Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Remember that line in Sixteen Candles when the Donger was found passed out on the front lawn and Grandpa said "Long. Long. Where is my auto-mo-bile?" and Dong replies with "Auto-mo-beel?" Good stuff, good stuff. As I was sitting on the plane this morning, I was thinking of that line for some reason.

It's so very good to be home. I enjoyed myself and had a great trip, but Dorothy was right when she said "There's no place like home". It felt so weird because I got back to Tulsa and was being shuttled back to my auto-mo-bile before noon. I stopped at the Waffle House over on 193rd and grabbed myself some cheese ~n~ eggs with grits, bacon, and raisin toast. Yum. I gave the waitress an exuberant tip, simply because she was a friendly Okie.

I got Shael picked up from school by around 2:15. She was so happy to see me, that she gave me this huge hug right there in the hall at school. Granted, there wasn't anyone in the hall except the custodian, but I like to think she would have hugged me that hard had the whole hall been full of students.

I'm kind of tired, I think I'll hit the hay now. I'll be watching Nikolas tomorrow for a couple hours and I want to be rested up for that. Good night people. More on my trip later.

One More Day

Well, here I am again for one more post before I leave. It's all rainy today and I would love to be able to stay home and take a nap this afternoon. That ain't happenin', I tell ya. I have all my clothes to be packed stacked in neat little piles on my bed to show me what I have for each day. Complete with socks and underwear. Except for a couple days worth because I ran out of clean underwear and the ones I'd washed were still in the dryer. Then Mike asked me to come in town at lunch time (11:00) because he wanted to take me to this store that was suppose to have leather jackets and things on sale for fairly cheap. I was already suppose to meet someone here at the library at 9:00, so, instead of going back home then turning around and coming back in to town, I'm hanging around town until 11:00. I should get home around 12:30 then I have to leave again to pick Shael up after school. Yay. I'll have 2-1/2 hours at home this afternoon to finish that HUGE pile of laundry I have stashed in the hallway and to pack my bags. I have tonight, but you know how it is before a trip, it always seems like you are rushed the night before. I wanted to bake some cookies to leave for Mike and Shael, but who knows if I'll get that done. That's way down on my priority list.

I went gallivanting around Arkansas yesterday with a truckload of men to look at a motorcycle. Mike asked if I wanted to go and I said yes and to make a long story short, when I got out of my car and turned around to climb into the back seat of the Suburban with my cousin, Mitchell, I saw my other cousin, Matt, in the back seat with him. I was scrunched in between two big ole guys in the back seat because Mike hadn't put in the third row seat. We drove almost two hours like that. After we looked at the bike, which was not at all what Mike was interested in buying, Matt climbed into the very back of the Suburban so we weren't so squished. I did kind of laugh to myself because I got to thinking that that Suburban was sure carrying around a lot of flesh. Two of the men weigh around 280 and another weighs around 250 and the other one weighs around 350+ and I weigh nearly 200. That's a lot of weight to carry around. But that thing chugged on like we were a bunch of feathers.

I guess I'm out of here. I'm kind of running out of things to say, can you tell? See you on the other side of next week.

I haven't posted lyrics in a while, so here goes

I can't remember if I've posted this song before, but if I have, it's still pertains to my life today. In fact, it may even be more relevant to my life today than ever.

Less Like Scars

Sara Groves

It's been a hard year.

But I'm climbing out of the rubble.

These lessons are hard.

Healing changes are subtle.

But every day it's...

Less like tearing more like building.

Less like captive more like willing.

Less like breakdown more like surrender.

Less like haunting more like remember.

And I feel you here.

And you're picking up the pieces.

Forever faithful.

It seemed out of my hands a bad situation.

But you are able.

And in your hands the pain and hurt look less like scars and more like character.

Less like a prison more like my room.

Less like a casket more like a womb.

Less like dying more like transcending.

Less like fear, less like an ending...

And I feel you here.

And you're picking up the pieces.

Forever faithful.

It seemed out of my hands a bad situation.

But you are able.

And in your hands the pain and hurt look less like scars.

Just a little while ago, I couldn't feel the power or the hope.

I couldn't cope, I couldn't feel a thing.

Just a little while back, I was desperate, broken, laid out,

Hoping you would come.

And I need you.

And I want you here.

And I feel you... And I feel you here.

And you're picking up the pieces.

Forever faithful.

It seemed out of my hands a bad situation.

But you are able.

And in your hands the pain and hurt look less like scars.

And in your hands the pain and hurt look less like scars.

And in your hands the pain and hurt look less like scars.

And more like character...

Hello Walls

Hi, people! It's been a long time, I know. Shame on me, *bad* blogger, *BAAAD*.

I'm finally getting out of this state for a change. And not just to Missouri or Kansas or even to (gasp) Arkansas........................................................................................................................
Oh, excuse me, I was listening for banjo twangs. Just kidding, all you Arkansas folk, I love that state, I think it is probably one of the most beautiful state in this country. The Natural State for certain.
No, I'm heading to Maine. I've got it all set and now I'm just waiting for Tuesday to arrive so I can depart. I even have postcard requests, lol. I had to go get a new drivers license because my old one was expired. That was simple in Grove, I didn't have to wait for eons just to be harassed by the hateful old hags in the Miami office. Somebody needs to buy those hags a vibrator or something. Give them something to look forward to each day, instead of being mean and nasty to customers.
Well, I must go, I have 6 minutes of my computer "session" remaining. I've got to give myself time to spell check, ya know?
Laters.