Wednesday, April 26, 2006
My Great Grandmother...
There are plenty of things that I will always remember about mom-mom, things that I associated with her every time that I saw her:
The way that she sat in the corner of a room and tried to be as far away from the center of attention as possible
Her dresses were always the same, never fancy but picture perfect in my mind for what only the best great grandmothers would wear
The way she would laugh when you made a goofy joke that only a grandmother could appreciate
The way that her whiskers would scratch my face when I kissed her hello or goodbye…
Every Christmas she would slip that little white envelope to you with your present in it. (This always meant so much to me because I know how hard she had worked her whole life for every dime her and pop-pop earned)
The way that even if the house was burning down around us it probably wouldn’t have been warm enough
Those are moments that were guaranteed every time that I saw her but some of the most memorable moments were times when she spoke of pop-pop. I don’t have any memories of him and only know him through stories from my parents and a few old black and white pictures of him and his tractor. I knew that their relationship was special though, the kind that you rarely see in our modern society. On a few occasions she would say how he used to do this or used to do that. The content of the stories wasn’t so inspiring as much as the way she spoke of him. There was a love in her voice that I will never forget.
I love you and miss you mom-mom.
The way that she sat in the corner of a room and tried to be as far away from the center of attention as possible
Her dresses were always the same, never fancy but picture perfect in my mind for what only the best great grandmothers would wear
The way she would laugh when you made a goofy joke that only a grandmother could appreciate
The way that her whiskers would scratch my face when I kissed her hello or goodbye…
Every Christmas she would slip that little white envelope to you with your present in it. (This always meant so much to me because I know how hard she had worked her whole life for every dime her and pop-pop earned)
The way that even if the house was burning down around us it probably wouldn’t have been warm enough
Those are moments that were guaranteed every time that I saw her but some of the most memorable moments were times when she spoke of pop-pop. I don’t have any memories of him and only know him through stories from my parents and a few old black and white pictures of him and his tractor. I knew that their relationship was special though, the kind that you rarely see in our modern society. On a few occasions she would say how he used to do this or used to do that. The content of the stories wasn’t so inspiring as much as the way she spoke of him. There was a love in her voice that I will never forget.
I love you and miss you mom-mom.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Late night blogs are not safe...
So it's 1:10 A.M. I just got back from another great night of hanging out with my friends. Whenever you are at AG's house there are several things that you MUST do:
Karaoke when her Grandfather is coming home.
Low card truth or dare (Jo Jo will lose every time),
Weird conversations and a few semi awkward moments,
Arguments oveer what to ask during low card truth or dare,
Car pool because it is in Pittsville,
Finish it all off with a pretty deep conversation about deep fears and insecurities.
Another successful night out or the[edge] group again.
Remember my fear guys? I think nights like tonight take me a little further away from it...
Alright, 1:27 A.M. 17 Minutes to write a blog. Not bad, not bad at all.
Karaoke when her Grandfather is coming home.
Low card truth or dare (Jo Jo will lose every time),
Weird conversations and a few semi awkward moments,
Arguments oveer what to ask during low card truth or dare,
Car pool because it is in Pittsville,
Finish it all off with a pretty deep conversation about deep fears and insecurities.
Another successful night out or the[edge] group again.
Remember my fear guys? I think nights like tonight take me a little further away from it...
Alright, 1:27 A.M. 17 Minutes to write a blog. Not bad, not bad at all.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Short and Sweet
I love my friends and family.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
My Thursdays are like everyone elses Fridays!
For any of you who aren't aware of my work schedule I will enlighten you. I am a Monday thru Friday guy. The good thing though is that on Monday thru Thursday I work nine hour days (Plus a 1/2 hour UNPAID!!! for lunch). For all of you math majors out there that leaves 4 hours left for Friday to equal a grand total of 40 hours. The great thing about this is that really if we're honest about it working 4 hours on a Friday isn't a big deal at all. It is basically like having every weekend be a three day weekend. I thoroughly enjoy this "perk" of my job and as I see that the clock is approaching 2:30 P.M. I know that soon my weekend will have arrived.
Sorry if this seems too much like I am rubbing it in your face. That is definitely not my intention, I am simply letting you in on one of the simple joys of my life.
Sorry if this seems too much like I am rubbing it in your face. That is definitely not my intention, I am simply letting you in on one of the simple joys of my life.
Monday, April 10, 2006
I'm sorry
Well I've been an embarrassment to bloggers everywhere this last week or so. I apologize for that. Lets see what is blogworthy that I can talk about... I've got it!
O.K. for all of us that are in this transition phase of life right now hopefully you can relate to me on this one. Often when I speak to older people (keep in mind that I am 24 and that age is relative) I may say that I plan on doing something next week such as going on a trip or doing something kind of dangerous (but not really to me because danger is also relative). The response that I get more often than not is, "well, better do it now while you still can." I'll be honest, everytime I here someone say this my heels dig in a little inside and I just think, "NO WAY! THAT WILL NEVER BE ME!" Maybe this is just stubborn youth but I hope that the future doesn't just hold thoughts of the good old days when I was able to actually do something and feel a little more alive.
I hope that I don't sound as though I am complaining I don't think that I am and I know those people have nothing but the best intentions. I am extremely grateful for the people in my life.
Hopefully I will be a little more regular in the blogposting in upcoming weeks.
O.K. for all of us that are in this transition phase of life right now hopefully you can relate to me on this one. Often when I speak to older people (keep in mind that I am 24 and that age is relative) I may say that I plan on doing something next week such as going on a trip or doing something kind of dangerous (but not really to me because danger is also relative). The response that I get more often than not is, "well, better do it now while you still can." I'll be honest, everytime I here someone say this my heels dig in a little inside and I just think, "NO WAY! THAT WILL NEVER BE ME!" Maybe this is just stubborn youth but I hope that the future doesn't just hold thoughts of the good old days when I was able to actually do something and feel a little more alive.
I hope that I don't sound as though I am complaining I don't think that I am and I know those people have nothing but the best intentions. I am extremely grateful for the people in my life.
Hopefully I will be a little more regular in the blogposting in upcoming weeks.