I got tagged.
10 years ago:
I had not shaved my legs for 5 months. I went 6 months and not a day shorter before I shaved, which happened to be the day after prom. As a senior at dear old Abilene High school, I felt ready to move on. I spent my free time at the park swinging, singing when no one was around, talking with kids, and writing. I was 17 and loving life. I was dating Brent and soon we would take a short road trip to hit up Six Flags in Arlington. English and Art were my favorite classes. I kept a quote book of sayings that struck me or made me laugh. I carried it, my bible and my journal with me everywhere in my Neiman Marcus canvas shopping bag, which I used as a purse. Oh and I wore only one pair of jeans to school the entire year. Class of '98.
Things on my to-do list today:
-clean up the disaster i call my desk
-eat
-trim my thumbnail that seems to grow 38% faster than the others
-troubleshoot my computer problems
-write a blog
-drink less coffee
What would I do if I suddenly became a billionaire?
1. This is an overwhelming "what if." I suppose I'd freak out in some way.
2. Pay off debt.
3. Buy a slave. I mean, a massage therapist.
4. Seek council.
5. Invest, put some away, blah, blah.
6. Help orphans.
7. TRAVEL.
8.Travel more. Greece, Spain, South America, Australia. Visit everyone I know living overseas.
9. Buy one of these.
10. Crap my pants. Not necessarily in this order.
Three of my bad habits:
1. Pulling out my eyelashes. It feels so good but looks so sad.
2. Piling shiznit on my desk. Why must I be so procrastinative?
3. Let's just say procrastination takes up more than one slot. It is a big mountain right now.
Five jobs I've had:
1. Writer
2. Bakery person
3. Barista
4. Corporate employee (soul-killee)
5. Youth intern and making up words.
Five things many people don't know about me:
1. I can lick my elbow. This talent won me a free dinner the other night.
2. I once ate an entire box of Little Debbie's Swiss Cake Rolls in a weekend. Six rolls in two hours is the sad truth. I am still not allowed to buy them.
3. The next Valentine's Day I received 3 boxes of Swiss Cake Rolls from 3 different frenemies.
4. On a dare I swallowed a live minnow.
5. Dreams can have deep meaning for me. When I am dreaming often, I feel more alive and more aware than at times when I am not dreaming.
I'm tagging Martha and Heather.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Animalia in Four Parts
I. Opossum
Possums are ugly and they are creepy. They can't help this any more than I can help feeling repulsed upon seeing one. From picture books I read as a child, I expected them to be cute. Since we decided to build cities all over their homelands, they can be quite a pest in our neighborhoods. I once heard as one was beat to death for it's nagging presence and for stealing cat food.
II. Felius Catus
A cat friend recently passed away. Kidney failure. Our relationship began in a tumultuous fashion, which included weeping (mine) and gnashing of teeth (hers). For several months she hated me and made it clear. If I tried to pet her, she attacked or if I walked too close, she growled in that horrible, guttural way only cats can. Then one night she let herself into my bedroom. She jumped onto my bed and made her way up to my head, where she draped her massive feline body over my neck. That's right, my neck. An entire queen bed at her disposal and she chose neck. Then she rested her head against my mouth. That's right, my mouth. I was afraid and I could not breathe. Risking a facial maiming, I gently moved her head to the side. I thought this strange behavior was a joke at first. But she began purring and probably slept more soundly than I did that night. I guess this was her making peace--kind of like Lt. Dan showing up to be Captain Gump's first mate on the shrimping boat. She's gone now. I feel the loss.
III. See Turtle not Sea Turtle
Fact: Turtles have wrinkly skin.
When my friend's parents forced him to eat the turtle they cooked, it was seeing the boiled knee wrinkles that scarred him most severely.
IV. Of the Family Ursidae
Speaking of maiming, in a recent dream a bear attacked me. Some doofus kept the bear as a pet, claiming it was domesticated. You, reader, already know that the bear was NOT. He ate his master inside their two story house. For some reason I was in the backyard. When the bear finished with Master Doofus, he came after me. Standing over me, Bear first tore off part of my shoulder. This hurt a little. Then he ripped out a chunk of my stomach. This hurt more. His enormous paw then covered the top of my head. I thought, "I'm about to feel my head rip away from my neck." In a swift mind control move, I willed the bear across the field. We locked eyes and I bloody ran. I kept running even after I woke up. In 11 minutes I would be late for work.
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Possums are ugly and they are creepy. They can't help this any more than I can help feeling repulsed upon seeing one. From picture books I read as a child, I expected them to be cute. Since we decided to build cities all over their homelands, they can be quite a pest in our neighborhoods. I once heard as one was beat to death for it's nagging presence and for stealing cat food.
II. Felius Catus
A cat friend recently passed away. Kidney failure. Our relationship began in a tumultuous fashion, which included weeping (mine) and gnashing of teeth (hers). For several months she hated me and made it clear. If I tried to pet her, she attacked or if I walked too close, she growled in that horrible, guttural way only cats can. Then one night she let herself into my bedroom. She jumped onto my bed and made her way up to my head, where she draped her massive feline body over my neck. That's right, my neck. An entire queen bed at her disposal and she chose neck. Then she rested her head against my mouth. That's right, my mouth. I was afraid and I could not breathe. Risking a facial maiming, I gently moved her head to the side. I thought this strange behavior was a joke at first. But she began purring and probably slept more soundly than I did that night. I guess this was her making peace--kind of like Lt. Dan showing up to be Captain Gump's first mate on the shrimping boat. She's gone now. I feel the loss.
III. See Turtle not Sea Turtle
Fact: Turtles have wrinkly skin.
When my friend's parents forced him to eat the turtle they cooked, it was seeing the boiled knee wrinkles that scarred him most severely.
IV. Of the Family Ursidae
Speaking of maiming, in a recent dream a bear attacked me. Some doofus kept the bear as a pet, claiming it was domesticated. You, reader, already know that the bear was NOT. He ate his master inside their two story house. For some reason I was in the backyard. When the bear finished with Master Doofus, he came after me. Standing over me, Bear first tore off part of my shoulder. This hurt a little. Then he ripped out a chunk of my stomach. This hurt more. His enormous paw then covered the top of my head. I thought, "I'm about to feel my head rip away from my neck." In a swift mind control move, I willed the bear across the field. We locked eyes and I bloody ran. I kept running even after I woke up. In 11 minutes I would be late for work.
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Monday, February 4, 2008
They Play Pretty
Band of Horses performed in Dallas Saturday night. They were TREMENDOUS. The dude's voice is enormous and clear. It was a riveting and surprisingly beautiful rock show. They played a variety of songs from both albums, ending the encore with a mind-blowing cover of "Act Together". Here's the latest video of their song "Is There a Ghost."
Thursday, January 3, 2008
For(ever) Now
Just this weekend I heard these words: "I don't want to do this for the rest of my life but for now, it pays the bills."
We've all heard this said. Many of us have said it ourselves. It's a brand new year and I feel older and younger than ever. I'd rather say, "This is awesome. I know it can't last for the rest of my life but for now, it rocks my soul."
The last time I felt this way about my life was my 2006 road trip. The next time I feel this way about my life will be 2008. That's the goal.
We've all heard this said. Many of us have said it ourselves. It's a brand new year and I feel older and younger than ever. I'd rather say, "This is awesome. I know it can't last for the rest of my life but for now, it rocks my soul."
The last time I felt this way about my life was my 2006 road trip. The next time I feel this way about my life will be 2008. That's the goal.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Awesome Blog
Watch how Nina Simone opens her mouth and Awesome flows out.
Jeff Buckley singing this on his Live at Sin-e album is worth hearing and buying. If you keyword search "awesome" on YouTube, this is what you find:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVCb52iQrfo
Jeff Buckley singing this on his Live at Sin-e album is worth hearing and buying. If you keyword search "awesome" on YouTube, this is what you find:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVCb52iQrfo
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
A Good Swap
The other night I went to a song swap at AllGood Cafe and immediately after walking through the door it hit me: This night is going to be awesome. So I ordered a glass of red wine and settled into the evening like a cushy, leather armchair.
The artists were Daniel Fluitt of Thrift Store Cowboys, Colin Gilmore and Cory Branan. Different yet complimentary, we drank from their vats of words and melodies and stayed until the end. In the words of Colin "some things were made not to miss."
Before a friend joined me, I enjoyed the first of the concert alone. What is it about attending an event by yourself that can be so heartening? It feels like doing something I know is good for me, like eating fresh vegetables, drinking orange juice or exercising. C.S. Lewis wrote, "We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence and private; and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship." I think the world he lived in and the world I live in are pretty similar. Sitting alone in the scarlet booth felt right, but so did scooting over when my friend arrived.
The artists were Daniel Fluitt of Thrift Store Cowboys, Colin Gilmore and Cory Branan. Different yet complimentary, we drank from their vats of words and melodies and stayed until the end. In the words of Colin "some things were made not to miss."
Before a friend joined me, I enjoyed the first of the concert alone. What is it about attending an event by yourself that can be so heartening? It feels like doing something I know is good for me, like eating fresh vegetables, drinking orange juice or exercising. C.S. Lewis wrote, "We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence and private; and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship." I think the world he lived in and the world I live in are pretty similar. Sitting alone in the scarlet booth felt right, but so did scooting over when my friend arrived.
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