That's a sign my beloved and I saw a lot of on our trip to Gulf Shores last week(except for the "y'all" part) . If you think B-town has bad traffic, go to the beaches of Alabama. Instead of 2 lanes and a suicide lane, they have 4 lanes and a suicide lane, and it moves slower than B-town it seems. Ack.
I have so much to tell, but may just have to put my beach stories in more than one post, as there is just too much to tell in one post. It was my first time to ever see the beach or any body of water larger than a lake. Yeah, yeah, technically it's the Gulf, but it's still ocean to me. So vast, so great, so overwhelming. I saw that water and sand stretching on for miles, and felt so small, so insignificant. There is so much creation that God made that I've not personally witnessed in my life. Thank goodness for the Discovery Channel, eh?
Anywho, I will get around to divulging the details of my adventure as I have time. Right now, I'm processing all of the details, savoring them, sorely missing the beach, the water, and my beloved. One thing I can tell you right now is that the rolls at the Lambert's here are MUCH better than the rolls at the Lambert's in Foley, AL. When the Okra Guy heard I was from Branson, he seemed awed that I hail from THE home of the throwed rolls. Heh. I told him my concern about their substandard rolls. He was going to pass along that information. Right.
More later, y'all.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Last Night's Concert
I had the pleasure of attending the John Tesh concert last night here in B-town. Some of you may not know this, but the concert was done to benefit the B-town Schools Social Work Office, which is where I play secretary during the school year. Each year, we have a Christmas Assistance Program that sponsors needy B-town school children who may not have a Christmas otherwise. All proceeds of the concert and merchandise sales were donated to our program by John Tesh. His ministry is really great, and it's so refreshing to see a celebrity lead a purpose-driven life.
I urge you to visit his website, Tesh.com when you have some time. It has wisdom for living, humor, good music, etc. You might find it interesting. Last night, I purchased 2 of his CDs (a.k.a. donated $40 to MY office, heh), and one of them is just worship music. I felt like I'd been to church last night, and that was great. He challenged all of us to find a ministry somehow, whether it be starting out small with, for example, visiting a nursing home or buying groceries for someone in need, or doing something on a larger scale, if we have the means, like producing a charity concert. Although my job solely pertains to assisting those in need, I could do more than just my 7:30 to 4, 42 weeks a year. I am blessed by helping people, and am a better person for it. It gets my focus away from self which can be very difficult for most people. In helping others, we are truly living, making it possible for them to lead better lives, and enriching our own lives in the process.
Free t-shirts were thrown into the audience last night anytime he mentioned Tesh.com. I caught the last one thrown! Woohoo! You can ask Kailey about her Snoop Teshy Tesh shirt she now has. Who knew that John Tesh was such a good beatboxer for a tall, white guy who used to host Entertainment Tonight? Heh.
I urge you to visit his website, Tesh.com when you have some time. It has wisdom for living, humor, good music, etc. You might find it interesting. Last night, I purchased 2 of his CDs (a.k.a. donated $40 to MY office, heh), and one of them is just worship music. I felt like I'd been to church last night, and that was great. He challenged all of us to find a ministry somehow, whether it be starting out small with, for example, visiting a nursing home or buying groceries for someone in need, or doing something on a larger scale, if we have the means, like producing a charity concert. Although my job solely pertains to assisting those in need, I could do more than just my 7:30 to 4, 42 weeks a year. I am blessed by helping people, and am a better person for it. It gets my focus away from self which can be very difficult for most people. In helping others, we are truly living, making it possible for them to lead better lives, and enriching our own lives in the process.
Free t-shirts were thrown into the audience last night anytime he mentioned Tesh.com. I caught the last one thrown! Woohoo! You can ask Kailey about her Snoop Teshy Tesh shirt she now has. Who knew that John Tesh was such a good beatboxer for a tall, white guy who used to host Entertainment Tonight? Heh.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I'm Free
For nearly a week now, I've been plagued by what seems to be a chink in my patriotism armor. I'm not sure if this is just a phase, or if my naivete toward the greatness of our country is being slowly chipped away by my observances.
Last week, I attended the Cardinals vs. the Royals at The K in Kansas City. During the National Anthem, Old Glory was waving in the gentle breeze. Up until that evening, that very moment, I had always felt a surge of pride hearing that song played as I gazed at our flag. That night, not so much. Instead, I found myself worried about our fine country, and wondering what our forefathers would think of it now if they could see it. I think, perhaps, they would feel much the same as I.
I realize people aren't perfect, and 50 states' worth of people will assuredly make an imperfect country. I am loyal to my country and I believe she will one day be as great as she was meant to be. For now, though, I feel things are a mess. Values are skewed (even mine aren't perfect), selfishness and materialism abound (of which I, too, am guilty), and there is a distinct lack of brotherhood and unity that was an integral part of our nation's early days. Most significantly lacking, in my opinion, is a healthy respect and fear of the Almighty, and the realization that our country wouldn't have ever been great without it being His will or without His blessing. I fear that we have taken that blessing for granted for so long that we're starting to bear the consequences. The Lord does give, and He takes away. Sometimes, if I squint my eyes enough, it seems that we're in a 7-year famine. Perhaps we'll one day have plenty again. Or, maybe I'm very mistaken and we're in plenty now, with the famine looming ahead. What if, besides our plenty dwindling away, our freedom also begins to ebb? What then?
So, how does our nation attain the greatness it once had? or hang onto its greatness? Must I leave it to the masses? Is it their responsibility? No. It's each individual's responsibility, mine included. How do I go about this? I figure I should still feel proud when I see the flag flying in the breeze and when I hear The Star-Spangled Banner, in spite of my country's flaws. Why? Because there are men and women fighting daily for our country and for its principles and beliefs. My freedom in this country is being paid for every day. I also have to remember that my loyalty must first be placed in the One who paid for my ultimate freedom and who, for whatever reason, saw fit that I should live in this land of plenty. This land where I'm free to worship and praise Him whenever and however I want. If the Son has set you free, then you are free indeed. And that can never be taken away.
Last week, I attended the Cardinals vs. the Royals at The K in Kansas City. During the National Anthem, Old Glory was waving in the gentle breeze. Up until that evening, that very moment, I had always felt a surge of pride hearing that song played as I gazed at our flag. That night, not so much. Instead, I found myself worried about our fine country, and wondering what our forefathers would think of it now if they could see it. I think, perhaps, they would feel much the same as I.
I realize people aren't perfect, and 50 states' worth of people will assuredly make an imperfect country. I am loyal to my country and I believe she will one day be as great as she was meant to be. For now, though, I feel things are a mess. Values are skewed (even mine aren't perfect), selfishness and materialism abound (of which I, too, am guilty), and there is a distinct lack of brotherhood and unity that was an integral part of our nation's early days. Most significantly lacking, in my opinion, is a healthy respect and fear of the Almighty, and the realization that our country wouldn't have ever been great without it being His will or without His blessing. I fear that we have taken that blessing for granted for so long that we're starting to bear the consequences. The Lord does give, and He takes away. Sometimes, if I squint my eyes enough, it seems that we're in a 7-year famine. Perhaps we'll one day have plenty again. Or, maybe I'm very mistaken and we're in plenty now, with the famine looming ahead. What if, besides our plenty dwindling away, our freedom also begins to ebb? What then?
So, how does our nation attain the greatness it once had? or hang onto its greatness? Must I leave it to the masses? Is it their responsibility? No. It's each individual's responsibility, mine included. How do I go about this? I figure I should still feel proud when I see the flag flying in the breeze and when I hear The Star-Spangled Banner, in spite of my country's flaws. Why? Because there are men and women fighting daily for our country and for its principles and beliefs. My freedom in this country is being paid for every day. I also have to remember that my loyalty must first be placed in the One who paid for my ultimate freedom and who, for whatever reason, saw fit that I should live in this land of plenty. This land where I'm free to worship and praise Him whenever and however I want. If the Son has set you free, then you are free indeed. And that can never be taken away.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Fire and Rain
There was no fire or rain at Starlight Theater in Kansas City Monday night, unless you count the song "Fire and Rain" that James Taylor sang for a sold out concert, which my beloved and I got to see. It was one of the most perfect evenings on record for me. Perfect temperature, perfect clear sky with a half-full moon directly above us, perfect park setting, and (especially) perfect company. We also had pretty near-perfect barbecue for dinner at Jack's Stack on The Plaza before the concert. Really, people, next time you're in KC, you have to eat at Jack's Stack.I have to say, James Taylor is an excellent performer and singer/songwriter. His voice just gets better and smoother the older he gets. Oh, to write and sing songs like that! To play the guitar like that! (I'm working on the guitar thing). The most unbelievable part of the night was when I was telling my 25-year-old nephew what concert my beloved and I would be attending that evening.
"James Taylor? Who's that?" he said.
"Are you kidding? You don't know who James Taylor is?"
"Nope. Sorry."
"You've Got a Friend? Everyday? Sweet Baby James? Carolina? Up on the Roof?"
"Not ringing any bells. Sorry."
"Okay, so did you see Dumb and Dumber?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Well, remember that part where they're singing that "Mockingbird" song?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, James Taylor did that song with Carly Simon."
"Who's Carly Simon?"
My beloved and I left for the concert at that point, before a migraine tried to set up camp behind my eyes. Heh. I'll YouTube some James Taylor stuff to my nephew. He DOES know what YouTube is, of that I'm certain.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Curses! Tagged Again!
I can't resist these memes. Thank you, Alana! One word answers only. If you read this, consider yourself tagged.
1. Where is your cell phone? Knee
2. Your significant other? Ballgame
3. Your hair? Curly
4. Your mother? Resting
5. Your father? Steadfast
6. Your favorite thing? Food
7. Your dream last night? Soporific
8. Your favorite drink? Margarita
9. Your dream/goal? Healthier
10. The room you’re in? Bed
11. Your hobby? Needlework
12. Your fear? Betrayal
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? North
14. Where were you last night? Landing
15. What you’re not? Perfect
16. Muffins? Maybe
17. The last thing you did? Store
18. What are you wearing? Nightie
19. Something you’re not wearing? Tattoo
20. Your mood? Lonely
21. Your summer? Here!
22. Person you tag? You!
1. Where is your cell phone? Knee
2. Your significant other? Ballgame
3. Your hair? Curly
4. Your mother? Resting
5. Your father? Steadfast
6. Your favorite thing? Food
7. Your dream last night? Soporific
8. Your favorite drink? Margarita
9. Your dream/goal? Healthier
10. The room you’re in? Bed
11. Your hobby? Needlework
12. Your fear? Betrayal
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? North
14. Where were you last night? Landing
15. What you’re not? Perfect
16. Muffins? Maybe
17. The last thing you did? Store
18. What are you wearing? Nightie
19. Something you’re not wearing? Tattoo
20. Your mood? Lonely
21. Your summer? Here!
22. Person you tag? You!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Random Thoughts of the '80s
How could anyone with good fashion sense think that shoulder pads that big actually looked good?
And here I thought Andrew Ridgely was the member of Wham! who preferred the fellas. Who knew?
I much prefer Star Trek: The Next Generation (or as I lovingly refer to it "The Bald Generation) to the original Star Trek.
You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life.
What WOULD we do, baby, without us?
If I eat enough Jell-O Pudding Pops, will I dance like Bill Cosby?
Where's the beef?
It's time to make the doughnuts.
Love, exciting and new. Come aboard, they're expecting you. (Now there are some careers from that show that really went down the tubes).
I'm not quite sure what fantasy I would have Mr. Rourke grant me on Fantasy Island.
You might as well face it, you're addicted to love. (I got that Robert Palmer album on CASSETTE TAPE for my 18th birthday from my friend, Mary).
Michael Jackson was still (relatively) normal and still looked like himself (mostly) after his (probably) first rhinoplasty. I guess. I think. Maybe. Hee! Heeeee! Shamone!!!
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train goin' anywhere.
Everybody cut loose, foot loose!
My fella, Ron, just told me in an e-mail that he would put on his skinny tie and read my blog when I'm through writing it.
Might as well jump.
Go ahead and jump.
Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Square Pegs. Max Headroom. Karate Kid. Top Gun. Glass Tiger. Howard Jones. The Thompson Twins.
I wanna be a cowboy. And you can be my cowgirl. My name is Ted, and one day, I'll be dead, yo yo yo.
John Hughes films.
Friday night videos.
And now...
Babe, I'm leavin', I must be on my way, the time is drawing near. . .
And here I thought Andrew Ridgely was the member of Wham! who preferred the fellas. Who knew?
I much prefer Star Trek: The Next Generation (or as I lovingly refer to it "The Bald Generation) to the original Star Trek.
You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life.
What WOULD we do, baby, without us?
If I eat enough Jell-O Pudding Pops, will I dance like Bill Cosby?
Where's the beef?
It's time to make the doughnuts.
Love, exciting and new. Come aboard, they're expecting you. (Now there are some careers from that show that really went down the tubes).
I'm not quite sure what fantasy I would have Mr. Rourke grant me on Fantasy Island.
You might as well face it, you're addicted to love. (I got that Robert Palmer album on CASSETTE TAPE for my 18th birthday from my friend, Mary).
Michael Jackson was still (relatively) normal and still looked like himself (mostly) after his (probably) first rhinoplasty. I guess. I think. Maybe. Hee! Heeeee! Shamone!!!
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train goin' anywhere.
Everybody cut loose, foot loose!
My fella, Ron, just told me in an e-mail that he would put on his skinny tie and read my blog when I'm through writing it.
Might as well jump.
Go ahead and jump.
Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Square Pegs. Max Headroom. Karate Kid. Top Gun. Glass Tiger. Howard Jones. The Thompson Twins.
I wanna be a cowboy. And you can be my cowgirl. My name is Ted, and one day, I'll be dead, yo yo yo.
John Hughes films.
Friday night videos.
And now...
Babe, I'm leavin', I must be on my way, the time is drawing near. . .
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