Paradoxes

Or is that paradoxi? Who knows. What I do know is I make or made quite a few promises on this blog and approximately none of them have been fulfilled. This here post is in essence just to tell you that I doubt they will ever be fulfilled in the usual way.
Prime example number 1:
The lovely Ms. Rachael is someone who will likely be mentioned several hundred times in this blog, but there won't be a post to explain who she is, at least not in the near future. You will get to know her the same way anyone would at first in this crazy world we live in, and I don't mean relentless Facebook stalking. You'll hear bits and pieces about her, and eventually I may or may not post a link to her blog, where you will learn more than you ever wanted to know about a stellar friend o' mine
Prime example number 2:
I don't even post pictures on Facebook in a timely manner, so don't expect any on this here blog. I received a camera for Christmas...yep didn't blog about that either, oh well. Anyway, I'm learning to be more of a photobug, or at least trying, but it's terribly difficult.
Lastly, just letting y'all know that I don't want you to trust promises made about the blog, other promises I can be golden on, like a sunrise date and a paint jeans date this summer-those are for sure happening-but blog posts that say things like "pictures to follow" yeah don't count on them. And if that promise doesn't clue you in to the title again, then I don't know what to tell you. Have a great one!

You Didn’t Even Know

Okay, so I realize that this is a little bit like cheating on my own self imposed self-restraint test, but I had to blog about it. I call this a letter to the girl that made my day when everything seemed to be going wrong.

I pulled into the parking lot knowing you were inside, but also about to rip the head off the next person to require my participation. You didn't know it but I had lost my hearing and couldn't hardly perceive the music you made when I walked in the door. I told my buddy how frustrated I was and the end of the rope drew closer, but there you were with a grin and a hug. You didn't know how you made my day, when you took my paper and started writing. How I took the break feeling like I needed to just let out a scream, then I walked back in and you were waiting. You gave me a note that absolutely made my day and you didn't even know. You didn't even know how far gone I was but now I'm writing this down so someone will. You didn't even know when you walked with me to my car how pent up inside my anger had melted. When I looked into your face you didn't even know the change that came over me, or how everything else seemed to disappear from my mind. You may never know what a difference you made, but thank you.