I just made a Press post that may or may not have been appropriate, but it hit me pretty hard. Kelly and Polly Freas were good friends at one time, although after Polly died, Kelly kind of drifted away from his old friends, plus he was more a friend of my exhusband. Still, I should have kept up with him better. RIP.
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Ginger - Jan 02, 2005 6:39:11 am PST #665 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 6:39:22 am PST #666 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
A bad night for sleep everywhere. Mine was acid reflux, which I almost never get. And you can't take neurontin anywhere near antiacids. Feh.
Good morning. It can stop pouring now. We're off to see the Raiders today.
SailAweigh - Jan 02, 2005 6:46:18 am PST #667 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{Ginger}} I'm sorry about your friend. I liked his work. And...Alfred E. Neuman, hee! I never knew that.
DCJensen - Jan 02, 2005 6:50:18 am PST #668 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
We're off to see the Raiders today.
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They took the whole Cherokee nation,
Put us on this reservation,
Took away our way of life
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deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 6:50:30 am PST #669 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Ginger, damn. That was some beautiful work he did.
Lilty Cash - Jan 02, 2005 6:52:35 am PST #670 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Oh, Ginger, I'm so sorry.
Ginger - Jan 02, 2005 7:08:25 am PST #671 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Kelly's death just brought back a lot of memories. My ex and I would spend a week or so each year with Polly and Kelly. We went to their daughter's wedding and Polly's funeral. It's hard to think about all the people who were once such an important part of my life and who now are gone, because of divorce or changes in our lives or just inattention on my part. I feel like a bad friend and it makes me sad.
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 7:11:22 am PST #672 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Ginger, you aren't a bad friend.
Time passages, is what it is. We age, we move on, we look around and say hang on, I need to go have lunch with Soandso because I haven't seen them in forever, and you go and you have lunch with SoandSo and while you two are chatting, one of you says hey, have you heard from MaybeWho recently, and you both resolve to hunt them up, and find out they've move on to somewhere else.
You aren't a bad friend. Time is a river, and it doesn't stop moving. I'm just glad that, occasionally, someone from way upstream crawls out onto the bank where I'm standing.
SailAweigh - Jan 02, 2005 7:13:43 am PST #673 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Time is a river, and it doesn't stop moving. I'm just glad that, occasionally, someone from way upstream crawls out onto the bank where I'm standing.
Especially since the river seems to be moving faster and faster as I get older. Makes it harder to get to shore for those restful moments.
Lilty Cash - Jan 02, 2005 7:19:44 am PST #674 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Ginger, I know just what you mean. I've got friends from college who are still 6 of the dearest people in the world to me, and I stop and realize that its been literally years since we've talked. Then I feel guilty and like a bad friend, until I realize that they haven't called me, either, that we've all got our own messes lives to deal with, and that when we finally DO talk, it'll be like time's stood still.
I hope.