Thursday, July 17, 2008

It is like looking in a mirror! (Tongue firmly planted in cheek)

What do these ladies have in common? Well, these are all ladies that I have been compared to with regularity pretty much every time I go to a place with a large group of people.
I'm flattered, I really am. I just find it amusing which people get brought up the most. I mean, you name any star with big almond eyes, high cheekbones and full lips, and some drunktard has probably told me I look "Just like her" while I've been out at a club. It is amazing how beer goggles can morph anyone into somebody else!

But these particular women come up with such regularity in alcoholic and non-alcoholic situations, so there has got to be something there. What I find most interesting is that they come up more depending on what age I was/am.

From 1992-1998 I got Geena Davis and/or Robin Wright-Penn ALL of the time:

When I had a brief stint of orange/blond/red hair I heard Toni Collette:

Then right around 2004-now I started hearing Rachel McAdams:

Hey! At least I am getting younger!!!

Monday, July 14, 2008


There is so much that I don't remember that I wish I did and so much that I remember clearly that I wish I did not.

I'm glad I've been keeping journals for so long. Going through old notebooks, I wish I was better at putting dates on things. I thought it was charming that I used to journal by just flipping it open and writing whatever on the first empty page. Now, some 20 years later, I don't think it is charming, it looks like a load of random thoughts written by a person with really bad A.D.D. Haha!

Some of the stuff is very good, but it is written in a way that, back then, I thought I would recall every reference and secret nod. Now, I remember well enough to know some of it was written in code, just not well enough to have any idea what any of it means!

Is life like that? Are we forgotten after we die as quickly as we forget our own life while we were alive? That is a scary thought.

PS- Speaking of words, did I mention that my dad has a blog now!!! Check it out! That means both of my parents, my favorite Auntie, a cousin or two, and my older brother are all blogging. Now, if we could just get my youngest brother on a computer, it would be the whole gang!

The strangest dream.

I just woke up. I am in the process of getting ready to go to work, but I can't get the crazy dream I had last night out of my head.

I dreamt that every stuffed animal, porcelain animal figurine, and animal shaped toy I've ever owned came to life last night and they were all following me around looking for attention and food. It was so weird. I had curio cabinets all over the house with things scratching on the doors begging to be let out.

There is no real point to this other than the fact that it was really funny and maybe even a little terrifying but it was so unusual I had to post it. I always have vivid dreams, but this one was a bit stranger than most.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Take me out to the ball game...

This is another one I got from my dad. I think it is so cute.

My dad is the tall guy with glasses on the end, all the way to the left, my Grandfather is the coach. This was in Muskegon, MI in the 60's.

Jack J Price, Sr - April 28, 1932 – July 15, 2003

*Originally posted 7/15/04

His empty chair...
Nothing has ever looked quite as empty
As that chair
Sitting there in the morning light
With his impression still outlined in his blanket
Tossed across the back
Like it was waiting for him to return from the other room
and pick up from where he left off

I stand in front of it
Like I am waiting for him to appear
As if I am somehow seeing through him
but he is really there

This empty shrine
To how things used to be
And will never be again
shows that everything changes in an instant
but nothing ever moves

I sit down in his chair
And I am immediately surrounded by the smell of his aftershave
And body chemistry
That has become a part of the chair
The thing that gives it life
And hangs on to who he was

I remember all of the times I climbed in his lap in this very chair
when I was small and young
and he was here
How it always seemed safe there with him
How he was stronger than anyone

No one would dare to try and hurt you when you were with him

And how years later
I saw the same dance performed for me
with my own daughter taking my place

He was a man who knew who he was
Lived his life the way he wanted to
And didn't take any grief from anyone

He was a man who would speak his mind
And stand up for the people he loved without hesitation
He was as fierce as he was forgiving
Stubborn as he was gentle
Flawed but fearless when it came to facing the world

He may not have been perfect
But he was ours and we were of him

He was the right cocktail of love, respect, grit and fear....
And when I watched the light leave his face
Saw him take his final breath
I knew the world was never going to be the same.

He was my grandfather and I love him.

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