. Is it the lost acquaintances? The stupid mistakes? Or a girl I didn't like much. (me) It's not all sadness. Some is painful from reading some of my old writing from English in college. Ugh. Why do I hold on to it? What makes me not want to throw it away? What good can come from a giant floppy disk? I find myself putting it all away and knowing myself, I'll do it again. I'll bring out those memories and dig through the old bones of my past.

gno

three friends together

laughter and fun between them

brings out best in all

i have two best friends, melanie and tracy, who i just moved away from. i hate that i'm farther from them because we do a lot together and now it has to be planned. so last night we had a girls night out, complete with dinner, movie and refreshment afterwards. 

the fun thing was we went to see mamma mia! which depicts two groups women, a mother and her two best friends and the daughter with her two best friends. my friend tracy, on the left, suggested from now on we sing to each other instead of talking like they did in the movie. we tried last night. that was fun. 

a girl and her doll

danielle has had elizabeth for three years now. when she first got her, she wasn't the best caregiver so her hair didn't fair well. we gave her a hair cut. now that danielle has proved that she is a better provider we sent her to get fixed.

she carefully placed elizabeth in a padded box with airholes so she could get air to breathe and then she wrote this letter that was placed inside.

it will be a happy reunion when elizabeth comes back home to us.

Pregnant Kim and three year old William... talking

He might kill me for it one day, but then again... he might laugh.

minutia

a slippery slope. a door begging not to be opened. backlogged stuff that never had a home and now needs a home. it is what stops you in your tracks and you find yourself wondering how did i get here? 

minutia slows

oozing from the crevices

makes kim a dull girl