Monthly Archives: May 2006

Standing in the kitchen making dinner, watching the news, and commenting on stupid news stories…including the one about “The Hurricane Man.” I love my parents! :)

“Well, we know it was all Bush’s fault that New Orleans flooded.” -Me
“He prayed for the rain, I’m sure.” -Mom
“No, he had the Air Force go out and steer it to New Orleans.” -Dad

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Dream

So when I got back to school from New York I took a job at the Hole In The Wall. They hired me and 3 other people. 1 girl and 2 guys who were also all in advertising and friends with me although I’m not sure I know who they were. One might have been Scott Anderson. Apparently Tuesday nights were the busy ones and the other girl and I worked on Tuesdays. The two guys were always hanging out there and Dr. Burns was my boss. No one was ever in there. One day the other girl and I were working and talking to the two guys about intramurals. Football or swimming or something, I can’t remember. Then I said something about what if I can get Keith Urban to come play. (Not sing but actually play.) They didn’t believe that I knew him, but apparently I did.

Then we were in New York City swinging from building to building like spiderman and that’s how we got around. One of the guys wanted to see the top of the Empire State Building but couldn’t get up there himself, so I helped him. Then I swung (is that a word?) down to where we play whatever IM sport it was that we played.

I walked in the house that had a yard very much like UG and Liz combind with Uncle Scott and Aunt Laura’s and Grandma and Grandpa’s old house in Midland. I know no one will know what that’s like but me. When I walked in the house there were a few people sitting around and we were talking about work and IMs. I said something about Keith Urban again and then got a look like I was crazy. Next thing I know my phone is ringing. I walked outside to answer it and, like the display said, it was Keith Urban. We talked for a long time about my new job and how things were going and blah, blah, blah. Then I said I know you’re busy, but my friends would like you to come play with us. He agreed and next thing I know we’re at his house, but we didn’t go anywhere, the house we were in was all of the sudden his, made over and he, Nicole Kidman, and their 6 kids lived there. We took a tour of the house and it was amazing. The kids hadn’t seen it before, so it was like Extreme Makeover: Home Edition when the people go through the house and see their rooms. Then Keith and I got to talking and I was like a stupid star struck 13 year old. He had a wedding ring on. It was clear with a pink stripe around the middle of it. He and NK were married and keeping it secret from everyone. Then we got to talking about his last tour he’d just gotten back from and how it wasn’t supposed to be a tour but everywhere they went they ended up playing just the same. I told him that my friend John G worked for his crew. He said something polite and that was that.

About that time my dad (my entire family, including grandparents, was somehow there…grandparents included.) came and told me it was time to go. I was no longer in normal clothes. I was in a swim suit and towel. He asked me to go get the expedition. I asked which one, said goodbye to KU and NK and began my walk up the hill. Then Scott called and I woke up.

I only seem to have dreams I remember when I am at my parents house. Weird. I knew before I went to sleep last night that I’d have one to write about this morning too.

Growing Up

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will.

You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time.

You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You’ll fight with your best friend.

You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did.

You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

Like a baseball bat

It’s hitting me…I’m leaving. I’ve had so much for during the last month that I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave my friends and miss out on the summer. Can I be in two places at once? I have never really experienced this feeling before. When I graduated from high school I was ready to go to college and excited about it. I was ready to graduate and move on from college before I was done with it. I’m not done with grad school yet, and I’ve been so excited to go to NY for the summer…until last week. I’ve done so much with everyone and I just feel like I’m going to be missing out on so much. Please, don’t have too much fun without me. Come visit me, call me, IM me, email me, hell, myspace me. I’ll be back soon. enough. I’m going to miss what I’ve had for the last month!

2 weeks to go

I was woken up Sunday morning about 9:45 by a phone call from a Pennsylvania phone number. I almost didn’t answer it. I was tired, sore, and it was before 10. I did pick up though, to a guy’s voice asking me what’s up. My reply was, “who is this?” in a pretty rude voice. He said, “your brother,” like I was stupid. Haha. I wasn’t expecting to hear from him and the Pennsylvania thing threw me off. We talked for 25 minutes. He had an hour of phone time that morning. He seems to be doing everything well and really enjoying everything. I’m glad. It’s good for him. He runs about as fast as I do now and said he’s lost about 15 lbs. He also said he’s now a team leader instead of a squad leader. Apparently he volunteered too much as a squad leader. He’s also the fastest at assembling his M-16 and was 1 of 5 in his companty to qualify as an expert marksman…there are over 160 people in his company.

He graduates in 2 weeks and then goes to NC for AIT training for 12 weeks. He seems to be doing well. I’m proud of him. He said anyone can write him…he likes the mail…especially from my “hot single friends.” If you want his address, let me know.

Slacker

I know, I have a ton of updating to do and I swear I will do it when I get to my parents house. I’ve been enjoying the last week I had here in Austin and that didn’t much include the computer, sorry! There’s a lot to come soon, I promise.

Happy Hour

So Monday night Jen, the organizer of the 20 somethings, had a happy hour at Sherlock’s for all the new people and she invited some of the old people to hang out too. I’m only like 3 months old in that world…but I guess that’s old enough. There were quite a few people who showed up. Guess who was one of them…church boy. (People don’t seem to know there’s a difference between M and church boy. Please understand, they’re two different people.) He showed up and we all talked for a while. It was fun. Peopls started to leave. We were there until about 9 watching the game and playing pool. I grew up with a pool table, but man, that doesn’t make me good. When I left he left too and we talked by my car which seems to be customary for every time we see each other. He asked for my number, which I gave him…but what’s that going to matter, I’m leaving next Monday. While he was talking a few things came up, like how he’d recently broken up with his gf. So when we were by my car I asked him about that. He said he dated this girl (the one he oh-so-not-casually mentioned one Sunday after church) for 3 weeks, proposed to her while drunk, she said yes, it still sounded like a good idea the next morning, and they’d just recently broken up. Can you scream issues any louder??? I’m over being interested in this guy. But he was there and he seems like he’s cool…just not to date.