Shajon Daydreaming
I would trade places with the wind...
Be a cool breeze dancing on your skin,
Playing with your hair,
Whispering in your ear,
Touching your face...
Just for a few moments.
No one would question it.
No one would care.
I would trade places with the sun...
Be the warmth spreading across your back,
Shining down on you,
Watching over you,
Chasing storm clouds away...
Just for a little while.
No one would wonder why.
No one would stare.
I can't do any of that.
No fair!
~ Shajon
June 25, 2005, 12:44 pm
Silly Little Poem
June 25, 2005, 11:59 am
Uh oh..........
Thought we'd eat at Zaxby's last night to surprise my daughter.
When we got there, she had just finished her break and was back in the kitchen. Her "friend" took our order and called her up to see we were there. I was surprised to see that she was glad to see us. I had thought we might have embarrassed her just by being there. You never know with teenagers.
(I found out later she actually cooked our order. I think that may be the first time I ate anything the child cooked! Other than cookies and brownies anyway.)
While we were eating, her "friend" took his lunch break and came back where we were sitting to eat with us. (Hmmmmm? At least he's not afraid of her dad.) We had a nice little talk about what he is planning to major in in college and the scholarship he has waiting at Troy. Very nice young man. (I've known him since he was in 5th or 6th grade band.)
The "uh oh"? She asked me this morning if he mentioned he is trying to convince her to transfer to Troy after Wallace.
When we got there, she had just finished her break and was back in the kitchen. Her "friend" took our order and called her up to see we were there. I was surprised to see that she was glad to see us. I had thought we might have embarrassed her just by being there. You never know with teenagers.
(I found out later she actually cooked our order. I think that may be the first time I ate anything the child cooked! Other than cookies and brownies anyway.)
While we were eating, her "friend" took his lunch break and came back where we were sitting to eat with us. (Hmmmmm? At least he's not afraid of her dad.) We had a nice little talk about what he is planning to major in in college and the scholarship he has waiting at Troy. Very nice young man. (I've known him since he was in 5th or 6th grade band.)
The "uh oh"? She asked me this morning if he mentioned he is trying to convince her to transfer to Troy after Wallace.
June 23, 2005, 12:54 pm
New Job, New Orleans, and other "news"
My darling daughter, my grouchy angel child, got her first real job the last week of May. She is working at Zaxby's. (She says she may never eat chicken again.) Personally, I think hard work is good for college kids. It makes them want to stay in school and get that education so they won't be handling raw chicken forever.
Her first week there, one employee pulled a knife on another one. He wasn't fired. Then last week he threatened to bring a gun and turn Zaxby's into another Columbine. They fired him. About time. I hope they also reported the n u t case to the police!
She works there with her "friend", who I am not allowed to call a boyfriend, which is for the best as he is still in high school and for all I know they really are "only friends." I have my doubts about that, though. Every night, as soon as she walks in the door after work, he calls. They talk for hours, even if they just worked a whole shift together. She giggles. Takes the phone into weird cubby-holes so no one sees her giggle. (But we still hear her.) Why would I stare at her while she giggles anyway?
The other night, HE CALLED HER TO LET HER KNOW HE WAS TOO TIRED
TO CALL HER.
(That is just so sweet.)
While we were in New Orleans, he called her cousin every night to check and see if she just might be back already and not answering the phone. My husband asked her to please buy this boy a watch so that he will realize that her dad has certain hours when he would prefer the phone would not ring constantly. I don't think a watch would help much.
Our trip to New Orleans was wonderful! The first afternoon, we walked to the Riverwalk, peeped into the casino, walked most of Bourbon Street,
heard lots of great music--a good band in a club, others were street musicians, etc.--saw Jackson Square, ate beignets at the Cafe' du Monde, scheduled a cemetary tour for the next morning, walked back to the hotel, swam in the pool, tried out the hot tub, then swam in the pool some more. (The hot tub made the aching feet and legs feel better after all that walking and also made the pool feel deliciously cool by comparison. When we first got in the pool, it felt as warm as a baby's bath water! )
The next day, we hiked about 25 blocks to the bar where our tour left from--they thought I was weird ordering ice water in a bar-- then took the walking tour itself. (Marie Laveau's grave, etc.) I think I quit counting when our walking reached 80 blocks or so, I don't really know. We definitely saw the french quarter! It was definitely worth it! I had so much fun! Of course, NOW I know that we could have walked a short four blocks in the other direction upon leaving our hotel that morning and taken the St. Charles streetcar instead of hiking across the entire warehouse and business district getting to the french quarter. Oh, well. Next time I will know.
Our second day, we also toured the cathedral, which was marvelous. We ate at a moderately expensive seafood restaurant. Goodness knows we could have found good food everywhere. I never saw so many restaurants in my life. The food was very good though, and then we hit all the touristy shops we could in the french quarter and on canal street before riding the streetcar up to see some of the garden district--and all those college campuses! We ate pralines and walked until our feet were about to declare war on us. Again we heard street musicians and went for a swim before going to bed. Loved that hot tub and pool!
The hotel was lovely, and had this huge breakfast buffet each morning. I love a good breakfast! (I could eat breakfast three times a day.) The only bad thing about it all was having to leave so soon! I have to go back one day, if only to try more restaurants and see the museums and other attractions we had no time to see this time.
We had planned to go home through the Mississippi gulf coast area and see some things there, then stop in Mobile, etc., but the tropical storm warnings scared us into packing up and leaving straight for home.
We lucked out on the weather while we were in New Orleans. It was nice and breezy. I had expected the humidity to be unbearable. (It rained at home the entire time we were gone. Ha Ha.)
New news: My son left just a little while ago to go see the DCI show in Atlanta tonight. The band director at Falkville is his friend and invited him to go along with himself and several members of the band he is taking to see it. Too good an offer to pass up! A student backed out of going, leaving a free ticket. My son helps with band camp, so the director called to see if he wanted to go. (Of course! ) He will get back just a couple of hours before he has to be back at work, but I expect he will think it is well worth it!
That's my update. It has been a while, but surely this one is long enough to make up for the lapse.
Her first week there, one employee pulled a knife on another one. He wasn't fired. Then last week he threatened to bring a gun and turn Zaxby's into another Columbine. They fired him. About time. I hope they also reported the n u t case to the police!
She works there with her "friend", who I am not allowed to call a boyfriend, which is for the best as he is still in high school and for all I know they really are "only friends." I have my doubts about that, though. Every night, as soon as she walks in the door after work, he calls. They talk for hours, even if they just worked a whole shift together. She giggles. Takes the phone into weird cubby-holes so no one sees her giggle. (But we still hear her.) Why would I stare at her while she giggles anyway?
The other night, HE CALLED HER TO LET HER KNOW HE WAS TOO TIRED
TO CALL HER.
(That is just so sweet.) While we were in New Orleans, he called her cousin every night to check and see if she just might be back already and not answering the phone. My husband asked her to please buy this boy a watch so that he will realize that her dad has certain hours when he would prefer the phone would not ring constantly. I don't think a watch would help much.
Our trip to New Orleans was wonderful! The first afternoon, we walked to the Riverwalk, peeped into the casino, walked most of Bourbon Street,
heard lots of great music--a good band in a club, others were street musicians, etc.--saw Jackson Square, ate beignets at the Cafe' du Monde, scheduled a cemetary tour for the next morning, walked back to the hotel, swam in the pool, tried out the hot tub, then swam in the pool some more. (The hot tub made the aching feet and legs feel better after all that walking and also made the pool feel deliciously cool by comparison. When we first got in the pool, it felt as warm as a baby's bath water! )
The next day, we hiked about 25 blocks to the bar where our tour left from--they thought I was weird ordering ice water in a bar-- then took the walking tour itself. (Marie Laveau's grave, etc.) I think I quit counting when our walking reached 80 blocks or so, I don't really know. We definitely saw the french quarter! It was definitely worth it! I had so much fun! Of course, NOW I know that we could have walked a short four blocks in the other direction upon leaving our hotel that morning and taken the St. Charles streetcar instead of hiking across the entire warehouse and business district getting to the french quarter. Oh, well. Next time I will know.
Our second day, we also toured the cathedral, which was marvelous. We ate at a moderately expensive seafood restaurant. Goodness knows we could have found good food everywhere. I never saw so many restaurants in my life. The food was very good though, and then we hit all the touristy shops we could in the french quarter and on canal street before riding the streetcar up to see some of the garden district--and all those college campuses! We ate pralines and walked until our feet were about to declare war on us. Again we heard street musicians and went for a swim before going to bed. Loved that hot tub and pool!
The hotel was lovely, and had this huge breakfast buffet each morning. I love a good breakfast! (I could eat breakfast three times a day.) The only bad thing about it all was having to leave so soon! I have to go back one day, if only to try more restaurants and see the museums and other attractions we had no time to see this time.
We had planned to go home through the Mississippi gulf coast area and see some things there, then stop in Mobile, etc., but the tropical storm warnings scared us into packing up and leaving straight for home.
We lucked out on the weather while we were in New Orleans. It was nice and breezy. I had expected the humidity to be unbearable. (It rained at home the entire time we were gone. Ha Ha.)
New news: My son left just a little while ago to go see the DCI show in Atlanta tonight. The band director at Falkville is his friend and invited him to go along with himself and several members of the band he is taking to see it. Too good an offer to pass up! A student backed out of going, leaving a free ticket. My son helps with band camp, so the director called to see if he wanted to go. (Of course! ) He will get back just a couple of hours before he has to be back at work, but I expect he will think it is well worth it!
That's my update. It has been a while, but surely this one is long enough to make up for the lapse.
June 4, 2005, 1:30 pm
Wedding pictures, girls wearing rainbows, and dead bugs don't fly.
My husband got the pictures developed from his brother's wedding. TEN rolls, at least! A LOT of pictures. Cindy, the bride's mom, paid for half the developing costs and provided a lot of the film. My husband did the photography and paid for the rest as a wedding gift. Anyway, the pictures were very nice. My husband is a perfectionist and Cindy had things planned down to the minute, so it went well. My daughter and I sat in the porch swing and looked through the ton of photos while waiting for Cindy to come pick them up.
Cindy was delighted with the pictures! She got the complete set of prints and the computer discs and we kept the negatives. (I guess she is going to let James and Stephanie select the prints they want for their wedding album and the ones they want enlargements made of, and also email lots of copies.) We plan to have a few copies made for ourselves and any relatives that request copies. Most of the ones I want have my kids in them!
Guys can be so sick! My husband took several shots of the poor dead butterflies. He and Cindy were laughing about the incident. As it had to have been very expensive getting the florist to raise all those cocoons-- only to have almost all of the butterflies die, I don't see how she could laugh about it. I guess she is just a good sport. Better to laugh at something than cry over it, but the pitiful expressions on the faces of the bride and groom as they tried to get those dead bugs to fly--ok, maybe it was kind of funny, but also sad.
Megan was less than enthusiastic about the photos of her in "the ugliest dress in the world." (The dresses WERE hideous! The girls were gorgeous anyway.) The girls wore the same dresses but in different colors, and the poor groomsmen were in black and white, but with ties made to match the girls' dresses.
Alex walked with Katie, who was wearing a sort of persimmon orange. He had on black pants, a long-sleeved white shirt, a black vest, and an orange tie. Very, very halloweeny! Also, very WARM!
Megan's dress was an icy blue. She walked with Roger, the best man, who lucked out getting the blue tie. It looked almost normal compared with what the other guys got stuck with.
Our nephews, Greg and Bobby D., got seafoam green and baby pink. Greg walked with Mandy--and I thought that unusual green looked great with her hair. Bobby D. walked with Amber, the majorette in baby pink.
Actually, the COLORS suited the girls very well, it was just the cut of the dresses themselves that was so unflattering. (Of course, the bride looked wonderful--like a little fairy princess. And James got to substitute some kind of diamond pin for a tie, guess it matched Stephie's tiara.)
The flower girl was a little doll in pale purple and the bride's little nephews were as cute as could be. One of them was "ringbearer," although he never had the rings, and the other escorted the mother of the bride--which looked so cute. He kept sticking his tongue out at the guests when he realized everyone was watching him. (Somehow, my husband didn't get a shot of THAT. Too bad.) Bobby D.'s girlfriend was a server at the reception and she was in pale yellow--so the girls made a complete RAINBOW with their dresses!
My husband got a wonderful shot of Amber catching the bouquet. She's flying through the air like she's catching a football. Great action shot! Alex caught the garter--then he says, "what am I supposed to do with THIS?"
I think the only person there who wasn't in a picture was the photographer! Too bad I didn't take the camera long enough to get one of him!
It was a lovely wedding.
Cindy was delighted with the pictures! She got the complete set of prints and the computer discs and we kept the negatives. (I guess she is going to let James and Stephanie select the prints they want for their wedding album and the ones they want enlargements made of, and also email lots of copies.) We plan to have a few copies made for ourselves and any relatives that request copies. Most of the ones I want have my kids in them!
Guys can be so sick! My husband took several shots of the poor dead butterflies. He and Cindy were laughing about the incident. As it had to have been very expensive getting the florist to raise all those cocoons-- only to have almost all of the butterflies die, I don't see how she could laugh about it. I guess she is just a good sport. Better to laugh at something than cry over it, but the pitiful expressions on the faces of the bride and groom as they tried to get those dead bugs to fly--ok, maybe it was kind of funny, but also sad.
Megan was less than enthusiastic about the photos of her in "the ugliest dress in the world." (The dresses WERE hideous! The girls were gorgeous anyway.) The girls wore the same dresses but in different colors, and the poor groomsmen were in black and white, but with ties made to match the girls' dresses.
Alex walked with Katie, who was wearing a sort of persimmon orange. He had on black pants, a long-sleeved white shirt, a black vest, and an orange tie. Very, very halloweeny! Also, very WARM!
Megan's dress was an icy blue. She walked with Roger, the best man, who lucked out getting the blue tie. It looked almost normal compared with what the other guys got stuck with.
Our nephews, Greg and Bobby D., got seafoam green and baby pink. Greg walked with Mandy--and I thought that unusual green looked great with her hair. Bobby D. walked with Amber, the majorette in baby pink.
Actually, the COLORS suited the girls very well, it was just the cut of the dresses themselves that was so unflattering. (Of course, the bride looked wonderful--like a little fairy princess. And James got to substitute some kind of diamond pin for a tie, guess it matched Stephie's tiara.)
The flower girl was a little doll in pale purple and the bride's little nephews were as cute as could be. One of them was "ringbearer," although he never had the rings, and the other escorted the mother of the bride--which looked so cute. He kept sticking his tongue out at the guests when he realized everyone was watching him. (Somehow, my husband didn't get a shot of THAT. Too bad.) Bobby D.'s girlfriend was a server at the reception and she was in pale yellow--so the girls made a complete RAINBOW with their dresses!
My husband got a wonderful shot of Amber catching the bouquet. She's flying through the air like she's catching a football. Great action shot! Alex caught the garter--then he says, "what am I supposed to do with THIS?"
I think the only person there who wasn't in a picture was the photographer! Too bad I didn't take the camera long enough to get one of him!
It was a lovely wedding.
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