Weekly Winners (Oct. 10 – 16)

October 17th, 2010 2 comments

Weekly Winners is a fun little thing bloggers do to showcase some of their favorite photos from the previous week. It is brought to you, me and everyone by the lovely Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom. Visit her site and find all the participants. See some amazing photos brought to you by bloggers around the world. Leave a little love when you do — its like food for the soul!

Weekly Winners

Traveled a lot this last week. As such, I never commented on any WW posts last weekend, nor did I reply to comments in my own. I AM SO SORRY for that!!! :( Bad blogger. A mish-mash of stuff this week.

Travel

Banked curve.

Arkansas State Fair

Welcome to the Arkansas State Fair.

Concert

Show time!

Masonic Cemetery

Found in a Masonic Cemetery in Mt. Pleasant, Texas.

Masonic Cemetery

Also in the Masonic Cemetery. I didn't get it in his picture, but in an almost sad irony, there is a playground across the street.

Masonic Cemetery

Found in a Masonic Cemetery in Mt. Pleasant, Texas. (RetroCam)

Whataburger Fries

It lies. There's not one near me. So I have to get it any time I go to Texas.

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Into the night... (FxCam)

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Photos taken using a Rokinon DZ1000 or my Droid Incredible.
View all of my photos available on my Flickr stream.

Operating hours

October 16th, 2010 5 comments

Every business has its hours of operation, and they exist for a reason. In the service industry, the hours of operation are not necessarily the “work hours” of employees.

I work occasionally at a bar in downtown Nashville. Sometimes, I am serving food. Other times, I bartend. Occasionally, I bar back. Our hours are generally 8 pm to 2:30 am… ish. However, we arrive by 7:30 pm to set up and leave sometimes as late as 5 am.

It baffles me when I work serving food how often people show up around 7:45 and are shocked to find that there isn’t any food cooked. My frier is cold, water to make hot dogs cold, and chili… you guessed it… cold. My cash drawer is being set up. My sign isn’t even out yet. But they want food right now.

It always takes a lot for me to not snap, “Its not ready because we aren’t open yet! Do you go home, open your refrigerator and miraculously a meal appears on your table fully cooked? If it does, I want your house! But my guess is it doesn’t work that way, nor does it work that way here.”

No, instead I smile and ask that they wait. Occasionally, I’ve opted to ignore them until 8 pm and I’m open. Either way, I bite my tongue and keep my rant in my brain.

Okay, and it might make its way to Twitter.

And this blog.

But I don’t name names.

This time.

Nonetheless, people need to realize that for restaurants, stores, etc. to operate, they have a period of prep time and clean-up. This allows them the best chance to serve you properly. It’s important… respect that.

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Projects left undone

October 15th, 2010 1 comment

A couple summers ago, my husband and I started work towards opening a nightclub. It sits across from the bar we both call our home away from home, the one I am working in tonight. It’s a gorgeous building, and I still sit staring at it wistfully. We worked hard on our business plan. We met with contractors. We studied demographics. We researched grants.

In the end, we abandoned the project due to the economy. Finding a private investor proved harder than we anticipated, and the pricetag was scary.

It is a project left undone.

We still hold the dream of some day running a bar or nightclub. But this particular one was not meant to be.

Similarly, about six years ago, I looked into running my own music magazine. I forget now how the option came to land in my lap, but it was exciting! It was my first taste of a business plan, budgeting, and the true behind-the-scenes of publishing.

Legal and financial reasons brought it to a screeching halt.  Again, it wasn’t meant to be… but I’ve never (obviously) lost the publishing bug.

Projects left undone… we all have them. Sometimes its strictly never meant to be, others are just not meant to be right then. Either way, lessons are learned, and you walk away wiser. Just because its undone, it not anything to consider lost.

What are some of your projects left undone? Are they done for good, or just on pause?

Time well spent

October 14th, 2010 3 comments

My husband and I are back on the road… heading back to Nashville. So this will be short as I write via WordPress App again…

As we left my hometown, my brother called, giving us a hard time for trying to sneak away. Turns out, we went right by them and didn’t notice. So we turned around and went back.

We sat and visited with my brother and family for probably around half an hour before hitting the road again. It was wonderful!

As we drove off, I thanked my husband for going back.

“I know it put us a little behind, but it meant a lot to get to see them again,” I said.

“It’s family,” he responded.  “Any time spent with family is not time lost or wasted. It’s time well spent.”

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Show Stories — Collegiate fun

October 13th, 2010 3 comments
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Arkansas State Fair

This last weekend, I road tripped to Little Rock, Arkansas to see my husband do a show at the Arkansas State Fair.  (It’s half-way to my parent’s house in Texas, so it worked beautifully to break that drive up.) My Texas A&M Aggies lost to the Arkansas Razorbacks the night before the show, so there was just a touch of wounded pride for me as I crossed the state line.

During the show, the artist my husband works for mentioned how cool Arkansas’s Hog Call is, and the call was done twice through the course of the show, lead by one of the band members.

The Aggie in me was somewhat grudgingly going, “Rubbing salt in the wound!” But in reality, I had to admit… it was pretty dang cool to hear so many people doing the call:

Woooooooo. Pig. Sooie!
Woooooooo. Pig. Sooie!
Woooooooo. Pig. Sooie!

Razorbacks!

Truth be told, it reminded me a LOT of any of Texas A&M’s yells, and I too got wrapped up in the fun, watching in amazement from side-stage.

I couldn’t help but remember back eight years when I attended a concert in Waco, Texas, at the Heart of Texas Fair to see my friend (who would later become my husband) perform. Texas A&M just happened to be playing Baylor the next day, and, as is tradition, we would be holding Midnight Yell practice in the town of the game… which happened to be Waco. To further the irony, they opted to hold it at the fair right after the concert.

I watched the band clear their gear off the stage and promptly get stuck… they could NOT leave because of the hundreds of Aggies that had descended upon the venue. They wouldn’t be leaving until after the Yell Practice.

The artist my husband worked for ended up running to get a video camera to tape the fun and craziness of Yell Practice as the Yell Leaders took over the stage. It was so much fun to watch my friend, his boss, and his co-workers stare at the crowd in amazement… it was their turn to be entertained by this collegiate pride that shook the roof and swayed arm-in-arm.

We all go to concerts for entertainment… to see a great show. But these musicians and artists go state to state being just as amazed and entertained by the traditions and fun of the various areas. This weekend, I myself was blown away by the Pig Sooie Hog Call. Eight years ago, I was among those amazing the entertainment with Midnight Yell.

It’s a give and take with the entertainment world… they give us their all, and as fans we should give them our all right back.

What does it mean to be THIRTEEN??

October 12th, 2010 1 comment

Today is my nephew’s 13th birthday… I am not a poet, but I tried on my poetic shoes for his birthday. So a poem for my nephew:

What does it mean to be THIRTEEN????

What does it mean to be thirteen?
It’s more than an age,
It’s a new world to be seen.

It’s an age of excitement.
It’s an age of confusion.
It’s an age in which everything just seems an illusion!

On October 12, 1997,
You came into this world.
A gift to us all, one that came straight from heaven.

So precious and so small,
There you were in your Dad’s arms.
“Hey everybody,” he said, “Meet Cody Paul.”

We all ooh’d and ahh’d,
Each straining to see,
This little miracle of life, a gift straight from God.

“I wonder what he’ll be,”
was a question we asked.
That’s something we all must wait to see.

Oh the things we would teach you,
From books and from life.
Why the grass is so green and why sometimes we feel blue.

We would stop and explain.
With every, “What’s that?”
Not just for your knowledge, but for ours just the same.

There’s a truth you should know.
It is you who is the teacher,
Every day and every moment, you’ve helped us all to grow.

Your optimism, your drive,
Your smile and laughter,
You’ve quite simply just made us all more alive.

Along came a sister,
And I’ll always remember.
“Why do they want HER,” you asked in a whisper.

But in HER you have a friend,
One who cares and defends.
She’ll stand by your side, her loyalty won’t bend.

Your mom and your dad,
Grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles.
We are all so proud of you. You are such an awesome lad!

So here you are thirteen,
And I ask the question again:
Thirteen?? What on earth does it mean!?

It means a lot,
A lot to us all.
You’re getting older, whether we like it or not.

You are now THIRTEEN,
Enjoy it every second.
And don’t stop to think twice about what it might mean.

Live, laugh and love.
Every second, every day.
Gather strength, faith and hope, from the big man above.

We are all so very proud,
And we love you so much.
Happy Birthday, dear Cody, we shout that out loud!!!

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