Deer hunting, rocks and tripping acid

When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there’s a backwards old town that’s often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
–John Prine, Paradise

That last line of the song is what I wanted to point out. I really feel that way. So many times that my memories are worn. I sit back and remember all the good and bad times. Funny and embarrassed moments. All between moments. Like today I was thinking about the first time I hung out with Dustan and Connie.

The title of the entry will mean nothing to anyone else but Cody, Dustan and Connie. The four of us have that memory. I miss the fun moments of the past. I really don’t miss any of the other moments. Well, besides the happy ones. lol

I really like my life right now. I don’t like every like thing but you know what? I have been sadder, and I have been happier. I guess everything is going to work out. Well, at least I hope so. 🙂

I have a lot on my mind tonight. Not sure if I will update again or not. I have been working on tagging all my old entries. I have got done with 2008, 2007 and working on 2006. I uploaded all my old entries. That didn’t take long once I got it done.

By Jenn

Beautiful, 30 something, geek by choice, happily married for 6+ years, college graduate, perfectly imperfect, blogger, fur mom, music lover! I'm tattooed, pierced & wild at times but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Project 42; the answer to life the universe and everything.