Destined to be a classic...
Lortab and me
Do not agree
At T J Maxx
I began to yak
Ran to the stall
And began to ball
Stupid mole, a-typical
You've got me in a big, fat pickle
Had to take off work
Luckily, Bob's no jerk
Now I'm moving
Of course, this means no lifting
Don't tell mom but I have been
She'd kill me and I'm her favorite kin
Friday, October 21, 2005
Destined to be a classic...
BLUFFTON, S.C. - A would-be carjacker got a different kind of jolt from his intended victim’s morning cup of coffee, authorities said.
The suspect tapped the car window Wednesday morning with a gun and motioned the driver to get out, Chief Deputy Roy Hughes said.
But the driver — who had just bought a cup of hot coffee — slammed the car door into the carjacker’s legs, threw the coffee at his neck and face and wrestled him to the ground, Hughes said.
A shot was fired during the scuffle but no one was hurt, Hughes said. He said the driver managed to get the gun from the suspect and point it at him.
The suspect ran into nearby woods, Hughes said. Deputies are searching for him and two people thought to be with him who drove off during the scuffle.
Friday, October 14, 2005
"My life? It isn't easy to explain. It has not been the rip-roaring spectacular I fancied it would be, but neither have I burrowed around with the gophers. I suppose it has most resembled a bluechip stock: fairly stable, more ups than downs, and gradually trending upward over time. A good buy, a lucky buy, and I've learned that not everyone can say this about his life.
But do not be misled.
I am nothing special; of this I am sure.
I am a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough."
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Surgery is over - I'll upload pictures and relay the experience to you when I have more than one hand (the other is in a sling...).
But to tide you over until then, here are my Primary Love Languages.
If you have not read this book, I highly suggest and recommend that you do so.
Score - Love Language
9 - Physical Touch
8 - Quality Time
5 - Words of Affirmation
4 - Receiving of Gifts
4 - Acts of Service
How to interpret your Profile Score:
Your highest score indicates your primary love language. Your second highest score indicates your secondary love
language. If two scores are identical, you are bilingual (you have two primary love languages). If the scores of your
primary and your secondary language are close (for example, 10 & 9 respectfully), it indicates both are important to
you. Whatever a significant other does to express love in either of these languages will get emotional points with you.
The highest possible score for any language is 12.
Having a clear picture of your primary & secondary love languages will explain much of your past behavior Think back
over the past and ask yourself "What have I most often requested from significant others?" Chances are your answer
will lie within the scope of your primary & secondary love languages. You have been requesting that which would meet
your deepest need for emotional love.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'll give you the run down of my past week.
Well, I flew for the first time since my Junior year of high school. That was about 6-7 years ago...needless to say, I was freaked out. I was doing okay until I got onto the plane. That's when it got hard to catch my breath, I had to concentrate on slowing my heart rate down and I felt as if I might projectile vomit. I was sitting on the same row as my boss, with a seat in between us. When the plane shot off down the runway, going from about 0-2,000 mph in about 3 seconds...it forced tears out of my eyes. That's when the flood gates opened. I was balling...sitting next to my boss. I kept my face plastered to the window in hopes that no one would see me crying. My boss called out my name - I ignored it - figuring he wouldn't ask again. He did - I ignored it again. So then, he tapped me on the shoulder. No ignoring that one. I turned towards him and that's when he saw that my face had exploded into streaming tears and red blotches. Fabulous. He looked at me for a moment - processing the hideous sight - and then frantically called to co-worker sitting behind us - "Nance? Nance!!! Do you have any tissues?!?!?!"
I stopped crying eventually (thank goodness) and managed to take this picture
When we got to Annapolis, the retreat was (suprising) fun! We had meetings during the days and great dinners at night. We got to tour the MD State Capitol building which was very informative and exciting. On the last day, several of us took a boat tour around the harbor, where we were able to see the US Naval Academy...and some of the attractive people who attend.... ;)
Here are some pictures:
Anyway, I was supposed to spend some time in D.C. with a friend of mine and catch a flight on Sunday back to Nashville. I rearranged this when I heard that I would be able to start moving into my condo. It was too late to rearrange my rearranged flight when I founf out that there were some minor construction clitches.
So, now I am looking at closing on my condo on October 21 - about two weeks from now. What sucks, is that I have so many of my things already packed. I'm having to unpack, only to repack in two weeks.
Oh well. I'm sure things could be worse. :)
For those of you who are interested in my A-typical, pre-cancerous mole that has to be removed - the surgery is being done