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A girl who doesn't mind being a nerd. I know things that most people my age would go HUH? why ya know that? and my answer is Boredom and the ability to read and research :) I love learning new things and meeting new people so if you don't mind books..I can be an open book on some subjects but others are rare finds so it takes time to get to those subjects.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Thinking of me dad

I'm sitting here listening to Ozzy Osborne: Goodbye to Romance and all I can think of is my daddy. I guess being a daddy's girl isn't a bad thing. I've always been daddy's girl-when I was younger we would lay on the hood of my daddy's truck and look at the stars. I remembered that today while in astronomy class. As I got older I use to question if my daddy loved me because we always fought-now that I am older I know my daddy loved me then and he loves me now.

I remember following him along the river banks to go fishing-he thought I hated it. I didn't I loved it. Moma showed me how to be a priss lol. The primping, dressing remotely like a girl-but nothing could replace the fishing with daddy.

:) Now daddy isn't able to go and do things like that. Sometimes I wish I could bring the fishing to him. But I can't sadly. I am looking forward to seeing him tomorrow. I've not seen them in a few days. Especially since school has started.

There are so many tales i could put down in my blog. But sometimes I wonder if I should write them or tell them via video. I think video but I need and actual audience to tell the tale to. Its hard looking in the camera and talking to a computer....the stories seem to lose something when I do that. So maybe soon i can tell a tale or two for you guys. Maybe Zombie will stop in with me and let me tell him the story lol. So we will see what he saids.

I moved the boys in here with me so they can stay warm. I worry about them getting cold and getting sick. I worry alot lol...sometimes too much.

Ah well I will be editing material from the Opera this weekend and getting it up on the blog. So that you all can see what I was subjected to. I mean gosh-they ripped the poor opera apart...sadly it did no justice to what it represented. But that is for another day.

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