Dawn's Digression.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
First Things, First
My crotch hurts.
I rode my bike for quite awhile last night, and the seat has made me quite sore. It did last time I rode, too. It's a very interesting feeling. I put on my new blue shoes with batteries tucked nicely in the shoestrings, my favorite pair of Old Navy sweats, and my UTD T-shirt. The mp3 player gave me some issues at first. The damn thing turned itself off and would not turn back on. I fiddled with it a bit, and it worked! Yay! It better keep on working. A~, I rode my bicycle down to the park I rode to before, but I ventured a little further this time. The path goes through fields, trees, over bridges, past a playground. I kept thinking, "I'm just going to see what is over there." I turned a corner, and there was a duck pond! And a park with portapotties and everything. I was so happy. There is nothing like finding an unexpected duck pond. I think next time I will take some bread with me and stay awhile to feed the duckies. After the park, I rode around the neighborhood for awhile. I hadn't really explored our neighborhood before, so that was neat. I'm sure, though that many of the neighbors think I'm creepy because I must have ridden down our street at least 4 times. I had so much fun, though. I even got to listen to the 'feels so funny to be free' part of Reunion while I was riding. That made me insanely happy. I'm a dork.
I think Chulie is correct and she'd hate the picture. Exactly why I didn't post it. You guys would just not believe how great her outfit was. Gold shoes, a band-aid on her nose, a pager. Heh. Funny.
I don't watch MadTV very often, so I'm afraid I have no idea who Dot is. :( Which one is that?
I am crazy, Gil. I am totally digging all my comments. I'm obsessed with them. It's sad, really. I just never know what is going to grab ya'll's attention.
I gotta tell you, I'd be scared as hell to have a "Porn Star Night". There are people I do not want to see scantily clad, and I sure as hell don't want anyone to see me scantily clad. Even in the days of 135 pounds, I was prudish like that. I can definitely see how that would be 'good times', though. Interesting, indeed. Did ya'll take lots of pictures? I apparently know nothing about porn, because I have never even heard of Vivid Video Marketing. I have heard of Seymour Butts, though. Does anybody watch "Family Business" on Showtime? I like that show!
"Good times". I would say that for me, that would be the time right after high school when Ruby and I got our first apartment. We were pretty much the only ones out of our circle that had an apartment, so our place was party central. We always had people over smoking and drinking. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm going to say pretty much the entire senior year and the year following. We had some REALLY fun parties. Rachel had a couple of kick-ass parties at her house, too. Her uncle would just leave because he didn't want to know what happened. But I digress.... Ruby and I were both working two jobs, but believe you me, we made time to party. I was about to type that was drunkest time in my life, but, yeah, that's not true. Much fun was had.
This weekend I have Family Farm Day. We're all going out to the farm to clean it up and picnic and bond. That kind of thing. My knowledge of the farm is weak. I don't know much about it, and don't ask a lot of questions. My understanding is that we have about 200 acres left. It seems that my family owned a pretty good chunk of a little bitty podunk town southwest of DFW. I believe they owned the utilities, and possibly the general store as well. My ancestors were probably quite loaded. Thank goodness for that. It was that history that is what kept Granny taken care of. All those years of live-in caretakers, the assisted living place, etc were sponsored by my great-grandmother's trust. Now my great-aunt, Granny's sister, is being sponsored by the trust. It is just a blessing that this money has been available. I just don't know what we'd have done otherwise. A~, (Another Digression!) the farm is a wreck, apparently. People have been dumping their trash out there. People have driven through one of the gates several times. Bastards. We even had a lady kill herself on the farm last year. Lovely. Even more lovely was that a potential buyer found her. Can't imagine why he didn't make the purchase! So Saturday, Michele and I are heading out to Podunksville to help clean up. Woo-hoo. I'm SO not excited about that, but my poor uncle has been doing so much work, the least (very least) I can do is go out there and help one day out of the year. Poor guy. I think the farm is a lot of work. I am also looking forward to seeing the family. I love my family. I wish I had that big picture of them. Actually, I think I may have posted that before. Oh, I found it! Forgive me if I've posted before. I just love the crap out of these people.
Michele and I are on the right. I'm the one with chin length hair. Michele is below me. My mommy and my daddy just left of me. The uncle that has been slaving away at the farm is on the far far right. The lady in the middle with the Santa T-Shirt is my sister-aunt, Laura. Her husband, Jerry is right behind my dad holding their youngest Samuel, who turned his back to the camera just in time. You probably might recognize Chelle and Eric. Chelle is in the white long sleeved t-shirt right behind Granny. Eric is right behind Chelle. Oh, and that's Alex in the hat next to Eric. Why am I typing all of this out, like anyone is actually still reading and pointing at the screen going, "Okay, let me get this straight... That's Laura, the sister-aunt, that's her uncle George, there's Alex, her Dad...." Sorry. I guess I'm digressing a lot today. Maybe I should go work, now.
For Melody: Kids: Child in Wendy's arms (black T-shirt, left) is Daniel D. Child in Amy's arms (chick in red shirt) is Alexis. Front Row: Bobbydale, Donald D, Rachel, Zackary, Tori (in green [Chelle and Eric's]), Joradan behind her, and Carole bottom right. Carol and Jordan are George's (guy on far right). Daniel, Donald D, and Rachel belong to Wendy (black T-shirt). Alexis and Bobbydale belong to Amy (chick in red shirt). Zackary and Samuel belong to sister-aunt Laura and Jerry.
My grandmother's kids (Mom, Laura, George, Lu [lady on far left in white shirt with glasses])wrote on the back of this picture and put it in the coffin with her at the funeral. She was buried with all of us. Speaking of Granny.... I've been able to think about her without crying. For awhile, I wasn't thinking about her all the time anymore, and then the other day I realized what was happening with her at this time last year, and I am reminded of her. Not that she hasn't been on my mind a lot of the time...I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that I am able to think about things without breaking into tears. I miss her, though. Enough, already.
I rode my bike for quite awhile last night, and the seat has made me quite sore. It did last time I rode, too. It's a very interesting feeling. I put on my new blue shoes with batteries tucked nicely in the shoestrings, my favorite pair of Old Navy sweats, and my UTD T-shirt. The mp3 player gave me some issues at first. The damn thing turned itself off and would not turn back on. I fiddled with it a bit, and it worked! Yay! It better keep on working. A~, I rode my bicycle down to the park I rode to before, but I ventured a little further this time. The path goes through fields, trees, over bridges, past a playground. I kept thinking, "I'm just going to see what is over there." I turned a corner, and there was a duck pond! And a park with portapotties and everything. I was so happy. There is nothing like finding an unexpected duck pond. I think next time I will take some bread with me and stay awhile to feed the duckies. After the park, I rode around the neighborhood for awhile. I hadn't really explored our neighborhood before, so that was neat. I'm sure, though that many of the neighbors think I'm creepy because I must have ridden down our street at least 4 times. I had so much fun, though. I even got to listen to the 'feels so funny to be free' part of Reunion while I was riding. That made me insanely happy. I'm a dork.
I think Chulie is correct and she'd hate the picture. Exactly why I didn't post it. You guys would just not believe how great her outfit was. Gold shoes, a band-aid on her nose, a pager. Heh. Funny.
I don't watch MadTV very often, so I'm afraid I have no idea who Dot is. :( Which one is that?
I am crazy, Gil. I am totally digging all my comments. I'm obsessed with them. It's sad, really. I just never know what is going to grab ya'll's attention.
I gotta tell you, I'd be scared as hell to have a "Porn Star Night". There are people I do not want to see scantily clad, and I sure as hell don't want anyone to see me scantily clad. Even in the days of 135 pounds, I was prudish like that. I can definitely see how that would be 'good times', though. Interesting, indeed. Did ya'll take lots of pictures? I apparently know nothing about porn, because I have never even heard of Vivid Video Marketing. I have heard of Seymour Butts, though. Does anybody watch "Family Business" on Showtime? I like that show!
"Good times". I would say that for me, that would be the time right after high school when Ruby and I got our first apartment. We were pretty much the only ones out of our circle that had an apartment, so our place was party central. We always had people over smoking and drinking. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm going to say pretty much the entire senior year and the year following. We had some REALLY fun parties. Rachel had a couple of kick-ass parties at her house, too. Her uncle would just leave because he didn't want to know what happened. But I digress.... Ruby and I were both working two jobs, but believe you me, we made time to party. I was about to type that was drunkest time in my life, but, yeah, that's not true. Much fun was had.
This weekend I have Family Farm Day. We're all going out to the farm to clean it up and picnic and bond. That kind of thing. My knowledge of the farm is weak. I don't know much about it, and don't ask a lot of questions. My understanding is that we have about 200 acres left. It seems that my family owned a pretty good chunk of a little bitty podunk town southwest of DFW. I believe they owned the utilities, and possibly the general store as well. My ancestors were probably quite loaded. Thank goodness for that. It was that history that is what kept Granny taken care of. All those years of live-in caretakers, the assisted living place, etc were sponsored by my great-grandmother's trust. Now my great-aunt, Granny's sister, is being sponsored by the trust. It is just a blessing that this money has been available. I just don't know what we'd have done otherwise. A~, (Another Digression!) the farm is a wreck, apparently. People have been dumping their trash out there. People have driven through one of the gates several times. Bastards. We even had a lady kill herself on the farm last year. Lovely. Even more lovely was that a potential buyer found her. Can't imagine why he didn't make the purchase! So Saturday, Michele and I are heading out to Podunksville to help clean up. Woo-hoo. I'm SO not excited about that, but my poor uncle has been doing so much work, the least (very least) I can do is go out there and help one day out of the year. Poor guy. I think the farm is a lot of work. I am also looking forward to seeing the family. I love my family. I wish I had that big picture of them. Actually, I think I may have posted that before. Oh, I found it! Forgive me if I've posted before. I just love the crap out of these people.
Michele and I are on the right. I'm the one with chin length hair. Michele is below me. My mommy and my daddy just left of me. The uncle that has been slaving away at the farm is on the far far right. The lady in the middle with the Santa T-Shirt is my sister-aunt, Laura. Her husband, Jerry is right behind my dad holding their youngest Samuel, who turned his back to the camera just in time. You probably might recognize Chelle and Eric. Chelle is in the white long sleeved t-shirt right behind Granny. Eric is right behind Chelle. Oh, and that's Alex in the hat next to Eric. Why am I typing all of this out, like anyone is actually still reading and pointing at the screen going, "Okay, let me get this straight... That's Laura, the sister-aunt, that's her uncle George, there's Alex, her Dad...." Sorry. I guess I'm digressing a lot today. Maybe I should go work, now.
UPDATE
For Melody: Kids: Child in Wendy's arms (black T-shirt, left) is Daniel D. Child in Amy's arms (chick in red shirt) is Alexis. Front Row: Bobbydale, Donald D, Rachel, Zackary, Tori (in green [Chelle and Eric's]), Joradan behind her, and Carole bottom right. Carol and Jordan are George's (guy on far right). Daniel, Donald D, and Rachel belong to Wendy (black T-shirt). Alexis and Bobbydale belong to Amy (chick in red shirt). Zackary and Samuel belong to sister-aunt Laura and Jerry.
My grandmother's kids (Mom, Laura, George, Lu [lady on far left in white shirt with glasses])wrote on the back of this picture and put it in the coffin with her at the funeral. She was buried with all of us. Speaking of Granny.... I've been able to think about her without crying. For awhile, I wasn't thinking about her all the time anymore, and then the other day I realized what was happening with her at this time last year, and I am reminded of her. Not that she hasn't been on my mind a lot of the time...I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that I am able to think about things without breaking into tears. I miss her, though. Enough, already.
Dawn, 8:17 AM
