tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81574163977802045032024-02-20T09:16:51.180-08:00My meandering thoughts.......Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02062543316207599505noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157416397780204503.post-61259001039960941042009-07-24T07:24:00.000-07:002009-07-24T07:25:44.716-07:00Friday......possibly the most beautiful word in the dictionary....Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02062543316207599505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157416397780204503.post-78978812457692283522009-07-23T11:54:00.000-07:002009-07-23T12:00:52.797-07:00Lyd,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3FPxS-qIJKpYTjt_PFjdPSvDXDVRG7CuSlXIv8h2GpZYwM3705Uoe6YEOeg0Bq_nIQhn2UeRXB7v2H5ztjsg9PxPxpc4EAPZADFM4pwZnLjTuzthnvnaT3teVec4xzrFFS4Fpy2RCeQ/s1600-h/Lydfriends.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3FPxS-qIJKpYTjt_PFjdPSvDXDVRG7CuSlXIv8h2GpZYwM3705Uoe6YEOeg0Bq_nIQhn2UeRXB7v2H5ztjsg9PxPxpc4EAPZADFM4pwZnLjTuzthnvnaT3teVec4xzrFFS4Fpy2RCeQ/s320/Lydfriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361731172719681970" border="0" /></a><br />Sigh...I miss the kiddos. 11 days and counting.Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02062543316207599505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157416397780204503.post-78987118226901101112008-07-30T05:35:00.000-07:002008-07-30T05:36:58.786-07:00Regrets....<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td align="left">"I <span style="font-size:-1;">HAVE</span> studied many times</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="1"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">The marble which was chiseled for me—</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="2"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="3"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">In truth it pictures not my destination</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="4"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">But my life.</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="5"><i> <br /></i></a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="6"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="7"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="8"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="9"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">And now I know that we must lift the sail</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="10"><i> <br /></i></a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">And catch the winds of destiny</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="11"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">Wherever they drive the boat.</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="12"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="13"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">But life without meaning is the torture</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="14"> </a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">Of restlessness and vague desire—</td><td valign="top" align="right"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="15"><i> <br /></i></a></span></td></tr> <tr><td align="left">It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid."<br />-Spoon River Anthology<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02062543316207599505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157416397780204503.post-57903971491882124492008-06-30T06:30:00.000-07:002008-06-30T07:11:58.567-07:00Music is my life...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPgfZ_i5zhnKlF9IQL1-7idV9x4lkvXHlNabZJl5EwWOXva0mzZ33I1-XdqJRBhkyccEixX47043xpMBa-zmA6bHMD5q_OG0oN8tP-BrUzkjqEZbgKGlMYt09_wnH_WzUQTyp-o5jrK0/s1600-h/Lyd+and+Sam+June+9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPgfZ_i5zhnKlF9IQL1-7idV9x4lkvXHlNabZJl5EwWOXva0mzZ33I1-XdqJRBhkyccEixX47043xpMBa-zmA6bHMD5q_OG0oN8tP-BrUzkjqEZbgKGlMYt09_wnH_WzUQTyp-o5jrK0/s320/Lyd+and+Sam+June+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217676820865732626" border="0" /></a>Inspirations 1 & 2, Lydia and Sam<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><br />I can always tell what kind of a day I'll have by the first song I hear on the radio-online or otherwise. Thanks to pandora.com and the 80s station I listen to, todays song was "Break my Stride", by Matthew Wilder. A moderate hit in 1983-84, it's an upbeat tune about never giving up. Somehow, on this rainy, muggy Monday in NC I<br />just can't get behind that idea. Today is one of those days where everyone would've been better off if I stayed home. Alone. Under the covers. Sigh. Let's search for some inspiration, kids. Here's what I could find....<br /><br />I find inspiration in the following things: my niece, Lydia, and my nephew, Sam; they give me hope for the future. A good book you cannot put down; I've been lucky enough to have hit a string of those lately. A really good song; these days it's "Say" by John Mayer. My mothers cooking; last night she made shrimp riggies- some of you might now know what they are, but trust me, it's like a little bit of heaven in your mouth. Vacations from my mind-numbing job; I have one coming up in 32 days. The beach...ahh the smell, the calming peace I get from sitting on the sand and daydreaming as I look out at the waves. The barn where my friend Susan keeps her horses; this is a new joy. I can't believe that I've lived 31 years without this life-altering experience. Words can't describe it, all I can say is if there is a God, being at that barn is the closest I've come to HIM/HER.<br /><br />Sometimes it's important to revisit these inspirations on a day like today. What can I say? "Life is chaos; every gorilla for himself".<br /></span>Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02062543316207599505noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157416397780204503.post-16936316569226567322008-06-29T10:16:00.000-07:002008-06-29T10:16:00.443-07:00Working on a Sunday? Only in the South...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyrUjYYMKwOEvDutz8iWxc_UidLrCw8nTTvBJ1fYdnesyFkc_l2ZyO4X15dQENX0QEENAXrTybnyN-81FTX4d1kijGC3eXyBO5tsAWZp9LxE8m_2N1ClmS1XxJTNSMn5yB701q957pvc/s1600-h/Phin2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyrUjYYMKwOEvDutz8iWxc_UidLrCw8nTTvBJ1fYdnesyFkc_l2ZyO4X15dQENX0QEENAXrTybnyN-81FTX4d1kijGC3eXyBO5tsAWZp9LxE8m_2N1ClmS1XxJTNSMn5yB701q957pvc/s320/Phin2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217306379710202178" border="0" /></a> Here's the mighty warrior Phin...sleeping in my pillowcase after a long battle.<br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br />Here I sit....why is it that I always wish I was somewhere else? It's a terrible way to live. I'll go out with friends for dinner and drinks and wish I was home. I'll come to work and wish I was home. I'll mooch dinner off my mom and wish I was home. See a pattern?<br /><br />This is my first blog ever. I'm hoping that it's something I can keep up with. Like everything else in my life I'm scared it'll be my new addiction for a little while, then I'll drop it. I'm a bit of a quitter, I'm ashamed to admit. I come by it honestly, though. Always blame the parents, they expect it. Anyway, I'm happy to say that I was inspired to start this blog by a good friend. She's fearless and I admire that; she even got me to swim in the ocean a few weeks ago. One by one she's helping me face my fears. It's not always easy, and there's times I want to pimp slap her (she knows I kid cause I love), but she encourages me cause she knows that facing my fears is in my best interest. She rocks.<br /><br />I have a tendency to yammer on and on...get used to it. That reminds me, I need to take my meds.<br />Here's to better living through medication...and maybe through blogging. We'll see.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02062543316207599505noreply@blogger.com2