tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50099381828542765662012-01-30T23:11:12.434-08:00Climb inside and see what makes this Red head of mine tick.Inmyredheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01911251183552767211noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009938182854276566.post-11190800448622396502012-01-30T23:11:00.000-08:002012-01-30T23:11:12.460-08:00

Another random memory brought on by music.... I'm sitting here listening to music on Spotify and I decide to look up, 'Barry Manilow'. Now, before I go any farther, yes I admit it. I like Barry Manilow. Sometimes I just ooze mush and really want to hear Weekend In New England. Sue me. Anyhoo... I came across the title of a song that I recognized from, and hadn't heard since- my childhood.

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Siigghhhh..... I feel like posting something on this the most boring day. I'm not sure what about... but I am sure what I don't want to post about.... the New Year. I've had it up to my eyeballs, literally, with, 'Happy New Year' and 'What are your New Year resolutions?" and "How are you starting off the New Year'.... etc etc etc etc etc etc! Enough already. I refuse to post about New Years.

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I'm not going to sit here and try to talk myself up... but let's just say it's important to me to be helpful. Some call it being a kiss ass. But I just like to make peoples' lives easier when I can. No big. But in order to get my point across about something said to me today, I'll need to give a little bit of back story. When it gets really busy my manager is pretty good about jumping in and

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You can not prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head. But you can prevent them from making nests in your hair. - Chinese Proverb My take: I love this quote!  But I think it would be better if it said it like it is though... maybe something more like 'Bird poop happens but hats are generally impenetrable.' Our attitudes should be just that...'impenetrable'. Or to break it down

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Make new friends, but keep the old. Some are silver and some are gold. I'm sitting here thinking... thinking... thinking. I've thumbed through all my notebooks that I can find thinking perhaps I will post an old poem. Nope- nothing I feel like sharing. Think think think.... listen to music... sing along... think think think. Change music. Think some more. Sing along. I've got it! I just

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I'm at an age where I hope by now I've learned a few things and am reflecting on their importance.  I actually think I've learned more than what I sought to learn in the first place. And though I've learned a lot, there is still much to know. One thing more recently...I've learned not to judge. I've learned that when you don't know someone very well... you probably don't know them AT ALL. Take

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I recently visited someone's blog strictly on the open invitation to come take a look at their cat picture they posted. And I thought to myself... 'You know... I should really do a post that includes pictures of all our cats and then when I mention them later, there will be a pic to reference." I figure, they are a pretty big part of our lives so why not dedicate a post just to them? And here's

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Oh how I love love love this time of year. I feel so deeply connected to it I wonder if it's normal. I know there are many who say they adore it as well. But I just wonder if they feel it in their bones and cellular structure like me. I wonder what it is about it that I feel so in tune with, and why when, symbolically it's only leading up to the season of death and results in leafless trees, no

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Every year around this time, its common to see the question asked, 'Where were you on Sept. 11? Where was I? I was there. You don't get that answer very often do you? Ok, I wasn't any where near the Twin Towers or even in New York at all. But I was in Washington D.C. Right in front of the main lawn of the Capitol building. My husband, my then 3 year old daughter, myself, and my in-laws from

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Why- when you know why and all the logic is there, do we still react in the ways that we do? Why- when you have first hand knowledge of how it feels to be in a situation do we put our self or others in said situation? Why- don't we have the means to rise above our human natures when we are very well aware of our own very human natures and what it is that makes us how we are and why we react the

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I've been going over this blog trying to revamp it and in the process came across the Fatherless Father's Day post. I skimmed it like all the other posts and moved on. Emotionless. No altered states. Meaningless. Why all of the sudden, as I sit here slightly bored but with lots to do.... do I have the inkling to go take a look at my real father's face book page. It's been a while. There never

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...has been SO neglected.Ok, admittedly, given up on. I suppose you could say life got in the way. And I wanted it to. There were things in my life that weren't in my life enough and I made an executive decision to trade the time I spent blogging on here with that which I wanted more time with in my life. So why am I here now, you ask?Oy, the obsession of trying to make a relationship the

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If you recall the sketchy coworker who had asked for my phone number ( to which I gave none) ... as it turns out- I'm SO happy that I didn't! One night the assistant manager was 'working' (ahem) at the managers desk. I myself was toiling away at my own nightly tasks when I hear Jane say to the assistant...'Oh hey, while you are back there will you give me Sue's phone number out of the book?'

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I think it's time that I got back to my original reason for developing this blog, which was sharing my crazy past. Yep. It's been an emotional roller coaster. Though my childhood was that indeed, what I refer to as such is my PRESENT. And i've expressed it plenty on here. But now that roller coaster is stable, content and ready to go back to the beginning. I've often heard people say they can

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Your life is so far away- your love I can not touch. Every day is a waiting game and I miss you so much.My life should be yours, and yours should be mine. But alone with out you I live, just passing time.Sometimes living for the future means throwing out the present. It's the lonliest of days... days like today that I begin the descent.Deep inside where logic presides, innocence is dead and

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Sometimes I can not think of a single point of conversation to type about. I read other blogs, I join discussion groups, and I browse. But since my favored way of writing is on lined paper, the words and ideas sometimes flow easier if I get up out of my computer chair, get comfy on the couch and set pen to real paper. Sometimes, even that does not help. But sometimes... I realize how much there

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Hold me and just don't ever let me go. Hold me in the silent darkness and let the love flow.Hold me against you and melt the world away. Hold me against you - there will be nothing left to say.Take me into your arms, draw me in ever so near. Take me into your arms, whisper everything you feel into my ear.I will hold you and just never let you go. In the silent darkness our love will flow.I'll

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To The One I Love...I have been blessed enough in life to experience a few rare moments of such awesome clarity. While I still have quite the muddy water on the brain, sometimes it's as if a drop of Joy Dish Soap has been dispensed into the deepest part of the ocean that is my very center. I can't say whether it is the time passed that helped me realize my most recent epiphany, or if it's sheer

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A newly hired co-worker recently told me about why her four kids are living in another city with her sister in-law. A very hard night of partying, drugs, a spiteful husband, and drug testing were all involved in that ultimate but temporary situation. This is the same person who was proud enough of her battle wounds to tell every one of us about them. Then of course we ask how did that happen.

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The drama queen that I am most-definitely-not, always kind of flinched at the concept when someone said they were ‘numb’.Not that I don’t believe it’s possible to be so, but really? Numb? Totally and completely with out feeling? It seems like such an extreme and likely final state that the avoiderererr and denierererr in me would rather ‘peeshaw’ at then acknowledge the possibility of. Doesn’t

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NO WORDSYou and I– we breathe from the same heartbeat. We see from behind the same eyes.We even tell ourselves the same lies.We think each other’s thoughts and pass back and forth the same burrs. Sometimes there really is no need for words.That quiet comfort, I could lay in it forever. Our love is so good and pure. Our love is so right.And sometimes love is blinded by it’s very own light.It is

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A LOVER'S FRIENDSHIPFor everything that you have given me, for the most joyous of joys I’ve ever known…How can I thank you for all the love you have shown?How can I tell you with words so tattered and torn…How can I utter the sound when the recording is ragged and worn?For I’ve said it so very many times, how much I love you so.I’ve said it in a million ways just because it’s so important that

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I consider myself a very accomodating person... a very calm collected person... a very reasonable and empathetic person.Why does it bother me so much that my new neighbors take shortcuts on my property???!!!We have a what we call a 'circle through' driveway, two entrances with a long driveway attatched that runs along side and between our house... and the neighbors. But 90% is ours. Local

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Since it had been a while that I started this blog, and have not been very active as of late... I decided to see what would happen if I Googled my site...Lo and behold! A perfect stranger did a review of Inmyredhead and commented about it on her site. She called it 'Mindcandy'. :-D ... and I'm on a sugar rush! What a compliment. Maybe I'm too easily complimented... but hey- 'Mindcandy' is

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I was recently asked by a co-worker if I had a 'My Space' page. I informed her that no I did not... to which she replied, 'You should get a My Space Page.' Is this true? I'm kind of lost on the whole concept, but I think maybe it's my age/generation. I dunno. Also, it seems kind of impersonal to hand out a website address to a new acquaintance. I've always figured that a new friend would come

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Father's Day is approaching and I once again find myself absorbed in the quest to find the perfect gift for my husband - who is for some reason the only father I think about this time of year. Well, ok, 'For SOME reason' isn't exactly a true statement. I know the reason. I just find it strange how I spend weeks researching and delved into this quest for my daughters father, but completely forget

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Tonight I'm feeling very mellow, calm and um... I dare say sappy. I've finally filled up my music player so I'll share some of the more meaningful ones that I have been able to dig up. God Blessed the Broken Road: Rascal Flats- This one is a favorite because it says that no matter how many relationships you went through so far, that ultimately there is someone that is your final destination, and

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Tell me whom you love, and I will tell you who you are.-Houssaye... Then man I am awesome!

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It's been interesting searching for and finding all this music on my play list. It seems that often times the version I grew up with, and assumed to be the original and only is in fact not. I'm not sure exactly what the difference is always, but sometimes it seems as though it was a re-release. Same person/group, but quite a different sound. For instance, the Dr. Hook 'A Little Bit More' song

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I'm sitting here next to a stack of notebooks. (I have this weird fetish with having to have one for everything.) Problem is I don't really get around to labeling them, and no matter how many I have I can't ever seem to find one when I need it, so I just grab whichever is near. I thought it might be fun to dig up an old poem, and no matter what the notebook was SUPPOSED to be for, there is bound

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I am a music lover! I think it's very sad that there are those who actually don't have any kind of music collection in their home, no favorite artists or types of music, or even turn on their car radio. I've had so much fun loading my playlist in the last few days that it's pretty loaded. So- I thought I would take a break and maybe help you all sort out what's there... and why.I'm the sort who

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Before too much time goes by and the 'Deep Red' post gets lost in translation- I won't leave you hanging. I don't really even want to go back there- now or ever again- and am contemplating deleting the whole thing. But then what is the point of this type of honesty, right? You don't tear pages out of a diary... so for now it remains. What I will tell you and what I want to state for the record,

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I've been sharing with you the story of how/why I married so young- and boy am I bored of it already! Or maybe it's just the 23 year long part of the story. Just ask my husband, he'd tell you that, "The last 23 years have seemed like FOREVER!' (and then he'd duck.)Like the great Paul Harvey said...'Here is the rest of the story...'Shortly after we met and began dating, he (my now husband, then

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What mini-mental breakdown? I don't know what you're talking about. :-)Did you notice the lovely picture of my favorite thinking spot? This is one of the last places in the world where I can go and at least FEEL like i'm alone. It's actually the backyard of my family home in a sleepy little mountain town. Being alone there though, is not always a good idea. Cougars have been seen rummaging

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Life is too short to live in the past. Sometimes memories are a part of that past and this is as they should be. People are too important to not put first. And this post is .. er was... not worth it. And that's my executive decision!

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Except When It Comes From You...I march to the beat of my very own drum. I feel like this today- but tomorrow who knows what I will become. I'm a butterfly in my own right- but it's ok if I only appear to be a moth in flight.I am what I am, people's opinions don't even make me blink- except when it comes from you and what you think.I don't care if I go unnoticed or if I stick out in a crowd. I

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Ok, so I opened my big mouth and said I wanted to be a writer. It wasn't long before I was invited to put my keyboard where my mouth is, and here I am! So...Now what?The first step I suppose would be to introduce myself. Hi. My name is Red. (At least, that's what they call me. ) That was easy, but now I'm back where I started. I know i'm supposed to tell you a little about myself, and that's

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