Tag! I’m It!

February 29, 2008 at 10:41 pm | Posted in Just for fun | 3 Comments

Ms. AP tagged me, so here we go!

What is your occupation?

* I am a Language and Communication therapist

What are you listening to right now?

* A very disturbing episode of Dateline. On my Ipod my current favorites are the soundtracks to Wicked and Rent, Rocco Delucca, Ingrid Michaelson, Katie Herzig, Gabe Dixon Band, Matt Nathanson, and Nathan Angelo.

Can you drive a stick shift?

* Yes, and everyone should learn. You never know when you will need to drive in a pinch.

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

* Something red like wine.

Last person you spoke to on the phone?

* Jane. Our work can be so crazy sometimes!

Do you like the person who tagged you?

* Yes, we have so much in common!

Favorite drink?

* I am addicted to Arizona Green Tea and I must have a Coke every now and then.

What is your favorite sport to watch?

* Auburn Football!

Have you ever dyed your hair?

* Shouldn’t the question be who hasn’t dyed their hair?

Pets?

* Pets? More like dog children! Lily and Ellie.

Favorite food?

* Right now I am full on entrenched with California sushi rolls.

Last movie you watched?

* I am pretty sure it was RENT.

Favorite day of the year?

* Leap Day, no, Christmas.

Favorite toy as a child?

* My Cabbage Patch Kid. So eighties.

Fall or Spring?

* Fall. I love pumpkins, sweaters, beautiful colors and hayrides!

What kind of pie?

* Can I have cheesecake?

Living arrangements?

* I live in the house that my dogs run.

What is on the floor of your closet?

* Shoes, shoes, shoes!

What inspires you?

* My kiddos I work with everyday!

What are you afraid of?

* Not having children.

Favorite car?

* VW Touareg

Favorite day of the week?

* Saturday when I can sleep in! Wait, what?  I can’t do that anymore? Oh yeah, because I have class and don’t have a day off anymore, ugh!

I tag:

Sandy Mc

EP

Miss Missy

Megan

Sleepy Jane

Mrs. Lilac

Enjoy!

Don’t Mess With the Hummus

February 29, 2008 at 12:34 pm | Posted in Advice, TV, Work | 1 Comment

It is raining here today. The kind of rain that won’t go away and is just enough to be annoying. It is not hard enough to cause a problem, just consistent enough so that you have to use your umbrella every time you go out no matter how much of an inconvenience it is.

Blah.

Another fun thing to talk about. While driving to my first appointment this morning my windshield wiper decided to fly off of the driver’s side and curl back toward my window.

Excellent. In the pouring rain. Now I can’t see and I am on the interstate. My life is a joke.

I know what you are thinking.  “You just got your car back. How is it possible for you to have another car issue?”

I like to think it is God’s little way of continually messing with me. Just a way for Him to say, “you are so not in control.” Well, I have a big brother who has given me enough trouble to last a lifetime. So, I don’t want to play this crazy game anymore! Move on to someone else!

New topic: Do you ever feel as if you are in a never-ending episode of “The Office?” I do. On a very disturbingly daily basis. For instance, today my lunch is almost over and I am still hungry. Why? Because someone stole my hummus. Yes, my hummus which I keep clearly labeled in the staff refrigerator. This would not bother me so much if I was not in such a financial constraint that I may not buy groceries again for a long time. If I was able I would buy me some more hummus. I get it. It takes a village, someone was hungry. I have to think that this person was so hungry and had not eaten all day and they are probably a single mother who works three jobs and can’t feed herself or her children, but something tells me that it was a very sneaky and annoying office neighbor who only works here to annoy me on a daily basis. We will call her “Meredith.” I can’t even go into her right now. She is way too complex!

Normally something like this would not bother me so much, but this is not the first thing that has disappeared.

The first time it was my salad dressing. Actually the Balsamic Vinaigrette spritz with like 5 calories a spritz or something like that. I noticed a while back that it seemed to be going way faster than I was using it. And then I caught her.

Random office mate was using my salad spritzer – without my permission. Everyday. I watched her. She knew it was mine. She never bothered to ask. She just helped herself.

Now being the introverted and non-confrontational person that I am, I let it slide. She used most of the spritzer and I never said a word. But, now it is my hummus and I won’t stand for it. There will be retribution if I find out who stole it! Now, I am the hungry one and I need my hummus!

I suddenly feel like Ross in the Turkey Sandwich episode of Friends when someone ate his beloved “day after Thanksgiving moist maker” sandwich and he was forced to be placed under administrative leave because he snapped and couldn’t pass his psychological exam. Yeah, I am pretty close to that.

This week needs to be over!

The Sassy Fiddle Girl

February 28, 2008 at 3:37 pm | Posted in Culture, Family | Leave a comment

Thanks to all of you who have been concerned about my well-being lately. I appreciate your sentiment and your encouragement. To wrap up my Mental Health Day I had an interesting night out last night with the fam and I wanted to share my experience.

Backstory: A few months ago my Big Bubba called to tell me that he wanted the whole family (Mom, Dad, Me, Hubby, Him, and Sister-In-Law) to go see the Celtic Women. Now let me just preface by saying that I do like the Celtic women and most things Irish except for Michael Flatley. Just like Chandlar on Friends, he scares the bejees out of me.

“His legs flail about as if independent from his body!”

 Exactly Chandlar, you said it. He is not normal!

Anyway, after some hemming and hawing Bro got me tickets to go as my Birthday present. (My Birthday is in June, not February) So, last night was the night. Hubby did not go, he would rather “be shot and left somewhere for dead.” Alrighty then.

We got there and waited and waited and waited. Apparently one of the Celtic Women was having a bad a hair day or something and kept an entire audience waiting for twenty or so extra minutes, but hey, I didn’t have to work the next day. Take your time! (Extreme Sarcasm) Some time later they appear and let me tell you it was a show of, well, enthusiasm and interesting antics.

As I sat there and watched these women prance around and sing, all I could imagine was what the rehearsals for this show would resemble with a stage director that must be just like Charlotte’s friend Anthony on Sex and the City.

 “Ladies, swoosh your skirts. No, I said GLIDE, and skip, yes two, three, four. Now frolic Chloe, I said frolic. That is not angelic, hold your arms like cherubs. Smile like your singing to your babies. MORE PINK LIGHTS!”

There is something wrong with me because the whole time I had to stifle my giggling as I imagined this behind-the-scenes rehearsal. Not to fear because that annoying Chloe, who I refer to as long sleeves Celtic Girl, giggled annoyingly enough for the both of us.

Anyway.

Another notable mention of the night were the drummers who seemed to be in a world of their own. These guys were into it. On two different occasions when they finished their songs they threw their sticks so hard they jetted over the partition and all I could think was, “How is he going into the next song without his stick?” My Mom assured me it “was part of the act.”

OK.

But, the enthusiasm award of the night would have to go to the fiddle chick. I call her Sassy Fiddle Girl. You know who she is. Bro informed me of her name. Not sure how he knew it. Apparently he knew all the girls’ names. Hmm.

Celtic Woman

This is Sassy Fiddle Girl. She is the one running around the stage like she has had one too many Red Bulls. She was the first of the Celtic Women to make her appearance in the bright spot light and the moment we saw her my mom and I both looked at each other at the exact same time and said, “She needs to put on a slip.” You could see right through her entire ensemble which consisted of a strapless top and a pleated skirt with the pleats cut right up to her thighs. I am guessing she preferred it that way. Interesting.

At one point she got so ahe-mm, enthusiastic, that she kicked one of her pleats up in front of her and onto her head where it stayed for a good 3-5 seconds. I kid you not. Sassy Fiddle Girl did not miss a beat though, oh no, she kept right on fiddling. And the crowd loved her. Grown men stood and clapped with her. Woman envied her. Little girls took her flowers at the end. She had that audience. She worked it. She was a blond whirlwind on steroids. I have never ever seen anything like it. She wore me out.

I need some of her stamina because due to the fashionably late start of the Celtic Women, it was a late night and this woman is exhausted and in need of her own Red Bull. It wouldn’t make me quite as sassy though.

A Mental Health Day

February 27, 2008 at 12:09 pm | Posted in Family, Photos | 4 Comments

Apparently God knew I needed a mental health day. Since I don’t have a car and I would been have been so angry taking a personal day due to my lack of Photobuckettransportation, He sent me a snow day. I still have to take some accrued time, but this makes it all worthwhile. I have spent the day cuddling with my girls, finishing homework, watching some guilty pleasure girl movies, and just being lazy.

And it has been excellent. Just what I needed.

The Best Idea. Ever.

February 27, 2008 at 8:05 am | Posted in Books | 4 Comments
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Can I just say I am in love with my book club? About a year ago me and a few girlfriends who are avid readers decided we should choose a book once a month and discuss.

It was the best idea. Ever. Period.

Who knew we would have so much fun? Who knew that we had such varying opinions? Who knew I would look forward to it every single time? Well, I do. It is one of my favorite things. We have read some of the best books which I now count as some of my favorites reads.

A few weeks ago the core girls and decided that we should expand and look for a few different people to diversify our group. What to do? What to do?

We knew what we wanted. People who love to read. People who will actually read the book. Yes, we had a problem with that with some. People who will actually want to discuss the book.

We put the word out and had our first meeting on Monday night. Have you ever sat in a public place and had no idea what to expect from people you will meet? We had no idea what to expect. Yeah, we had all exchanged a few emails, but really, what can you learn about a person from an email?

I was just hoping that we didn’t gain a random stalker from the whole process. Craigslist is not always that safe! No creeps present though the two ladies who were knitting at the table next to us did look suspiciously curious. It’s OK, we could take them.

In a few words – it was awesome. There are no other words. We had the best time. We spent two and half hours just chatting, discussing, laughing and getting to know each other. I invited a friend of mine who everyone loved. Two other women came who I would pick out of any group to be a person I would instantly want to know. There were three preachers daughters among us. So random.

It went so well. There were no weird getting to know you moments. No awkwardness. No one went running for the door or had that emergency phone call to answer. We had an excellent time and a great discussion.

We read The Secret Life of Bees By Sue Monk Kidd. A good read about a young girl, who lost her mother at a young age, is living with her emotionally detached father in the south during the civil rights movement. I would recommend it, especially if you like a coming of age story about a child who finds a family in a less than obvious place.

Our current read is The History of Love by Nicole Krauss.

Here’s to the next read! Our group needs a rockin’ name? Ideas?

Wanna read with us?

A Retraction

February 26, 2008 at 9:01 pm | Posted in Life | 6 Comments

Apparently the whole positive thinking route is not working for me. Screw The Secret. I am chunking optimism out the window. Forget my Autobiography Song. I take it back. All Is Not Well. I think Gabe lied to me. Either that or he most certainly did not write that song for me. I am taking it personally.

I am in a funk. No, I am pissed. No, I am sad. OK, I don’t know what I am. I have been there for a few weeks. Circumstances and situations in life seem to be wearing me out and weighing me down.

Due to the path my life has taken lately I feel the need to change my song to something along the lines of “Tears on my Pillow” or “Big Girls Don’t Cry”. Side-note: I hate that song, the Fergie version that is.

It will never cease to amaze me how two people who have honestly tried to make good choices, put others first, and all around tried to live decent lives will have circumstances turn out this way. My life with Hubby has always been a fairytale, a Grimm’s version if you will. Life has not dealt us an easy hand. Our life together began strained and it is amazing that we have made it thru it all. I am so thankful for him everyday. I feel that as long as I have him I can make it, but without him I simply would not.

Situations leading up to today have placed me in the funk. Situations and circumstances that seem to hit us over and over with no break and no resolution.

Today was rough, my funk led me to make some phone calls seeking inspiration and advice from some listening ears. An email I received through me for a loop. Literally a tailspin. Something I thought I had put to bed in my mind came screeching back saying “acknowledge me, acknowledge me, I am still here. You have to deal with me. You have to decide.” It was not a welcome contemplation. I get in my car and begin to drive.

My car quits. On the interstate. In the middle of traffic. Traffic going 70+ miles per hour.

I cannot type the words that went through my mind.

I pull to the side of the median. Trucks flying by me. Everywhere. I am deathly afraid of those things anyway and now they were inches from me going way too fast.

I make one rescue phone call – No answer.

I make two rescue phone calls – No answer.

I make a third rescue phone call – Low Battery signal. Of course!- NO Answer. Where in the freaking world is everybody?

I make another call – Daddy not in town, Dah.

There is sleet hitting my windshield, I am in the median of an interstate in rush hour, I have a limited cell battery and no one is answering their phone. I am cold. My hazards will not work and I can’t charge my phone. I can’t walk off of the bypass because well, there are cars going now 80+ MPH about two inches from my passenger side door.

I do the only thing I know to do at that moment.

I cry. I cry hard. A head in my hands, body shaking, tissue soaking cry. I did have tissue, that was about the only thing going for me at the moment. This is very significant because I am not a crier. I just don’t get there. I can probably count on my two hands the number of times I cried during Hubby’s deployment. I don’t allow myself to go there – ever. But today I did not have a choice.

I call Hubby, again. He answers. I am pretty sure the only thing that ensued was incoherent yelling and crying. He is across town. He will be there in no more than twenty minutes.

OH God! I may die here! I will be on the news and I look awful! I cry – again. Hard.

I call for a TDOT truck to help. Eight different menu choices later I am forwarded to a less than enthusiastic operator.

Operator: “Where are you? What happened to your car? Are you out of gas?”

No, I am not out of gas. Do people really do that on an bypass where the exits are less than half a mile apart? No, that is not my problem.

Me: “Can you please just send a truck?” I was only hoping to remain alive until someone came to my rescue and if it took a big yellow truck with blinking lights that showed the whole world that my car is a piece of well, you know, then that is what I wanted.

Operator: “Okey-dokey” yes, she really said that.

Click.

Must compose myself. Must compose myself.

Have I mentioned how absolutely enraged I get when public service operators hang up on me? SO, not the day to do that to me.

FIFTEEN minutes later the big yellow truck arrives. Hubby is not far behind. No help for my car. We must call a tow truck.

With one phone call I see hundreds of dollars flying out of my bank account and into the hands of the local care car center- yet again. I believe this will now be the third month in a row. I need a frequent customer discount at this place. I am keeping them in business.

As we drive home I am seriously contemplating opening my own non-profit. For me. So I can work. I must have my car to work. I cannot sit in an office all day. I am a road warrior. I must have wheels that go. It is that simple.

So, what does all this mean? It means that I am needing a little sympathy and a lot of prayers and a sense of direction. Literally a good sense of direction. And a working car.

Is that too much to ask?

Apparently, big girls do cry. Stupid Fergie.

All Will Be Well

February 25, 2008 at 5:34 pm | Posted in Music | 2 Comments
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Do you ever hear a song and think “they wrote that just for me?” I think that all the time!

Therefore, I will be posting my “Autobiographical Song” when I get the notion to every now and then.

So, here is my song for the time being. From one of my favorite bands and one of my favorite songs, All Will Be Well by The Gabe Dixon Band.

The new day dawns
And I am practicing my purpose once again
It is fresh and it is fruitful if I win
but if I lose, ooh, I don’t know
I’ll be tired but I will turn and I will go
Only guessing ’til I get there then I’ll know
Ohh, I will know

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that’s shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true

And all will be well
Even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

The winter’s cold
But the snow still lightly settles on the trees
And a mess is still a moment I can seize until I know
That all will be well

Even though sometimes this is hard to tell
And the fight is just as frustrating as hell
All will be well

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that’s shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true

And all will be well
Even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

You got to keep it up
And don’t give up
And chase your dreams
And you will find
All in time

And all the children walking home past the factories
Can see the light that’s shining in my window
As I write this song to you
And all the cars running fast along the interstate
Can feel the love that radiates
Illuminating what I know is true
And all will be well
Even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell

All will be well
Even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself
All will be well
You can ask me how but only time will tell
You can ask me how but only time will tell 

What is your autobiographical song that you relate to?

On the Flip Side

February 25, 2008 at 2:23 am | Posted in In the News, Issues, Military | 6 Comments

Of all the feedback I received to “A Piece of My Mind – Not Wanted” and “On That Note” this was my favorite. This response is from a dear old friend who I respect and admire, not only for his full time service in the military, but also for the way he perseveres against obstacles that get in the way of his dreams. He is months from being deployed and preparing to walk the walk of a soldier on the front lines. He has allowed me to quote him and share his take on my thoughts. I appreciate his words on the matter and I wanted to share his insights.

“It’s funny how most people with no contact with the military always assume that when folks refer to the “sacrifice” of the service members and their families they always assume it means getting killed in some awful place. I think my wife would agree with what you are saying. We got married 23 Dec 06 and have been together for about 2 months since then. I know for me I just keep in mind that what I do, I do so other folks don’t have to. That’s not to say I dont enjoy my job, but it does come with some huge sacrifices. ”

“As far as the other one goes, I don’t think there’s any way to peacefully deal with pure evil. Until there is no more, I think we have to be ready to fight it with force. It would be nice if everyone could figure out that this is not a very productive exchange, but that is not a very realistic outlook. You know as well as I do that Satan is alive and well and strong as Hell and as long as he is, people have to be ready to deal with others who fall under the sway of evil. ”

“The best way I’ve heard it phrased is , ‘All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.’ I can’t remember who said that but I believe he was right. [ Ed. note: it was Edmund Burke] Good people have to be ready to stand up and fight for what they believe in, not just what they are against. You can’t be for justice but not stand against injustice and you can’t be for good and not stand against evil.  As long as I can look in the mirror and know that I am doing, what I can to make a better life for those not strong enough to do it on their own, then I’ll keep pushing back. ”

“When it seems like a really terrible deal and nothing good is coming from all this mess, you just have to remember that we are giving a lot of people something they would never have without us. Freedom. Something we take for granted.”

Well, I think that is all we need to say about that.

I think now we can put this issue to bed. Can we really say anything else? I don’t think so. Thanks to everyone for your feedback, your thoughts, your ideas, your opinions.

 Keep ’em comin’! 

From the Cache

February 24, 2008 at 9:20 pm | Posted in Thoughts | 1 Comment
After telling a friend that my draft section was very full of unpublished items, well, um, she yelled at me. I am sensitive about what I put out there, but in an attempt to be totally honest and forthright here is one from the writings that wouldn’t die.
I wrote this months ago and just came across it in my drafts section this morning. So here it is – no longer Post 65, but now named, “From the Cache.” It deserves a name. 
I am:
  • a wife, daughter, sister, friend, therapist, teacher, volunteer
  • finding it hard to wear so many hats
  • wanting 2008 to be the best year yet
  • desiring to feel settled in life
  • a dreamer not a resolution maker
  • one who hopes for the best but constantly fears the worst
  • hoping to begin the road to motherhood soon in whatever capacity
  • wanting my husband to feel successful and settled
  • aspiring to volunteer more, but see myself becoming more and more overextended
  • hoping to show the people who love me the upmost love and access to my time in return
  • wanting to forget and forgive those who don’t show me that same respect
  • striving to be more creative in many capacities
  • hoping to find my niche
  • wanting to understand a God who loves and is just
  • wondering how I best can take care of my family and those that I love
  • addicted to sushi and green tea
  • annoyed by people who don’t recycle, especially when the opportunity is readily accessible
  • exhausted, physically and emotionally, when I feel pulled in too many directions
  • hoping I am on the right path in my life
  • trying to learn to take care of myself first
  • longing to make a difference – somehow

Clarification

February 24, 2008 at 7:21 pm | Posted in Just for fun | Leave a comment

Question I posed to Hubby tonight while watching the return episode of SNL:

Me:  “Don’t you always wonder who the announcer in the Viagra commercial is referring to when he says, ‘If you are not healthy enough for sexual activity, please consult your doctor’ Who is that guy anyway? I mean how unhealthy could you be? ”

Hubby:  No reply. Nothing but a look of horror on his face as he imagines that such a poor soul exists. “Well, he would half to be unconcious”

And that my friend is why I am married, so I can get clarification on the mysteries of life.

Mmm-hmmm.

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