Friday, August 15, 2008
Getting Things Done
Well, I was tired of coming home and looking at the overgrown yard; so tonight I rushed home and mowed the lawn. I have plans to de-clutter the house tomorrow. I have got to start living my life in more of a OCD frame of mind. I'll have to see how that goes.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I have neglected!!
Ok ok. I know. It has been a very long time since I have posted. I doubt anyone even reads this anymore but I am going to make an effort to start writing again. Life really isn't extraordinary. I go to work, go crazy and then come home and try to make myself sane again. I try to stay out of trouble and I have been successful at that as of late. I go for Margarita's with the girls when I need to. I am going to make an effort to keep this up, but I need some questions. Got any? Comment me.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Staying true to my procrastinating ways.....
Here it is the end of the month. At work, they have assigned us a report that tells what we have done for the previous month. What better time to blog? I must be avoiding something.
About a month ago, I drove down my street toward the nicer part of town and noticed that my street had been cut off about 2 blocks down from my house. I almost never travel this way so there is no telling how long the street had been torn up. At first, I thought nothing of it, but the place where it is torn up is right by the uber conservative church down the road from my house. Apparently, the church has taken it upon themselves to acquire that part of the road for extra parking.
This has really gotten by blood boiling. When I bought my house a little over 2 years ago, I said that as long as I was closer to the nicer part of the neighborhood I didn't mind living where I lived. Well now, the church has decided to CUT me off from the rest of my avenue. Must be nice to just take over a road. I wonder how many members of the church are working with the city. I just don't understand how they can do that without letting the neighborhood know. I don't remember hearing anything about the construction. What do you think about this? Have our voices been silenced? Life sure is different these days. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't so aware of the way things used to be. Why can't I be a normal member of the X generation?
About a month ago, I drove down my street toward the nicer part of town and noticed that my street had been cut off about 2 blocks down from my house. I almost never travel this way so there is no telling how long the street had been torn up. At first, I thought nothing of it, but the place where it is torn up is right by the uber conservative church down the road from my house. Apparently, the church has taken it upon themselves to acquire that part of the road for extra parking.
This has really gotten by blood boiling. When I bought my house a little over 2 years ago, I said that as long as I was closer to the nicer part of the neighborhood I didn't mind living where I lived. Well now, the church has decided to CUT me off from the rest of my avenue. Must be nice to just take over a road. I wonder how many members of the church are working with the city. I just don't understand how they can do that without letting the neighborhood know. I don't remember hearing anything about the construction. What do you think about this? Have our voices been silenced? Life sure is different these days. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't so aware of the way things used to be. Why can't I be a normal member of the X generation?
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Not Much to Write About
Nothing is really going on here in the big town of Waco. I have been working as usual and I have been coming home as usual and trying to stay out of the heat. I do have something coming up tomorrow that I am not looking forward to. Jury Duty. Yuck!! There is something about getting a whole room of strangers together and asking them very personal questions. I just don't like it. I know it is my civic duty and all that but I would rather be at work.
School is starting up for the kids in Waco tomorrow. It makes me realize how much I loved being in school. NERD! I loved all of school. I wish I could think of something I could go to school for then I could go back. New pens and notebooks. Those were the days.
I will write more on music but I am looking for inspiration on that one.
School is starting up for the kids in Waco tomorrow. It makes me realize how much I loved being in school. NERD! I loved all of school. I wish I could think of something I could go to school for then I could go back. New pens and notebooks. Those were the days.
I will write more on music but I am looking for inspiration on that one.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Music Part One
I will begin this first post in my LONG series on music with the beginning.
"The Letter" by The Box Tops. The first song I knew every word to and would sing at the drop of a hat. Vivid memories of Holly Funderburks' dad playing this song as we rode very dangerously sitting on the rag top of the old MG. Starcrunch in hand. I think I must have been about 5. Drives by the lake on Valley Mills with the water shimmering and the wind in our hair. I still know every word. I think it is the only song (with the exception of the Gilligan's Island theme song set to the tune of Amazing Grace) that I will sing out loud.
Then comes the geeky songs that I knew as a child. Of course, there was Prince. "When the Doves Cry." I think I liked this song because it talked about Mothers and Fathers and when I was six those were the people that I hung with all the time. My best friends that whole year.
Then I was in a church program where we sang "We are the World." Another music memory with Holly.(many to come) We were in a group of girls that sang Cyndi Lauper's part. Oh that must have been a trip for the church congregation. Somehow we got it in our heads that if we sang Cyndi's part we needed to act like she did. So I sang it with that special flair that only Cyndi would have given off. I think everyone was laughing. That was the end of my rockstar dreams. Damn it.
Of course, as I grew I listened to so much music over the years that I wouldn't be able to hit on every song like I did at first. I can talk about the oldies. Everytime we were in the car we were tuned into 98.7 (the Dallas oldies station). A tear comes to my eye as I remember listening and singing songs with Dad on the way to the office supply store. A weekly adventure. It didn't matter what song was on, it was good. It got to the point that I knew what song it was with the first few notes. A talent that comes out to this day. And country. Not the new stuff. But old country like Mac Davis and Hank. Everytime I hear a Wilie (Nelson that is) song I think of my Grandmother's white Oldsmobile 2 door. The doors weighed about a hundred pounds. I had to run to get it to latch and it would still be cracked a little. But there was always Willie in that car. When I asked my grandmother about it a couple of years ago, she denyed it and said that she only listened to Willie in her single days. I guess we have that in common but I hope to listen to Willie in my not so single days soon. Someday I will look into someone's eyes and hear the words to "I'd have to be Crazy." Great song.
"The Letter" by The Box Tops. The first song I knew every word to and would sing at the drop of a hat. Vivid memories of Holly Funderburks' dad playing this song as we rode very dangerously sitting on the rag top of the old MG. Starcrunch in hand. I think I must have been about 5. Drives by the lake on Valley Mills with the water shimmering and the wind in our hair. I still know every word. I think it is the only song (with the exception of the Gilligan's Island theme song set to the tune of Amazing Grace) that I will sing out loud.
Then comes the geeky songs that I knew as a child. Of course, there was Prince. "When the Doves Cry." I think I liked this song because it talked about Mothers and Fathers and when I was six those were the people that I hung with all the time. My best friends that whole year.
Then I was in a church program where we sang "We are the World." Another music memory with Holly.(many to come) We were in a group of girls that sang Cyndi Lauper's part. Oh that must have been a trip for the church congregation. Somehow we got it in our heads that if we sang Cyndi's part we needed to act like she did. So I sang it with that special flair that only Cyndi would have given off. I think everyone was laughing. That was the end of my rockstar dreams. Damn it.
Of course, as I grew I listened to so much music over the years that I wouldn't be able to hit on every song like I did at first. I can talk about the oldies. Everytime we were in the car we were tuned into 98.7 (the Dallas oldies station). A tear comes to my eye as I remember listening and singing songs with Dad on the way to the office supply store. A weekly adventure. It didn't matter what song was on, it was good. It got to the point that I knew what song it was with the first few notes. A talent that comes out to this day. And country. Not the new stuff. But old country like Mac Davis and Hank. Everytime I hear a Wilie (Nelson that is) song I think of my Grandmother's white Oldsmobile 2 door. The doors weighed about a hundred pounds. I had to run to get it to latch and it would still be cracked a little. But there was always Willie in that car. When I asked my grandmother about it a couple of years ago, she denyed it and said that she only listened to Willie in her single days. I guess we have that in common but I hope to listen to Willie in my not so single days soon. Someday I will look into someone's eyes and hear the words to "I'd have to be Crazy." Great song.
You know I(and I don't intend to)
But should there come a day,
when I say that I don't love you
They'll lock me away ay ay.
It sure would be weird
to live in an envelope
waiting along for a stamp
You'd swear I was loco
to rub for a genie
while burning my hand on the lamp
And I may not be normal
but nobody is
so I'd like to say 'fore I'm through
I'd have to be crazy
plum out of my mind
to fall out of love with you
Favortie part is when he talks about "I may not be normal but nobody is." Singing the truth. That is enough for now stay tuned and let me know what you think so far.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Ideas??
I have been having a VERY hard time thinking of things to write. I don't know if anyone still looks at this. If you do, drop me a line with any suggestions on a topic I could write about. I would also like questions. If you don't want me to know who you are, post anonymously.
HELP ME, PLEASE!!!
HELP ME, PLEASE!!!
Sunday, April 23, 2006
"Vacation" to end soon
The Washburns (my cousins) will understand when I say "vacation." I did get a job on Friday. Pending a background check, I start after that. It is strange how everything has worked out the way that it has these last few months. I was all set to move to San Marcos and take a job at The Gristmill, but I backed out of it unexpectantly without much vision as to why. Then about two weeks later Dad died. I was able to be there for the family and do all the things I needed to do. Then it was like I needed some time for myself to ponder everything that had happened. I am not done with that part, but I can tell that I was ready to get on with things. I know that everyone has been very patient with me (especially Grandma).
I watched a movie this weekend that I first saw before Dad died. It was "Elizabethtown." I remember crying the first time I saw it. My fears of Dad's death looming in the background. I cried the second time but this time I saw just how true of a movie it is. I saw that sometimes it takes you awhile to cry and really reflect on relationships. I felt like my few months off of work was like Drew's roadtrip that he took. It was my time to reflect and reconnect to myself. If you haven't seen the movie, I recommend it. But I warn, IT IS SAD. It can be hard to watch.
I am glad that I had the time to spend with my cousins when they came to town. Since I am younger than they are, it was the first time in my life that I was able to spend good quality time with them. Thank you to them for letting me get to know more about them. And to Nathan, thank you for showing me that sometimes when life gets shitty, all you have to do is make jokes about it.
I watched a movie this weekend that I first saw before Dad died. It was "Elizabethtown." I remember crying the first time I saw it. My fears of Dad's death looming in the background. I cried the second time but this time I saw just how true of a movie it is. I saw that sometimes it takes you awhile to cry and really reflect on relationships. I felt like my few months off of work was like Drew's roadtrip that he took. It was my time to reflect and reconnect to myself. If you haven't seen the movie, I recommend it. But I warn, IT IS SAD. It can be hard to watch.
I am glad that I had the time to spend with my cousins when they came to town. Since I am younger than they are, it was the first time in my life that I was able to spend good quality time with them. Thank you to them for letting me get to know more about them. And to Nathan, thank you for showing me that sometimes when life gets shitty, all you have to do is make jokes about it.
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