Monthly Archives: June 2008

CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF THIS

AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT Sometime Around Midnight

Go directly to iTunes and download this song. Get addicted like I did. Only don’t cry like I did… It’s SAD.

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And it starts…
sometime around midnight
or at least that’s when
you lose yourself
for a minute or two

As you stand…
under the barlights
and the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while
and the piano’s this melancholy soundcheck
to her smile
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her
for a while

But you know…
that she’s watching
She’s laughing, she’s turning
she’s holding her tonic like a crux
The room suddenly spinning
she walks up and asks how you are
so you can smell her perfume
you can see her lying naked in your arms

And so there’s a change…
in your emotions
and all of these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind
of the curl of your bodies
like two perfect circles entwined
and you feel hopeless, and homelss
and lost in the haze
of the wine

And she leaves…
with someone you don’t know
but she makes sure you saw her
she looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes
and when your friends say what is it
you look like you’ve seen a ghost

And you walk…
under the streetlights
and you’re too drunk to notice
that everyone is staring at you
and you so care what you look like
the world is falling
around you

You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her

and you know that she’ll break you
in two

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BEYOND SENSELESS

Funerals are never fun. I was dreading this one more than usual.

Imagine The Nicest Man you ever met in your life. He’s soft spoken and never, ever utters a harsh word to anyone. He preaches at a Baptist Church on Sunday. He reads his Bible before work every morning. He is rumored to have been a great athlete (Olympic material) in his younger days. He’s now got a severe limp and walks with a cane. I don’t know the true story of how that came to be and never quite got around to asking him. It seemed calloused to ask… He’s a ridiculously handsome and well-built man with a shiny bald head and warm brown eyes. He’s an awesome Engineer. He has seven beautiful children, ranging in age from twenty-something down to single digits. He designed and built his own home and it’s quite the showplace. He’s a published author. I met him twelve years ago and shortly after I met him, I heard him sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow and it brought tears to my eyes. Every year on my birthday he limps up to me and wishes me Happy Birthday with a big, warm bear hug. His name is Bob and today, the hug we shared was for an entirely different reason; the worst you can imagine.

Bob’s daughter, Bobbi died. She was shot in the head by a gang-member’s bullet, intended for someone else. She lived in Philadelphia, the mother of two of Bob’s grandchildren and pregnant with a third. She was studying to be a nurse, following in the footsteps of her maternal grandmother, Doris. Doris was the attending nurse when I gave birth to both of my kids, a feisty woman who took not an ounce of crap from a doctor, another nurse or anyone else for that matter. She loved “her babies” like no other nurse I ever came across. Bobbie would have done well to become the nurse that her grandmother was. Bobbie would have turned 27 years old yesterday, the same week that she died.

I will be saying a prayer for that family every day for the rest of my life.

MORNING RAMBLE

Taking full advantage of a beautiful morning, waking up on the back porch with coffee and web-surfing capabilities. I’ve visited with 3 people online, two neighbors and one husband so far and didn’t have to even stand up. Called and scheduled two medical appointments and am going to call me mum here in a few. Lazy is good 🙂

How do you like the devil in my eye up there in my new header?  lol.  That was fun.

Just in case you’re a fan, click here to find out where you can get a free Krispy Kreme in honor of National Donut Day or some damn thing. I’ll pass, I got my Nature Valley Sweet & Salty Cashew Bar. Plus, my closest free donut is about half an hour away.

I’m celebrating the beginning of Frizzy Hair Season today. How am I? By putting my head under the faucet and just letting my hair dry by itself in a wild mass of curl/frizz/shit. I’m actually excited to do this for a number of reasons, including the fact that no electricity or hair products are involved. It’s also kind of a free and easy-feeling thing. It’s fast. I feel like I’m enjoying a God-given gift of carefree hair. See, I can’t do this everyday, mostly because of the get-up I have to wear at work which flattens and otherwise f***s with my style. Working in a cleanroom totally is a disadvantage if you don’t have flat, straight hair. So on normal days I use electricity and assorted products to flatten and uncurl.

It feels good to have a three-day weekend and not a plan in sight. My house is (somewhat) in order, laundry (fairly) caught up and nothing pressing. This is what I strive for in life! 😉

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PD just informed me that we need to make a trip to Lowe’s (half an hour’s drive.) Oh goody. I might get me a Krispy Kreme after all. Small consolation, huh, with a hole in it. Doh!

Hey, I’m listening to streaming Alt X Radio this morning. Not bad.

SOME PICS FOR YA

Finally got some photos out of the camera and thought I’d share a couple witcha’. I encourage you to click on the first picture and I hope it enlarges for you.

This is a dvd cover Julian made while vacationing with Nana

Julian; busy busy busy

This is Little Maddie proudly posing with the tower we built

These are 3 of the Brightest Lights in my Life

The Nephew “Bo Buie” and my pretty Mom

A trinket I bought for the back porch. Okay, one of many…

An early Spring sunset behind my house.

Okie dokie. With the exception of this jumbled up mess here at the bottom, I don’t think I did too badly playing with the HTML. I just plum got sick and tired of playing with the alignment. And trying to put captions where I wanted them… It was like pressing a button that wasn’t connected to anything. I got my Dummies book out but that was just another in a chain of futile gestures. I kept finding myself with a whole line of text that started with “src=” that seemed to serve no purpose whatsoever. But when I took it out, all hell broke loose. But only with the first couple pics. I dunno, I’m a novice and I guess I should leave these things to the pros. But I had fun with it, learned a couple things and you got to see some pictures. So what if it cost me three hours of my life??? I don’t recall ever spending that much time on a post.

A TUNE FOR YA

The Honorary Title- Bridge and Tunnel

This is one of my very favorite songs by an underplayed band that deserves to be heard. Hope you like it. It’s not great quality, but the best I could find.

Going to bed now. Can’t wait to get this week over with.

WEIRD AND WONDERFUL

You know, my life is weird. It may not be much of a life, but damn, it’s interesting. I’m not exactly sure if it is my life. per se, or if it’s my perspective. Maybe it’s just that I’m so easily amused and entertained. Either way, prepare yourself for a weird mix of topics today.

I’ll start off with the small stuff and work my way up to the biggie.

I don’t know if you noticed that I put a Flickr badge down there. I say a Flicker badge, not my Flickr badge cuz it sure in the hell isn’t mine. Just now I’m looking at it and there is a picture of a naked pregnant lady sprawled on a bed.

So I go back to work today after having been gone for ten days and my buddy Mo’ strolls up to me and says “Hey!” and tells me how great the movie was that I lent him. He didn’t realize I’d been off. WTF. He’s now on my list. Yeah, it was only actually only 3 working days that he didn’t see me, (due to a four-day week and a holiday in there) but sheesh.

I couldn’t get my iPod to turn off today. It did, though. Finally.

PD and I have been struggling with several manners in which to keep a few tons of gravel in the driveway and out of the front yard. Something more substantial than the walk lights that are there now, spaced about 3 feet apart. They are obviously not doing the job. His original idea was laying down ugly old treated landscape timbers. I threw a rare fit in a large home improvement mecca (ok, Lowe’s) insisting that the beautiful ornate fencing I’d spied would add to the aesthetic appeal of the front yard. Yesterday we tried both. The timbers were yucky and the fence was too flimsy (M+, I hear you laughing) to hold the gravel in. So I pull in after work today and find that PD has spent the greater part of the day building a stone wall about 8 inches high that looks awesome. He’s not happy with it, it may stay or it may go. Maybe that doesn’t sound expecially weird, but for PD it is.

If you know me at all, there’s no argument how weird this one is… I was working on a post last night which contained 5 or 6 photos. (That’s not even the weird part!) All was going well until I went in to put captions under the pics. OMG. I wish you could see what I did to my poor blog. Anyway, I clicked on the HTML feature and started looking around- after I got my eyes uncrossed- and it started making sense to me! I fixed 3 of the really big boo-boos and almost had it ready to post when I looked at the clock and it was a half hour past my bedtime so I saved it and will work on it later. But I went to sleep feeling, well, triumphant. But I felt triumphant for about an hour which is not a good chunk of time to spend awake before the alarm goes off at 4:15 am on a Monday, for crying out loud. Getting out of bed this morning, I wasn’t feeling triumphant anymore.

This is where the weird stops and the wonderful kicks in. I have had some prayers answered today in a rilly, rilly big way. Someone very close to me whom I love immeasurably had a very large per cent chance of having a very serious illness. I have not talked about this before and ain’t gonna now, either, except to say that, despite daunting odds, this person beat those odds and I’m tremendously relieved and thanking God. Over and over.

And Don, if you’re reading, thanks for the note and the prayers. You don’t even know what an awesome friend you are.

Update to WEIRDThis morning at 4:56 am, the mileage on my Toyota read 45,678.