Saturday, December 30, 2006

A Photo Journey (missing some major parts)

Part One: The drive. After 2-hours in ATL traffic and a few dances with TN truckers on those mountain curves, I made it to Kelly's.

Part Two: Samantha's wedding.







Part Three: Time with Kebs and the Skizz.







Part Three: Visiting the Grandparents (with no camera...argh).

Part Four: Visiting one of my favorite families ever for Christmas (with no camera...double argh).

Part Five: The drive home. Daylight is a wonderful thing...and Chattanooga is pretty. :)

Love. Christmas. more later.

Aubs

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Gender Gappage

Thanks, Shaunti. Really. Who knew?

I read her book and then asked all the guys at work today if it were true.
First, they resented being told how they think and feel by a woman (Aubrey, did a man or a woman write the book? MAN or woman?!) heh.
I can understand that. Then, they mostly confirmed what the book said.


1. For men, there's little difference between love and respect.

2. When a girl says something like, "Oooh Gordon, he's just not a handyman type" about her guy (especially in front of other guys), it's not a light, humorous observation--any more than it would be a joke if Gordan said, "Gail is working on those last 8-pounds that are riding right there on her fanny." Guys are always in competition mode.

3. Guys experience love through touch the way girls do through words...so, they can't really feel affection without touch any more than women could feel affection in the absence of conversation.

4. Guys are built to respond to beautiful women. Expecting them not to look would be like expecting you to look at these letters without reading the words. Ridiculous. Just because they look, doesn't mean they want to own.

... and there's more, but you'll have to read the book.

http://www.4-womenonly.com/book_list.aspx

Sooo... I guess I'm just amazed that relationships between men and women work. Sometimes, they even work dang well. Sometimes, the differences become the strenghts. It's amazing. It's really a miracle. :o)

As there's a kid making WHIPPING noises (obsessively) near my chair, it's time to go.

Peace out, yo.
Cheers to men and their mysteries (or lack of them?) :)
You go, dudes! You rock (ok, even this little punk with his whipping noises--what girl would ever think to do that??)!

Aubrey

Monday, December 11, 2006

Sparklers

I have this memory fragment of being at a seafood restaurant on the coast somewhere (Cali? WA?? Japan?) having dinner with the fam. Someone had a birthday and the server passed our table with dessert and a lit sparkly candle.

Good story, huh? ;)

Shouldn't every special day warrant a little sparkle? What are the fireworks laws in GA? hmmm... heh.

Cheers to celebration, carpe diem, and of course, cows.
Heeeeey Cow!

Salud!
Aubrey

Monday, December 4, 2006

Goofy catalogues

For some reason, I got a Harry and David fruity tooty gift basket catalogue this year. I think it would be good fun to work for them... writing descriptions for their goods.

Red Velvet Cake
Genuine Southern recipe. Secret ingredient? Great taste!We make this rich, moist chocolate dessert with plenty of cocoa, and buttermilk for a little extra kick. True to tradition, we frost it in a layer of velvety cream cheese to hide its color before it's sliced - and to enhance its brilliance once it is. Finished with a sprinkling of crumbled pecans. Net wt. 3 lbs.


wow. Maybe we should all wear a layer of cream cheese? :o)

Coldwater Creek used to be the funniest. They've tamed a little since becoming a mall staple.

Glimmer scarf$29.00
Wrap up in plenty of soft scrunchy glimmer, with lush 3 inch fringe. Nylon. 58 x 9 inches. Hand wash. Imported. [G90742]


soft scrunchy glimmer?

Velvet jacketWas $89.00 Now $66.75
Willowy striations create a warm glow in this semi-fitted velvet jacket. Two faux pockets, button front. Soft rayon and nylon. Fully lined. Dry clean. Imported. [H19831]


willowy striations? STRIATION? heh. No wonder it's marked down.

They used to be better...something like this:

Relax and unwind in our indulgent silk wrap. You'll feel like you've been whisked away to a tropical island paradise. Our wrap is hand woven by Lebanese artisans with only the finest Mid-East rutabega threads.

heh. ok, ok, it's not Dave Chappelle, but I think it's funny.

Aubrey

Monday, November 27, 2006

Synchronized Slurping

When to worry:

When the Japanese guy sitting next to you at the cafe starts his slurp sequence (think-- sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrp, then... "aaaaaaah") the same time you start yours (think-- *silence*).

Hmmmm.... :)

Maybe slurping is more fun.

Happy Holidays. Merry Kwanzaa. Joy to the World, the fishes in the deep, blue sea...
and joy to you. Love.

Aubs

Apache Blessing

I love this.

May the sun bring you
new energy by day,

May the moon softly
restore you by night,

May the rain wash
away your worries,

May the breeze
blow new strength into your being,

May you walk gently
through the world and know its beauty
all the days of your life.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Crazy Girl's Monologue

SETTING: Atlanta. Thursday mid-morning. Cloudy (my friends in Buford would say the weather was a sure sign "the devil is beating his wife today" err?) Leaving the Convention Center in my favorite car... talking to myself like a looney tunes.

ME: Wow, I really should have gotten Mapquest return directions. With all these one way streets downtown, it might be a challenge finding my way home. hmmm... Kelly's at work, so she won't be able to Mapquest me home.

MYSELF: C'mon, how hard can it be? I-85 is EVERYWHERE. Atlanta is not a sign-stingy city. There'll be signs. Absolutely NO problem.

I: There's one now! Ooooh, woooooh....I can't get over in time! Oh, well. There'll be another.

ME: Crazy. I've been following this "Amy's Mobile Pet Hair Remover" van for 15-minutes. SURELY Amy is heading toward 85.

MYSELF: Wait. How did I get in a NEIGHBORHOOD? These houses are Faahncy. I'll bet if I stopped and asked for directions to 85, the butler would write them down for me with a gold-gilded ink pen. Half of these houses are under renovation....That one looks like it was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. They actually have designer paper bags holding their leaves and uniformed men blowing their leaves around. Eeeek!! It's the Altanta Hamptons!! WHERE is I-85!!?

I: No problem. Absolutely no problem. Keep driving. You'll hit it eventually.

ME: Um, didn't I just pass that landscaping team 5-minutes ago? Will that Escalade EVER get off my tail? Ok, there's that cafe we went to for Kassy's birthday. This must be Buckhead. I know I can get on I-85 from here. OR I could take Peachtree...

MYSELF: Which Peachtree was it again? Old? Industrial? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!

The stats----

55 ** number of minutes it took me to get from the Convention Center to I-85 at the junction of I-75 and I-85.

3 ** number of times I drove from Downtown to Midtown to Buckhead.

25 ** percentage of a tank of gas I "wasted" cruising about.

6 ** number of times I listened to #6 on Justin Timberlake's CD.

2** number of times I thought about stopping at the Varsity (the original).

4** number of times I missed an entrance to the highway because I was in the wrong lane or was cut off by a BMrrrrr with New York plates. Dang New Yorkers. :)

5** number of ways I can think to pronounce "Ponce de Leon".

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Those Blue Dudes

Yeah, I'm going to see them this weekend (Blue Man Group). Um, judging from their website, I'm guessing they're not commando warriors in plaid. (shoot!) hmmm... I may have spent too much on my ticket. heh. Apparently, there may be GOO involved. I'm nervous. Details to come.

adventures in odd shows. dmb eat your heart out!. bringing my poncho.

Aubs

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Silly Story number 768

**NOTE** My room is currently a TORNADO. This is in no way autobiographical!! Just the stuff rolling around my brain. ;)


GOOFY GIB GOBS

Goofy Gib Gobs
lived among slobs
at the end of Pineyfreeze Lane.

Goofy's red rug
got dust-free tugs
Twice a day and thrice Thursday.

Mr. Gobs' clothes?
he washed with a hose
For what machine could scrub better than he?

Goofy was cleanest on Pineyfreeze Lane.
But his heart was dirty when he'd complain:
Mertle left socks in the microwave!
Bob won't teach his bird to behave!
Lena wiped her runny nose on the window!
Snodgrass gave Tina an exploding hotdog show!

And then one steamy summer PM
Snodgrass shared his snacks again.
Juice frozen on a stick?!
Was this some sort of mean man's trick?
But Goofy decided to try it.

Grape came first and it slid down his chin.
Cherry was next and his sleeve dipped in.
Lemon landed on his dust-free rug.
and Strawberry drew in all the bugs.
Orange dripped onto his pants...
and watermelon fell into the tropical plants.

The house was a mess of rainbow stickiness!!
But Goofy didn't care so much about the mess.

Goofy Gib Gobs
was one of the slobs
who lived on Pineyfreeze Lane.

Goofy ate pops
and cleaned up the drops
Once a week and twice Tuesday.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... I didn't mean for this to turn into: "How a dude becomes dirty." Darn Popsicles. :) sooo... that's enough Goofy for one night. :)

Cheers. Salud. and all that jazz.

Aubrey

Monday, November 6, 2006

do, do, do...da, da, da...that's all I want to say to you

Notes on a day off

DO laundry (but make sure you're wearing some when the mail lady drops by).

DO read (but save the new Nicholas Sparks novel for a really sunny day. He's such a punk...seriously.) P U N K.

DO try on that red dress (again)... and then make plans to use it.

DO spend time with friends.

DO work out those new "sneakers" <------ heh. My gym teacher in high school rocked.


I love November, apple picking, crispy things, and really good hugs and stuff. Just to put that out there.

Peace out, yo.

Aubrey

Monday, October 30, 2006

Life is Good

The Cardinals won the series. I'd send Eckstein cookies if our oven worked.

It's Fall and it's GORGEOUS! the colors, the smells, the breezes, oh my! heh.

I found a new park in town and it's H U G E! (and there are swings)

I'm completely happy single (Divorce *blows chunks across the nation* and I won't take part in chunk blowage). WARNING: Having lunch with a group of recent divorcees may be harmful to one's health.

I had grits (cooked schwanky style) the other day and I'm halfway in love.

My birthday is in less than a week and 25 is PRIMETIME, baby! :)

Mom sent me cozy blankets so the nights are toasty.

I'm about to have the chance to do a job I love!

I'm going to have a good sandwich for lunch.

I'm really diggin Justin Timberlake's new cd.

aaaaaaaand....... Praise God that He's in charge of the Big Picture, and the "little dots" I try to connect in my life are still under the juristiction of the Big Picture. (SEE: Andy Stanley--Facing Forward Sermon that put some events of the last year in perspective)

leaves. true colors. hats.

Aubrey

Friday, October 27, 2006

Vivica Halloween Bunny

First let me say: Go Cards! Kiss Eckstein and call me happy :) There's so much more strategy in baseball than I thought. I guess I haven't been into it since I was a kid. Then, it was just: "Go out there, honey, hit the ball and run." But... there's more to it than that. wooh.

***WARNING*** NOW ENTERING RANT ZONE

Do women really NEED an excuse to act the hooch? So, I'm needing a Halloween costume. So, I look at the store first for ideas.... errr?? I said "HALLOWEEN", not "HONEYMOON"!!! My choices included but were not limited to:

1. Suzie Schoolgirl (since when do they let you wear skirts that short at school?)
2. Naughty Nurse (um...try seafoam scrubs, sister...if you like skin, buttflap capes are available)
3. Heidi Ho Swedish Mountain Gazele (doesn't it snow up there?)

ok, ok, ok. There is a time and a place for everything BUT should every Joe Schmoe on the streets of Atlanta see these women in their hoochie costumes??!? Is NOTHING SACRED?? (If society has thrown out the sacredness of the hoochie costume, what the HECK is next??) :)

Sooooooooooo.... I'm off to find a costume. I'll need luck to find one that covers my hiney AND everything else. Wooh!

Good tidings. Rain. Running the hold pattern.

Aubs

Monday, October 23, 2006

We want a Pitcher, not a Dirt Clod Gripper!

Game Two
modeled after The Night Before Christmasby Clement Clark Moore

Twas game Two of the Series, when all through the stands
The fans did jumping jacks and warmed their chilled hands;
The players handled the ball with care,
Still shocked and amazed to even be there;

The Cards were sniffling and bummed with the mound,
As Weaver and Kinney passed Kleenex around;
And Rogers had resin, but nobody snitched,
The old guy could use a little help with his grip!
La Russa and Leyland joked with the umps
Then gave eachother a good slap on the rump.

...

Ok...I can't even FINISH! What's W R O N G with baseball!!?
one more verse..

And here in Atlanta, the homefolks drop buckets of tears;
the Braves haven't missed the playoffs in 15-years!

heh.

Go Cards!
Aubrey

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Pujols

eerrr... The first time I saw a kid with a Pujols shirt, I thought it was a joke. heh. ehem. I'm so uniformed about some of the best things. Goooooo Cards! :)

Love. Red. Love red.

Aubs

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Commute Communion

According to the news, the average Atlantan commutes just over 30-minutes. That doesn't seem bad to me. In the D.C. area, the average in 60-minutes and in Baltimore, it's about that, too. So, what do people DO during all that lag time besides stare out the front windshield?? I once worked with a guy who told me he (in Miami traffic) would get out of the car and go have a cigarette with the car behind him and chill out. Insane? :)

Soooo... I got some Louie Giglio cd's and they've been amazing. You can listen to some of his messages online at:

An Interview with Louie

Sermons

It's all so TRUE. I listened to one cd about prayer and how, almost automatically, we pray for God to "Bless this time" or "Bless this country" or "Bless this house"...bless, bless, bless. Well, we ARE blessed.

America is the richest country in the world. We're alive with inventions, advances, moving and shaking. Most people in this country wake up feeling safe and free. We are SO BLESSED. Shouldn't we be praying: God Bless Haiti. God Bless Zaire. ??
and then we pray: God bless this time. He HAS blessed it. He has given us the blood of his Son, the life of his Spirit...his heart...his voice...every spiritual gift. What MORE DO WE WANT?!

What would it be like in a human-human relationship if someone gave his heart and everything that was important--- set it out on a table before us-- and we said, "umm... could you bless me? I just need a little blessing." errrr?

SO-- What if we were a nation who looked at all the amazing resources we have (what a responsibility!) and fell down before God asking, "Lord, how can we bless you?" How can we impact the world with your love?

All that talk last election about "voting for change" Hogwash. Let's vote for THIS kind of change.

Aubrey

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

The Yipster Princess "Precious" Dookie Dog

What is it that is so endearing about brats? Why do I like brats?!

I live with a chihuahua. Housing myself with a dog I would classify as a "YIPSTER" was not something I ever thought I would do. She screams like a soprano in ultra-panic mode. She preens like a cat/bird hybrid. She crosses her paws like a princess. Her heartbeat seems drug induced and she's so tense, I'd almost pay her to see a doggie masseuse.

Her given name: "Precious"
Her given name (by me): "Dookie"

WHY? Let me just say it has *NOTHING* to do with her crapping in my room the ONE time I left the door ajar. I think she got the "NO DEPOSITS HERE" message when I got on my hands and knees and snarled for a while.

The Point: I doubt I'll ever choose a yipster roommate. BUT-- I'm starting to like this dog! Maybe it's the arranged marriage principle--live with someone long enough, and dang it!, I love them. It never fails.**

**I'm not a gung ho common-law-live-in-lover cheerleader nor do I think this principle applies to rodents, flies, or non-petlike animals.

Thursday, October 5, 2006

Kelly, my favorite

Kelly is not just one of my favorites.
She is T H E favorite.
No other "Kelly" will ever come close!
Why?

1. Her name actually means "warrior woman" and it fits her perfectly. She's a fighter! When we were kids (She was three and I was almost 5), she'd be the one telling me not to worry about those scary skeletons in my dreams. :)
2. She could cheer up a petrified tree. She has such a crazy way of making people feel good. Kel, that's a GIFT.
3. She works SO hard. Girl, you're 23! You've come so far and you'll go so far...but all of that is nothing compared with WHO YOU ARE!
4. For some reason, we speak the same language. ;)

There's so much more, but this is practically a public place...for the love of gelato! :)

Kelly, I will always be proud of you. I hope when we're old ladies, we can have tea in fancy cups and laugh about life in the crazy t w e n t i e s.

I love you more than cozy blankets and chocolate. and I like you, too.

Aubs

Tuesday, October 3, 2006

More than Meat and Potatoes: The FLAVOR Theory

I read something by C.S. Lewis once that really hit home. I can't remember exactly how it went...but here's what I took from it:

Imagine you're standing at the foot of a magnificent waterfall. You SEE the rush of foam, you FEEL the water hit you and the power of it falling, you SMELL the freshness, you TASTE the clean moisture, you HEAR the roar. But there's something else. Outside of all your senses, there's something else you experience.

I think Lewis was saying in Heaven, we'll have new bodies-- so we'll have new senses and experience things more completely. I'm not trying to get all scary/new agey here, but imagine there's a part of our bodies/spirits/hearts/minds (whatever?) that experiences life RIGHT NOW on a level that's deeper than the 5-senses (c'mon, of COURSE there is!).

Take Will and Bill, for example. Let's say they're identical twins raised in the same home. They like the same things. They scored the same on the Myers-Briggs personality survey. They have the same opinions about most important issues. They wear the same cologne and use the same soap. They're so much alike, even Momma can't tell them apart. Only, when you take away all the sensual feedback, they're different. What IS that? Why is it so easy to connect with Bill and have nothing to say to Will??? I don't know much about pheromones, but I do wonder if those kinds of connections are a spiritual thing. I wonder if sometimes... the eternal part of you recognizes something in the eternal part of me and we decide to take a closer look--instant friends. I like to call that flavor. :)

So, here I am-- just a girl looking for a little flavor. ;)
requesting raspberry and brocolli with cheese. heh.


Aubrey

Friday, September 29, 2006

He walked with an umbrella

He walked along the side of the road. He carried an umbrella. He wore a straw hat that was tidy and trimmed and a cardigan that was the same-- tidy and trim. He was 65 ... maybe seventy-five, thin, grey, and black.

He could've called a cab. He could've bought a moped. He could've hitched or called a friend.

Instead, he walked.

He could've used a cane. He could've tried crutches. He could've used the hand of a friend.

Instead, he chose the umbrella.

Something about that man struck me. Somehow, he seemed like the most dignified person I'd seen in a long time. I looked at him and could imagine him easily at 30--young and strong and dressed the same.... in a hat and jacket... carrying an umbrella. Ready to celebrate.

Call me an English major, but it reminds me of a poem by Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night"-- It starts like this:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Soooooo.... Cheers to hanging on to the things that make you feel alive, whether they be a good run or a nice umbrella.

Sunshine. Pizzaz. Pink.

Aubrey

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Breakin' the Law

Ok, I heard a story about a fast food worker who thought it was funny to throw pickle chips at the rear windshields of drive-thru cars as they drove away. heh. Apparently, that's a criminal action. Official charge? something about personal property assault. ???

The law is good. Sometimes, we get a little crazy with it, though. At the end of the day, all we're (me and my neighbors) trying to do is find a way to look at one another and be able to say, "We're here. We're safe. We don't have to sleep with a baseball bat under the pillow." Right??

So: Three cheers for the law. AND-- Three cheers for breaking the rules when they're not REALLY rules. RE: Who says no white after Labor Day? or the Girl can't be the first to call??? No coffee after 4 p.m.? No kissing on the first date? Face forward in the elevator? NO grabbing the last carrot on the veggie tray! The guy has to be older and taller? WHO says? Emily Post/Miss Manners isn't the final word. No matter how official they seem, dumb rules will always be dumb rules. Follow your heart, people. When it's all said and done, you'll be accountable for everything the Holy Spirit put there and how you responded. HE is the final word. That's what I think.

Clouds. love. Gorgeous. kites.

Aubrey

Monday, September 18, 2006

Old Laughs

Once, I was hanging out with DJ^2 during breakfast time as they discussed their morning meds. D said to D, "Honey, up your acidophilus." Sometimes, I still laugh about that! :)

Aubs

Monday, September 11, 2006

HWL says it best

September 11th. 5-years already. In the tragic mess of this world... life is uncertain and totally precious. Let's LIVE it. Cheers to Longfellow. I love this.



A Psalm of Life

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act to each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thursday, September 7, 2006

Listen up, city slickers

Ok, Atlanta natives seem to be about as clued in about Missouri (aren't there more cows than people there?) as I was about the South in general (do they pave the roads through the cotton fields?) heh. SOOOO, in honor of ignorance and my new citified friends--

WHY YOU'ATLANTA'UNS SHOULD EDJUMICATE YOUR OWN SELVES ABOUT THE GREAT STATE OF MISSURUH

1. Where would you be without sweet tea?? It was invented at the St. Louis World Fair. mmmmmhmmmmm. St. Louis, Missouri.

2. Kansas City has more miles of boulevards than Paris and more fountains than any city except Rome, Italy. It's reeeal pretty. That's Kansas City, Missouri.

3. Where would your Bulldog parties be without a little company named Anheuser-Busch and the biggest brewery in the nation?? Yep. It's in St. Louis.

4. Laura Ingalls, Huck Finn, Brad Pitt, Harry Truman -- need I say more?

5. The ICE CREAM CONE was invented in St. Louis when an ice cream vendor ran out of cups and asked a waffle vendor to lend his dough. Inventive minds put it together in Missouri.

6. Kansas City BBQ, St. Louis Blues, Ragtime....

7. It ties with TN as most friendly state...bordering EIGHT states.

8. The arch in St. Louey is the official Gateway to the West. This would not be America without the West!

9. Missouri is a snapshot of America. KC is a very western city born with railroads and cattle. St. Louis is pretty eastern--natives talk nasal and ask for "pop" instead of coke or soda. Northern MO is northern in culture and Southern MO is southern in culture. If you wanted to "see America", you could spend a few hours in MO and get it done!

10. It's more than just farmland, folks. The land is cheap. The lakes are plentiful and the fishing is fine. :)


Don't knock it 'til you try it. That's all I'm saying.

That's a wrap. Over.

Aubs

Leave the gun; take the cannoli ;o)

Here's the story. The other day, I was working a "double" so I had a random hour-and-a-half to waste. I was hungry. I drove around for a while and saw "DELI" painted in red on the side of a building. Always a sucker for a good sandwich, I parked. What I found was a traditional Italian deli owned and operated by a couple of transplanted New Yorkers. While I was chilling out, munching my chicken salad, a customer came in so excited he was practically jumping up and down. Apparently, in this land of gym chains and waffle houses, authentic Italian delis are really rare.

Question: What IS IT about running into someone from the "homeland"? I find myself waving frantically at passing cars with MO plates. ;)

What IS IT about New York and Texas that inspire such devotion. I've never heard of an Iowa expat getting sappy about Iowa.

What IS a stinkin' cannoli?!? These New Yorkers talked like they could be New York's state bird!! :)

What IS IT that is so GOOD about new friends when you're flying solo in a new place?

24 years. transcripts. 24 hours.

Aubrey


[kan-OH-lee] An Italian dessert consisting of tubular or horn-shaped pastry shells that have been deep-fried, then filled with a sweetened filling of whipped ricotta (and often whipped cream) mixed with bits of chocolate, candied citron and sometimes nuts.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The Traffic Report and bits

How the traffic report started out poetic and then fizzled. :o)

... We have a northwest arc of slow stuff.

How a very polite 3-year old describes broccoli.

... dinosaur trees please.

What I love about the end of summer.

... the sound of crashing helmets and those first cool fall winds. mmmmm....

Monday, August 28, 2006

Mas y Menos

The Mas

The other day, a man told me I had a nice smile. He shook my hand and put some paper in my hand (on-the-sly-style). I was thinking: number? dollar? When I looked, it was a TWENTY! This man slipped me twenty dollars because he liked my smile!! Does that make me a smile hooker? I think it just makes him a nice guy.

The Menos

The other day, I was driving in the right lane. A lady with an icthus (sp?) was driving in the far left lane. We both tried to move to the center lane at the same time. We didn't crash. She blared her horn. She flipped me off. She gestured like an Italian on speed. I could practically see the angry slant of her eyebrows through her tinted glass. I wanted to knock her block off. Not really because she was acting hoochish. Mainly because she did a real *nice* job representing Christ. What does it really MEAN to take the Lord's name in vain? Maybe to take (i.e. to wear, to clothe yourself, to immerse yourself in) the Lord's Name in vain (for no reason, with no intentions to follow through). hmmmm... Why does that stuff make me so angry?

Dad, listen to those dolphins. They know what's coming. ;) Come see me if you need to take shelter!

small group. new friends. monsoon.

Aubs

Monday, August 21, 2006

Waffle House Wonders

Ok, so it's late when I get off work. OK, so I was starving the other night. ALRIGHT, so I was hungry enough to dine with the drunkies at a waffle house on the highway. Good times. I should've brought a deck of cards and a roll of quarters. ;)

NOTE: This is my SECOND time in a waffle house.

I order a fiesta omelet.
I expect an egg omelet with maybe some salsa and cheese.
I get a bright yellow roll with melted "american cheese" and jalapenos with a side of white toast and grits.

I asked the waitress if the white grainy buttery mound was grits (Missouri IS a border state, but I guess I lived in the northerner part) and she said, "Honey, where are you FROM?" Heh. She recommended I mix a little grape jelly in with my grits. ADVENTURES in Sunday southern midnight snacks.


So, for a gritty good time, try a honky-tonk parfait.

1-cup grits
2-tablespoons grape jelly
a dash of sugar and salt

Mix. Serve in a glass dish and garnish with love. woooooooooooooohey. Reason number 37 to keep a box of cereal in your trunk. :o)

lace. grapes. driving.

Aubrey

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Driving School

I think each state should have a book of driving tips. So far, I think Georgia should offer these:


1. Don't memorize partial names of streets and think you're doing well. RE: Peachtree Road, Peachtree Industrial, Peachtree-Dunwoody, Peachtree Fraggle, Peachtree Porchswing, Peachtree Oakwood, Peachtree-Snodgrass :) It's a fantastic way to get L O S T. And just because it's CALLED "Peachtree", doesn't mean there are peaches around. Don't be fooled. BYOP.

2. Practice executing CHIPS-worthy Uies. U-turns are to GA what access roads are to TX. Like 'em. Love 'em. Cuz you're going to do a lot of 'em.

3. Drive faster. Even the grannies have rockets in their engines here. I have yet to learn what the "your speed is being monitored electronically" signs (or whatever they say) MEAN... except "drive faster, please, and have no fear"...eeerr...I guess my ticket is in the mail. ;)

Driving fast, peachy, and in U's.

Aubrey

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Cell Booths Rant

What is UP with women who go out with their families for lunch and stay on their cell phones (honey, it's my new Razer/sp?) the WHOLE time? I think there should be phone booths for cells.

WHY?
I don't want to hear how well Johnny kisses while I'm walking through the cereal aisle at Walmart.

I don't want to think someone with a hidden earpiece is talking to me (uuh..Do I KNOW you? I don't know who let your cows out! eeer....oops) heh. :)

I don't like to see people missing the moment because they're actually somewhere else.


It's a CRYING shame-- lowdown, dirty, crying shame. Up with the booths!


day off. hemmed pants.lasagna.

Aubrey

Wednesday, August 9, 2006

I'll Fly Away....oh glory. ;)

I'll fly away....in the *mutter*sneeze*4-frackalackin*a.m!!*mutter* morning!

I'm packing tonight! Cheers to the nonsense of flightplans. I fly Atlanta to CHICAGO. CHICAGO to DALLAS. Where's the sense in that?? Mom graduates Friday!! Then, she's officially a LVN! Next step: brain surgeon. ;p Watch out world!

Big question: How will I manage to get all my 500 white plastic hangers on the return flight with me so I can hang up the clothes that are now toradoing my room??

1. Wear the hangers. I could pull off artistic fashion with the right shoes and a little styling putty. heh.
2. Build a piece of luggage with the hangers and check it. Duct tape can work wonders for impromptu building projects. ALWAYS travel with it!
3. Sell the hangers on ebay and buy new ones upon my return.
4. eeerrrr.... I'm out of ideas.

I'm off to mess with a little Texas. pics to come.

wings.tape.rushing people.

Aubrey

Sunday, August 6, 2006

who knew??!?

Ok, the Allman Bros. AND (AND!!) Otis Redding are from Georgia. I'm just saying. :o)

Church was awesome today. Why is it sometimes you hit brick walls in all directions and sometimes, things just fall into place? Smooth action.

good music.good fellowship.good Sunday.

Aubrey

Saturday, August 5, 2006

Truffle me this

I've FINALLY decided on my favorite dessert and I recommend it to everyone who happens to read this.

See's Candy chocolate raspberry truffles.

In my mall rat phase, I would chill out at the mall for hours looking around, trying stuff on, and buying nothing. Then, right before catching the bus or finding my ride, I would stop in the See's Candy shop and buy one chocolate raspberry truffle.

It was dark and smooth with white-chocolate stripes drizzled across the top. I would find a bench and eat it slowly. The chocolate overpowered the raspberry, but there was just enough raspberry to make one think, "hmmm....what is that nice hint of something?" What is it about the way that chocolate melts that is so perfect? Ok, I know about the body temperature equality, but really....it's magic. Magic.

Who knew See's candy was a west coast operation?? Sniff. ;)

Aubs

Sunday, July 30, 2006

I have FIVE MINUTES!

I have five-minutes left on my internet access here at the public library, so thank goodness I'm a fine, speedy typist. woosh. This is a gorgeous city! Who knew?? Why did I imagine the South as one big cotton field? That was ignorant of me. 4-minutes. Vines hang on trees here like they do in Thailand and there are SO many TREES, they hang over the highways...almost like they're saying: "Don't come any closer." Hmmm... Life will be more settled within the week. I can't wait! Sweet! 3-minutes. Ok, better safe.

peace.library.love.

Aubs

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

New Kiwi Dance Craze!

This reminds me of battle or something. Hilarious. These guys are crazy about their rugby!! Here's my ish, ish, babelfish translation of what they're YELLING: (AGAIN--How can a man who is screaming this ad anuerism be saying something so pretty???)

Click Me (Don't be Scared!...or...Be a LITTLE Scared) :)

Strike the hands over your thighs;
Puff up your chests;
Bend your knees;
Shake your hips to the rhythm;
It's Death! It's Death!
It's Life! It's Life!
It's Death! It's Death!
It's Life! It's Life!
Here the hairy man (maybe "macho man"??) plays
to seek the sun
and the newness makes it shine!
A Step Up!
Another Step Up!
A Step Up!
Another Step Up!
THE SUN
BRILLIANT!

And there you have it. Cheers to rugby and macho men who scream poetry. ;)

Aubs

Monday, July 24, 2006

Martha Stewart has a crush on Letterman

It's true. For some insane reason, it was one of the Late Show's that cracked me up the most! If you want to see Ms. Stewart loosen up, watch her eyebrows on this clip. She's diggin', indeed.

:) You'll need Real Player.

Celebrity crushes. self-cleaning oven. packing.
mmmmmmmhmmmmm
Aubs

Martha sprinkling a little sugar on top

Sunday, July 23, 2006

I had a scorpion in my pant leg

Yeah, I went to move my car past midnight last night. I felt a tickling on my ankle when I came back in. I did a little shimmy and out flopped a scorpion...a little bigger than a big dude's thumbnail. eeek!

Saturday, July 22, 2006

At the Drive-In

In the mid-eighties, California still had a few drive-ins. So, every few months, we'd pack up the Camero with pillows and watch a few movies as a family. It was 5-bucks a carload for TWO movies. It was amazing how many people some people could cram in a vehicle!! My sister and I were usually asleep by the end of the first movie, so Mom and Dad had some time to themselves. :) Thank goodness they aren't gone! To find a drive-in in your area, go to Drive-In Locator

traditions. time together. good movies

Aubrey

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Things I'm Thinking About...

A friend in Israel. She says it's just business as usual, though they may have to sit in some bomb shelters soon. eesh! Best updates: Haaretz

Braveheart. What is it about William and Murron that gets me? I'm such a sap.

Water. I was reading something that said water is completely abnormal. It doesn't follow any of the elemental rules. If it followed the normal rules, ice wouldn't float, ponds would freeze from the bottom up, and all the fish would die. It's a beautiful thing (and in short supply around here!).

Transition. I should really keep major life changes down to 1 every few years instead of 3 a year! There's a lot to be said for stability...but really, I guess there's only the Lord who never changes.

The things commercials don't tell you and the things they do. The sleep aid commercial that cautions the pills "may cause drowsiness" Hmmmm.....

One more--
The She-ra DVDs are coming out soon. buh duh duh duh duh dun dun...She-ra! She-ra! Ok, it's childish, but it reminds me of being a kid. It was the one show I was completely devoted to.

I'm going to blog fast (as in "go without", not "quickly" heh) for a few days. I've gone a little overboard with the blogging. Until next time...

frisbee.resume.Counting Crows.

Aubrey

Disclaimer

Hey,
I posted some new photos, but if yours isn't included, it's because I don't have a pic...not because I don't think you're swell.

love.snapshots.good times had by all.

Aubs

The Countdown

Sometimes, I think we (ok, *I*) be-labor decisions to death. What I want:
1. To be a part of a church body again 2. To pursue grad school 3. To feel like I'm doing something that MEANS something 4. To live in a place I like! 5. To remain a part of the lives of my lovelies (That sounds scary, like Lord of the Rings skeezy man or something...but I really mean...all the people I enjoy!) heh.

SO, I'm jumping. T-minus 10-days (ish) in Texas! In honor of these final Texas days...a list of some of the things I've found to like about this Lonestar Land:

1. I love that peaches and pecans grow in one place!
2. I love that it's sunny every day! (NOTE: I wrote this before I experienced 105.7-degrees in the SHADE yesterday!)
3. I love spending time with my folks.
4. I love how well the interstate works in cities. It's smartly designed.
5. I love the diversity.
6. I love the good Mexican food.
7. In spite of myself, I like guys with a bit of "swagger"
8. Line dancing could be a good time.
9. It's really nice that the local folk feel some pride for their stomping grounds.
10. I saw the most amazing fireworks on July 7th (ish?)--it was about midnight. I was driving around and saw them flashing in the sky. I followed them until I found the source and laid on the hood of my car. That will always be a Texas moment. :)

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Thank you, Willie!

I love this song!
It's Stay All Night (Stay a Little Longer)-- Willie Nelson.
Amazon will give you a taste for free...but the whole song is really better.

Click Me

Scroll down--It's on disc one. Track 6.
YeeeHA!

Willie.Kashi.Colgate.

Aubs

Monday, July 17, 2006

Slap THAT on your thighs!

My dad didn't cook a lot when we were growing up, but now that Mom is in school, he has been helping more. He is so good at it! Last night, we picnic-ed inside with fried chicken. It's the best I've had. But Dad gives all the credit to Loretta Lynn! So, without further ado.... buh duh duh duh!.... from Loretta Lynn's You're Cookin' It Country....


CRISPY FRIED CHICKEN
1 (2 1/2 to 3-pound) Chicken, cut-up

Seasoned Flour
1 1/2 cups flour
1 tablespoon garlic salt
1 1/2 teaspoons pepper
1 1/2 teaspoons paprika
1/4 teaspoon poultry seasoning

Crispy Batter
2/3 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon pepper
1 egg yolk, beaten
3/4 cup water
Shortening (Crisco) for frying

Rinse the chicken and pat dry.
For the seasoned flour, combine the flour, garlic salt, pepper, paprika, and poultry seasoning in a small bowl. Set the mixture aside.
For the crispy batter, combine the four, salt, pepper, egg yolk, and water in a medium bowl.
Fill a skillet about halfway up with shortening and heat over medium-high heat to 365-degrees. Dip the chicken in the seasoned flour, then into the crispy batter, and again into the seasoned flour. Fry the chicken in the shortening for 15 to 18 minutes or until crisp and well browned. Drain on paper towels.

Stick that in your skillet and fry it! :)

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Baggie Wisdom

My mom has these generic plastic bags that say (on EACH bag):

WARNING: To avoid danger of suffocation, keep away from babies and children. Do not use plastic bags in cribs, beds, carriages, or playpens.

um? Maybe they should add a few more. Here are my suggestions:

WARNING: To avoid possible highway blow-outs, do not inflate and use as a spare tire.

WARNING: To avoid dehydration, do not wear as a wig on a Texas summer day.

WARNING: To avoid malnourishment, do not use as a substitute for noodles in your favorite lo mein recipe.

WARNING: To avoid being splattered, do not fill with water and use as a baseball substitute.

WARNING: To avoid pet trauma, do not use as a makeshift hamster wheel.

WARNING: To avoid possible death by drowning, do not attempt to use baggie as a flotation device.


COME ON! :p

hymns. sandals. Sunday.
Aubs

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Lessons at the SEAT of knowledge

My favorite teacher in high school used to call his discipline preference (i.e. fanny swats or spankings) "Lessons at the SEAT of knowledge".

I am officially LD in relating with people. Sometimes I don't think about how the things I say SOUND. If someone fed me the same garbanzo that I serve others, I'd be thinking:

"Jump back! Hold the turnip truck...are you SERIOUS? Slow down, speedy."

(like that time in driver's ed when I tried to roll through a stop sign. Coach SLAMMED on his teacher-side brake and we all were very glad to be wearing seat belts!) Heh.

Angst! I have become one of THOSE girls. aaaaaaaaaaah!! Go, go Gadget REWIND.

So, steady on Saturday nights--with a little more consideration and a little less THINKING.

burning fanny.tennis serve.no-spot rinse.

Aubrey

Friday, July 14, 2006

Little Miss Muffet is about to Hurl




I was watering the plants this morning and this sweet little guy was right next to the faucet!!! We almost held arms! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I wish I had a better camera. You can't really see the 4 yellow eyes down his body. Yum. Yum.

buckets. hoses. hair salon.

Aubrecita

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Pollyanna and the Heatwave--Throwdown!

Ok, it's 7:00 and I want to take the bike out, but it's still 98-degrees!! Here are some hot activity possibilities:

1. Have a sprinkler race! The first one to jog around the neighborhood and get sprinkled by every sprinkler in the subdivision WINS! hmmm... it'd be pretty easy to cheat on this one.

2. Melt ice-cubes on my head and then on my feet...or whatever. Which melts faster? How long does it take? (C'mon Bill Nye, eat your heart out!)

3. Go to the pool!! (Why haven't I thought of this before now??)

4. Make a mammoth jug of lemonade and take Dixie cups to all the road/construction workers busting their butts out here. Hydration, people!

5. Practice my watermelon seed spitting skills.

6. Go to a random little league game and bring a cooler of sodas!


Ok, people. I'm pumped. I'm going biking anyway. I'm a heat dwellin mamma. :P

warm.hot.fun.
Aubs

Ode to BB and That Army Doc with Guns

I'm using initials just because I'm not sure she'd want her name plastered on my blog. Allison, if you're reading, I think you'll recognize this gal! :)

BB is a woman who MAINTAINS
Her yard is gorgeous! It's filled with trees and vegetable gardens.
She is gorgeous! She's got this white hair and she's completely fit. Approaching 60, she's a hottie!
She's gracious. I saw her maybe 3-times a year and she always greeted me by name.
She loves her family.
She follows college sports.

And more...I'm sure. She's all these things because she works at it. Thanks for the inspiration, Mrs. B!

I'm sure I've told this story a million times, so skip it if you've heard it before!

It was mid-service in Thailand. The only other Americans in town were two Mormon missionary guys (who rotated with other MM's about once a month). The other foreigners in town were a few old (OLD) German guys who were livin it up with Thai wives and concrete castles.

OK--THE POINT: I'm starved to see good, old-fashioned American MAN. I'm cruising around town on my bike and stop in one of the local restaurants with AC. It was like a mirage when I opened the door. Looking like giants sitting around two tiny tables were about 12 American guys. I must have stared. I KNOW I stared! Soooooooooo... I went to use the restroom and one of the guys was washing his hands at the sink (it was a M/F restroom with doored stalls). We got to talking a little bit and he said they were Army here to do a few projects in the villages (PR for the States?). He invited me to come along and help with translation. (umm...let me think about it...YES!) heh.

SO--I go. I ended up working with this Army doc who was probably 40-ish. He was awesome. Awesome. He had a family and was focused on it--looking for a good place to by souveniers for his sons. He was getting ready to start his doctorate in Forensic Medicine (I think...whatever it's called when you trace the root of a disease back to its start). He was quirky. HERE'S HOW THIS RELATES TO MY WHOLE POINT----oy------ This guy ran three miles a day (Oh, how I want to run three miles a day!), He had arms like tree limbs, and was generally energetic.

THE BOTTOM LINE-- To be 60 and strong enough to snorkel on the spur of the moment; To be 40 and running marathons...To be trained up for LIFE. It's a beautiful thing.

So, I'll end another NOVEL. Cheers to my maintenance role models! And they didn't even know it. ;)

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Personal CREED and Thank You, Shawley!

In my explorings of Dad's album library and my daily I-am-jobless-so-why-not-dance dancings around the living room... I've made a discovery! C R E E D. How can music so MALE, so hard and raspy rough, be so PRETTY?? Gorgeous. Really. Listen to One Last Breath on their Weathered album and tell me that's not music as music should be. Ugh! goodness. good goodness.

So, what's so personal about Creed? Fasten your safety belts, GP and Mom, here's a flashy Aubrey exposure.

SCENE ONE: SBU campus. 1999. Outdoor chapel. Wednesday night worship. Early evening. Early fall. Zach Atchley leading worship on acoustic guitar. I'm standing with new friends in the wooden stands, singing "I will sing of your love forever"---Zach changes the words to: "I will SPEAK of your love forever"-- and I know (with that pulse racing knowing)... that is the purpose of my life.

SCENE TWO: Daily Grind. 2006. Bolivar coffee shop hangout. Tuesday night. Chatting with Shawley (one great barista!) at the bar. Drinking tea. I'm a little confused and cynical about missions having returned from Thailand... If I couldn't communicate the simplest things to Thai people without cultural confusion, how could I, a foreigner, share Christ better than a local?? I can't remember exactly how the conversation went, but Shawley said something about how Christians get so caught up in projects, and he wants to love people. PERIOD. That's it! Real missions isn't about blazing lights and photos on the fridge (please hear me, I'm not trying to knock those photos, it's just not for me), it's about loving PEOPLE in real ways--right where you are. That's the good stuff. Thanks, Shawley.

SCENE THREE: Living room outside Fort Worth, TX. Summer 2006 (ok-today!). Jam time. Mid-morning. Track 11. Lullaby.

Hush my love now don't you cry
Everything will be all right
Close your eyes and drift in dream
Rest in peaceful sleep

If there's one thing I hope I showed you
Hope I showed you

Just give love to all ..... (there's more)

Ok. I'm ending the NOVEL. I'll probably erase this post later, but it's just good to have clarity again. I don't know what my life will look like, but it won't necessarily involve serving the Lord in blazing lights like I used to think. I think maybe it'll be more of a service of quiet love. Sweet!

The End.
Aubs

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Phrase-a-licious

For your reading pleasure: some of my favorite phrases....

1. Sometimes you get the bear and sometimes the bear gets you.

(OWNER: This cool classmate after a final in college)

2. Damn skippy!

(OWNER: My legally insane co-worker (and casual friend) at the Hut. I loved hearing a hairy,scruffy, generally gruff guy say "skippy" heh.)

3. I don't know you from Adam's house cat.

(OWNER: A recent friend one of the first times we spoke. I think this one is
really fun because you can change it up RE: "I don't know you from Adam's
llama.") :o)

4. How do you eat an ELEPHANT?! One bite at a time!

(OWNER: This awesome Sunday School teacher last week. She said it like a general leading troops to victory. I never knew elephant talk could be soinspiring.) :)

I know I'm forgetting so many good ones!!

love.salad.massage.

Aubrey

SAM looking for LTLALT



Ok, I couldn't figure out if he's married or not-- but imagine if Kim Jong Il put a personal ad in the New York Times. Heh.

64
Aquarius
Card Carrying member of the Axis of Evil seeks short-term, loving relationship with a good-looking woman. My hobbies are writing operas, missile launching, and designing buildings. I THRIVE on provoking global crisis. I'm looking for someone who loves Daffy Duck, can cook spicy food, and knows how to appreciate a Korean man's fro. Box 675849


To get my model for this, I checked out the New York Times personal ads. People, they're hilarious! Here are a few just because.

"WITH THEE CONVERSING...
...I forget all time, all seasons." There is no joy in life as when two intimate hearts impart together yearnings to each other. I lost my darling wife. Now I seek the elegance, the store of grace and poetry, the rich, allusive conversation I knew and loved. I am an observant Jew 65+, classically educated, handsome, retired in ease and gifted with compassionate heart and understanding. East Side (prefer a woman 60 to 68). BOX 19053

looking for a poetry exchange?

46 YEAR OLD
Teacher of autistic children, seeks independent woman for mutual joy and respite. Box 18752

Is that what they call it these days?

A REALLY SPECIAL GUY
A very intelligent man wants to meet a girl who is imaginative, intelligent, determined, brave, very talented, truly ambitious-I am all of these. I'm searching for a girl who is truly my equal; who thinks great thoughts & dreams great dreams, who has real greatness within her soul. If you're the girl I'm looking for, respond with your phone number or e-mail address and I will contact you. BOX 19114

wow. maybe he should look for a matching personals ad?? heh.I think Joan of Arc could probably use a Saturday night out.

Ok, ok. I admit! I'm a punk. Mine would be just as bad!

Monday, July 10, 2006

A Closer Look


What is it about faith and hope?
What makes us see what we see?
Ponderings.
Aubs

Sunday, July 9, 2006

My Favorite Shoe

I love these shoes. Brown slingbacks with texture and a hint of toe cleavage. Mmmmmmm. If only they would never wear out! Thank you Sam & Libby!


Saturday, July 8, 2006

Imported Peaches





It seems the peach festival must go on...though the crops this year are disappointing. SO! Here's a taste of the fun.

Duster Buster

There's something strange about dusting with worn out men's underwear (NOTE: They're clean, don't be gross). I'm just saying.

Aubs

Friday, July 7, 2006

Blog slacker= Blascker?

Hello, my blog. I've been completely out of blog mode for a few months... SO I'll warm up with an ode.


ODE TO MY OIL MAN

I'm ever aware of my oil sticker
That reminds me when lubey time nears.
There's nothing that quite blows up my knickers
Like the ultra-smooth shifting of gears.

Joplin, oh Joplin, strange little town
I had no idea where to go
Joplin, oh Joplin, valvoline starved
I HAD to get back on the road!

I took a swift left and then a hard right
and Barney's appeared like a Sign
It lit up the morning with a dull neon light
and I knew fresh oil would be mine!

Barney's, oh Barney's, grease monkey's shed
I stopped on my way down the road
Barney's, oh Barney's, Penzoil prevails
and they speak in mechanical code.

Friday, oh Friday, oil change in Joplin
I stopped on my long way home
Friday, oh Friday, flashback in Joplin
Oh, what a long way home!!

Monday, May 1, 2006

Sky Colors



What would you think if a swirling, purple blob appeared in the sky one day?
Rainbows are amazing. We're too USED to them.
Aubrey

Monday, April 10, 2006

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

T-shirt Trauma Mama

Ok, it's official. I'm starting afresh.
I went to the laundromat the other night...
washed about 8 loads of clothes at a time...
talked to the laundrofolks...
and left my whites.

They're gone. gone. but, it's no big deal. Just an excuse to get new socks.

Now, the big deal: I washed my t-shirts with my whites!!! My '99 Welcome Week shirt from college. My cozy "war on waste" shirt from Olive Garden '99... my '04 Mukdahan English Camp shirt... I'm dramatic, sure, but life is completely unbalanced without t-shirts! Who can lounge in dresses and gowns? Running in button-ups is no fun! argh.

Argh!
Argh!
Ahoy!
Aubrey

Sunday, April 2, 2006

Yoohoo

It has been a while!
The other night, I called to make a credit card payment over the phone and the operator gave me a little "talk" on credit. She told me about her daughter and wished me luck getting my card paid down. It was sweet.
Cheers to the telemarketers...
Yeah, they're just people trying to get by, too.
Love.
Wind.
debtbegone.
Aubs

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Lies, legends, and gravel road myths from Ol' Blue

I love your stories, Grandpa. I can't do them justice. My versions...

How to get kicks on a Tuesday night:
T: Hello, this is Sandy calling from Smackinhock Real Estate. Could I speak with *name mispronunciation* please?
G: Who? Oh... holding phone away from mouth Hey guys, is *name mispronunciation* here? WHAT? in sad, slow shockHe did? Well, that's too bad. To telemarketer He's not here.
hang up

Heh.

How to bluff your graddaughter:
Grandpa cruises around the kitchen in an old work shirt with the sleeves cut off. Down his arm, from the shoulder, there's a huge black panther tatoo.
Moi: Hey Grandpa, what's the story of your tatoo? When did you get it?
G: Well, Aubrey, you've heard of the Black Panthers? The group from the 60's? Well, I was the only white guy they let in ... but I had to get the tatoo.
Moi: What?! Really?
G: smile

How to put Rogaine out of busizzness:
One day at the body shop, G was shooting the breeze with the other guys. He mentioned that back in the 50's it was popular for middle school boys to rub that facial peach fuzz with carbon paper. Guys in the pre-facial-hair years could speed things up a bit. A few days later, my bald grandpa was fixing something in the shop when someone jumped him from behind and rubbed his bald head with blue carbon paper. That's when they started calling him Ol' Blue.

There's more, but I've got to get home!
Later. Love. Aubs

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

My grandparents are my all-stars *sap alert*

My grandparents come
From Nebraska to Las Vegas, South Dakota, Minnesota, and California ...
From donuts to diapers, sheep, auto body and technology, military and books ...
From letters to phone calls and afternoon sodas ...

I just can't get enough.

I could go on (and I will, next post) but for now, I just need to write/type/shout it out

Cheers to my grandparents.
I love you.
I like you.
I'm so glad to know you.

Aubs/A.J./Aubrey

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Tableau Rosa

New Apartment. New Year. New, new, new.

Untouched Snow
Baby's Feet
Strangers you meet
A field, just mowed


I love it.