BECAUSE YOU HAD TO GIVE NAMES TO EVERYTHING YOU FOUND, AND MAKE LOGOS FOR BAD IDEAS, AND CHANGE YOUR CAR EVERY TWO YEARS AND WAKE UP EARLY FOR CONFERENCE CALLS, AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE NO PROGRESS AT ALL / JUST A SHADOW FESTIVAL / BECAUSE OF THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO LOOK AT THE SKY AGAIN, YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO EAT FOOD THAT GROWS WHERE YOU LIVE AGAIN, YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO TOUCH WHAT YOU MAKE

- Robert Montgomery

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Better Late than Never

On Sept. 9th Mom and Wayne celebrated their first anniversary together. They went to Atlanta and stayed at the Marriot for a week--snooped around all the museums and swanky resturants they could find.



They managed this little adventure despite the fact that Wayne suffered a heart arrythmia on the preceding Wednesday. Doctors suspected a heart attack, but luckily it wasn't quite as serious. Think good thoughts for him as he begins to whip back into shape and keep an eye on his fluttering heart.

Heard it in a song

this morning on my way home from oil change, coffee and amusing myself in our palmetto garden, and, as i listened to my favorite country music station, i heard a song that helped me nail down a few ofthe reasons why i love my job, and particularly, why i love working with teenagers, when so many people toss their hands in the air. the chorus is some part of an explanation:

can't think of the singer at the moment. but he summed it up nicely.



we were wanna be rebels that didn't have a clue
with our rock-n-roll t-shirts and a typically bad attitude
didn't have exucuses for the things we had done
we were brave we were crazy we were mostly
young




i love the bad attitude of teenagers. why? because they deserve to have one, and if they dont, i wonder what is wrong. because teenagers get a raw deal from society. and especially from adults. which is ridiculous. because can't anyone remember what it felt like to wake up in the morning at 15 years old. how about 17.

now. imagine you're in foster care.

right. bad attitude. and i'm right there to soak it up and let them know it's okay! have a bad attitude, because it'll pull you through all the hurt that people put on you at this age. it's a tricky game. and i'll show them how to play it. that could be dangerous..... but hey, i turned out okay......mwahahah

a beautiful day! fall is creepin in.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

this afternoon, 50,000 people sat on my neighborhood.

that is my next short bug-story. because midway through the allman bros, I squashed a spider that undoubtedly did not get the memo, and was stuck in the middle of piedmont park as crazy fans rushed in to cover the ground with blankets.

my friends and i were appalled at how many people were upset that other people stepped on their blanket. it became rather annoying actually. did you bring your best blanket? did you remember it was a huge field where thousands of people would squash together to hear music? so why do you give a hell if someone steps on your beloved blanket! bring an old sheet next time and quit yer bitchin. hah. so jess, stephen, brandon and i began ushering people across our blanket. just as a point. and literally, there were many who still refused to step on our blanket. that's how traumatized everyone was from the meanies. I was just there for the music and people-watching. and both were great of course.

Jess and I went to the bathroom that was of course swamped with people, and finally when pee almost started running down my leg, we bribed a guy with $10 (although he didn't take it) to let us in front of him and we both went in and used it at the same time. dont ask how but we did it, and we were in and out in less than 60 seconds. no joke. people who go to concerts need to learn to pee under pressure. then we stood in an equally long but more quickly moving beer line to buy up for our group of six, had the bright idea of seeing if we could make a buck. bought 8beers, and sold the two we didn't need to desperate end-of-the-liners for $20. so we earned 8 bucks. and the buyers didn't seem to give a hoot. so i'm sure between the pee bribe and the beer con we just screwed up our good karma for a solid month. but it was fun while it lasted.

i was wiped out by the end and needed food. so brandon and i go to joes on juniper for a burger, and waited a YEAR for our food. but it was so good when it finally came. so good i forgot to get my sunglasses off the table and now i have to wear my sport glasses until i find a new pair.

kevin and i are going to see Crowded House next week. So i'm going to be musically saturated here soon.

i wonder how many other people have or are going to blog about the concert today or sometime this week. i'm sure i'm one in a thousand. it's like when you were in high school and went to a concert, you want SO badly to wear that shirt the very next day, but you feel like a cheech for doing it. and you do it anyway. hah.

more to come, as i've had an eventful few months since my last post. the newest member, Lupo, is getting bigger and will turn 5mos on the 14th. stella is officially the fat cat i've always wanted her to be. mom and wayne celebrated their 1st anniversay today. i finally went to the beach this summer with my best friends lapo and heifer. my case load at work has quieted (be it only for a week or a few days) to a dull roar. i scavenged a junked miniature antique greenhouse off the side of the road in oakhurst yeserday on the way to see the show. and the jellyfish sting on my foot finally looks a little less gross today. so all is well.

sigh.

peace love and bugs

(and joseph, go ahead and comment on my blog b/c you're a horrible emailer! haha. jk. like i'm any better- and i want an invitation!)

tootle-oo y'all.