You’re a million miles away
Yet the distance makes you wonder
If the girl you once knew is okay
You pick up the phone and dial me
Say a few words in agony
As though I had called you…
You’re fishing for a compliment
Or maybe just an argument
To hear my familiar voice
You had no other choice….
You knew I would answer
Regardless of my current state of mind
Your emotions always rob me blind
Lift me up like star light
Then bring me down like rain
But you never mean to cause me pain
It’s just the memories I associate
The words I anticipate
The scenarios I carelessly create…
You’re the thunder that breaks the silence
In a relatively boring life
So I’m willing to take your call
I’m willing to sharpen that knife…
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Oh Blogness....
It has been quite a while since I have updated. No reason in particular...just haven't had a lot of inspiration I suppose. Which can be a good thing considering I tend to be more verbal when I'm upset about something...or someone.
I was going through my writings that I keep in Word and the last 6 or so are unfinished and fleeting thoughts. I should really finish a couple of those. It frustrates me that I don't write as much as I used to, but I think it's the perfectionist in me. I have a hard time blogging about random thoughts of my everyday life. I'm always trying to write the "perfect" poem or thought.
I watched a poetry slam on TV the other night and now I want to attempt to write in that style. Very fast paced, emotionally raw, and rough around the edges. But I think someone would really have to piss me off in order for something like that to come alive. :)
I was going through my writings that I keep in Word and the last 6 or so are unfinished and fleeting thoughts. I should really finish a couple of those. It frustrates me that I don't write as much as I used to, but I think it's the perfectionist in me. I have a hard time blogging about random thoughts of my everyday life. I'm always trying to write the "perfect" poem or thought.
I watched a poetry slam on TV the other night and now I want to attempt to write in that style. Very fast paced, emotionally raw, and rough around the edges. But I think someone would really have to piss me off in order for something like that to come alive. :)
Monday, June 21, 2010
small words
This is one of the first songs I ever wrote on my guitar. It's short, but it has chords and everything! :)
Some day you'll understand that small words can break a man
Small words can make you cry, make you worry and hurt your life
Don't try and fight me with words; it will only make me feel worse
Just try and yell at yourself and feel the pain like everyone else
Chorus:
Small words are easy to say, but they make me cry anyway
To see you say them with pain in your eyes hurts me more than you realize
So don't try and hide it, be a man and fight it
Just know that small words make me cry
Mean looks and nasty glares, they don't hurt me anywhere
But small words said to me, make me tremble and fall to my knees
We will cry the same tears; we might have the same fears
So try to feel it when I cry - don't turn around and say goodbye
Some day you'll understand that small words can break a man
Small words can make you cry, make you worry and hurt your life
Don't try and fight me with words; it will only make me feel worse
Just try and yell at yourself and feel the pain like everyone else
Chorus:
Small words are easy to say, but they make me cry anyway
To see you say them with pain in your eyes hurts me more than you realize
So don't try and hide it, be a man and fight it
Just know that small words make me cry
Mean looks and nasty glares, they don't hurt me anywhere
But small words said to me, make me tremble and fall to my knees
We will cry the same tears; we might have the same fears
So try to feel it when I cry - don't turn around and say goodbye
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Just nod and look pretty...
Just as soon as I learned to say no, I heard myself say yes again
I had pulled the dagger out and then I watched myself slip it back in
I may as well have fallen to my knees and begged to be used again
Flailing my arms in reverse surrender, the guilt of which I hold in
It took just one moment of weakness to feel falsely needed again
And it took just one familiar heckler to get me to jump in
When I found myself soaked in regret, I wanted to be strong again
But found that it is hard to demolish the side that lets frailty in
Regardless of any unnerving effects, I need to say no again
When NO starts to taste good, and people believe, that's when I'll let YES in...
Again...
I had pulled the dagger out and then I watched myself slip it back in
I may as well have fallen to my knees and begged to be used again
Flailing my arms in reverse surrender, the guilt of which I hold in
It took just one moment of weakness to feel falsely needed again
And it took just one familiar heckler to get me to jump in
When I found myself soaked in regret, I wanted to be strong again
But found that it is hard to demolish the side that lets frailty in
Regardless of any unnerving effects, I need to say no again
When NO starts to taste good, and people believe, that's when I'll let YES in...
Again...
Monday, June 14, 2010
Streamers on my microphone
I would be barefoot on an oriental rug
My hair would be wavy and longer than it's ever been
My toe nails would be bright pink as my feet danced around
I would feel alive
I would feel electric
I would tell the truth in metaphors
I would be barefoot on an oriental rug...
I would be the best rock star you've ever seen...
My hair would be wavy and longer than it's ever been
My toe nails would be bright pink as my feet danced around
I would feel alive
I would feel electric
I would tell the truth in metaphors
I would be barefoot on an oriental rug...
I would be the best rock star you've ever seen...
Saturday, June 12, 2010
White Flag
Covered in chaos
Motivating silence
Turning my back on
Temporary violence
My feelings are useless
My emotions are raw
Camouflaged surrender
Back against the wall
Motivating silence
Turning my back on
Temporary violence
My feelings are useless
My emotions are raw
Camouflaged surrender
Back against the wall
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Summertime
Summers hold very fond memories for me and as I get older I crave them even more, although they have significantly changed.
There were the summers when I was youngest and my parents sent my brother and I to summer recreation. There were definitely days we didn't want to go, but I can't help but happily recall time spent there. I remember the big brown thermos of lemonade my mom often sent with us to share at lunch with my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The smell of these treats still bring me back to those days. Recreation is where I learned to play Four-Square and hopscotch. It's where I jumped on stage every single Friday to participate in the dance contest - where I inevitably performed the same routine every week. And then of course, there was the summer I was crowned "Little Miss Summer Recreation." I remember I was shocked when my mom let me bring my best dress with me that day to perform.
Other summers were spent with my grandmother who lived with us and I was able to play with all of my neighborhood friends. We practically lived in our bathing suits and ran back and forth between the two houses with pools. I was more tan than I will ever be in my life. Alex and Tasha were my partners in crime as we played our own made up games in tree houses and bedrooms that we imagined to be class rooms and very important offices that we were in charge of.
I could go on forever describing in detail the games we played and the secrets we kept. There were long bike rides, visits to the park and Rollerblade races down Alex's steep driveway. But there were also days of great boredom with "nothing to do" that now I see as a luxury I would love to have again.
When I was 13 we moved to a new house and left my old friends behind. My brother was now driving and I was often left alone during the summer. Those were the summers of music. I fell in love with Broadway musicals and choreographed routines to Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Coat (Donny Osmond version) and Annie. My family probably doesn't even know to what extent I went to learn all of the words and how I took over the entire downstairs area. I also used to set up a little recorder by the piano and belt out songs all afternoon. That is how I learned the "oldies" as I played the sheet music from my mom's collection. Up Where We Belong, Let it Be, and Five Foot Two were some of my favorites. This is also the time when I wanted to be like Rosie O'Donnell. (This was of course when she was "Queen of Nice" and...funny) I was going to have "The Beth Terry Show" and I practiced in my room with invisible celebrities.
In between the changes of my summers, there were always family vacations and special outings. Babysitting my cousin, sleepovers, church camp, VBS and other things my parents let me go to. And of course, I was always the geeky one who anticipated the return of school. Not only did it mean new clothes, but fresh new school supplies - something I still have a weird obsession with.
When I turned 16 I had my first taste of freedom as I was able to basically go where I wanted within reason. I was the only one of my friends who had a car, so we often found ourselves just driving around because we could. The road was there and we needed to travel it...even if it led us to the mall four times a week.
I'm not sure what provoked this soliloquy of summers past, but I know I appreciate them much more now that they are not quite the same. Summers are more of a business objective and there is really no separation through out the months. But I revel in my ability to not be limited in when vacations can be planned. They don't have to be summer getaways anymore, they can be Fall or Spring. Broadway musicals can still be performed in my house...just perhaps with a little less enthusiasm to spare the neighbors.
I certainly miss days of unplanned adventures and flip-flop tans, but am pleased at how my summers essentially helped shape who I am today. Eclectic memories of my summer soul.
There were the summers when I was youngest and my parents sent my brother and I to summer recreation. There were definitely days we didn't want to go, but I can't help but happily recall time spent there. I remember the big brown thermos of lemonade my mom often sent with us to share at lunch with my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The smell of these treats still bring me back to those days. Recreation is where I learned to play Four-Square and hopscotch. It's where I jumped on stage every single Friday to participate in the dance contest - where I inevitably performed the same routine every week. And then of course, there was the summer I was crowned "Little Miss Summer Recreation." I remember I was shocked when my mom let me bring my best dress with me that day to perform.
Other summers were spent with my grandmother who lived with us and I was able to play with all of my neighborhood friends. We practically lived in our bathing suits and ran back and forth between the two houses with pools. I was more tan than I will ever be in my life. Alex and Tasha were my partners in crime as we played our own made up games in tree houses and bedrooms that we imagined to be class rooms and very important offices that we were in charge of.
I could go on forever describing in detail the games we played and the secrets we kept. There were long bike rides, visits to the park and Rollerblade races down Alex's steep driveway. But there were also days of great boredom with "nothing to do" that now I see as a luxury I would love to have again.
When I was 13 we moved to a new house and left my old friends behind. My brother was now driving and I was often left alone during the summer. Those were the summers of music. I fell in love with Broadway musicals and choreographed routines to Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Coat (Donny Osmond version) and Annie. My family probably doesn't even know to what extent I went to learn all of the words and how I took over the entire downstairs area. I also used to set up a little recorder by the piano and belt out songs all afternoon. That is how I learned the "oldies" as I played the sheet music from my mom's collection. Up Where We Belong, Let it Be, and Five Foot Two were some of my favorites. This is also the time when I wanted to be like Rosie O'Donnell. (This was of course when she was "Queen of Nice" and...funny) I was going to have "The Beth Terry Show" and I practiced in my room with invisible celebrities.
In between the changes of my summers, there were always family vacations and special outings. Babysitting my cousin, sleepovers, church camp, VBS and other things my parents let me go to. And of course, I was always the geeky one who anticipated the return of school. Not only did it mean new clothes, but fresh new school supplies - something I still have a weird obsession with.
When I turned 16 I had my first taste of freedom as I was able to basically go where I wanted within reason. I was the only one of my friends who had a car, so we often found ourselves just driving around because we could. The road was there and we needed to travel it...even if it led us to the mall four times a week.
I'm not sure what provoked this soliloquy of summers past, but I know I appreciate them much more now that they are not quite the same. Summers are more of a business objective and there is really no separation through out the months. But I revel in my ability to not be limited in when vacations can be planned. They don't have to be summer getaways anymore, they can be Fall or Spring. Broadway musicals can still be performed in my house...just perhaps with a little less enthusiasm to spare the neighbors.
I certainly miss days of unplanned adventures and flip-flop tans, but am pleased at how my summers essentially helped shape who I am today. Eclectic memories of my summer soul.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Lightning Storm
Lost my heart in a lightning storm
Flying home before the rain could form
Never thought I could be so high
But feel so low in that dark black sky
When the city lights began to shine below
I felt like someone I didn’t even know
I should have been strong but I caved
My emotions have never been well-behaved
It was simply goodbye from the start
And this is why I have lost my heart
Flying home before the rain could form
Never thought I could be so high
But feel so low in that dark black sky
When the city lights began to shine below
I felt like someone I didn’t even know
I should have been strong but I caved
My emotions have never been well-behaved
It was simply goodbye from the start
And this is why I have lost my heart
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Blank Walls...
I'm having trouble decorating my bedroom in my new apartment.
There seems to be a lot of pressure to make sure everything is coordinated. For now the only things on my walls are my diploma and a simple painting.
As I lay here visualizing what I want, I can't help but remember my walls of bedrooms past. There were Mickey mouse posters at the beginning, but from the ages of about 12-19 the theme was simple: Hot guys, cool bands and other weird things my friends and I made.
I believe it all started with a picture of Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
Then there was the collage of Leonardo DiCaprio...
The larger than life poster of George Clooney...
And my personal favorite...the door dedicated to Carson Daly.
Through the years there were posters of Blink 182, Garth Brooks (I know, I know), and the black and white photo collection of Elvis. And then of course there were the ever popular glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling.
Then something happened and it all came down. I painted my walls green, ordered a Tommy Hilfiger bedspread and tore down Carson from the back of my bedroom door. I was an "adult" and my tastes had changed. Suddenly I was matching my bedspread with special pillows I never laid my head on and putting away little reminders of my youth. But I liked the change and I liked the process of creating a reflection of who I was at that moment in my life.
Today my walls are essentially blank. I suppose it couldn't come at a better time. This move was a fresh start and now I can do what I want with this blank canvas. I think it's time to be bold. My room is MY room. An oasis that should make me happy and not follow any rules. If it is to be a reflection of this point in my life, then it should definitely be the best room yet. Taking chances, having fun, and learning to live life my own way.
There seems to be a lot of pressure to make sure everything is coordinated. For now the only things on my walls are my diploma and a simple painting.
As I lay here visualizing what I want, I can't help but remember my walls of bedrooms past. There were Mickey mouse posters at the beginning, but from the ages of about 12-19 the theme was simple: Hot guys, cool bands and other weird things my friends and I made.
I believe it all started with a picture of Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
Then there was the collage of Leonardo DiCaprio...
The larger than life poster of George Clooney...
And my personal favorite...the door dedicated to Carson Daly.
Through the years there were posters of Blink 182, Garth Brooks (I know, I know), and the black and white photo collection of Elvis. And then of course there were the ever popular glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling.
Then something happened and it all came down. I painted my walls green, ordered a Tommy Hilfiger bedspread and tore down Carson from the back of my bedroom door. I was an "adult" and my tastes had changed. Suddenly I was matching my bedspread with special pillows I never laid my head on and putting away little reminders of my youth. But I liked the change and I liked the process of creating a reflection of who I was at that moment in my life.
Today my walls are essentially blank. I suppose it couldn't come at a better time. This move was a fresh start and now I can do what I want with this blank canvas. I think it's time to be bold. My room is MY room. An oasis that should make me happy and not follow any rules. If it is to be a reflection of this point in my life, then it should definitely be the best room yet. Taking chances, having fun, and learning to live life my own way.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sadly Mistaken
Sadly mistaken is the story of my life
There is no sophistication in the seams of strife
Handing my trust to anyone who would take it
But finding more often they toss and they break it
I'll cry out and won't always know why
I'm just that vulnerable rain cloud in the sky
I'm easily provoked by simple pleasures
And I easily succumb to complicated pressures
There is cause for a riot in my tired, young mind
But there are feelings I won't promote and words I cannot find
I was sadly mistaken when I thought I could trust all
But now I know that even the best ones fall...
There is no sophistication in the seams of strife
Handing my trust to anyone who would take it
But finding more often they toss and they break it
I'll cry out and won't always know why
I'm just that vulnerable rain cloud in the sky
I'm easily provoked by simple pleasures
And I easily succumb to complicated pressures
There is cause for a riot in my tired, young mind
But there are feelings I won't promote and words I cannot find
I was sadly mistaken when I thought I could trust all
But now I know that even the best ones fall...
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Another broken song...
I sat down to write a song about us.
Then from my headphones I realized it had already been written.
A verse from one favorite song to the next and there it was.
How could I begin to write out my feelings now?
I felt defeated by my ability to find the perfect song.
Always paired with the perfect melodies that calm me better than drugs.
So is it better now to create a "mixed tape" for you...
Or better to pay homage to those songs and still write my own?
You may hear a favorite song of mine and scoff at it's simplicity.
Or you may make one of my least favorite songs mean something so much more.
Then again, if I were able to write a new one, who's to say I would show it to you.
Always creating little wonders and never releasing them.
I'm not even so sure you know I like to write...or try to write as I might.
Maybe I should just mark down what you say.
Scribble down all the things that make my heart melt and go from there.
You probably wouldn't even notice the familiarity if you read them aloud.
Always the humble one...as cocky as you are.
Regardless of what is written here tonight, I will never amount to what I desire.
In words that is.
Always reaching far and falling short.
Faking it until I make it perhaps.
You'll read this one day and say it's "cute."
I'll feel defeated again and you'll think all is well.
If it was paper I would crumble it up.
Hit the delete key?....maybe.
I will always be a rambler.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Day tripper
Once a month I would give anything to be able to get on a plane and fly away. Visit friends in distant states or friends in cities I just can't quite make the drive to. I think it may settle the storm in the pit of my stomach I often feel when I've been away from the people who mean the most to me.
It seems simple enough, but the "important" commitments in life pull me elsewhere and drain my bank account and fill up my calendars with mundane tasks that seem fun at the time but are never quite enough. I'm satisfied for the moment, but am always reaching for the next big adventure.
I never feel I have enough time in a year to go the places I want...need to be. I always picture myself living in the cities I visit, and more often than not I can see myself there, but quickly get a guilty feeling. It's not that I want to leave this place permanently, I just want to stay somewhere else for a little longer.
But then again, that might just make me crave to leave home a little more often. For now, I think my desire is just to travel more. Keep breaking connections alive. Be the one who goes the extra mile...literally.
I'm going to Dallas in May...not a big deal, but the fact is, quite a few people I care about are up there and this is my chance to make sure the distance doesn't break any memories or hinder us from making new ones.
Then where do I go? I come back.
Then what do I do? Plan the next trip. Vegas? Chicago?
Hope for the best and fly.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I was so dramatic when I was 19....
Intricate distractions flow through a mesmerized soul
As romantic rhythms beat on a rapidly breaking heart
Melodies of sweet release tempt the tired spirit within
A novel of notes depict dark secrets on a simple page of black and white
Timed measures express pure bliss and complete fear
A moderately slow piece of life with prestissimo interchanges
Has a downbeat of syncopation, something that makes no sense to the practiced artist
A wall closes around the prodigy inside of us, as trembling hands take hold of the instrument of life
When the music is in perfect pitch, the heart rests, but those intricate distractions bombard us
And weaken the inner harmony. Eventually the music fades and the sounds of others cradle our every
move until we conduct another moment of synchronized melodies to entertain our weary souls
As romantic rhythms beat on a rapidly breaking heart
Melodies of sweet release tempt the tired spirit within
A novel of notes depict dark secrets on a simple page of black and white
Timed measures express pure bliss and complete fear
A moderately slow piece of life with prestissimo interchanges
Has a downbeat of syncopation, something that makes no sense to the practiced artist
A wall closes around the prodigy inside of us, as trembling hands take hold of the instrument of life
When the music is in perfect pitch, the heart rests, but those intricate distractions bombard us
And weaken the inner harmony. Eventually the music fades and the sounds of others cradle our every
move until we conduct another moment of synchronized melodies to entertain our weary souls
Friday, February 19, 2010
I swear I'm still alive
Well, it's looks as though I have been wordless for about a month now. Of course, we all know I can talk a blue streak, but I guess I just haven't had the motivation to write it out lately.
Things have been fairly calm as I prepare to move to my one bedroom next month. I'm looking forward to a fresh start, no matter how small it may be. It's just always nice to reorganize and start on your own. That's how I see it at least.
I'm one of those weird people who finds joy in organizing closets and pantries. I can't wait to buy shelves to display my electic book collection and photos of my friends and family. Plus, I enjoy shopping for all of the little things I need.
Anyone know of a recliner that needs a good home? Or a small dining set for that matter? It's fun looking even online for these things. Of course, I always seem to end up at Pottery Barn or Crate & Barrell where my money never seems to stretch far enough. Oh the things I would do with a gift certificate to those places!
Anyways, this was just to prove that I'm still kicking. :)
Things have been fairly calm as I prepare to move to my one bedroom next month. I'm looking forward to a fresh start, no matter how small it may be. It's just always nice to reorganize and start on your own. That's how I see it at least.
I'm one of those weird people who finds joy in organizing closets and pantries. I can't wait to buy shelves to display my electic book collection and photos of my friends and family. Plus, I enjoy shopping for all of the little things I need.
Anyone know of a recliner that needs a good home? Or a small dining set for that matter? It's fun looking even online for these things. Of course, I always seem to end up at Pottery Barn or Crate & Barrell where my money never seems to stretch far enough. Oh the things I would do with a gift certificate to those places!
Anyways, this was just to prove that I'm still kicking. :)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Calming down
We plan so long and work so hard for the big events in our lives and then we watch how quickly they pass. Without the calming hand from a friend or wise words to "breathe" we could easily blink and miss everything.
I've been anticipating the wedding of my best friend for several months and today has become the "day after." I waved the couple off to their honey moon, entertained their remaining guests and put away my maid of honor dress. For them, it is the start of the rest of their lives and to me, it is a day to settle down and recover from the adrenaline rush.
The wedding was truly flawless and absolutely beautiful and I have finally found the time to sit in quiet to enjoy it. I had an amazing time and met some wonderful people that I hope to see again in the near future. Thank God for photographs so that I can immerse myself in the memories of it over and over.
Tomorrow will be hard to get my mind to focus and realize that the event has passed. But I am sure that other projects will take over and I will soon find myself immersed in other various emotions. But if I can just enjoy the moment, then all will be well.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Monday Morning Call
The call came early and I quickly knew
That something dark was burdening you
Your shallow voice was faltering
A hidden truth you were altering
Apologizing for lost memories
Vocalizing your personal reveries
A twinge of regret in your tired voice
As you second guessed your final choice
I can’t help but remember our year
Full of grace and devoid of fear
But the sharp pain comes from goodbye
And yours was sudden you cannot deny
This morning call was without direction
Perhaps you were seeking my affection
I cannot refute that it had my mind racing
But I’m done with all of this backwards chasing
We could go on forever with this flirtatious game
But the ending will inevitably be the same
Young souls confused and tender hearts broken
From actions taken and words unspoken
Whether or not I was wrong to answer the phone
Is not the issue as I ponder regrets of my own
The one thing that is clear from this call
Is that you really did love me after all…
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Just rambling...
This blog has kind of turned in to a poetry journal of sorts. Although that was not my original intention, it has been a great outlet for sharing some of my old and new stuff. However, I have not posted in a few days so I thought a non-rhyming, broad update was due.
Things have been a little nutty lately gearing up for my best friend's wedding. Sara is getting married on January 16th! I'm sure on January 17 we'll all look back and say "WOW" but until then, we (mainly she) have a lot to do. This Saturday is her bachlorette party. It will definitely be tame and not require the assistance of any male dancers or phallic shaped shot glasses...much to my disappointment. :)
Instead, the bridal party is going in for facials and massages in the afternoon and then we'll go somewhere Asian for dinner. We'll make it fun, but there will not be any craziness....unless of course Sara wants there to be!
Aside from the wedding, I am also trying to find somewhere to live. Sara will be moving out after the honeymoon and then our lease is up in March. I would like to stay in this complex, but there are no one-bedrooms available. I found two other complexes that I really like, but they too do not have any one bedrooms. Sadness.
I'm hoping by the end of January some places will come up. But mark my words...I will NOT be moving back in with the parental units.
Work has been busy and church too....I'm just looking forward to February 1st. The wedding and the 25th anniversary celebration at church will have come and gone. And that is when I will take my pretty self down to the spa and not leave for at least 3 hours. Pure bliss is waiting for me in less than a month.
This is not to say that I do not like to keep busy, but it seems a lot has piled on these past few months in various aspects of my life. I want to find new networking opportunities to participate in different ways around the city and meet new people. I have been asked to joined Rotary, but have yet to go to a meeting. I just need to do it. Not sure what I am nervous about, or if I am even nervous at all. I guess this is just a different time in my life and it is time to find new ways to make it exciting and new! I know....cheesy!
Anyhow, time for bed. Tomorrow is the UT/Bama game! Can't wait to see the Longhorns kick Bama's butt!
Peace
Things have been a little nutty lately gearing up for my best friend's wedding. Sara is getting married on January 16th! I'm sure on January 17 we'll all look back and say "WOW" but until then, we (mainly she) have a lot to do. This Saturday is her bachlorette party. It will definitely be tame and not require the assistance of any male dancers or phallic shaped shot glasses...much to my disappointment. :)
Instead, the bridal party is going in for facials and massages in the afternoon and then we'll go somewhere Asian for dinner. We'll make it fun, but there will not be any craziness....unless of course Sara wants there to be!
Aside from the wedding, I am also trying to find somewhere to live. Sara will be moving out after the honeymoon and then our lease is up in March. I would like to stay in this complex, but there are no one-bedrooms available. I found two other complexes that I really like, but they too do not have any one bedrooms. Sadness.
I'm hoping by the end of January some places will come up. But mark my words...I will NOT be moving back in with the parental units.
Work has been busy and church too....I'm just looking forward to February 1st. The wedding and the 25th anniversary celebration at church will have come and gone. And that is when I will take my pretty self down to the spa and not leave for at least 3 hours. Pure bliss is waiting for me in less than a month.
This is not to say that I do not like to keep busy, but it seems a lot has piled on these past few months in various aspects of my life. I want to find new networking opportunities to participate in different ways around the city and meet new people. I have been asked to joined Rotary, but have yet to go to a meeting. I just need to do it. Not sure what I am nervous about, or if I am even nervous at all. I guess this is just a different time in my life and it is time to find new ways to make it exciting and new! I know....cheesy!
Anyhow, time for bed. Tomorrow is the UT/Bama game! Can't wait to see the Longhorns kick Bama's butt!
Peace
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