Thought for the day: Best Day Of My Life
Listening to: “To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect” ― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
My dear friend Rick and I had a long discussion about expectations last night………. no not what you’re thinking. He had recently listened to a sermon about the need to live in a constant state of expectancy no matter how long it takes to achieve your goals/dreams. We then took turns sharing recent experiences where we had been blessed because of high expectations. It was a feel-good conversation and I left with a positive attitude. When I logged on to Facebook this morning, the first status update I saw from one of my friends was, “Expectation equals disappointment.” I thought to myself, “Yeah this is more in line with my thinking.” It wiped out my positive attitude from last night (y’all don’t realize how much you impact me via social media). Later in the day I set out in the sun for a 4 mile walk. Driveway after driveway, I saw this advertisement. Sure it is a store’s slogan, but it screamed at me and hurtled me back into the positive zone. So, for now, I’m back to living a life of expectancy. It’ll probably take another 30 years before I’m married to Liam Neeson, have a fireplace, a daily supply of Tootsie Rolls, and a million bucks in the ole bank account, but so be it. Y’all with me?
Thought for the day: The dog wags his tail, not for you, but for your breed. – Portuguese Proverb
Listening to: Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah (I saw a beautiful bright blue bird today and immediately began singing this)
My phone camera is terrible, but occasionally I capture a moment that would be almost impossible to ruin. This photo was taken at the Old Hickory Post Office. I tried talking to the pooch, but he’d have none of it. He was devoted to making sure his human was going to return.
I’ve been extremely upset by the stray dog situation in Sochi and the Russian government’s response to it. Today I read an article about how many athletes are rescuing the strays. It is so awesome to see that so many of our world’s athletes are not just champions in their given disciplines, but are also champions at being humans. I have no doubt most of those dogs being rescued will wait on their humans just like the post office dog.
Listening to: Someone Saved My Life Tonight………… sugar bear
Thought for the day: Happy 3-day weekend eve!!! I wish I could bottle this feeling.
When I was in the 7th grade, our student council sold candy grams on Valentine’s Day to raise money. Each candy gram came with a blow pop sucker and a piece of paper like this one. I think the candy grams were .50 cents. I saved all of the paper evidence (suckers are long gone obviously). The one in today’s photo was one of my most treasured ones. Brian Jernigan. I was in love (as were many of my friends). Yes sireee. OMSV (oh my St. Valentine) I was so excited when I received Brian’s candy gram. Oh to be young again and feel that excitement. Much to my disappointment, however, nothing ever came of the candy gram. Brian and I never were boyfriend and girlfriend. Oh my breaking heart! In retrospect, the possibility that something might happen (because I received a candy gram) was probably better than something actually happening.
I saw Brian a few years ago at a multi-year class reunion. Though he is still very handsome, there was not a drop of 7th grade lust left in my heart. None. Nada. It is possible to say that Brian was one of my earliest unfulfilled wishes. As odd as it may be I give thanks to unfulfilled wishes on this Valentine’s Day because it is a day when people like me (single) spend a lot of time wishing for a significant other.
Listening to: With a Little Help from My Friends
Thought for the day: “And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country.” ~John F. Kennedy
Throwback Thursday #TBT – 2004
Me with Darren Jernigan: former neighbor, former councilman, and forever friend and hero.
Recently Darren decided to vacate his position as the Nashville-Davidson County Metro Council District 11 representative (my representative) to fully concentrate on his role as the Tennessee General Assembly District 60 representative (not my representative). I’ve been in denial since he made the announcement and really didn’t want to accept the change. I temporarily took up residency in that seedy town called Denialville. It’s warm and fuzzy there, ya know. Life, as life often does, shoved me out of Denialville this past week as candidates began announcing their intention to run for Darren’s vacated seat (election is in August). It has been difficult for me to let go. Darren embodies the American spirit like no other person I know and his “can do attitude” is Yoda-esque. I mean, who wouldn’t want someone like Darren on the other end of the phone when you have to make the “my neighbor has 10 refrigerators on his porch” kind of call?
I look forward to watching Darren, Michelle (his wife), and their wonderful family continue to expand their influence in the political world. They are very special people with a lot to give. With that said, THANK YOU Darren for your continued commitment to making our world a better place and thank you for your years of help and support as my councilman and friend!
Listening to: One Sweet Day
Thought for the day: #26 – Don’t shine so others can see you. Shine so that through you others can see Him. – from the Pinerest page of Leighton Williams
Today is the birthday of one of my childhood friends, Kelly Dean-Hollister. Simply put, Kelly and her two daughters, Leighton and Ashton, inspire me on daily basis to be a better person in how I live and love. The Make a Wish Foundation was Leighton’s choice of charity before she went to be with our Lord late last fall. Today I made a donation in honor of Kelly’s birthday to thank her, Ashton, and the legacy left by Leighton for setting an example of the person I need to strive to be. Happy Birthday Kelly!
Listening to: Killer Queen
Thought for the day: Day 42!!! The Ultimate Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything!
Womanalls Y’all! I think it’s probably safe to say that most of us have more clothes than we need. This morning I stood in front of a ridiculously full closet unable to make a decision. Of the multitude of choices I have, I chose something I wear weekly. Why is that? Then, I thought about what the DuPont-Old Hickory box factory women were required to wear in 1918. (Their uniform instructions along with a photo are my photo today._ In honor of these women, I am going to try and branch out and wear more of my clothes because I can………..….or give them away.
womanall invoice resource – Lou Cretia Owen Papers – Tennessee State Library and Archives
box factory women photo – Hagley Museum and Library
Listening to: I Smile
Thought for the day: The only bad workout is the one that didn’t happen.
I can honestly say I contributed nothing to society today except a bunch of gas and dead skin. All I wanted to do was eat fried chicken and nap. On my way home from work Armageddon broke out in my head over whether exercise in any form was going to happen. At some point during the negotiations between the disciplined Kris and the slug Kris a rational voice said, “Get on the spin bike for 15 minutes……that’s it and then you can quit.” So, I did. Guess what? Fifteen minutes turned into an hour. I felt completely renewed afterward and fried chicken-nap girl was no where to be found. Exercise truly is a powerful thing.
Today’s photo is my view from the spin bike which consists of an iPad and the skunked-up Pearl girl as she dutifully makes sure the spin bike doesn’t take off without her.
Listening to: I Want to Hold Your Hand
Thought for the day: There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done. Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. It’s easy.
Today is the 50th anniversary of the Beatles’ first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show. I wasn’t born yet and am too young to know what Beatle mania was like at its height. My earliest memories of the group involve choreographing a dance routine to “When I’m 64” and being fascinated by the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. I’ve never been a screaming fan girl of anyone or any group. Had I lived during the early years of the Beatles, however, I am pretty sure I would have been sucked up body and soul by the Paul, Ringo, George, and John hype. So, in the spirit of things, you know me…………..I had to “Forrest Gump” the situation and put myself in the thick of things! My apologies to the woman whose face I replaced with my own. She probably invented the cure for some major illness or something and my karma jut went down 30 points.
Listening to: I Will Survive
Thought for the day: One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you’re feeling blue is that he doesn’t try to find out why. ~Author Unknown
I spent some time with a friend today whose first question for me was, “SO WHAT IS NEW WITH YOU?” I said, “Nothing. My life is SOOOOO boring. How about you?” She then shared a horrific story with me about something the father of her son has done (they are not married and are somewhat estranged). The father is now in jail for his actions. I said, “I will NEVER complain about my life being boring again!!!!” After parting ways, I couldn’t shake the sadness I felt for her. When I got home I decided I’d try to eviscerate the feeling with some good old walking therapy. Said therapy turned into a 5 mile walk with a good bit of running. Along the way, I ran into at least 6 dogs that seemed to instinctively zero in on me like they knew I needed more than just walking therapy. Dogs know. Today’s photo is of one of the dogs, a St. Bernard to be exact. The dog rested his/her head on my arm and gazed at me for a long time as if to urge me to let go of my sadness. Walking therapy is awesome, but dog therapy priceless.
Listening to: Heart & Soul
Thought for the day: Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious. ~Peter Ustinov
YIPEEE! Is that a TARDIS on the roof of that warehouse under construction next to the building where I work? Uhhh… NO. It’s Port-a-Potty. Go ahead. Let your imagination run wild. You know you went there and asked yourself, “Could I do my “business” in that thing?” Today, I asked the mechanics that I work with if they would use the penthouse Port-a-Potty. They are the port-a-potty experts and their experiences and stories are Shakespeare-esque…….you know tragedy and comedy. Yes, there are tip over stories. Most of the mechanics said they’d use the penthouse Port-a-Potty. Then we started speculating a liiiiittttle too much about what could go wrong and the conversation went downhill FAST. I’ll spare you.
Me? I’m not squeamish about port-a-potties. This one though? ELEVATOR PLEASE!!!!
NOTE: Former DuPont coworkers, this is the warehouse going up where the administration building and parking lot use to be.