Let's do this!
Here is to trying to stay as focused as I can to being able to make a post at least once a day!
wOOt wOOt! Encouragement! Yeah! Motivation!
:P
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Closing Time
Alright, time for a vent.
Honestly, why do people come into a restaurant when there is less than 20 minutes before closing?? I mean, I understand that you are hungry... but can't it wait till the next day? Go somewhere else that isn't closing and get food there! I bet it will satisfy you just as much.
And if you do insist on getting food, at least take it to-go. Much easier for all of the employees to keep cleaning around you so we can still get out at a descent time. And also, please don't order the item that takes the longest time to prepare! Go for an easy dish so you are in and out in no time!
And please, please, PLEASE, never ever say to me ever again, "I totally understand what it is like when people come in during the last half hour." Because I swear I am going to look you dead in the eye and say, "Well then why the HELL are you here?!?! If you know how much it sucks, why did you walk in our door when you KNOW that we are closing?!?!"
Some people just drive me crazy!!! I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job!!!
....sigh....
Honestly, why do people come into a restaurant when there is less than 20 minutes before closing?? I mean, I understand that you are hungry... but can't it wait till the next day? Go somewhere else that isn't closing and get food there! I bet it will satisfy you just as much.
And if you do insist on getting food, at least take it to-go. Much easier for all of the employees to keep cleaning around you so we can still get out at a descent time. And also, please don't order the item that takes the longest time to prepare! Go for an easy dish so you are in and out in no time!
And please, please, PLEASE, never ever say to me ever again, "I totally understand what it is like when people come in during the last half hour." Because I swear I am going to look you dead in the eye and say, "Well then why the HELL are you here?!?! If you know how much it sucks, why did you walk in our door when you KNOW that we are closing?!?!"
Some people just drive me crazy!!! I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job!!!
....sigh....
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wherfore art thou my love?
I watched a movie last night that was about the love between two people. A young woman named Fanny Brawne and a young poet named John Keats. It was a beautiful, touching movie, that made me cry... And it got me thinking... Why do we not talk or write like we used to do? Why are sonnets and poems not a part of "courting" anymore? What happened to just going for long walks with the one you love while actually conversing with them? Why can we not profess our feelings in those honey sweet words that we used to?
I started going back over poems that I had read before and some that I had never read. I stumbled upon one that Phil had sent to me a while ago. He sent it to me because I kept begging him to write me a poem and he said he didn't have time, but would satisfy me with one he had found online that he liked until he could write one (which he never did). The verse is actually very beautiful and fits so perfectly these days:
Longing
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
~ Matthew Arnold
How that poem touches my heart. Tears always come to my eyes when I read the third stanza. How I wish that my love was here to do that for me right now. How I would tell him that I no longer suffer because he is by my side once more. But until then, I will keep praying that he will visit my dreams every night and chase away the suffering I feel every day.
As I was looking through other poetry, I came across a poem that struck a cord in me. It truly got me thinking if I have or not:
Are You Loving Enough?
Are you loving enough? There is some one dear,
Some one you hold as the dearest of all
In the holiest shrine of your heart.
Are you making it known? Is the truth of it clear
To the one you love? If death's quick call
Should suddenly tear you apart,
Leaving no time for a long farewell,
Would you feel you had nothing to tell ---
Nothing you wished you had said before
The closing of that dark door?
Are you loving enough? The swift years fly ---
Oh, faster and faster the hurry away,
And each one carries its dead.
The good deed left for the by and by,
The word to be uttered another day,
May never be done or said.
Let the love word sound in the listening ear,
Nor wait to speak it above a bier.
Oh the time for telling your love is brief,
But long, long, long is the time for grief.
Are you loving enough?
That poem makes me cry as I think of what might happen. Have I said everything that I long to say to Phil? Does he know how I feel truly? How can I put into words the depths of my love for him? How do I convey my pride? That he is my hero? The perfect man for me? My other half? My one and only? My favorite? ...How?
So confused, I started reading the letters that John Keats had written to his love Fanny Brawne. To say the least, I was truly inspired by them and so deeply touched and wishful that someone would write me love letters like that.
"Your Letter gave me more delight, than any thing in the world but yourself could do; indeed I am almost astonished that any absent one should have that luxurious power over my senses which I feel. Even when I am not thinking of you I receive your influence and a tenderer nature steeling upon me. All my thoughts, my unhappiest days and nights have I find not at all cured me of my love of Beauty, but made it so intense that I am miserable that you are not with me: or rather breathe in that dull sort of patience that cannot be called Life. " (Letter, 18 July 1819)
"Do understand me, my love, in this. I have so much of you in my heart that I must turn Mentor when I see a chance of harm befalling you. I would never see any thing but Pleasure in your eyes, love on your lips, and Happiness in your steps." (Letter, 18 July 1819)
"I kiss'd your Writing over in the hope you had indulg'd me by leaving a trace of honey " (Letter, 18 July 1819)
"Forgive me if I wander a little this evening, for I have been all day employed in a very abstract Poem and I am in deep love with you - two things which must excuse me. I have, believe me, not been an age in letting you take possession of me; the very first week I knew you I wrote myself your vassal" (Letter, 25 July 1819)
"My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again — my Life seems to stop there — I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving — I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. [...] I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion — I have shudder'd at it — I shudder no more — I could be martyr'd for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you." (Letter, 13 October 1819).
"My sweet creature when I look back upon the pains and torments I have suffered for you from the day I left you to go to the Isle of Wight; the ecstasies in which I have passed some days and the miseries in their turn, I wonder the more at the Beauty which has kept up the spell so fervently" (Letter, February 1820)
"You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time." (Letter, March 1820)
And then I read one of John Keats more famous works:
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —
No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon to death.
The poem talks of how he longs to live forever aloft, watching the world from above like a star. But towards the end he realizes that he would want to be no place else then laying in the arms of the woman he loves. So beautiful.
But all of these works got me to thinking - We never send love letters anymore. Our days now are spent on the Internet sending emails or facebook messages back and forth. Or just speaking our love over phone calls. Which, don't get me wrong, is a wonderful thing to be able to do, especially while Phil is away in AF. But I am becoming ever more jealous of the old days and wars and the lack of technology for communication. Only in the sense that I wish I would have the motivation to write love letters or even the knowledge how! And how I long to receive one from Phil. I bet all my friends would love to receive a love letter from their significant other. Wouldn't you reader?
With that said, I am going to try and sit down and write a love letter to the one that I hold dearest in my heart. I may fail miserably or I may succeed with amazing success, only time shall tell since it will take about 3 weeks to get to him, heh. All I know is that I will take tips from John Keats and Shakespeare as far as what to say, I will spray perfume upon the pages, and I shall kiss the most tender words that I write so that Phil might kiss those same words and feel my lips upon his.
I encourage all my fellow hopeless romantics to join me in trying to write a love letter to your significant other. Look to poetry or to famous authors for inspiration and follow your own heart while you write it. You will know what to say.
I started going back over poems that I had read before and some that I had never read. I stumbled upon one that Phil had sent to me a while ago. He sent it to me because I kept begging him to write me a poem and he said he didn't have time, but would satisfy me with one he had found online that he liked until he could write one (which he never did). The verse is actually very beautiful and fits so perfectly these days:
Longing
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
~ Matthew Arnold
How that poem touches my heart. Tears always come to my eyes when I read the third stanza. How I wish that my love was here to do that for me right now. How I would tell him that I no longer suffer because he is by my side once more. But until then, I will keep praying that he will visit my dreams every night and chase away the suffering I feel every day.
As I was looking through other poetry, I came across a poem that struck a cord in me. It truly got me thinking if I have or not:
Are You Loving Enough?
Are you loving enough? There is some one dear,
Some one you hold as the dearest of all
In the holiest shrine of your heart.
Are you making it known? Is the truth of it clear
To the one you love? If death's quick call
Should suddenly tear you apart,
Leaving no time for a long farewell,
Would you feel you had nothing to tell ---
Nothing you wished you had said before
The closing of that dark door?
Are you loving enough? The swift years fly ---
Oh, faster and faster the hurry away,
And each one carries its dead.
The good deed left for the by and by,
The word to be uttered another day,
May never be done or said.
Let the love word sound in the listening ear,
Nor wait to speak it above a bier.
Oh the time for telling your love is brief,
But long, long, long is the time for grief.
Are you loving enough?
That poem makes me cry as I think of what might happen. Have I said everything that I long to say to Phil? Does he know how I feel truly? How can I put into words the depths of my love for him? How do I convey my pride? That he is my hero? The perfect man for me? My other half? My one and only? My favorite? ...How?
So confused, I started reading the letters that John Keats had written to his love Fanny Brawne. To say the least, I was truly inspired by them and so deeply touched and wishful that someone would write me love letters like that.
"Your Letter gave me more delight, than any thing in the world but yourself could do; indeed I am almost astonished that any absent one should have that luxurious power over my senses which I feel. Even when I am not thinking of you I receive your influence and a tenderer nature steeling upon me. All my thoughts, my unhappiest days and nights have I find not at all cured me of my love of Beauty, but made it so intense that I am miserable that you are not with me: or rather breathe in that dull sort of patience that cannot be called Life. " (Letter, 18 July 1819)
"Do understand me, my love, in this. I have so much of you in my heart that I must turn Mentor when I see a chance of harm befalling you. I would never see any thing but Pleasure in your eyes, love on your lips, and Happiness in your steps." (Letter, 18 July 1819)
"I kiss'd your Writing over in the hope you had indulg'd me by leaving a trace of honey " (Letter, 18 July 1819)
"Forgive me if I wander a little this evening, for I have been all day employed in a very abstract Poem and I am in deep love with you - two things which must excuse me. I have, believe me, not been an age in letting you take possession of me; the very first week I knew you I wrote myself your vassal" (Letter, 25 July 1819)
"My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again — my Life seems to stop there — I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving — I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. [...] I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion — I have shudder'd at it — I shudder no more — I could be martyr'd for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you." (Letter, 13 October 1819).
"My sweet creature when I look back upon the pains and torments I have suffered for you from the day I left you to go to the Isle of Wight; the ecstasies in which I have passed some days and the miseries in their turn, I wonder the more at the Beauty which has kept up the spell so fervently" (Letter, February 1820)
"You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time." (Letter, March 1820)
And then I read one of John Keats more famous works:
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —
No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon to death.
The poem talks of how he longs to live forever aloft, watching the world from above like a star. But towards the end he realizes that he would want to be no place else then laying in the arms of the woman he loves. So beautiful.
But all of these works got me to thinking - We never send love letters anymore. Our days now are spent on the Internet sending emails or facebook messages back and forth. Or just speaking our love over phone calls. Which, don't get me wrong, is a wonderful thing to be able to do, especially while Phil is away in AF. But I am becoming ever more jealous of the old days and wars and the lack of technology for communication. Only in the sense that I wish I would have the motivation to write love letters or even the knowledge how! And how I long to receive one from Phil. I bet all my friends would love to receive a love letter from their significant other. Wouldn't you reader?
With that said, I am going to try and sit down and write a love letter to the one that I hold dearest in my heart. I may fail miserably or I may succeed with amazing success, only time shall tell since it will take about 3 weeks to get to him, heh. All I know is that I will take tips from John Keats and Shakespeare as far as what to say, I will spray perfume upon the pages, and I shall kiss the most tender words that I write so that Phil might kiss those same words and feel my lips upon his.
I encourage all my fellow hopeless romantics to join me in trying to write a love letter to your significant other. Look to poetry or to famous authors for inspiration and follow your own heart while you write it. You will know what to say.
Friday, April 30, 2010
A Quickie
A quick post to share with the internet world! I was fortunate enough to get more photos from Phil this morning! YIPPEE!!! I know so exciting! Not only has it been 12 weeks -- THAT'S 3 MONTHS PEOPLE! -- but I also get two new pictures to stare at for hours, haha.
First up is an photo from on top of a mountain that Phil and his soldiers had to hike up to try and locate a little downed remote-controled airplane. You can see for miles! Isn't it amazing?
Next up, and my favorite of course, is a photo of Phil being a daredevil as usual :P He wanted to take a picture at the top of the mountain... and of course had to stand with his back to a sheer cliff wall. Guess he isn't getting enough IED action :P (which I am VERY happy about!) Isn't he handsome? And he told me he was going to give a big smile, but the soldier who took the photo went a little early :P Still a cute one though!
That is all for now! I am hoping to get more photos soon!!
First up is an photo from on top of a mountain that Phil and his soldiers had to hike up to try and locate a little downed remote-controled airplane. You can see for miles! Isn't it amazing?
Next up, and my favorite of course, is a photo of Phil being a daredevil as usual :P He wanted to take a picture at the top of the mountain... and of course had to stand with his back to a sheer cliff wall. Guess he isn't getting enough IED action :P (which I am VERY happy about!) Isn't he handsome? And he told me he was going to give a big smile, but the soldier who took the photo went a little early :P Still a cute one though!
That is all for now! I am hoping to get more photos soon!!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Night Ops
So, I did something random tonight and hopefully a bit inspirational for at least once person.
Back story: I have recently watched Amelie and Happenstance, both with the leading actress being Audrey Tautou. Both movies were wonderful and inspirational! There was one scene in Happenstance that got me thinking though. It is the scene of the simple pebble toss and the monologue that the "Destiny Man" tells the pebble tosser. At the end he says,
"Listen to me, there's not a gesture, even the most insignificant, that can't change the world. That man there decided to lie to his mistress like he lied to his wife on the simple toss of a pebble. You see, every detail, every gesture, as slight as it may be reveals an infinity of truths and thus has an endless repercussion and grandiose effect. You only have to piss in the sea to make the ocean rise. Don't they say the beating of a butterfly's wings over the Atlantic can cause a hurricane in the Pacific? So feel free sometimes to do something stupid, random, and ludicrous. That stupid, random, and ludicrous act can upset the order of the world."
It got me to thinking if I could do anything so stupid, random, or ludicrous and I actually thought up an idea! I looked online for inspirational quotes and wrote on over 40 post-it notes the ones that I thought most people could relate to or get help from.
Then I folded them up, bundled up, hooked up Bella, and went out for a walk at 2am. As I walked around the streets I would slip a post-it note under random windshield wipers or stick them behind random mailbox flags. The full moon helped light my way as I walked around with Bella and placed my notes. Before I would place one, I would try and get a feeling on whether or not I should place one at that house or this house. Mainly I felt a lump in my gut of nervousness and giddiness. It was a rush at times to try and sneak up quietly to the cars and stick a little pearl of wisdom onto their windshield. Other times it was too easy to just place a post-it inside of an opened mailbox.
Then once the notes were all gone I turned towards home. I walked in thought for most of the way, trying to picture what most people would do with their note. I am assuming 90% will read it and throw it away, 5% will just crumple it up immediately and toss it, 2% may read it and look around to see who had left it before they throw it out, the other 2% will read it and contemplate it for a minute or two while the place it in a pocket or purse, and then there is that final 1%... I am hoping that the 1% will take their note, read it, contemplate it, and find it so perfect for that point in their lives right then that they will take it inside and place it some where they will always be able to see it. I am hoping that they will be touched that a random stranger was thinking of them and reaching out in their moment of need.
Just to be able to touch one persons life, isn't that what we all want??
Back story: I have recently watched Amelie and Happenstance, both with the leading actress being Audrey Tautou. Both movies were wonderful and inspirational! There was one scene in Happenstance that got me thinking though. It is the scene of the simple pebble toss and the monologue that the "Destiny Man" tells the pebble tosser. At the end he says,
It got me to thinking if I could do anything so stupid, random, or ludicrous and I actually thought up an idea! I looked online for inspirational quotes and wrote on over 40 post-it notes the ones that I thought most people could relate to or get help from.
Then I folded them up, bundled up, hooked up Bella, and went out for a walk at 2am. As I walked around the streets I would slip a post-it note under random windshield wipers or stick them behind random mailbox flags. The full moon helped light my way as I walked around with Bella and placed my notes. Before I would place one, I would try and get a feeling on whether or not I should place one at that house or this house. Mainly I felt a lump in my gut of nervousness and giddiness. It was a rush at times to try and sneak up quietly to the cars and stick a little pearl of wisdom onto their windshield. Other times it was too easy to just place a post-it inside of an opened mailbox.
Then once the notes were all gone I turned towards home. I walked in thought for most of the way, trying to picture what most people would do with their note. I am assuming 90% will read it and throw it away, 5% will just crumple it up immediately and toss it, 2% may read it and look around to see who had left it before they throw it out, the other 2% will read it and contemplate it for a minute or two while the place it in a pocket or purse, and then there is that final 1%... I am hoping that the 1% will take their note, read it, contemplate it, and find it so perfect for that point in their lives right then that they will take it inside and place it some where they will always be able to see it. I am hoping that they will be touched that a random stranger was thinking of them and reaching out in their moment of need.
Just to be able to touch one persons life, isn't that what we all want??
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
1,000 Words
Who was the first to say, "A picture is worth 1,000 words,"? Did they ever think it could be worth more than that?? And cashed out in smiles?? That is how I feel every time Phil sends me pictures from AF! I just simply melt and for a split second I feel like I am standing right next to him in that single instant before the camera flashes and freezes the moment...
...Then the spell breaks and I am back in my living room in TN, looking at a picture on a computer screen. And Phil is on the other end of that computer screen, sitting in his little plywood room in AF. Thousands of miles away...
But for that brief moment I am happy beyond belief! And every time I look at the photos I get happy all over again! So here are some brand new pictures that Phil sent my way that I would like to share with you all :) (You can click on the images to makes them larger)
Here is Phil standing on the edge of Alexander the Great's farthest fortress... Or what is left of it that is :P ~sigh, so handsome!~
This is Phil's PSG re-uping at FOB Gardez :)
Phil wanted to show me what the Afgan's have set up for a Wal-Mart... But hey! They also have RadioShack and Target! Looks like they might even have a Home Depot over there!
Anyone want to take a guess what kind of fur this is?? Phil told me that is was really nice and soft. He was tempted to buy one before he found out what it was made of..... It is cat fur.... Lots of cats :(
Hahaha! This is the famous "Afro" camel and his little baby camels :) Aren't the babies so cute?? Phil told me that while on a mission he watched a man drive some camels and one had a baby in tow. Not really "in tow," more like carry it, hehe. The baby camel was too small to keep up with the adults, so the man had placed the baby camel on the back of it's mom. So cute! Unfortunately Phil was not quick enough with the camera to get that picture :P
This is a sunset at a random hillside. Phil took this while he was thinking of me.... Makes me miss him even more. I love you Husband!! And I miss you terribly!!
I hope you all enjoyed these wonderful photos! :D Hopefully there will be more very soon in the future.
...Then the spell breaks and I am back in my living room in TN, looking at a picture on a computer screen. And Phil is on the other end of that computer screen, sitting in his little plywood room in AF. Thousands of miles away...
But for that brief moment I am happy beyond belief! And every time I look at the photos I get happy all over again! So here are some brand new pictures that Phil sent my way that I would like to share with you all :) (You can click on the images to makes them larger)
Here is Phil standing on the edge of Alexander the Great's farthest fortress... Or what is left of it that is :P ~sigh, so handsome!~
This is Phil's PSG re-uping at FOB Gardez :)
Phil wanted to show me what the Afgan's have set up for a Wal-Mart... But hey! They also have RadioShack and Target! Looks like they might even have a Home Depot over there!
Anyone want to take a guess what kind of fur this is?? Phil told me that is was really nice and soft. He was tempted to buy one before he found out what it was made of..... It is cat fur.... Lots of cats :(
Hahaha! This is the famous "Afro" camel and his little baby camels :) Aren't the babies so cute?? Phil told me that while on a mission he watched a man drive some camels and one had a baby in tow. Not really "in tow," more like carry it, hehe. The baby camel was too small to keep up with the adults, so the man had placed the baby camel on the back of it's mom. So cute! Unfortunately Phil was not quick enough with the camera to get that picture :P
This is a sunset at a random hillside. Phil took this while he was thinking of me.... Makes me miss him even more. I love you Husband!! And I miss you terribly!!
I hope you all enjoyed these wonderful photos! :D Hopefully there will be more very soon in the future.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Evan Casebere
Hello to my two followers ;)
So, it was Sally's birthday party last night and we all went out to a little bar in Nashville that she loves. While there we meet a lot of people and there was a large family that was celebrating the marathon being over. We chatted with them while listening to a gentleman sing. Some started dancing. And one of the gentlemen asked the singer if he could borrow his guitar and mic for a bit and play a song that he had written a while back.
This aspiring singer/song writer was, I think anyway, amazing! He played the guitar very well and had a wonderful singing voice. The song itself is very sweet and beautiful :) I grabbed our friend Amy's camera and recorded it for him. Figured he could use it for promotional items or something. It is very funny right around a minute in when his Aunt-in-law, I believe, comes up to "tip" him! Hahaha!
So please enjoy the video and song! Also, he told me that this event actually happened, so even more special!
"Birthday Fool"
P.S. Evan is trying to come up with a title for the song as well. The one I put is what I think it should be called. Please post a comment with your thoughts and I will pass them along :)
So, it was Sally's birthday party last night and we all went out to a little bar in Nashville that she loves. While there we meet a lot of people and there was a large family that was celebrating the marathon being over. We chatted with them while listening to a gentleman sing. Some started dancing. And one of the gentlemen asked the singer if he could borrow his guitar and mic for a bit and play a song that he had written a while back.
This aspiring singer/song writer was, I think anyway, amazing! He played the guitar very well and had a wonderful singing voice. The song itself is very sweet and beautiful :) I grabbed our friend Amy's camera and recorded it for him. Figured he could use it for promotional items or something. It is very funny right around a minute in when his Aunt-in-law, I believe, comes up to "tip" him! Hahaha!
So please enjoy the video and song! Also, he told me that this event actually happened, so even more special!
"Birthday Fool"
P.S. Evan is trying to come up with a title for the song as well. The one I put is what I think it should be called. Please post a comment with your thoughts and I will pass them along :)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Truly..?
Is it true that prejudice still exist in this world..?
I worked Friday night and man was it every busy! I actually walked about with over 80 dollars in tips!! That hasn't happened in..... Forever! Since last year to be exact when I had to stay till 0100 to finish closing up the store... Even though we did close at 2000 that night. Walked away with around 100 bucks that night :)
Anyway - Back to my topic - So Friday night was busy, had a lot of tables, at least 4 at a time if not more. A white couple walked in - rednecks to be exact - and sat down at a two seater that was on the left side of the cafe. They were happily facing each other for the first half of their meal, just sitting and enjoying their sweet teas and salads waiting for their main course to get finished cooking.
Then a black family walked in to the cafe. They had six people total so I sat them on the right side of the cafe at one of our bigger tables, it was enough to fit them and the little baby girl they had with them - she was so precious! I took their drink order and headed over to the drink station to fill it. As I walked past the white couple, I noticed them eyeing the family that had just walked in and then they quickly whispered to each other. I tried to think nothing of it and just went about getting the families drinks... But as I was walking back over I watched as the white man took his chair and deliberately placed it so that his back was to the black family and the woman shifted so that her back was to the family as well.
Now, I may be over-analyzing this situation... But to me it looks like the couple was trying to shun the family. I just can't seem to understand how there is still prejudice in the world now. I guess growing up in California has lead to me believing that everyone is created equal no matter what gender, size, color, wealth, etc. Is the South truly that different? To me it is a foreign world in so many ways - this incident being a major one.
I worked Friday night and man was it every busy! I actually walked about with over 80 dollars in tips!! That hasn't happened in..... Forever! Since last year to be exact when I had to stay till 0100 to finish closing up the store... Even though we did close at 2000 that night. Walked away with around 100 bucks that night :)
Anyway - Back to my topic - So Friday night was busy, had a lot of tables, at least 4 at a time if not more. A white couple walked in - rednecks to be exact - and sat down at a two seater that was on the left side of the cafe. They were happily facing each other for the first half of their meal, just sitting and enjoying their sweet teas and salads waiting for their main course to get finished cooking.
Then a black family walked in to the cafe. They had six people total so I sat them on the right side of the cafe at one of our bigger tables, it was enough to fit them and the little baby girl they had with them - she was so precious! I took their drink order and headed over to the drink station to fill it. As I walked past the white couple, I noticed them eyeing the family that had just walked in and then they quickly whispered to each other. I tried to think nothing of it and just went about getting the families drinks... But as I was walking back over I watched as the white man took his chair and deliberately placed it so that his back was to the black family and the woman shifted so that her back was to the family as well.
Now, I may be over-analyzing this situation... But to me it looks like the couple was trying to shun the family. I just can't seem to understand how there is still prejudice in the world now. I guess growing up in California has lead to me believing that everyone is created equal no matter what gender, size, color, wealth, etc. Is the South truly that different? To me it is a foreign world in so many ways - this incident being a major one.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Here's to a start!
Hello all!
So, I have been trying to find the perfect website to host a page that would be dedicated to my life as an Army wife... But alas, nothing good has come up that I feel that I can handle. My friend Taryn sent me a link to her blog on this site a couple days ago and I have to say that I do like the way hers looks. It has led me to sign up and start this blog at 3am on a Thursday night.
My blog is going to be called "A Pair of White Rainbows." It is thus called because on the day that I got to walk down the aisle and marry the man of my dreams, i.e. Philip, I also got to wear a pair of brand new white rainbow sandals as a nod to my roots back in Southern California. Since then, I have been wearing those sandals as much as I possibly can... Of course I could not wear them too often as we did have several months of temperatures that did not reach above 15 degrees Fahrenheit. But now that the sun is shining almost everyday and I also have pulled them out of a packed box, I am wearing them as much as possible. Those sandals are going to be able to tell a life story! I am looking forward to it!
So here is to being able to make this blog a success.
Here is to being an Army wife.
Here is to walking in a pair of white rainbows.
So, I have been trying to find the perfect website to host a page that would be dedicated to my life as an Army wife... But alas, nothing good has come up that I feel that I can handle. My friend Taryn sent me a link to her blog on this site a couple days ago and I have to say that I do like the way hers looks. It has led me to sign up and start this blog at 3am on a Thursday night.
My blog is going to be called "A Pair of White Rainbows." It is thus called because on the day that I got to walk down the aisle and marry the man of my dreams, i.e. Philip, I also got to wear a pair of brand new white rainbow sandals as a nod to my roots back in Southern California. Since then, I have been wearing those sandals as much as I possibly can... Of course I could not wear them too often as we did have several months of temperatures that did not reach above 15 degrees Fahrenheit. But now that the sun is shining almost everyday and I also have pulled them out of a packed box, I am wearing them as much as possible. Those sandals are going to be able to tell a life story! I am looking forward to it!
So here is to being able to make this blog a success.
Here is to being an Army wife.
Here is to walking in a pair of white rainbows.
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