Today I miss my glasses that help me see the computer screen better. Must have left them at home.
I miss getting on my bike and riding to the shopping center, going into G.C. Murphy’s and spending some time with my friends. We bought candy. We looked at the fish. We examined everything. No one ever told us to leave. We rode our bikes everywhere, sometimes barefoot. No problems.
I miss being thin, although I never remember being thin. But when I look at pictures I say, “Dang, I was thin!”
I miss the days when I thought Pop Tarts tasted good.
I miss a clean house. Why doesn’t my mother clean it?
I also miss Frasier recently. (I understand why all good things must come to an end, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it)
I miss having (a) feline pet(s), specially kittens.
I miss going down to the turf for a kickabout (or to join someone’s game) with my friend who I’d known since I was 4. I miss kicking footballs in general.
My Mom, Dad and brothers, 3000 miles away
My grandparents and great aunts
Thorin, Arrow, Zak, Falstaff, Raku, Sister Mary-Margaret, Rodent, Admiral Poindexter, Penguin, Nellie and (most of all) Diggity
I miss playing the piano (Yes mom, now I know why all those times you harped on me to practice).
I miss holding my kitty in my arms as he looks up at me with big round eyes and goes purrpurrpurr. No, don’t be sad, he’s not gone yet, I just miss him while I’m at work.
I miss being able to eat everything and anything (butter, transfats, carbs, ice cream) and still be rail thin.
I miss my kidneys, and to go along with that, the ability to use public swimming pools or go on amusment park rides.
I miss my mom’s freid cabbage and corned beef. The only thing she used to make that I havn’t been able to duplicate.
I miss several animals, including Simon (the cat who had feline leukemia), Dutch (a basset hound we had to give up when we moved) and Bailey, (a cat who just disappeared one day)
I also miss having sex. (The wife’s seven months pregnant, and we also have a two-year-old living up to the “terrible twos” label. So we’re both just too damn tired.)
I miss the freedom you have when you don’t have children. That includes the freedom of a reduced emotional involvement in others. Basically, that means I can’t be so damn self-absorbed any more, my son and soon-to-arrive daughter need and deserve every last ounce of love I can give them. (Which is a lot, a lot more than I thought I was capable of.)
I miss a dry weekend. It’s been raining every weekend for months and it’s pissing me off. From the looks at the sky (bugger the weather reports), I’m not getting my hopes up about tomorrow either.
I miss:[ul]
[li]my cat[/li][li]having other musicians as friends[/li][li]being on stage[/li][li]pro hockey[/li][li]hanging out in the gay (lesbian, etc.) community[/li][li]having time to read for pleasure[/li][/ul]
Roger that. I LOVE my kids. and I wouldn’t trade the experience for the time and money I used to have, but I DO miss the time and money I used to have.
I miss my friends in NYC, especially my old roommate. I miss being able to yell across the hall at him when something good came on, and I miss throwing hairbrushes at him when he used to yell at me for being anti-social.
I just miss him:(. I adore my life with my husband, but I miss my friend.
I’ll agree that I miss Jerry Orbach
I miss the carefree days I had at the end of this summer
I miss my friend Ken, who I used to live with, before he moved to California
I miss having the time to work in the lab