I got some much needing hang out time with Kylie last night. I forgot how much our pixie time energizes me. We also realized that whenever we "hang out" it means certain things.
1. we eat...last night we had some perogies (YUM). 2. we burp...(gasp! girls who burp? Get over it...we burp and we burp loudly.) 3. we talk about music and the latest mix tape that Kylie is making (one of the many reasons that I love her...she makes mix TAPES.). 4. we look at and plan future books to make (my book making has gotten decidedly better since I've known her.). 5. we plan what songs Smurf Crack should cover (it's our band that eventually will come together.). 6. we watch a New Kids on the Block video and sit like school girls and reminisce of our youth (Go ahead...hit me with you best shot on this one...I don't care.).
So, yes. "Hanging Out" is just our excuse to sit and watch New Kids on the Block together.
Did I mention that I love mix CDs? I love them. I love to have people make me a CD. I love to find out what they enjoy and what they think that I will enjoy. They're always right. There has never been a gift of music that I've hated. The best thing about mix CDs is that a little bit of personality from the person who made it bleeds into the mix and as a result I can help but see them dancing and singing along.
LOST was a fun recap last night. But the kabobs, charcoal, peanut butter pie and laughter was the highlight of the evening. Our LOST family has grown by two and we had a collective effort in preparing kabobs which resulted in family cooking in the kitchen. The best conversations happen in the kitchen and nothin' says family more than kitchen discussion. It reminds me of something that Kahlil Gibran said in The Prophet, "And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." So I say thank you to my friends for refreshing my heart and sharing in my life. You are very special to me.
7 days until vacation. And riding around with the windows rolled down on a day like today makes me extremely impatient. LET THE COUNTDOWN CONTINUE.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Wednesday means LOST. LOST means hanging out with my favorite people, eating incredible food, and enjoying the friendships that God has blessed me with. I can't wait.
And the vacation is 9 days away. I'm really becoming giddy. I've begun to make lists of songs that I will fashion into cd mixes for the drive to Aiken (to pick up the roomie) and then to Charleston. This also means commissioning those with a love of music to compile a little something for me. I love surprise music with fresh ears especially on a road trip.
I think my most favorite time of the day is right as you begin to wake up, but aren't fully awake. Everything is fuzzy and stretches seem to make the body feel more comfortable than ever. Then...to just lie in bed for a few extra minutes. It feels like time doesn't move then. No thoughts dance in my head except for how good the day feels right now. I love how the room glows with the early morning light and how my cat stretches along with me and then begins to emit low rumble purrs of comfort. Yeah, I like that part of the day the best.
So this week has been and continues to be extremely busy. For some reason I chose to schedule everything this week. I don't do it too often so I suppose it'll be okay. I just got back from taking pictures of Lil' G Wilson. I originally told Meg to schedule for 2 hours...but G was such a professional that it only took about 30 minutes. I'm looking forward to a trip to Clemson to have them developed.
And now, Carol and I are getting ready to go to The Fox to see The Atlanta Ballet's production of Cinderella. We are on the "Let's go to Atlanta Once a Month to See Something at The Fox" program. So far so good.
The pollen outside is massive. As I drove down the road I thought that I saw a small mammal scurrying across the road...but it was a large clump of pollen rolling across the way as though it were an old west movie. I examined my surroundings and soon realized that the sky was too blue, my peripheral vision saw too much green, and I lacked the proper attire for it to be a one horse town of the year 1885.
My car, Pippin, and I spent some quality time together this morning. It was time for his oil change. And I decided that he needed a bath considering that he was covered in the remains of the tumblepollen. While I was at it, I cleaned his interior, vacuumed his carpets, windexed his windows, and got out the turtle wax as well. He stayed starry night black for about 2 hours and then was once again assaulted by the pollen. I suppose I needed that quality time to Pippin and myself. He doesn't talk all that much considering that he's an inanimate object. His manners give me the proper time to think, daydream, and hum and sing. The latter, I'm glad he can't comment on.
The thoughts that consumed me were that of a vacation that I'll be taking in May. It will only be 5 days, but I haven't had a vacation in 3 years. The last time I remember being so excited for a vacation was 1st week at Myrtle Beach following my graduation from high school. Haley and I will be venturing to Charleston for 5 days. I can't wait to just mosey down the streets with my Graflex and Canon around my neck with no rush and all the time in the world to photograph. I can't wait to just hang out with Haley. She'll be getting married in November...so these are moments to treasure with my roommate of 4 years. I can't wait for there to be no alarm clock for 5 days. I can't wait to go to Market St. and take my time. I can't wait to walk down the battery. I'm just excited.
The air outside is downright delectable. That's right...good enough to eat. Perfect jean and t-shirt weather.
In other news, I got this... in the mail. I saw it in Athens a while back, but was unwilling to pay $40 for it. I searched and searched and found it on eBay for $3. Now excuse me, as I rock the rock of the Frampton buckle around town.
Lee: "Hey, You wanna go see Mute Math with us in Atlanta?"
Lee: "Mute Math."
Forgive me of my ignorance. I was sufficiently rocked last night by a band that I had never heard of. You have to love surprises like that. It was a fitting end to a nice day off. It was one of those shows that you couldn't not move to and fulfills you in the way that every show should, but rarely does. And by that I mean that it was physically, visually, audibly, mentally, and spiritually fulfilling. It was exactly what I needed to hear and presented in a way that I had to listen.
So Thank You Mute Math for being so flippin awesome. I left my face in Atlanta.
It's 3 am and for some reason I'm still awake. I went through my normal routine and was in bed by 10. no sleep. And now I'm wandering about the house...I'm mixing the 2nd annual "Spring Thang" mix. And thought I'd say hello to you all out there...
"HI, EVERYONE OUT THERE!"
Um...I guess I should talk about something. Let's see. I'm going to see Jason Mraz later today. I'm excited about that. It will be fun times with Shua and Karl. Work is good. The new Beck album is great(Thanks Ken). I'm addicted to LOST (I even have a support group, we meet every Wednesday to watch the show together and then discuss). I still think mohawks are the greatest thing since sliced bread. And my parents "chihuahua" is really a dingo.
I just want to say thank you to all of you who prayed for me yesterday. Basically I was going through a "should I stay or should I go" deal. Five months ago I had this idea of what I'd be doing for the rest of my life and a month ago it was turned upside down. "Where do I go from here?" I thought. Now, I can see that God was closing one chapter of my life and opening up a completely new one (and it feels like it's from an entirely different book). To me, my new job seemed opposite of everything in me. To everyone else looking in, it was a perfect fit. My emotions took over and for the past few weeks I didn't want to hear what God had to say. I wanted what I knew best back. It is, after all, easier that way. All I kept hearing yesterday was, "I created you, I know what's best for you." And yet, I still debated. I debated everything imaginable. And with that debate I brought in confusion (which we know is not of God). I was trying to justify what I wanted with my own intelligence. I'm not that smart. And I'm staying. And I can breathe.
Oh and if you're not doing anything tonight...f. Simon Grant and myself will be opening for a certain Shua this evening at Carpenter's Cellar @ 8:30. We'll be doing a little theater thing...we'll see what kind of vibe we'll create.
Who is f. Simon Grant? f. Simon Grant is literally the child of a Fairy and a woodsman. He just finished his first novel, "Janus :or: the Human Zoo" which remains to be published. He's now saving money so he can make a movie out of his play, "Weird :or: The Especially Odd Couple," which is a better vacation than Jamaica. But the world was made for mathematicians and sexaholics. He now lives, in love, in the middle of nowhere.
Resplendent Fancy is Lanna Johnson. Lanna is the Assistant to the Pastor of Care at NewSpring Church in Anderson, SC. She loves photography, books, horseback riding, long walks on the beach, and hunting muppets.
She is currently saving her money so that she can travel the world with her camera and write a book.