Tagged.
Inspired tagged me and I actually had a moment to breathe this morning so I decided to play along. I never imagined it would be that hard to answer in three words only.
01. Where is your cell phone? In my car.
02. Boyfriend/girlfriend? Nine years.
03. Hair? Way too thick.
04. Your mother? Dances with dog.
05. Your father? Wrote a book.
06. Your favorite item(s)? My wedding ring.
07. Your dream last night? Don’t remember.
08. Your favorite drink? Diet Coke.
09. Your dream guy/girl? Married her.
10. The room you are in? Teeny tiny office.
11. Your fear? Getting in trouble.
12. What do you want to be in 10 years? Successful, thinner, happy.
13. Who did you hang out with last night? Friends.
14. What are you not? Wanting to work.
15. Are you in love? Very much so.
16. One of your wish list items? Country cottage.
17. What time is it? Three After Nine.
18. The last thing you did? Called my boss.
19. What are you wearing? Work clothes. Ugh.
20. Your favorite book? Too many. Wildfire?
21. The last thing you ate? Gouda orzo.
22. Your life? Work to play.
23. Your mood? Ever changing.
24. Your friends? Funny, caring, supportive.
25. What are you thinking about right now? Going home.
26. Your car? Cups, Cans, Paper.
27. What are you doing at this moment? On hold.
28. Your summer? Cows, farmer tan.
29. Your relationship status? Told you. Married.
30. What is on your TV screen? Ask the dog.
31. When is the last time you laughed? Last night.
32. Last time you cried? Saturday morning.
33. School? Miss Spring Break.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Baltimore Bound
I don’t know if I ever told you this but there was one arrangement at my grandfather’s funeral that touched me most. The chapel in Colorado Springs was small and impersonal. Only a few friends and family attended. A snow storm blew through the night before; the entire world wore a bright white blanket. There, next to the open coffin, was an upside down horseshoe covered in Black Eyed Susan’s.
Later as Carrie and I waited to leave for the airport my grandfather’s friend told me why he chose that particular arrangement. Years and years ago he went to the Preakness Stakes with my grandfather and grandmother. They had a table in the stands where they sat drinking, anticipating the race. My grandfather, a liquor distributor at the time, saw some friends of his and went over to talk to them. He came back to the table, turned to his friend and said “Those are some friends of mine and you are going to watch the race with them. At the finish line”. This friend never forgot that day. That moment in a lifetime of moments stuck out. When my grandfather died, the Black Eyed Susan arrangement was a natural tribute to the man he knew.
Before my grandfather’s coffin was closed, a Kentucky quarter and a fifth of bourbon was placed in his pocket. Call it lagniappe to get him through to his final resting place. A fitting gift indeed for the man who watched as Secretariat crossed the finish line to win the Triple Crown. A man who was always up for the races no matter what time of day or night.
May 18th I will be flying to Baltimore with my stepmother who is taking me to the Preakness Stakes. Live and in person. I will see the track, listen to the beat of hooves, and bask in the history that is my grandfather’s. This will be a shining moment. The only thing that will dull it is not having my one and only by my side but she has been understanding that this is the chance of a lifetime. An opportunity to be with my grandfather again.
I don’t know if I ever told you this but there was one arrangement at my grandfather’s funeral that touched me most. The chapel in Colorado Springs was small and impersonal. Only a few friends and family attended. A snow storm blew through the night before; the entire world wore a bright white blanket. There, next to the open coffin, was an upside down horseshoe covered in Black Eyed Susan’s.
Later as Carrie and I waited to leave for the airport my grandfather’s friend told me why he chose that particular arrangement. Years and years ago he went to the Preakness Stakes with my grandfather and grandmother. They had a table in the stands where they sat drinking, anticipating the race. My grandfather, a liquor distributor at the time, saw some friends of his and went over to talk to them. He came back to the table, turned to his friend and said “Those are some friends of mine and you are going to watch the race with them. At the finish line”. This friend never forgot that day. That moment in a lifetime of moments stuck out. When my grandfather died, the Black Eyed Susan arrangement was a natural tribute to the man he knew.
Before my grandfather’s coffin was closed, a Kentucky quarter and a fifth of bourbon was placed in his pocket. Call it lagniappe to get him through to his final resting place. A fitting gift indeed for the man who watched as Secretariat crossed the finish line to win the Triple Crown. A man who was always up for the races no matter what time of day or night.
May 18th I will be flying to Baltimore with my stepmother who is taking me to the Preakness Stakes. Live and in person. I will see the track, listen to the beat of hooves, and bask in the history that is my grandfather’s. This will be a shining moment. The only thing that will dull it is not having my one and only by my side but she has been understanding that this is the chance of a lifetime. An opportunity to be with my grandfather again.
Monday, April 09, 2007
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