KitKats

This just popped into my head, and I can’t believe I have not shared this before.

Many, many moons ago, back when Jen was still in a car seat, we were in car with my Mom going down Route 9.

Jennifer dropped something, and the dialog between us is something I will never forget:

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Dad’s CD No. 1

Last week, my car was in and out of the shop because I needed new tires and brakes. My dad let me borrow his car so I could get to work, and I would occasionally listen to the CDs he had in the CD changer. One such CD was a gift from Jen, where she burned all of my Dad’s favorite songs, along with a few other eclectic choices. Whenever I listen to the CD, I get choked up on certain songs, just because they have so much meaning behind them.

May I present to you my Dad’s CD No. 1:

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My Black Cardigan

Many of you, especially my Alpha Xi Delta sisters, know that I love my cardigan sweaters. I have a small collection of cardigans in various colors from Banana Republic, and from time to time, Jennifer would steal, I mean, borrow them.

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A Year Ago

A year ago, I shared a memory about Nif and “Jennifer Land.” My blog was still new, and I wasn’t 100% sure what I was doing, or what my goal was. However, many of you read that story, and to this day, I still get text messages from friends and family saying,

“I’m driving through Jennifer Land!”

You have no idea how happy that makes me ❤

“Appropriately, the Sunflower Droops Down Over Jen’s Cross”

This morning, my Dad dug up one of my sunflowers and put the roots in a bucket, and made sure the whole stalk stayed up.  I helped him put the bucket and 7’+ sunflower in his car, and then I left for work.

The results?

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Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Many of us read The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe while in high school, and remember the young man being tormented by the black raven, uttering, “Nevermore.”

There are many different analysis and symbols scholars pull from the poem, but few can dispute the outward symbolism of the Raven, and his mocking tone towards the young man, grieving over his lost Lenore.

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Rt. 9 Rainbows

You all know how much I like Rainbows, and how I think of Jen when I seem one. The other day, I was driving south on Rt. 9 and saw a partial rainbow. It was just a blob of rainbow-ness in the sky. I pulled over, took out my blackberry, and snapped some pictures.

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