Thursday, August 31, 2006

Throw-a-Fit Thursday

Registering a 10 on my suck-o-meter scale right now:

Fraternities who take up all the student tickets so that they can dress up, get drunk, turn around not facing the field and talk to their "brothers" the entire game.


Cat poop.

The IRS.

Shirley Franklin and her Pothole Posse.

Brady Quinn and his creepy, soccer-mom-on-crack mother.

People who drive 55 mph in the fast lane, then SPEED UP as you're trying to pass their worthless, out-of-state butts.

Overly negative people.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

It's Only a Re-run if You've Seen it Before

NOTE: I've decided to tackle some of those proliferous Drafts that haunt our blog... original "airdate" 11:40 AM Mar. 13, 2006... fly, little posting, fly!

I was just reading some of Andrew Peterson's earliest posts on his website. Because when you procrastinate by reading deep, meaningful journal entries that talk about God, it's spiritual.


I was intrigued by some posts of his that discuss the problem of poverty and what we as wealthy (if you own a microwave, you're in the top 10% of the world's income earners) Americans can and should do about it. I also appreciated that he shared some of his more selfish thoughts (there's no ice for my coke and every sort of dressing for my salad but Ranch!) and how God got his attention through his self-centeredness. And what I really love is that Andrew does something about it. He doesn't merely think about the plight of starving children the world over, feel bad for 5 minutes, then move on with his day. I was delighted to discover at his annual Christmas show in Nashville that all proceeds went to Compassion International. They took in a lot of money that could have been a house payment, some gifts for the kids, etc., and instead sent the lot of it to truly make a difference in the world. I love that.

So what am I going to do about it? Buy his cd's, attend any and all shows possible, check his website often... oh. Right. What am I going to do about poverty, not what am I going to do about AP being both a fantastic artist and a darn nice person. Heh heh heh. Oops.

I had plans this summer (don't we all) to volunteer at a soup kitchen down the way. Helping out at a soup kitchen has become almost passe, but that doesn't mean they don't need workers still, and it's a good place to start. Here's my deadline: by next Wednesday, I will have contacted the church to find out how to start volunteering there. Hold me to it, faithful readers! All 4 of you.

A Day in the Life

So behind in posting! I've had all sorts of brilliant ideas that never came to fruition. Seems I've gotten lazy these days...

So here's a little bit of mental potpourri:

The trip went well but I'm glad to be back home... it's amazing what a car can smell like after 3 days of driving... our alarm clock radio woke us up the other morning to the lovely news that our friends in District 4 have finally regained consciousness and voted Cynthia McKinney OUT... I found out that one of my IV coworkers is on the front of Jill Phillips' newest album (3rd from the bottom left, with one arm raised)... Lime & Thai Chile Peanuts from Trader Joe's are tasty, but do not burp up well (ew)... no matter how old you get, you're always their "baby," and as time goes on and sweet little old ladies shrink, they accuse you of growing... I went through some of my old stuff at my parents' house and found my Headstart (Pre-K) diploma and cardboard mortarboard & tassel; I think I'll put that on my resume... the old adage (cliche) "You can't go home again" is shockingly accurate when you go from being Southern Baptist to Presbyterian... Tennessee is lovely country, but ain't nothin' in comparison with fair New Mexico, especially Los Alamos... apparently all good Presbyterians own pipes (Sam, you bad influence, you)... Nashville needs to pick up and move a little closer to Atlanta, so that I can go to things like the no cover charge, multi-Square Peg concerts being held on Tuesday nights... second cousins grow up really fast... it never fails, if you don't pack a book on a trip, you want to read, but if you bring an entire honking box, you find other things to do... no matter what was in the box, cats will brave all manner of odds to sit in the thing... cats, at least our cats, have perfected the art of looking both innocent and insolent at the same time... MySpace is taking over the world and that scares me... dinner tastes better when shared with friends... if anyone actually read all this, not only are you a loyal friend, but you have entirely too much spare time on your hands...

Yesterday was a marvelous day of "lasts": my last day selling shiny things at Pier 1 and Mom's last chemotherapy treatment. Whoo hoo! That's not mental potpourri, folks, that's news.