Pictures ... Maybe

I tried to post pictures the other day. Didn't work. 2nd times a charm? :-)

When I look at this on my edit page, it's just a bunch of letters and numbers. I know it's working, but I can't see the pictures! So I'll tell the stories of the pictures, but I can't put it under the picture. :-)

One is of fall leaves at Mueller State Park. Beautiful aspen leaves! I love fall!

One is a snake. Great story goes with this one. We were out at a cemetery and there wasn't a bathroom facility. So Anne and her cousin were skipping through the grass to go find a place to "go". This snake came after them! My guess is it was out sunning itself and they got way too close. It felt threatened so it let them know he was scary. And he WAS! He was about 4-5 feet long. A bullsnake, but still, scary. My favorite part was after when Anne asked her cousin if she still had to go to the bathroom (as if she had peed her pants when it happened)! :-)

There is a picture of frost - huge frost. Last weekend we had freezing temperatures for the whole weekend. Dawn and I went for a walk - the picture of her is when she fell. Such fun!

Well, I don't even remember what other pictures I put on here. Ask if you're curious about one and I didn't explain. I've been interrupted 20 times while posting this.

Read This

My cousin, Ranee, posted something on her blog because of my "Blip" blog. She has such a better perspective than I do! Go read! :-)

Computers

I had great plans today to put pictures and a video on here. Tried to and it didn't work! No picture showed up, but a bunch of gobbledygook did. Whatever. Now I'm trying to upload pictures to Facebook, but I don't think that's working either. I think I tried to upload too many at a time and my computer can't handle it. Now I'm on Eric's computer. Of course, I put the pictures from my camera on MY computer, not his, so I can't do anything with the pictures on here! Argh. Computers drive me NUTS sometimes. I think it's time to get a new one for me. Eric bought a new one last year and the CD drive thingy doesn't work already.

I know, I know. Get a Mac.

A Blip

I've had some thoughts to post for a while, but can't seem to figure out how to write it. Guess I'll just start writing and hope it makes sense! :-) If it doesn't, enjoy the laugh or confusion.

Most of you know that I've spent my life moving. I've lived in about 13 different towns in my life. Some of those I lived in and moved back to. I think it's been about 22 or 23 houses. Again, some in the same town. I went to 7 different schools growing up. Being married to an Air Force man has actually made me MORE stable. Yep, bizarre. I think the only one who can relate to this much moving is my cousin, Ranee. (Right Ranee?)

I can look back on most places I lived and I have fond memories of people who lived there too. I think we were great friends and think they must remember me in the same way. Recently though, I had someone I remembered well tell me they didn't remember me very well. What? We were friends! How could that be? And then I realized something. I was a blip on her radar screen. When you grow up in one place and stay there, why would you remember someone you were friends with for 2 years? The people I think of as "great" friends only knew me for 1-3 years at best. They've had friends they have known since birth - and they still see them. They KNOW those people. Me, I was just this silly girl who lived by them for a short while and then I moved away.

Obviously this was a bit painful to realize. You mean all these people I remember with fondness may not remember me at all? Or if they do it is a vague memory. And, I really don't know them. Never did. I don't know their families. I don't know what they love. I don't know them now. And I never will unless I move back to that town, settle in and work very hard to know them and be known by them.

Because of all the moving, I've never felt like I "fit" in anywhere. I think I know why now. I don't! :-) My relationships with people, at this point in time, consist mainly of e-mail, Facebook and blogs. This isn't real. How many people really know me? It takes time to know people. Years. Time spent together. Time in each others homes. Time just hanging out and learning about the other person. How is this possible for me?

I remember when I realized that sometimes people don't like me just because. I didn't have to do anything mean or wrong, they just didn't like ME. It was so painful. I always thought that if I just was nice, friendly, happy, real, people would like me. But they don't! I actually had someone dislike me because I was a vegetarian! (I'm not anymore. Do you think she would like me now?) Realizing that I am not as "memorable" to people as I thought has been sort of painful too.

What's the point here? I don't know! :-) It's just something I've been thinking of, mulling over and trying to figure out. I want to "fit" in. I want to be remembered. I want to have friends! Don't we all? Just how do you do all that when you move around?

***Forgot to add. Recently some old friends came into Colorado Springs. People I thought were *great* friends once upon a time. They didn't call me. Made no effort to come see me. I don't think it's because they don't like me. I think it is because I was a blip. They lived here for YEARS. I lived here and knew them for maybe two years. Made me wish I had been more than a blip in their lives and that they would want to make the time for me. I understand why they didn't, but still...