It's me.’s Neighborhood

• 13:49 It just started pouring here. Big time rain. #
• 14:02 Pink Jesus, slow computer! You will be the death of me! Grrrrrr! #
• 16:30 Getting ready so I can meet Natalie and Cindy from Canada at the Chuy's in The Woodlands along with Mark and Lisa. Should be fun! #
• 20:44 Packing my stuff so I can spend the night at Natalie's and not drive back down there tomorrow. Unexpected phone calls rock! #
• 21:48 People who stop on the freeway to watch the fireworks should be shot. #
• 22:06 At Natalie's with a bunch of chicas. I think I am going to have a screwdriver. #

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I've been wondering lately about the ways that people can enter your life, what they do when they are knocking around in there, and how they leave it.

There are probably people out there you've had a lifelong experience with who is pretty much forgettable.  Maybe they are boring, maybe they bug you.  Maybe they're an employee at your parent's business, or maybe they are a faraway relative who sends you a card once a year.  I doubt you'd ever tell them that they are disposable, but once they are out of your life you don't even notice.

Then there are the people who, in the grand scheme of things, are just a blip on the radar of your life, but completely unforgettable.  Before I even hit kindergarten I was taking dance lessons, and I remember one assistant teacher, who was there maybe three times.  Her name was Miss Pepper and she had gorgeous, long, long hair down to her bum.  Because of this mane she was our "dragon" and we followed behind her in our Dragon Dance.  Thirty years later, I still can't believe I remember what she looks like.

I remember a little boy who used to take the Valentines I sent him and cram them under his pillow so he could sleep with them every night.  He's much older now, probably dating, getting zits, driving a car.  Does he remember me?

I remember a woman who came into the store I was managing, and giving her a hug as she cried over the news that her daughter was just diagnosed with epilepsy.  Does she remember how I held her up?  Probably not, she barely seemed to know I was even there at the time.  Would Stewart Copeland remember me as a crazed flag waver if I introduced myself to him as one?  Even though we made eye contact and pointed at each other, hundreds of concerts, too many redheads, and so many flashes of green... I doubt it.  Yet here I am, remembering all of this right now.

What about the folks that helped me down out of my seat when I flipped out with vertigo at the Elton John/Billy Joel concert?  I suppose they don't know I remember them and yet I'm still thankful for what they did. 

So many ways that we can affect people, so many small ways, and we don't even know it.   It's almost frightening to think that we might have to be on our best behaviour all the time, just in case.  I guess it's our own memories, though, that we really should be worrying about, and not trying to guess when we'll be in someone else's.

You know that feeling when you are so focused on where you are going in life that you feel like you are rushing and running all the time?  When you finally look back to see where it is that  you came from you realize how far you have actually made it.  Not just relationships and material things, but most importantly spirituality and personal growth. This is my state of mind today.  I am seeing the things that I have wanted so badly and for so long finally become reality.  I never thought I would actually allow myself a moment to appreciate what it took for me to even get this far becuase I am always so focused on what is next.  On the surface, my life may appear like it has  always been easy because I am a person who really loves life and enjoys new experiences to their fullest extent, and am most generally happy.  Nothing could be farther from the truth, but I choose not to think and dwell on a less than normal childhood and rebellious teenage years life, or the fact that I don't have a real connection with either of my parents.  It has taken a lot of personal struggle to come to a place where I allow myself ot love myself enough to believe in myself and now that I do I am a stronger person because of it.  As hard as it was making it to my twenties, I would not change a single thing about my past.  It has defined who I am , and for that I can always be thankful.  It has also made me appreciate relationships more than most people probably do.  When I love you and open up to, I am true and loyal. It just takes a lot for me to get to that place. Once I do I am there through whatever.  I guess I am just reflecting on the last two years of my life and everything that has occurred in that time. (e.g.  "Me,you, and Carrie Dilley!".) The experiences I  have had and relationships of every kind that I have built and kept have helped me to learn and grow so much, I will never forget any of it.  Thanks.

• 13:50 Eating a bologna sandwich and talking to @jeffbalke. #
• 14:02 Sure. I'm on lunch for 30 more minutes! #
• 14:21 The Nintendo WFC hates @maslowbeer and me. #
• 14:47 Just kicked @maslowbeer's ass on Mario Kart! Shame I can't stay and dish out more punishment, but work calls! #
• 16:57 Heading to get a UHaul (Mom's driving) so I can get the mattress that I bought from Jennifer. It's soooooo comfy. #
• 17:32 New photo on Flickr: Sweet Pea tinyurl.com/5sbwd9 #
• 19:57 Home. Time to eat and then unload the U-Haul. #
• 21:22 Old bed moved from room, new bed moved from U-Haul to room, old bed now in U-Haul. I am going to pass out. #

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It's ironic that his name is Sweet Pea if he bites.

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Show us a puppy.

Quincy, Ten Weeks

• 03:31 Feeling kind of stupid. In bed, listening to Sting; Ambien should be kicking in soon. #
• 19:02 A little bummed that Friday is a holiday since it's my day off work for working Sundays. #
• 22:59 Had a great call with my boy and feeling better. Watching Waxwork II: Lost in Time (tinyurl.com/494eq9) until Ambien/bedtime. #
• 23:34 Talking to @cachanchan. I <3 her so hard. #
• 00:47 The Ambien has definitely kicked in. Bed time. Good night, Twitterverse! #

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• 13:22 @Solburn: OMG! If someone made that into a t-shirt, I would wear it constantly. For y'all's safety, of course. #
• 14:50 A little messed up over some health news about someone that I found out this weekend. Crying some. #
• 18:33 Dinner with Foxy, Shelly, and Jim tonight. Kind of want to go to Sambuca afterwards. Any takers? #
• 21:41 A Sambuca, sitting with Jim Henkel and Allen Hill, waiting on @jeffbalke and Allison. #

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In honor of Canada Day, show us your favorite Canadian.

For crying out loud, spell it FAVOURITE if you are going to use the word to refer to Canadians. 

Anyway...

My favourite Canadian would be very hard to choose, seeing as most of the people I love the most live in this beautiful country.  My favourite famous Canadian would have to be, without a doubt, Margaret Atwood.

An Interview with Margaret Atwood

I was "assigned" her in History class, mainly because I believe Mo thought it would be funny to make me a feminist, and got hooked on her stories.  I don't think Mo created anything in me that wasn't there already but he might have given me an outlet to unleash it.  In those years since high school I've been an avid fan, even writing songs inspired by her writing.  This one is the longest song (8 minutes, two time signatures and several movements) and is named after a phrase in "Alias Grace".

Celebrated Murderess - Michelle Southern

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I've just returned back home from visiting the place where I grew up:

A small town where most of the cars still have six-digit license plate numbers but is big enough to be infected with the current epidemic of never using the car's signals. 

A place where I discover I still have buttons, and that others can decide which ones to push and do so, regardless of how I feel about it. 

A town where unwanted and specifically denied headstones pop up out of cemetery ground, bearing your name, while you are still alive.

It's so nice to be back here at home.