Finish the Sentence...

Saw this on a fellow blogger's site ( trusty ol' bookyeti ) and thought I'd adapt it again...I'm such a coattail dragger.

Those of you who read this blog should do the same...ya dig?

i feel: determined
i am a: lover
i am wearing: 'style-less' jeans and tank top
i hate: a messy house
my best friend is: Jehovah
i look: quizzical
i am often mistaken as being: self centered
i am becoming: a bit obsessed with fifties style
the song that is playing right now is: 83 by John Mayer
my favorite memories are: Disneyworld, my wedding, the birth of my children, and eating sushi for the first time
my worst memories are: those of family conflict
my favorite vacation place is: Disneyworld, of course
the song that best describes my life is: I'm a Woman by Peggy Lee
i want: to be loved
i am making: my children clean up the living room
i want to be: remembered by Jehovah and my family as someone who tried hard even if they didnt always succeed
i try hard to: get along with everyone while still stating my opinion freely; it's a very difficult thing
my fear is:not worth mentioning
my hopes are: to raise children who love Jehovah
i enjoy: peeling the labels off of bottles and putting them inside
when i get older, i: would love to donate my time on a intenational level
i am trying to decide: which Las Vegas hotel will best suit my romantic vacation plans in Oct
the leisure book i’m reading now is: The Brothers Karamozov and a Shakespeare Biography
little luxuries of mine are: Tide laundry detergent (the price warrants it a luxury, believe me) dvd's, expensive vitamins, a down comforter, imported beer
when i fall for someone, i: gush
one of my weakneses is: crying over songs, movies and the like
my favorite colour is: peacock blue
my favorite television shows are: Seinfeld, Lost, Paula's Home Cooking, GIlmore Girls, and a variety of talent shows
a person i adore is: my old man
places i would go in a heart-beat are: Disneyworld, just about anywhere in Europe, Books a Million, and the movies.
the person that i’m thinking about is: bookyeti, who i really don't know and wish I did
i love the way: my 2 year old's mouth turns into a little 'o' when he sees something exciting
i hate the way: my jeans fold up at the waist after sitting
a vexation of mine is : people who don't respect the car seat law
my favorite time of the day is: dawn
summer time is: the smell of parched grass seeds, which reminds me of baking bread
i try to block out: the disdain of my fellow man
my life is: perfect for me
my favorite season is: summertime (sing it Janice!)
after school, i: watched Little House on the Prairie and Inspector Gadget
one thing i can’t be happy without is: cleanliness
i’m trying to:be more patient
it hurts when: something you say is misconstrued and people refuse to listen to or believe an explanation
like my father always says: everyone must see The Black Stallion at least once
the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do was: defend myself
i need: to be held at least once a day
before bed i: whisper 'I love you'
the first thing i do in the morning is: work out
the best thing about life is: love and showing it
i never knew that: i could use power tools
my room is: horrendously unfinished
i cannot: whistle
i love going to: the theater or a book store
I dislike: most tv dramas
i cry when: scout sees boo
it’s: a shame there were not more good 'winnie the pooh' movies
i love the movie: Urban Cowboy
i am feeling: a crick in my neck from holding the phone like I am
i listen to: the song Wagon Wheel every day
something that makes me smile is: the knowledge of an inside joke
something about a person that attracts me is: when they don't take themselves too seriously...and a regard for human frailty
love is: was an underrated song by Alannah Myles
traveling is: therapeutic
it is time to: get back to work
i'm ticked off because: I didnt buy airfare to Las Vegas when it was cheap!

Singing and Sal and Pickles...OH My!

I wanted to donate a whole entry to Sal.

Sal is a gentleman who was singing Karoke at Yosemite Sams in Memphis last Saturday night. Karaoke is one of my favorite ways to spend an evening. There is no end of entertainment when slightly inebriated patrons of a bar decide they have developed great vocal skills with each swig of Jager. They really pour their hearts into it too. I have to admit, I don't need to drink to make a fool of myself though and I got the impression that Sal was of my sort. He was really feelin' it, as you can sort of see from the picture.

The crazy thing about Sal is that somehow, each time he belted out a ditty it sounded as if he had some type of crazy echoing effect on his voice. You couldnt understand a word he said but the effect on his vocal was mezermizing. We are still trying to figure it out. It wasnt the mike...believe me, I used it. Somehow, it's just something he could do. Wow. Bravo, Sal. Bravo.

In conclusion, I'd like to add a link to one of the most hysterical things I've seen in a while. THIS, my friends, is why we are all guilty of enjoying reality tv at one time or another. Without reality tv and it's blatant desire to humiliate, we could never have the pleasure of the following:

http://www.break.com/index/maurypickle.html

( I can't help but think Maury will have to follow this one up. Perhaps the girl will be wanting to address her problem and have a good heart to heart with the Vlasic Stork. )

...dreams of Harbortown

For the last weekend of June, I took a little hiatus of sorts to the place of me birth, Memphis Tn. Since I was there longer, I was able to spend more time with friends and family as well as taking a much needed break from caring for my own house and wifework.
I also got to do something I've always wanted to do: Take a little tour through the streets of midtown and luxuriant harbortown. The houses there are my ideal houses. Some of them are very New England in style, with pristine paint jobs and perfect lawns.
Some have a 'cottagey' appearance and some are just the quintessential southern shotgun houses.


In Midtown, the houses are somewhat spotty. You'll have a street full of trashy worn out dwellings exactly one street over from some of the beautiful houses here pictured. It's one of the only cities in which the slums are within spitting distance of the upper class and in my opinion it's probably the reason there is so much crime. There have been nine murders since the beginning of June and there were three more while I was there. The city is a little on edge due to this activity and you feel it. People are defensive and blatantly predjudicial-quite sad.

But Harbortown is like a nonexistent fairy tale community. It pays heavily for its security and its riverfront location as I'm sure its resident do as well. But the result is a stunning group of individually beautiful and unique houses with hankerchief lawns and brick lined streets. There are tiny parks with lovely gazebos, gourmet food stores that charge 3.00 for a bottle of water, apartment buildings that rival anything seen in the French Quarter, and New Orleans style Mansions sitting directly next door to houses that look like they're literally made of gingerbread.
It's fun to imagine what the insides look like.

The city of Memphis is also much improved over the memphis I left in 1995. It has been cleaned up and added a few great hotels and attractions to its downtown area. Sunday, we visited Peabody Place to see the Disney movie Cars and were able to enjoy Tower Records right after-which is very nice. (Incidentally, Cars is a big disappointment for Pixar. It was shallow and mostly unfunny...I'd rate it 6/10 mainly due to Paul Newman, Larry the Cable Guy's silly ol' Towtruck, and the lovely desert landscapes.)

Regardless, I'd never want to live there. I enjoy my country home and I actually enjoy visiting Nashville when it comes to choosing a big city. It has a more comfortable laid back feel to it, in my opinion.

Home Sweet Home and all that bunk.