Sunday, July 23, 2006
Security, the big fat joke.

I want to have a sense of security, but I can't find that in any place in my life. All I keep thinking is, "there are no guarantees, there are no guarantees, there are no guarantees." I promise this blog isn't to be all philosophical or something crazy like that. But seriously...

Just because someone gets married, or buys a house, or has a job, or has 5 kids, or travels the world, or has friends, doesn't mean any of that will be there when we awake in the morning...IF we awake in the morning. Tonight, I was walking (after running for 5 minutes and almost throwing up), and I was looking up at the sky wishing with everything in me that God would come. I'm so glad I'm now at a place in my life where I would rather have God come than get married, or have kids, or become the president.

So, now people are thinking (if they've read this far), "Geez, Debbie Downer. Now I want to go lay in bed and slowly recover from this depression you just placed on me." Sometimes it is depressing to realize what we put most of our energy in is meaningless.

But what am I going to do? I'm not going to stop living, so I might as well be happy about it.


Tuesday, July 18, 2006
TCB: Takin' Care of Business
For those of you who haven't been through Graceland in Memphis, Tenn. "TCB" was the motto of Elvis Presley in the early 70s. I've decided to make this motto the theme of our family vacation that took us from Abilene, Tx to Branson, Mo. to St. Louis Mo. to Dayton, Ohio., to Nashville, Tenn. to Memphis Tenn. and finally to Dallas. Let me preface this trip by saying our family has only been on one family vacation to Disney World my senior year of High School. So, the long hours in the car put stress on our family on more than one occasion. Overall, it was a success.
In a few minutes you will see the arm of a large man and a tattoo that is difficult to see. This tattoo is "TCB" with the adjoining lightning bolt. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to photograph this man. I felt a little special that I was able to experience Graceland with such a devoted fan. I just had to have a picture of his tattoo, so I discretely took the pic without anyone noticing it.
Fifteen minutes later... I'm in a store with my family and I just had to tell my dad this story of the tattoo, so I whipped out my camera. I loudly repeated the story of this devoted fan's tattoo and followed with hysteric laughing. I look up...the man's wife is starring at me...panic followed. I couldn't believe myself, I was so embarrassed, I hid behind my dad and followed him for the 5 minutes because this large man (and his wife) could squash me in one second.
Five minutes later...I've calmed down. I'm in another store and there is his wife AGAIN. Nervous, Nervous. But I saw this as an opportunity, "I LOVE the TCB motto! I think it's a great concept to live by! I wish there were more T-shirts of TCB so that I can remember it on a daily basis!" I yelled.
Lesson Learned.


Here's a pictorial overview of the trip...


Streets of Nashville.

My beautiful cousins

Elvis Photo at Graceland

Cardinals Dugout in St. Louis


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