you say goodbye, i say hello...

hey everyone! i'm starting a new blog! i'll stop posting on if it wasn't for the coffee and eventually when i figure out how to archive it and take it offline i'll do that. keep it as just a record of the journey of the past year of my life. in order to really honor the changes in my life i've started a new blog. you can find it here...

http://seekingtheperfectionthatabsorbs.blogspot.com/

there's an explanation of the name there and i'll start posting stuff pretty soon. just as soon as i get some things cleaned up and packed up. i move to richmond on tuesday the 2nd. wahoooo!

love and hugs...r

i am from...

I'm not sure if I've ever blogged this before or not. The poem pre-dates my blogging, so I suppose I haven't put it up here. There is a writing prompt that you fill in the blanks, you can find it here, just scroll down a little bit and you'll see it. Anyway, I am cleaning out my computer and I found my poem, thought I'd share it...

I am from laundry baskets

From diet coke and garden vegetables.

I am from the white house with the stone porch.

From old plaster walls, dirty siding and too much history.

I am from the lilac tree and the struggling sapling

From summer thunderstorms watched through my screen window.

I am from derby day and headaches

From Anderson and Paige and Clarke.

I am from the protagonist and the peacemaker.

From “why isn’t this right?” and “this isn’t good enough”

To “I’m so proud of you.”

I am from “Jesus loves me this I know” to Sunday school in the tower room.

From dialogue, disagreement, respect, faith and love.

I am from Russell County and Rutland County

From pecan pie to bourbon balls.

From the ag lab at ohio state to the furniture store in Tennessee

The mistaken identity of an older sister

And the 3^rd grade lesson I will never forget.

I am from albums #3,4,5 and 6, but not 1 or 2.

From baby tap shoes to used walking shoes, with many pairs of sandals in between.

I am from these memories and so much more.

From place and time and feeling and thought

To prayer and celebration and peace and love.

dmb

Bartender

If I go before I’m old
Oh brother of mine please don’t forget me if I go
Bartender please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free, after three days in the ground

Oh and if I die before my time
Oh sweet sister of mine please don’t regret me if I go
Bartender please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free after three days in the ground
Bartender please, fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free after three days in the ground

I’m on bended knee I pray Bartender please
Oh when I was young I didn’t think about it,
But now I can’t get it out of my mind
I’m on bended knee please father please

Oh if all this gold, should steal my soul away
Oh dear mother of mine, please redirect me if this gold
Bartender you see, this wine that’s drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the devil’s tree roots
Deep deep in the ground

Bartender you see, this wine that’s drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the devil’s tree roots
Deep deep in the ground
I’m on bended knee I pray Bartender please
I’m on bended knee please mama please
Oh when I was young I didn’t think about it,
But now I just want to run and hide
I’m on bended knee Bartender please

sad news

from the dmb website...

08/19/2008

We are deeply saddened that LeRoi Moore, saxophonist and founding member of Dave Matthews Band, died unexpectedly Tuesday afternoon, August 19, 2008, at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center in Los Angeles from sudden complications stemming from his June ATV accident on his farm near Charlottesville, Virginia. LeRoi had recently returned to his Los Angeles home to begin an intensive physical rehabilitation program.

almost over!

I’m sitting in my office, the office I’ve inhabited for 40 hours a week for the past two and a half years. I’ve gone through my drawers, recycled about a forest worth of paper and shredded about a meadow. I’ve sat in this chair and listened to the stories of survivors of indescribable pain. I’ve helped people get money, helped them get protection, and I’ve told them there’s nothing I can do. It’s an intense job, full of ups and downs, of never knowing if you’ve done enough, never knowing if the person who walks out of your office will be alive tomorrow. I guess in some ways that’s always true. You never know what will happen to people, I guess the chances of someone walking out of my office and being killed are just higher than with other jobs. I’ve been lucky to not have a client killed in my interim here. It’s something that I try to pretend doesn’t happen. That sure these people get stalked, beat up, raped, screamed at, and almost killed, but they don’t ever get killed. I thank God each day I wake up and there isn’t a fatality. It’s hard work, but it’s important work. We live in a society that is filled with an attitude of entitlement, where women are still second class citizens in a lot of ways. It needs to change and there are people all over the world trying to make those changes. To impact their corner of the world in a positive way. I’m a little overwhelmed as I tie up my loose ends and prepare to leave this life. It’s all I’ve known for three years and it will be a huge change of every part of my life after I move. I’m sad to leave, but I know it’s time to go. I was home at the right time, able to help my family through my dad’s illness, able to be supported by my church family and my fantastic friends, but it’s time to go. The constant trauma work is getting to me, has been for quite a while but I was able to just push it all away for a long time. Now I know that I need to be done. I’ve been contemplating what I’m going to do for money while I’m at seminary and there’s a domestic violence center there that I’ve thought about working for, but I look at my life and how impacted I’ve become and I know that I cannot do this kind of work for a while. I may return someday, and I know that it would be worthwhile and fulfilling, but it’s just not time now. I need a break, a job where the worst outcome isn’t death. I’m off to a party for work and then I have Monday off. Wahoo! My last day at the office is the 22^nd, I can’t believe that it’s almost here.

“Take the truth wherever you find it, including the past, and move forward bravely, and keep in mind that God loves you” Garrison Keillor

wahoo!

i'll stick to ice cream...

a new fun blog!

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/

lots of hilariously awful cakes :O)
bad grammar, ugly, totally inappropriate, stuuuuuupid cake decorators, you name it! it's highly amusing :O)