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Friday, March 28
Kimberly, had a post the other day and sorta touched on the topic of lyrics and music, and how they mean a lot to her. Well I have to agree 100%. They mean everything to me. I like all kinds of music, from Hardcore Punk, to Gospel. If it grabs me, I like it. It's got to have that "something" about it, that makes me want more. So, driving with me is interesting because I listen to all sorts of stuff. First Offspring, then some Madball, or Blood for Blood, then slap in the Pulp Fiction soundtrack...then the radio for a bit, move around the stations see what's playing. Then back to a CD. Recently I got a few different CD's, and one was the "O Brother Where Art Thou?" Soundtrack. It has some really good songs on it. Mostly, Deep South style, bluesy, bluegrass type stuff. I'm not really sure what to call it. But man, it's great. There is this one song that gives me chills, and this morning brought tears to my eyes. I don't know how to explain the way this song makes me feel. It's not a sad feeling, or happy, just....like...WOW. It's called "O Death", by Ralph Stanley. I'm going to read up more on him. For now, I'll share the lyrics to the song.
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
Thursday, March 27
One of my coworkers is leaving for maternity leave soon. Actually Friday will most likely be her last day. She's planning on taking 3 months. Man oh man am I gonna miss her. She is the only one that understands, and stands behind me. With her gone, I can see my boss getting a little more crazy. She will be doing a lot of her work while she's gone. So will I for that matter. But see, I like lots of work. Not at the time I'm doing it, but after, in the end it's so rewarding to finally complete a project. My boss can't walk and chew gum at the same time. She's going thru "the change of life", so on and so on. Working with women is SO damn hard. The drama that goes with it is for the birds. I'd rather work with a bunch of men any day.
We are having a "status" meeting in about 30 minutes. It'll be interesting to see how it goes. My boss doesn't want me doing anything other than helping her. Not helping anyone else, or the company. Just her. She says that's what I was hired for. Then HER boss (the big guy) comes in the other day to my office and tells me, "I don't want to see you only doing data entry, smart people go crazy from doing that all day", "I don't want that to happen, we need to get you trained on doing other things". I'm all for it. I need a good challenge now and then. In this meeting, my coworker that is leaving will be delegating her duties to my boss, another coworker, and myself. I'm anxious to see how it turns out. Hopefully I'll have a couple new jobs to do. But I have this feeling my boss will try to take all of the extra duties just so I'm not bogged down with them. My coworker doesn't seem to think she can handle the jobs. Man, what a joke. I am 31 years old right? I didn't wake up and I'm still in High School right? Cuz damn it sure feels like it.
In other news....my husband came home last night from band practice. Kinda late, I was sound asleep. He comes over to me, starts whispering in my ear, "remember that car next door to Kevins (his singer in the band) house", I mumbled..."yeah..." "well they want to get rid of it". (every time we've been there, it's been covered). he then says, "guess what kind of car it is?"... I'm thinking ohhh lord what now....he says "it's a 1950 Mercury".......HOLY SHIT. WHAT did you just say?!?!?!? My husband has some money coming to him from his last job, and he's thinking about getting a project car. He really wants a 55 Chevy truck or something....but me. I've always wanted a 57 Chevy or a 50' Merc.....I can't belive that car under the cover this whole time was my dream car. I just said "WOW" and rolled back over and went to sleep. I know better than to get all excited over things he tells me, until they actually come true. He gets really excited at the drop of a hat, then gets let down. So...I have my fingers crossed. I had to just send him a e-mail asking about the car, wondering if I dreamt that conversation. I hope it comes true. I'll see If I can find a picture of one and I'll post it. They make my heart flutter. Seriously. It's the tomboy in me!!!
Wednesday, March 26
Pic of the day
Tuesday, March 25
I have an idea to end this war FAST. Why don't we just do a sweep, pick up all the cool people, leave the other idiots, then blast the place to smithereens!!!! I mean we are gonna help them rebuild after this things over anyway. So...why not just like put a roach bomb on the little maggots and call this war done. Yeah well I know that won't work, but it's a damn good idea. At least I think so. Ok, enough of that.
On Monster Garage last night, Jesse and his crew fricken failed another mission. Jesse's right though, the car was "doomed" from the beginning. They were trying to take a Mazda something or other, and change it into a "Doom Buggy"...(sand dune buggy). It had Nitros and everything. But...it sucked. Totally sucked. Sometimes right from the get-go I can tell things aren't going too well. The end was cool though, Jesse took the car and blasted it with a huge ole machine gun. Coolest part of the whole show actually.
I had to see my Father on Saturday. It was my nephews 5th birthday, and my parents had him for the day. So I went into town and stopped by to see the little sweetie, and give him his presents. I had the most wonderful pleasure of seeing my pops. YUCK. I dread it every time. Always wonder how pissed he'll make me this time. It wasn't so bad actually. I took the wedding picture proofs for my parents to see, and pick out a couple. Of course my dad wanted all three they picked out in 11 x 17" and those are over $100 a piece. So I told him, "yeah nice try, pick again". I have NO problem telling that ass how I feel. Maybe that's why I don't feel so bad after this trip, I didn't take any shit, and either did my mother. I'm really proud of her this time, she told him "hey lose the attitude will ya?". GEEZE that man. Its really hard to explain how he makes me feel. Someday I might be able to put it into words. But for now, lets just say....he wouldn't be one of the "cool people" in the war. HE would get left behind for sure!!!!
Sunday, March 23
I just gotta stop watching the news. Shit. They just showed that still picture of the four of our guys shot. FUCK. Tore me up. I have this feeling in my gut thats almost like I'm having to keep looking over my shoulder. Just like at any second something is going to happen. It's just the anxiety of it all. We were kickin' back the other night talking with a friend of ours that has a son in the Marines. He hasn't talked to him in over 30 days. And is just pacing the floor. Man, I think I'm freaked out just by watching the news, and listening to all the bullshit going on, he has a gosh damn SON over there fighting for us. Geeze. Then I see that fucking picture of those four shot, and I fucking lose it. It pissed me off and made me sad all at the same time.
On a bit of a lighter note work should be a tad mellower after about noon time tomorrow. We are just about to wrap up month end. It's such a feeling of relief when that happens. Nothing much else going on really. Just work work work, and this damned war. Oh well I take that back I did go and see my nephew Saturday for his birthday. He loves race cars, and in May, Infineon Raceway (used to be Sear's Point) is having some drag races, and I'm hoping things work out and I'm going to take him. I'm pretty sure it'll happen. It's a nostalgia drag race where all the cars are oldies. YAY. So damn cool. Gives us something to look forward to. Once I get a scanner going here at home, I'll start posting some pics of stuff. Well, I'm off to watch my latest Costco score, "Bronx Tale" DVD. Only $6.99. Yep, love that Costco.
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