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Voiceless

May 29th, 2009 No comments

I’ve been flirting with a sinus infection for almost a week now. Not unusual for me in May and October. My evil months of the year for health. I think I successfully kept the infection away, but…

This is the first time in a long time that my voice has completely exited. I can barely whisper… occassionally a little sound comes out. But on a whole, no voice. Atleast my throat doesn’t HURT. It just won’t emit sound!

Thank heavens for text messaging, instant messaging, Twitter and notepads! Otherwise, I’d be cut off from all communications. That would pretty much drive me crazy. Especially since my husband is in Oklahoma today, and I have a friend from back home visiting! This is not a good time to have no voice!

Me and Lindsey in the Alley

Me and Lindsey in the Alley

I guess I should be grateful I have a few days before I work downtown again. Perhaps that would be a worse time. Pretty hard to ask what someone wants on their hot dog when there’s no voice. I suppose I could just point at the menu and list of toppings. That might work, assuming they aren’t seeing double by that time.

I digress. Since I am all about adding pictures to my blog entries, I’ll put a picture here of me and Lindsey from Wednesday night. A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. I wonder if that counts double when there is no voice to say those words.

Hmmmm…

Anyway, Lindsey is my oldest friend with a history there that can never, ever, ever be denied or beaten. Known her since we were both 5! So 23 years of friendship. That’s rare to find these days. And reminiscing has been a BLAST! Not going to be ready to see her leave tomorrow morning.

Here’s to hoping my voice reappears this afternoon so we can continue to visit… maybe a trip to the mall will help. Maybe.

Do they sell voices at the mall?

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At the drive-in

May 26th, 2009 No comments
Drive-In Intermission

Drive-In Intermission

I don’t know what came over me this afternoon. I’m sure my husband even wondered what came over me.

See, out of the blue, as we sat on the couch thinking about the day — Memorial Day, a day to honor and remember all the men and women who serve our country so we can enjoy our many freedoms — I blurted out, “Do you want to go see a movie?”

Movies are just so darn expensive to go see these days! And we’ve had to tighten down to get through. So for me to suggest going to see a movie was about like my suggesting that the sky had turned green and the grass blue.

After some discussion on what we’d go see, my husband suggested going to a drive-in movie. I was skeptical, just thinking that with it being a Monday night there would be no way we would find one open. However, a quick Google search not only found a drive-in close by — about a 45 minute drive for us — but one that was showing a double feature of the two movies we couldn’t decide between in the beginning! Besides all of that, the ticket prices couldn’t be beat. It was a no brainer, and a date night created.

This was my first visit to a drive in. I still remember the drive-in that was such a prominent feature in my hometown. I also remember it being torn down in the late 1980s. Today, that lot holds a nursing home, as my hometown became one of the many towns and cities in which the drive-in has disappeared.

Me and my seat at the drive-in

Me and my seat at the drive-in

With that disappearance, the experience of attending a drive-in theater has also disappeared. That’s a fact that has always made me sad, and after tonight it makes me all the more sad.

I absolutely loved watching movies sitting in chairs in the bed of my truck. Two great movies — both of which I definitely recommend, “Star Trek” and “Angels & Demons” — and great food at the concession stand. My husband insisted I take a blanket with me, which I am so glad he did… it came in handy! We snuggled up under the stars, surrounded by lightening bugs. I have to admit… it was rather romantic.

This was one of the cheapest, yet most special, date nights we’ve ever had. I can’t wait to do it again!

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Stardust Drive-In is located in Watertown, TN. A short trip into the country from Nashville, just south of Lebanon, TN.

Three strikes, times two

May 24th, 2009 1 comment

I have a fairly staunch rule I set into place years ago.

I don’t let random men buy me drinks in bars. I know, many just gasped in horror, but its my rule and its served me well for many years and avoided many misunderstandings.

The other night, I was at a bar in downtown Nashville, visiting with friends and watching my husband play, when a guy decided to buy me and another friend of mine a drink. Under the impression (based on the conversation, etc.) that he knew my friend, I broke my rule and went along with it in the spirit of socializing with my friends.

I felt the need to walk away, though, when he would not take me seriously when I stated that my dream in life is to be a writer and that that is indeed what I have chosen as my career. Writing apparently was not a good enough for him and he kept pestering me for a different answer, and it was on that note that I walked away. I simply walked away and visited elsewhere until he left.

It was after this that I learned that he had been making a pill of himself with ALL the ladies in the bar and he was not, in fact, an acquaintance of my friend as I had believed. If he felt himself a “player,” he’d failed miserably.

Strike one: being a pill to all. Strike two: misrepresentation. Strike three: not taking me seriously.

It is cases like this that interactions both socially and professionally can be quite the minefield. You never know when someone is going to be legitimate. And it is within this uncertainty that I made my own three strikes in my discussion with this person.

1 – They make the first move, but reveal nothing about themselves.
In my interaction with this guy, I realized he told me nothing about himself, and I told him random facts about me. I was cagey, yes, but he learned I am married, work part-time at the bar, went to Texas A&M and that my passion is writing. None of this is exactly a secret, but its still more than I learned about him. I never asked, I admit. I didn’t want to know, and I hoped my disinterest in him would make it clear he needed to leave me alone. When it didn’t, I chose to walk away. But it is within this that I realized that I knew nothing about this guy. Nothing except that I didn’t trust him…

2 – Making an assumption.
No one told me this guy was an acquaintance of my friend. I drew that conclusion based on the fact that he was talking with my friend in close proximity, bought her a drink as well, and that they knew where one another was originally from. With those facts in hand, I made an assumption.

As my Dad reminds me regularly. Never assume. It makes an ass out of you and me. Call this a lesson proven true.

3 – Breaking my own rules.
When you have those personal rules, you stick with them. Go with your gut. Even if its not the most “cool” thing to do. Your instincts are there for a reason. Listen to them. I didn’t and I broke my rule of “no strange guy buying me a drink.” My very own strike three.

This whole thing is in the past and thus not worth my time to think about… however, its also a lesson to myself that I learned and will heed in the future.

Cat wrangling

May 18th, 2009 No comments
Bailey & Sully

Bailey & Sully

I got my first cat, Sully, in 2003. Prior to that I’d been a devout “DOG PERSON.” Cats were evil, though I didn’t know why. I think it was because I brother didn’t like cats so I figured I shouldn’t like them either. However my now-husband convinced me otherwise.

So, in summer 2003, I became a dog AND cat person. Sully has proven to be… a grumpy old man even before he got “old.”

My vet’s office in Texas actually would warn new hires about Sully due to how he freaks out at the vets office. I would take him in to get his claws trimmed, and it would take four people to get the job done even AFTER a muzzle was put on him! Quickly it came to pass that I’d walk in and the words, “cat rodeo” would be uttered, and new hires would stare in awe and go, “So THAT’S Sully…”

Needless to say, I think they were relieved when I moved to Nashville.

In fall 2007, we adopted another cat. Little Bailey came into our life as a sweet, innocent, cuddly ball of fur. And in the past year grew up to be a spray-crazy, vocal little annoyance. We’d never gotten him neutered, and the last straw was the day he sprayed on our bed. The next morning I was making him an appointment threatening to “cut ‘em off on my own with a pair of scissors” if the spraying didn’t stop already!

However, silly me did not make note of the fact that I’d scheduled the neutering (and shots for Sully) on a day my husband would be on the road. He has been safe and sound on a tour bus all day while I wrangled our sons.

Bailey wasn’t too difficult this morning. I honestly think it was just because he didn’t know what was happening. He’d never been in a pet carrier before, and it didn’t seem to phase him too much. I was amazed when they called me half an hour later to let me know the procedure had gone fine.

Sully, on the other hand, bolted as soon as he saw his pet carrier come out of the back shed. Wrangling him into the truck was not fun, but at least once he was inside the carrier he was nice and calm during the hour and a half wait in the waiting room to see the vet for shots and a checkup. I briefly, foolishly, thought maybe with age he’d mellowed.

NOPE!

Upon entrance into the examining room, my mellow, snugly Sully turned into something resembling a mountain lion. Hissing. Batting. Snapping. It took three of us to make the shots even happen! I swear it was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!

I eventually gathered up my babies — Bailey with a list of dos and don’ts for the night, which will be interesting to do and not do considering I have to work tonight — and came home. Only to hit my head trying to wrangle car carriers in the garage. (Don’t ask how, just know it was like the last straw.)

Now, Sully is Mr. Loving again. And Bailey won’t let me come within four feet of him without bolting. At least hubby comes home tonight and can watch the while I am at work. They’ll only go a few hours unattended. So hopefully no one pulls out any sutures not vomits all over the house.

Cat wrangling.

It really should be a sport.

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Blog Migration

May 11th, 2009 No comments

“Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!”

I’ve migrated from Blogger to WordPress… Welcome to the new Musician’s Widow!!

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In memory

May 9th, 2009 No comments

Follow-up to my previous blog entry on May 1:

The memorial for Brian Steele this week was nothing short of amazing. The sheer number of people who came together in his memory was moving, and to see it come together so well gave me this unexplainable JOY.

THIS is what a memorial should be like… celebrating a life and the connections a person brought together, even as we remain saddened that the person is gone from our life.

It got me thinking and wondering: if something happened to me, how would I be remembered? As I take stock of another person’s life — a person who so clearly touched so many people in such a positive way — it makes me want to be better myself. To reach out more to others. To make people smile and laugh.

And when it’s my time to go, I want the people who knew me to throw down like we did for Brian. Dance the night away. Shots all around (be it of alcohol or water!). Laughter right along with tears.

I’ve heard it so often that a funeral should be more a celebration of a life lived than a lamenting a life lost. The memorial this week was exactly that. I liked that… a lot. Celebrate the life that was lived, even as you mourn in your heart.

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