Archive for November, 2010

the rose

Treat yourself to this little version of Bette Midler’s The Rose for your viewing pleasure.


Wanna see something hilarious? This is what Brian’s little cousin posted on Facebook this week:

My Top ten Favorite songs of all Time
1. More than a Feeling – Boston
2. American Pie – Don Mclean
3. Don’t Stop Believing – Journey
4. Living on a Prayer – Bon Jovi
5. Don’t Wanna Miss a thing – Aerosmith
6. Drops of Jupiter – Train
7. Rosanna – Africa
8. Lady – Styx
9. Peace of Mind – Boston
10. I ran so Far Away – Flock of Seagulls

I admit I sing along with several of these if they’re on the radio, but this surely would never come close to any list of favorite songs I’d ever comprise, even if I were limited to cheesy and/or 70s/80s rock.

I promise I’m not trying to make fun, but I thought you’d like to expand your mental picture. This cousin is a boy, 15 or 16, has reddish brown hair, glasses, is about twice as skinny as me, super short, and plays the clarinet in Hoover’s marching band.

GOOD THING: Paranormal State marathon!
BAD THING: Choxie didn’t like the giant great dane puppy that tried to play rough with her at the dog park today.


Thanksgiving will be at my house again. I hope it’s fun! I know it will be delicious. I am going to be a professional turkey and dressing cook after 2 years in a row! I was going to go visit my family, but my cousin decided to have a baby shower the Sunday after Thanksgiving weekend. I thought this rare event was more important than Thanksgiving for this one year, so I’m waiting to go to the baby shower. I am not sure my mother or grandmother are completely happy with me not being there this Thanksgiving, but I am sticking to that reasoning because it’s the only thing that makes sense to me. I would say it’d be nice for both families to be closeby so choosing one or the other wouldn’t have to happen, but for the people I know who do have both families nearby, they still have issues and basically just have to go everywhere for every holiday.

Today has been medium-busy at work, but it’s on the slow side. I would love to leave since I’m not terribly busy because I need to go to the chiropractor. I could go after work, but it’s the one day out of every 2 months that I need to go to a UMW meeting on a Monday evening. Unless I don’t want to go home any time before 8:15, I have to skip the chiro unless I leave work early. (With it already being 3:30, that isn’t really possible.) I think I can hold out until Wednesday after work. If not, I could leave work in the morning and go during the day since they’re closed on Tuesday afternoons.

I hope tonight is fun! It’s the Special Mission Recognition Awards Dinner the UMW hosts every year. We will get to hear all about several people at Trinity who volunteer and give lots of their time to missions around the church and community. The awards are surprises! It’s always fun to see the recipient figure out the presenter is talking about them as they list services, missions, duties, etc. they have done. I know I was surely surprised when I got one a while back. I was so glad the person who presented and talked about me was Dave! I get to see several girls from church, too, so that is always fun.

GOOD THING: The fall colored leaves outside my work window is the source of jealousy for other coworkers who have no windows! (good for me, bad for them)
BAD THING: I have to go fix my crazy hair again before tonight thanks to the rainy weather.

1,000 words

What all do you think of when you see this picture? It says lots and lots, I think. You can click it to make it bigger.

Below is the caption from the site I took it from.

Here is a Georgia State Trooper in riot gear at a KKK protest in a north Georgia city back in the 80s. The Trooper is black. Standing in front of him and touching his shield is a curious little boy dressed in a Klan hood and robe. I have stared at this picture and wondered what must have been going through that Trooper’s mind. Before the Trooper is an innocent child who is being taught to hate him because of the color of his skin. The child doesn’t understand what he is being taught, and at this point he doesn’t seem to care. Like any other child his curiosity takes hold and he wants to explore this new thing that this man is holding probably because he can see his reflection in it and that’s a neat thing and he wants to check it out. In this picture I see innocence mixed with hate, the irony of a black man protecting the right of white people to assemble in protest against him, temperance in the face of ignorance, and hope that racism can be broken because this young boy may remember that a black man smiled at him once and he didn’t seem so bad after all.