I am pretty sure that I will be the only person interested in what I have to say... I guess I am truly jealous of anyone that has their 15 minutes of fame (read: reality television shows), but I cannot be edited by big corporations to fit their story lines. I would say or sell their products, but maybe I can get a sponsor.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Telecaster Pieces and Never Enough Time
No matter how I prioritize, there never seems to be enough time. My telecaster is still in pieces and it may as well be March. Work tasks keep me busy and just when I think I have it all under control, something else appears for me to take care of. We'll have another busy week again. I have been taking care of things yesterday and today. I am taking the rest of the day off, unless my creative bug bites me. I need to do my organizational lists each day or else it just doesn't work out.
And most importantly, we have a big occasion to mark within the next two weeks here at our house. What should we do to celebrate five?
Well Friends, we paid another visit to the Rockford Ice Hogs... Here are the highlights. As we were waiting in line, some guy in a Blackhawks jersey started giving Dan the business about the Red Wings. The guy's friend was cool though. Dan quieted him down a little bit when he reminded Mr. Chicago that the Wings had won 10 Stanley Cups. I happened to be wearing my Habs jersey, but I didn't want to agitate the guy further by reminding him of 25 Stanley Cups that the Canadiens had won. Hmm, compared with what 2 Stanley Cups the Hawks have won? Spare me.
At any rate, it was then that we learned that the Ice Hogs were playing the Missouri River Otters, now the home of Mr. Jackman of the locked out NHL's St. Louis Blues. It was so cool to watch him from six rows up... he was schooling the UHL guys. At any rate, here's the disappointing thing, I wasn't wearing my Blues jersey. Silly Rabbit! That just shows me.
The other interesting thing that happened was the power went out about half way through the second intermission... the guy behind us said at least the generator came on this time. We waited, no bull horn, no word, no nothing. So we left.
Today I bought six books for the 9 and under set. I really like being an aunt. I get to be the cool one... at least I tell myself that. I remember being little and thinking my aunts and uncles were the coolest! They were like Mom and Dad but they let you do stuff and eat garbage. I always felt cool when I got to hang out with them without my parents. I want to do that for my nieces and nephews. I want them to know just how special they are to me. I love them so much and I need for them to know that. I've also got a few other pals who mean a great deal to me too. What I love about getting to know them is that they are certainly an extension of their mothers and seeing my friends in that role. I also really enjoy being a part of their lives and watching them grow and become little people with their own personalities. Plus, I can over indulge them all! It's great to be the cool aunt.
I have a good deal of work to do, so I am still awake and taking care of it. I feel a sense of obligation and at the same time a sense of accomplishment. Sometimes I am the tortoise, sometimes I am the hare... or even the grasshopper and the ant. How would any of those guys do if they had Mercury years instead of Earth years?
Well, I am now officially depressed. No NHL season at all... how about those Top Secret talks yesterday to "un-cancel" the season. Cripes! "Un-cancel" the season? What a ridiculous way to put it. In other news, we found a local store that actually sell hockey stuff, jerseys for $60.00 a piece. I was thisclose to buying the Minnesota Wild third jersey. Then I decided not to buy it. Why should I give those guys any more money? They aren't looking out for the best interest of the fans, so I am not going to spend $60.00 of my hard earned money on them. Instead I bought a stuffed monkey that makes monkey sounds for my pal Addison. Go Admirals.
Sorry it has been awhile since we've spent any time together, Friends. I was out of town on a business trip. It was interesting and I was able to hone my skills, but there is nothing like being at home. Tonight we are off to Paul's rock show and then lunch on Sunday with my pals. I am also looking to plan something of a vacation or trip with Dan, it doesn't have to be to a place that is far or even warm (but both are certainly bonuses). We need to do that. This is an exciting yet laborious time and I want to have that much fun too. It needs to be a balanced budget, Friend... and that only means what you spend equals what you make. Like the Red Rocker says, you gotta give to live. For now, I think I will enjoy my own couch.
Sometimes I read the blogs of other people and I read about how they lived in Spain for a bit, or how they are travelling around the world or whatever crazy things that they are up to and I think to myself, I must be pretty boring.
Then I think about the things that I have done, the places I have been and most importantly, the people that I know. It isn't a measure of frequent flyer miles friends, it's a measure of people, that's what counts. How many lives do you touch? True friendships, family relationships. That's where it's at, not someplace half a world away. With that in mind, I know I need to do a better job of being in touch. Another thing I resolve to do.
Well Friends, I am. So there. I can be as dumb or dumber than anyone else in the world. I am two or three times a dope today. Did you ever think you were saying something brilliant and then an hour later realize it was about the dumbest thing ever? Or how about three weeks later? I shouldn't dwell on it, but that isn't my personality. I am a dweller and a worrier. Poor, poor pitiful me.
I have had odd round about connections with the media this week. It's an odd thing. If anyone happened to see an interesting story on Fox 6 News Milwaukee last night, drop a comment here. If you know me and you watched the Fox 6 news, you will know why I am interested. Other than that, it is Ash Wednesday and the start of Lent. I have chosen to go without soda and chocolate for the next 40 days. That's what I have publicly resolved to do. However, it isn't what is public, rather what is private that is of greatest import. Still no hockey, who cares? Next time I need a wet blanket, I'll be sure to call the NHL. What a disappointment -- the greatest game and not a puck in sight.
Well Friends, we've got an illness in our house. High fever and just no good in general. I had a great conversation with two of my nephews on the telephone tonight. I just love how they have developed their personalities. The girls are wonderful too. I am thrilled to watch them grow. I am fortunate to know many wonderful children. I only wish that I could spend more time with them. That's why it is important to make those moments count!
This year's Super Bowl was so stupid. Idiots! Napoleon Dynamite -- flippin' sweet! I wish I had skills. I pretty much have a new favorite movie. If you haven't figured it out already, it's Napoleon Dynamite, GOSH! The commercials in the Super Bowl weren't even worth $2.5 million. I can make that kind of money in like five seconds.
Mostly the main reason Napoleon Dynamite is sweet is because the good guys win. Dang! Today's Super Bowl was pretty much the stupidest Super Bowl ever.
However you want to call it, I would like to get there soon. It isn't my home, but it feels like home. Like Grandpa Jones once sang, "Eight more miles to Louisville, the hometown of my Heart."
It is a place that has a bit of history for me to it. I have so many wonderful memories that come from there. It is a place that I like to go to so that I can forget, so that I can relax, so that I can feel a certain feeling that I don't feel anywhere else. It is a great place to be.
Soon? I am not sure. In the near future? It is almost certain.
Ever been in a situation where you know conditions are not going to be optimum for you, yet you know you just have to chew the gristle? Not cool, Grandma. I also happen to be breaking out like a 17 year old... I take care of my face, what's the deal? I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there is gum in my hair. At bedtime I had to wear my railroad pajamas. I hate my railroad pajamas.
We went to Chili's for dinner, got some loot for some kids and other people. That's always fun to do.
An NHL team owner reports to ESPN the Magazine that the season will be cancelled as soon as Friday. Well thank you very much to the leading authority on the NHL... a bi-weekly magazine and an owner. What have we been talking about for weeks, my Friend? What a bunch of maroons! Thanks for sucking the life out of pro hockey in the US.
Even when I am unsettled, I find relief in the fact that I know myself. It's taken me 32 years to get there, but I am just learning now. I know that the people in my life are what makes the difference. It isn't where I live, or where I work or anything like that. It's the people who are where I live, it is the people who I work with, the people who I count as friends and family that make the difference. I have always been a sentimental sort, but lately I am so sappy I give myself a toothache. Of course, much of this is held inward, I probably don't do a very good job of telling people how much they mean to me. There's little ways to do it, and often times, that's what means the most.
