Tuesday, October 20, 2009

My Purpose

I think I missed my true calling in life. Forget the education, forget all the time I've spent learning in and out of the classroom, and the homework, and the tests, and the book reports, and the 10 page papers about the Loch Ness Monster. (Yeah, I really did write a paper about her. It was a follow up on the 8 page paper I wrote about Aliens.) I could have skipped this. Because I know what I was called to do in my life.


Really. I hear the music, and I just need to move. I can see movement in my mind and I must copy it. Then as I dance, I picture others joining me, until we are all one giant mass of dancing. It wouldn't be very organized, but that's ok. It's all just what you feel.

Too bad when I try this out I look like a crazy gerbil having seizures. Where is the justice??

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Quite the Tribute

Yesterday was a fun day. It had it's highs and lows, but I had quite an enjoyable time.

Let's start with work, shall we? I don't really love my job, but I love my boss. I know, we've talked about this before. We have soup at work now. That makes me happy. Especially when it's the Tomato Vegetable cause that's so tasty and only 93 calories a serving. YES! Sorry, digressing slightly.

A man wanted soup today, but we couldn't give it to him in a bowl with the lid because we didn't have any. They were coming in a shipment that was running late. As my manager explained this to him, she kept talking about how the bowls were supposed to be there and she couldn't understand what was taking the bowls so long. It really sounded like she was talking about how independent the bowls were and that they were total slackers for not arriving on time. I like to root for the underdog, so I told my manager to be nice. They have such little legs, and they don't have any eyes so they could read a map, or mouths to ask for directions... Ok, yes I'm strange.

After the customers left, I was in the back doing dishes and still thinking about the conversation. I know, move on. I turned to a co-worker and said, "If you think about it, proportionately bowls would have to have really little legs." Her response, "Yes.... But WHY would you think about it?" She wasn't being mean, she's not like that. She was honestly wondering. Why do I think of things like that? I don't know. But I do. So, we made a little bowl man, and named him Murry. Not to be mistaken with Murry, the evil-demonic talking Skull.

After work I went with 4 friends of mine to a marching band competition. Quite enjoyable. Even if our waiter (who we think may be a closet knitter) was the slowest thing this side of Zimbabwe. Really, who takes 90 minutes to eat at a Village Inn? You do if you have our server!

We then quickly ran to Wal*mart cause we were now running late to buy ponchos and umbrellas. I heard L5 say something I thought I would never hear (~snicker~) and we were on our way.

I would bet that those of you not living in this state are not aware of what happened last Saturday. On the way back from a competition there was a band (Not L7's) that had an accident. One bus went off the road and fell over killing the staff member on board. She died saving her kids. The bus driver passed out and this women jumped forward and grabbed the wheel. She stopped the accident from being worse, but she died in the process. To show support for this band, many bands decided to wear red ribbons on their uniforms. I didn't want to be left behind so I too was wearing a red ribbon. It was really neat to see red ribbons everywhere. Yes, it was still a competition, but it united the bands.

At the competition, we accidentally sat next to the bulk of the student body for this suffering school. There were probably close to 200 people there. I was very impressed by this. Most of these kids had no idea what was going on (as shown by the fact that they would start cheering right after I would. That was a really cool drum break... I scream, and then they start clapping and yelling too) But they were there to support their peers. As the band took the field, they all stood and started singing their school hymn. I wished that I knew the words so I could join. The show was marched (and done very well) There was a moment of silence for the fallen director, and then this group of students started singing Be Still My Soul. Many tears were shed. But there was an amazing spirit there. I'm not a crier, but I was close.

Yes, this band swept the competition. But they deserved it. I was so impressed by the student body. They cheered for EVERY band. I didn't hear them say a single negative word. They didn't know what was going on, but they knew that their peers could use their support. They came to support the geeky band kids. (I can say that, I was one of them) People say that the teens today are selfish and mean and lazy. Maybe some are, but the ones I met last night were kind, thoughtful and quite noble. Way to be!

PS. Do you ever feel the desire to eat with a really big spoon, just because you can? Even though you have a really small mouth? I do.