lists

I am trying to stay away from making lists, because, well, the literary value is not as good. But, I'm running low on time, and I have lists brewing in my muddled mind....

1. You can never have too many friends. It's also good to have friends that are mechanics, a/c repairmen, computer technicians, rich people, good looking people to look at, funny people, etc. I am currently in the market for an electrician, and a doctor would be awesome (for prescription samples.) Takers?

2. Your breath can never be too minty.

3. I love my job. The people are funny, smart, and hard working. Good times.

4. I have to go to work, so my list will be continued...

Ok, Carole, I'm back.

5. People do not think like I do. Or I do not think like them. Causes some confusion on my part.

6. You have to choose to be a big person. It doesn't just happen. I am trying.

7. Pay the extra $2 and order top shelf. I have learned this the hard way. Thank you, Johnny.

8. Seriously, Carole, I am fresh out. Let me think....I can't. I promise to be inspired soon.

I love Counting Crows. Adam Duritz is a poet. I have a few of their songs on my playlist. I could just put all their music on it, but I'm trying not to overwhelm anyone. Their music has such happiness and sadness in it...I love it. Very real life. So beautiful it makes me cry, but I don't know why. That is art.

Start tearing the old man down

Run past the heather and down to the old road

Start turning the grain into the ground

Roll a new leaf over

In the middle of the night, there's an old man treading around in the gathered rain

Well mister, if you're going to walk on water

Could you drop a line my way?

Omaha

Somewhere in middle America

Get right to the heart of matters

It's the heart that matters more

I think you better turn your ticket in

And get your money back at the door

Ryan Rossano

Our friend Ryan's battle with cancer finally ended last night. I do not know how to let a child go in that way. I don't know all the details of his passing, but I know he was at home with his family. Peace and mercy to them. That's all for now. I have things to say about death, but for now, it's enough to just honor Ryan with my sincere regard. He has done the inevitable. God bless him.

swag

Today my kids come home from camp! Yes! I need some noise.

I posted some stuff about "swag" on facebook and it seemed to confuse a few people. So, I think I'll elaborate.

Your swag is your attitude or vibe. If you have it, it's good. From what I understand, though, swag is best if it's fresh. Fresh swag. It's understandable, because I don't want to use yesterday's swag. You should put on fresh swag daily. Nothing worse than stale swag. Now you kids go out and have a good day.

It's Wednesday night. I am by myself, and that's ok, except I'm really bored. I was off today and my car, Belinda, was at Carlos' Auto Repair getting a new water pump or something. So I sat around all day. This is how it must feel to be a drug dealer. Just sitting all day. Sitting. I am going crazy.

I have things on my mind. I wonder about money or the lack there of, about my girls' going to school next month, about maybe taking on another job, will I be alone (and you know what I mean) a long time, will my kids be ok, etc. So many things.

I want to go to a concert. Counting Crows is coming next month, and I hope to go. I want to pay my bills and be happy. I want. I want a glass of wine. And that is what I am going to do. Love you, and sorry for my incoherence.

Kamron without the E.

Yesterday I chatted with my friend Mooney (Kamron Mooneyham) on facebook. Mooney is pictured below with his other Marine brothers in what I wish was a poster. They look so cool. They are so cool. Mooney is on the back left with a green shirt on. They are in Iraq.

Mooney graduated with my son Bradley and is one of his best friends. I have a Marine recruiting poster in my living room that was put up on Mooney's "going away to boot camp" party. It will stay up until he comes home.

I get to talk to Mooney sometimes, as I said, on facebook. This is such a privilege to me. I am so happy that he has access to Internet. He is bored a lot these days, and as Bradley said, I like a boring Middle East. But I also know that boredom means that there is time to think. Time to think about the people you love back home, to think about how much he wishes he was here, time to think about all the unspeakable what ifs. I know in my little life, thinking can be tedious. It's not good for me to sit around and think, so I cannot imagine being in Iraq enjoying some downtime with my freak mind.

So, I love you Mooney. I love all your boys in that picture, too. I wish you were all here in my living room. We would laugh and eat. A lot. We will soon.

Testosterone! I love it.

This is Mooney and boys in Iraq. I love Marines. Beautiful.

Independence

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness

Another day. I'm up early getting my turn on the computer. Once the girls get up, we go into a time grid. Very precise and no mercy. I need another computer.

This weekend is the 4th of July. Our little town has a parade and fireworks. I am working that day, so I won't see the parade. Shucks. (sarcasm) I honestly don't need to see those old men in Shriners hats riding around in those miniature cars again. No offense to them. They are enthusiastic, and that is more than I can say about myself.

That's about it. Something will strike me soon, and I'll type it here, and you will be impressed. Until then, have a nice day and Happy Birthday, Kay Lynn!