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I think I can understand what people with Tourette’s syndrome go through after today. I don’t know if it is the medicine that I’m on, but it is giving me the urge to move. This isn’t a play on words like “I have a fever and the only cure is MORE COWBELL,” or “I have the urge to move….move my feet to that funky ghetto beat.” I mean that I can’t sit still. This is how I feel this very second.
Work has been so busy that there has been no time for gallivanting online, using the restroom, taking a lunch, or more importantly getting on myspace.com. So in view of this, the post you are about to read will be a reflection of the work load.
There is this guy I know. We work together @ the University. His name…well, we’ll call him Buck.
So we were chatting briefly between running reports, filing, processing loans, and getting coffee.
If either of us had a band what are some names we could name it. I mean, sure you could call it “your first and last name” band (i.e. The Dave Matthew Band or The Robbie Seay Band). Yeah, because that is creative. But what if you wanted to step away from mainstream. My thought? You could use the names of soap operas or other TV shows and fit your name in somewhere…
For example:
One Buck to Live
As the Buck Turns
General Buck
The Buck and the Restless (or just for fun The Buck and the Restofus)
Buck of our Lives
Or other TV shows that don’t really air much anymore
Melrose Buck
Buck P.I.
The Buck Team
The Incredible Buck
Buck’s Company
Buck’s Angels
N.Y.P.D. Buck
You try it with your name.
Well, you get the idea. I thought it was blog-worthy. Maybe not.
Up until now I have been a subscriber to Napster. It has been wonderful so far…well, except for not being able to burn CDs for some reason. Probably because I have Windows MediaPlayer on my computer along with the Napster download. That’s what “the Nap” is saying.
Well here is the deal! I have been trying to access my music for the passed few days and download more tunes from the internet since I have the $15/month all you can download but you can’t own it deal. I CAN’T LOG ON!!! Everytime I hit that little devil head (a.k.a. “the Nap”) in my tray I get the music box and a blank sign-in window. Nothing ever comes in the window. It is just the normal charcoal gray outline and a stark white interior.
So here is the crappy part of it. I have bought 3 CDs of music, but I can’t burn the music to CD. So I lose that money. Sure it’s only $25+ but it is the fact that I can’t burn them when I own them.
I believe that tomorrow I will begin the search for a new music service where I can enjoy my favorite tunes for next to nothing.
So long Napster. You will be missed.
Sorry to steal this away for the good Citizen. It’s only once.
What I hate today: death
What I love today: a great teaching from my pastor
There are things that have been going through my brain this weekend. I grabbed a quick glance of the news on Sunday a.m. As the news mentions, Tammy Faye Messner (formerly Bakker) has passed away due to inoperable cancer. My heart sank for a moment despite the sin that sank PTL, the empire built by the Bakker family. She was for some, an icon, and yet still for some a source of unending jokes about make-up and weeping a mascara flood. Regardless of the scandal and personal and political problems she maintained that her faith in God and that upon her death God would “take her straight to Heaven.” While saddened, I had a moment of silence and continued preparing for Sunday morning service.
Upon arriving at work today, I am informed that our payroll manager suddenly and unexpectedly passed away on Sunday. While I didn’t know her, I was saddened by the fact that she died alone. She had never married and had no children. Within 15 minutes of the announcement, my boss received a phone call that her husband’s aunt passed during the night.
I know that it doesn’t usually sit well when you tell someone that “Well, God is in control” or “at least they are suffering.” I know it didn’t when our second child died. But after Pastor Andy’s teaching on God’s Sovreignty, I am finding that it is comforting. I know that after I left church on Sunday that I really thought about our baby that died. And came to a realization of peace over the whole situation. I mean, I still miss my baby, but I know that God was in control of the whole situation. He numbered our days before time began, well before we were “knit together in [our] mothers’ wombs.” He knew that Tammy Faye and my coworker would die this weekend. He knew that their families would grieve. He knows that only he can heal the wounds.
I thank God that one of His characteristics is of the comforter.
Father, may You come and comfort those with heavy hearts. God fill the void in the family’s lives with You and your purpose for them. Amen.
Just a quick snippet.
The Lovelady choir that I have been working with finally performed for the first time tonight. So how did it go? Pretty good. There was a weak spot that we had worked on during Thursday’s practice that they forgot all about but other than that it was pretty good.
It was a nice boost for their confidence. Sure they were singing for the Lovelady Center and the crowd was excited about seeing some of their own participating in the leading. They will sing in the coming weeks for crowds that are a little less…uhm…responsive, you could say.
It was a good time. They got done and they were smiling and you could tell that for some of them, the whole God thing has come full circle. That what they have wanted to do for a long time, some for their whole life, they are getting to do for the God that they worship. It is refreshing for me.
So as usual…I’ll let you know how they are doing. But for now, I must get moving.
I can’t figure out what is going on with today!
The morning passed so crappin‘ fast. I clocked in, turned my computer on, replied to an e-mail and then it was time for lunch. I got back from lunch and thought…rock on, it’s still flyin‘. Then one o’clock hit.
What happened at one o’clock? Nothing. Nothing happened. Nothing was going on at one o’clock. The past three hours have been excruciating. I have checked my e-mail for work and personal e-mail. I’ve checked all 7 people’s blog to see if they’ve posted today. (Only one has today. Thanks, sis. I know I can count on you.) I briefly checked the myspace.
I have nothing to do today. All of the stuff that was supposed to happen today didn’t.
I really don’t like days like today. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that I have a job. I just which my busyness was more consistant.
Lovely and I were house-sitting for a couple for a few days last week. It gave us a little break from the norm which was a little breath of fresh air. It was quiet and spacious…two things not ample these days. So we were laying down to sleep early Friday morning when Lovely said that she heard something clawing at the wall. I told her that it couldn’t hurt us…I’m sure it’s nothing. Then I waited…it sounded like a big something. So I grab a flashlight and look under a bureau/chest of drawers. I look behind it. Nothing so far. Lovely says, “Well, I know I’m not going crazy!?!” I wait… The noise comes about again. I pinpoint it to a tile-covered vase sitting on top of the bureau/chest. Lovely flips out since there is no top. I thoughtfully grabbed a book and covered the top. We gentle slide downstairs to the back porch. I walk over to the side rail and release the beast.
So what was it? A hummingbird.
Evidentally it had flown in and landed in the vase. There wasn’t enough room for the hummy to spread it’s wings to fly so it was stuck.
I’m sure that hummy is doing fine today. I simply turned the vase over outside and it slid a little and then flew out of there.
Oh, the times we shared. (tear)
Bye, hummy.
Over the weekend I was… Well, I wasn’t really asked. I was, more or less, informed that I was playing a gig in Gadsden. Relax, it was not a high pressure situation. And it isn’t playing in a place that I hate or anything. It is a small place with a pretty good amount of natural reverb and typically a good crowd. By brother and sis-in-law told about a deal they have going on in Gadsden. It is a take off of VH1 storytellers concert series they did back in the day. It is on the first Friday night of each month. They set up about 2-3 local artists and give them a spot for about 2-3 songs. The artist gets to describe the song and give the “story” (you guessed it) behind the song.
When they mentioned it I was all excited. Then they said something to the affect of “we already told so-and-so that you should do the show.” “Well, it’s just that you are a great musician.”
A while back they did a similar thing called Fellowship of the String which was awesome in itself. We would sit in a huge circle of guitar players and friends and family and play songs either that we had written or songs that meant a lot to us that someone else wrote. After a season, the FOTS disintegrated.
I do hope that the Storytellers fridays will be a flaming success. I have been looking for a venue that is low-key and real. I’m just waiting to find out if I am telling my stories in September or October.
I’ll keep you posted.
Let me set the scene for you. It was a drizzly Sunday afternoon. All of the family was gathered together watching the idiot box. Then, one by one, everyone seemed to clear out of the room. Gruff-to the store, Lovely-to get our groceries sans little Bear. Nana was passed out on the couch due to the post-surgery meds. So it is really just me and little bear. So we are playing and having a good time. She is laughing and cutting up and the same goes for me. We play “gimme five,” “copy-cat,” and “daddy, the human swing.” This is where our story goes awry.
So I’ve got little bear craddled in my arms like she is in a swing…her little honches in my hands and her back against my forearms. So I’m bent over swinging her between my legs. She was laughing and having a grand ole time. Until……. (enter dramatic orchestra hits….Brum Bhum Bhummmmmmm) my back popped and then cramped. I nearly dropped little bear. I took a knee and grumbled and grunted. I knew what had happened. A death-like heat burns my skin and through my lumbar region…then the pain hits. I quickly attempt to stand up and make it to the couch without dropping the baby. It works, but as I plopped down on the couch, the second crunch happens…and increases the pain.
So today, I look like a S man. My upper body is tilting to the right. I guess I should take advantage of my insurance and go to the chiroprator…or as Lovely says, “Crack-my-back-tor.”
Well, until next time…happy humpback to ya!!
What a monumental occasion!?! This only happens every…well, evidentally every 6 1/2 months. “So, anything planned for the 100th blog,” you ask? Nah. Just words strung together. Nothing huge. Nothing really special. Nothing nothing.
Thanks for those who read and STILL can’t comment. I appreciate your patience and diligence. It seems that good ol’ Blogger has forgotten about my 14 requests for help with this issue. No matter. I can still blog. That is the main goal, right? Right? Hey, are you still reading? Hey!?!?!? ……………………
Oh, there you are.
Yeah, so here I am. I’ve blabbed, complained, moaned, and groaned at least 100 times. Well, here is to another 100 blah-g entries!!!!
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