I just had to share this video. Those web people out there will enjoy. HOLLA! :-)
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Warm fuzzies and spicy crawfish
Woo-hoo for holiday weekends, and an extra high-five for Fridays off in the summer (although the long Monday thru Thursdays stink).
With a four day weekend, I made the trek back home to Louisiana to see my parents and sister. And her fiance. What struck me immediately upon exiting the Baton Rouge airport was the heat. And humidity. And the sweater I wore.
My mom likes it when I dress nicely, fix my hair and put on a little make-up. I did these things early Friday morning before I left for DFW just for her. My outfit looked nice, and was all well-and-good for the car and subsequent plane ride (I usually freeze on the plane), but not the walk to the car in BR. When she saw me, she commented on my outfit and its inevitable fortune of being removed from my body due to its uncomfortable nature. I told her I suffered for her and that the rest of the weekend would be spent in my comfies: pj pants and a t-shirt. :-)
Saturday was great! We had a crawfish boil--my favorite! It was a good time and a great visit with my sister. We kidded around like when we were younger.
It felt different though, as she no longer lives at home with the folks. I was able to spend a lot of time with mom and dad (all to myself). So we made the most of it and vegged out, watched movies and talked. We 'member 'niced. ("reminisced" for those outside the fam).
So here's a toast (as I raise my can of Dr. Pepper) to pj pants, tshirts, blue fuzzy slippers, yummy crawfish, and family.
With a four day weekend, I made the trek back home to Louisiana to see my parents and sister. And her fiance. What struck me immediately upon exiting the Baton Rouge airport was the heat. And humidity. And the sweater I wore.
My mom likes it when I dress nicely, fix my hair and put on a little make-up. I did these things early Friday morning before I left for DFW just for her. My outfit looked nice, and was all well-and-good for the car and subsequent plane ride (I usually freeze on the plane), but not the walk to the car in BR. When she saw me, she commented on my outfit and its inevitable fortune of being removed from my body due to its uncomfortable nature. I told her I suffered for her and that the rest of the weekend would be spent in my comfies: pj pants and a t-shirt. :-)
Saturday was great! We had a crawfish boil--my favorite! It was a good time and a great visit with my sister. We kidded around like when we were younger.
It felt different though, as she no longer lives at home with the folks. I was able to spend a lot of time with mom and dad (all to myself). So we made the most of it and vegged out, watched movies and talked. We 'member 'niced. ("reminisced" for those outside the fam).
So here's a toast (as I raise my can of Dr. Pepper) to pj pants, tshirts, blue fuzzy slippers, yummy crawfish, and family.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Forgiveness, Friendship & Fatigue
It's amazing to me how many things we push to the back of our minds. What's even more notable is that these things can weigh us down. Without understanding why, we may go through our days with the uneasy feeling that we're carrying a backpack full of undetermined contents--weighing about 150 pounds.
I thought that my pushing my anger to the back recesses of my "medulla oblongata" (don't know what part of the brain that actually is, I just remember it from The Waterboy) and pretending the receiver of my anger did not exist would make everything ok. And thusly I have lived the past few months of my life. Although now that I pause to think, I bet I've done this before with other things...hmm...food for thought that I'll save for after dinner tonight. I wonder how much those items weigh?
Cutting to the chase, communication was once lost was re-established between me and one of my close friends. The minute I heard back I felt as though the 150 pounds were instantly lifted off of my shoulders. Things may not be the way they once were, but the weight is gone.
I now think it was by no accident I felt the weight there. I thought my friend had forgotten me. And while I may have pushed this dear friend of years out of my conscious thought, he found his way to the imaginary backpack I carry everywhere I go. All 150 pounds of him.
The whole experience has given me reason to think about things in a new way. I wonder how my actions (or non-actions) are affecting those whom I love. Does anything I do affect my family, my friends? If so, is it a positive way? I'll be thinking about this rather diligently for awhile.
I thought that my pushing my anger to the back recesses of my "medulla oblongata" (don't know what part of the brain that actually is, I just remember it from The Waterboy) and pretending the receiver of my anger did not exist would make everything ok. And thusly I have lived the past few months of my life. Although now that I pause to think, I bet I've done this before with other things...hmm...food for thought that I'll save for after dinner tonight. I wonder how much those items weigh?
Cutting to the chase, communication was once lost was re-established between me and one of my close friends. The minute I heard back I felt as though the 150 pounds were instantly lifted off of my shoulders. Things may not be the way they once were, but the weight is gone.
I now think it was by no accident I felt the weight there. I thought my friend had forgotten me. And while I may have pushed this dear friend of years out of my conscious thought, he found his way to the imaginary backpack I carry everywhere I go. All 150 pounds of him.
The whole experience has given me reason to think about things in a new way. I wonder how my actions (or non-actions) are affecting those whom I love. Does anything I do affect my family, my friends? If so, is it a positive way? I'll be thinking about this rather diligently for awhile.
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