Sunday, August 23, 2009

Kind & Generous

You've been so kind and generous, I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
For your selflessness, my admiration
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound, I'm bound to
thank you for it.... 

la la la la la la la la la 

You've been so kind and generous, I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
And I never could have come this far without you
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound, I'm bound to
thank you for it.... 

Na Na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na

Oh, I want to thank you for so many gifts you gave with love and tenderness,
I wanna thank you
I want to thank you for your generosity, the love and the honesty that you gave me
I want to thank you, show my gratitude, my love and my respect for you,
I wanna thank you 

Oh I want to thank you, thank you, thank you, 
thank you, thank you, thank you... 

Thank you.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Gone Too Soon

My dad died on Wednesday.
It was 100% unexpected.

I can hardly fathom that I'm even typing this, but here I am.  Typing.  My dad suffered a heart attack in 2005, a pretty major one at that.  That was also 100% unexpected, but the genetics in his family are not heart-favorable.  However, he recovered really well.  For the next 3 years he was fit, lost weight (not that he really needed to), ate even better than before, and everything seemed cool.  He had a pacemaker/defibrilator put in and we all moved along in life.

Then, this past January, his device was needed to shock him back to life after he quickly passed out while walking.  Again, scary and unexpected, but he really bounced back from that too and even gained a whole new positive outlook on life and coined the slogan "I can't take it to heart because my heart can't take it."  meaning that none of us should dwell on the negativity in our lives because it will get to you in the end.

Over the last couple weeks and months, he'd been experience some dizzy spells and falls, and we were told it was his meds, not his heart.

On Wednesday my dad was having a fantastic day.  He was happy, upbeat and enjoying everyone around him.  He decided to golf, alone, and on hole 11, he went down.  Fellow golfers got to him and called 911, gave him CPR and got a hold of my mom.  He was taken to the ER, but in the end, his heart was just worn out and "couldn't take it" anymore.  I was there, with Danny and Mom and my sister arrived just after Dad passed away at 5:05pm.  We sat with him awhile after that...bizarre.

These past few days have not been my favorite.  A lot of the time I'm okay, holding it together, but then I need a couple minutes to lose it.  Every so often I catch myself just staring off thinking, "wow, Dad is gone."  It's absolutely surreal.  And it absolutely sucks.

I debated blogging anything about this, but the subtitle to my blog is "the thoughts and events of my life" and this was certainly an event and here are my thoughts.  I already know that I feel Dad with me now, but it's still so ridiculous to me that I am even going through this that I can't fully appreciate it yet, but in time, I know I will.

I left Mom's house this evening for the first time since Wednesday evening.  I don't like to think of her there alone for even a night, but she's the strongest person I know in life.  I still pray for her strength and comfort.

I guess I'll wrap it up by saying that my dad was my hero.  He was and will continue to be the standard to which I measure all other people, male and female.  A lot of people I run into day to day do not measure up and for them I am sorry, but there are people who do come close, like my husband, who I think is somehow a small reincarnation of my dad.  I thank God for that.  My dad has always been the epitome of cool and I credit all my random knowledge and musical appreciation to him.  Thank you, Dad, for the 26 years I had to know you and be loved by you.  No daughter has ever felt more love.

Love you forever, with me always.


Tuesday, August 18, 2009

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Are you familiar with that commercial about school supplies? The one with the father happily picking out pencils and staplers while his children look on angrily?

I really used to loathe that commercial back when I was in school. Now, I LOVE it! I do not miss school ONE BIT.

And don't misunderstand, I was good at school. I was really good at school. I kicked school's butt, but by the time I got to college, I was just pretty much done with the whole concept. So I majored in education and proceeded to finish my academic career. Now, I am not in education and while many of my friends go on to earn master's degrees, I can safely say that I will not. I was done with school when I graduated, with honors. DONE. But I still get off on other people having to go back to school.

But my last post, dated last Wednesday, I went on and on about how desperately I needed to grocery shop. So tonight, almost one week later, I am going to Wal Mart! I have my list, I have my mind set, I am ready to go! I'll let you know how it all turns out...


Wednesday, August 12, 2009

To everything, there is a season

And the summer season, while full of fun, sees very little accomplishment.

Can anyone go shopping for me?

I have a long list of supplies I need to restock my shelves. We are currently down to 1 frozen pizza and water at our house as far as nurishment and that, my friends, won't do. I honestly don't think I've grocery shopped, like really grocery shopped for a good few months. I've grabbed random things now and then and Danny went out once for a couple essentials, but it's been ages since I've gone armed with a list and a dream.

For whatever reason, I have no time or energy to feed us. And we really should be fed. I have totally slacked in the whole "domestic" department. I finally folded laundry (did I put it away, no, is it sitting folded in the basket in the middle of the living room, yes.) after a couple of years. I've prepared like 4 dinners the whole summer I think. Something about the hot and selling a house and attempting to move/paint/be in 2 bands just adds up to very little personal time.

And speaking of selling a house. I have to email my realtor after I finish this blog. I haven't even heard from the guy for a week or so. Seems promising! I realize that he can't just create interest in our house (even though he is a realtor and selling houses is in his job description), but I'm thinking he could at least shoot an email our way saying, "yep, I still remember you guys. Younger couple, great house that I said would sell quick for top dollar that now is taking a long time and we'll probably reduce the price soon...I'm working on a big strategy to get that sucker gone!" When this all started, I was quite sentimental, sorry to see the old girl go, but now...I'm done with her. Thanks for the memories house, but it's time to move out and move on. I'm sick of seeing you with that for sale sign in the yard!

Of course selling the house means someone would have to have a walk through, and that means I would have to re-clean it and get that laundry out of the living room.

But its so hot!

In closing, this blog was meant to remind me that I need to get it in gear and get back to doing the necessary everday things of life. If that means a late night trip to Walmart, so be it.

Remind me I said that next week when we're down to water and baking soda and walking around in dirty clothes, ok?


Thursday, August 6, 2009

Celebrate Good Times, Come On!

It's Decatur Celebration Time again!

Pull out your wife-beaters and flip flops and make your way to downtown Decatur this weekend. As is custom, the weather will be heinous and the alcohol will be flowing.

I will, once again, be in the Razzle, Dazzle Good Times Parade with the District, though this year I will be riding in style in the Mobile Nature Center...out of the heat.

Not sure if we'll make it back to the festivities any other time this weekend. Danny expressed interest in seeing the Romantics of "What I Like About You" and "Talking in Your Sleep" fame. Could be cool. Those old groups who show up at the Celebration are always hit or miss. Marshall Tucker Band was a big miss, while WAR was a huge hit. Boys II Men wasn't bad either, but there were so many people crammed in the streets I was reserved to watch it on the small video screen of someone's camera standing nearby.

You can certainly find a fantastic selection of fair food from deep fried twinkies to alligator on a stick to giant turkey legs to chinese food. And as I mentioned, plenty of beer for the masses. And I just heard on the radio today that you can register your kids for school! So grab a brew and head over the the public school registration table! One stop shopping, really.

Oh D-Cel, what a fixture you have been in my life!

Hope to see you there!


Sunday, August 2, 2009

First I Look at the Purse

But not mine...mine was stolen!

Yes, Friday night, I left my purse in the car.  I often leave my purse in my car, car in the driveway, doors locked.  Well, Friday night, apparently we didn't lock the car as we thought we did and low and behold...purse gone in the morning.  Wallet also gone.  Thankfully, I didn't have keys in there or my cell phone so after I cancelled my credit card and realized my debit card was the old, expired one, I realized that it could have been much worse.  It did make me feel creepy that someone else was in possession of my license and my cool yellow purse and wallet, but I didn't get as upset as I thought I might.  Still, bummer of a Saturday morning.

The rest of the weekend shaped up to be not so bad.  This week we'll be starting with the big move to the new house.  My dad is working on painting and I think slowly but surely we'll get our stuff moved over.  

No word on our current house as far as selling, but we're hoping for the best as always.