Kara and I made a pact about 5 years ago and I think I skipped some steps.
1. Graduate College
2. Have fabulous careers and cute little apartments to call our own.
3. Get married and stay married for 20+ years
4. Husbands die tragically young
5. Both relocate to cute little neighborhood with 2 neighboring homes for sale
6. Continue our fabulous lifestyle
7. Get cats 2-3 each
8. Drink tea daily in each others garden/sun porch and gossip about old times
I went straight for step 7 CATS! Alright, so I only have one, but he might have made me into the neighborhood crazy cat lady. Already I am getting questioning glances from the neighbors. But now that I think about it I probably would do the same thing if I saw someone walking a cat down the road with a cute little harness and leash. And besides, what else am I supposed to do when I am pissed that YET ANOTHER lesson has been cancelled.
07 March, 2007
01 March, 2007
Country Music Back Up Orchestra
Country music back up orchestra? I know it sounds weird, but that's the reason I got to go to Tennessee. When you are my age 14 hours in a car doesn't seem that bad in theory, but when you get right down to the nitty gritty of it your ass crack seals over and your legs forget how to function properly. Even as I sit here in my ganky "chair" typing I think to myself "Hell yeah I'd do it again."
I imagine that the most memorable moment of the trip was not performing in the Smokey Mountain Symphony Orchestra, but rather sitting in the employee parking lot of the Grand Ole Opry Hotel getting up the gumption to sneak in through the back catering entrance. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to bet past the security. It took a lot of persuading and some angry faces from Jeffery before I left the safety of my car but it was worth it. I have never seen such a huge hotel. There were a bunch of shops and rivers and trees and waterfalls in the center atrium. Very cool. And the place was crawling with more rustic types that were there for the Wild Turkey Convention. The bird not the booze!
I got to see where the "Tennessee Tech Trio" went to school and I met Mr. Labar (if you play horn you might be more excited than the rest of you folks reading). After going to Tech Jeffery showed me a waterfall that was 10 minutes away from school. I think that if I went to school so close to such a neat waterfall I wouldn't get any school work done.
Getting this picture was kinda scary. It is even higher than it looks if you can believe that! And the drop is sooooo steep. Yup, it was barfy.
O.K. I know it may not be classy to post such a picture but it was puzzling. What are you supposed to do when you are driving down the Interstate and see a big truck with a thing of sorts on it that says "Do Not Hump."? I just thought it was funny. Very similar to my iPod fiasco and its "failure to mount" syndrome.
I imagine that the most memorable moment of the trip was not performing in the Smokey Mountain Symphony Orchestra, but rather sitting in the employee parking lot of the Grand Ole Opry Hotel getting up the gumption to sneak in through the back catering entrance. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to bet past the security. It took a lot of persuading and some angry faces from Jeffery before I left the safety of my car but it was worth it. I have never seen such a huge hotel. There were a bunch of shops and rivers and trees and waterfalls in the center atrium. Very cool. And the place was crawling with more rustic types that were there for the Wild Turkey Convention. The bird not the booze!
I got to see where the "Tennessee Tech Trio" went to school and I met Mr. Labar (if you play horn you might be more excited than the rest of you folks reading). After going to Tech Jeffery showed me a waterfall that was 10 minutes away from school. I think that if I went to school so close to such a neat waterfall I wouldn't get any school work done.
Getting this picture was kinda scary. It is even higher than it looks if you can believe that! And the drop is sooooo steep. Yup, it was barfy.O.K. I know it may not be classy to post such a picture but it was puzzling. What are you supposed to do when you are driving down the Interstate and see a big truck with a thing of sorts on it that says "Do Not Hump."? I just thought it was funny. Very similar to my iPod fiasco and its "failure to mount" syndrome.
14 February, 2007
The Contemplation of Bravery
Bravery 1) face something dangerous or unpleasant with courage and resolution 2) defy something against the odds.
Let's face it. The Microsoft Encarta Dictionary just doesn't get into the graphic details of bravery. I felt a moment of extreme bravery and stoicism today and I just don't feel justified by the definition.
What was this extreme act of bravery that I endured you ask? Today I decided that I was going to blow dry my hair like I did yesterday in some sort of vain attempt at looking less like a mongrel. I decided this too late in the morning and as part of my Maya Angelou "I will not change my mind like a girl" phase/attitude I stuck with it. I didn't have much time to shower and dry my hair. And I certainly didn't allot any time for airing out the stinky man turd that was deposited just moments before my anticipated arrival in the shower. I knew it was going to be bad when I knew the whereabouts of all of my roommates/pets and none of them were in the bathroom and yet the door was closed and the fan was whirring away. That my friends is the first sign-DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR. I certainly should have learned this before I moved off to college. Being the fool that I am I decided to risk it in the name of vanity. I needed to blow dry my hair and there was no talking me out of it today. Thanks Maya! I thought surely the cloud of grossness would dissipate as I showered and squirted lovely girly shampoo and body wash around the bathroom. I was wrong. Now that I look back on the events of the morning I know that I was naive in my thinking. I should know that when you mix a highly toxic boy poop smell and the steam of a great morning shower nothing good cam come of it. All I ended up with was a very hot and steamy boy poop smell. NO GOOD. Still, I was determined to tame my locks. As soon as I plugged in the blow dryer I remembered that yesterday I had dropped the entire thing into the toilet. Yay me! I was just so happy that my toothbrush didn't jump from it's 3rd floor home to its demise that I completely forgot about my blow dryer's swimming lesson. Nothing happened, just a quick heart palpitation as I awaited a surge of electricity that never came and a funny smell coming from the motor. I think it was burning toilet paper, but I guess I will never know.
Alright, so maybe I am being a little dramatic about the braveness that is me. Still I think I deserve some sort of award for living with boys. I think mom deserves an award too. I know she is very much aware of the highly toxic combination of shower and boy poop.
Let's face it. The Microsoft Encarta Dictionary just doesn't get into the graphic details of bravery. I felt a moment of extreme bravery and stoicism today and I just don't feel justified by the definition.
What was this extreme act of bravery that I endured you ask? Today I decided that I was going to blow dry my hair like I did yesterday in some sort of vain attempt at looking less like a mongrel. I decided this too late in the morning and as part of my Maya Angelou "I will not change my mind like a girl" phase/attitude I stuck with it. I didn't have much time to shower and dry my hair. And I certainly didn't allot any time for airing out the stinky man turd that was deposited just moments before my anticipated arrival in the shower. I knew it was going to be bad when I knew the whereabouts of all of my roommates/pets and none of them were in the bathroom and yet the door was closed and the fan was whirring away. That my friends is the first sign-DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR. I certainly should have learned this before I moved off to college. Being the fool that I am I decided to risk it in the name of vanity. I needed to blow dry my hair and there was no talking me out of it today. Thanks Maya! I thought surely the cloud of grossness would dissipate as I showered and squirted lovely girly shampoo and body wash around the bathroom. I was wrong. Now that I look back on the events of the morning I know that I was naive in my thinking. I should know that when you mix a highly toxic boy poop smell and the steam of a great morning shower nothing good cam come of it. All I ended up with was a very hot and steamy boy poop smell. NO GOOD. Still, I was determined to tame my locks. As soon as I plugged in the blow dryer I remembered that yesterday I had dropped the entire thing into the toilet. Yay me! I was just so happy that my toothbrush didn't jump from it's 3rd floor home to its demise that I completely forgot about my blow dryer's swimming lesson. Nothing happened, just a quick heart palpitation as I awaited a surge of electricity that never came and a funny smell coming from the motor. I think it was burning toilet paper, but I guess I will never know.
Alright, so maybe I am being a little dramatic about the braveness that is me. Still I think I deserve some sort of award for living with boys. I think mom deserves an award too. I know she is very much aware of the highly toxic combination of shower and boy poop.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)