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Wedding Gifts

I like to buy people old books for gifts.  Part of it is that I like to look at old books in old bookstores, and on Ebay.  Part of it is that I love books in general.  Part of it is the idea that I can find a book with some sort of meaning or personal thought behind it and feel my gift was unique.  I use old books as decoration, and I like to buy books that are pretty. For example, I gave Ashley and Otis an old copy of Gone with the Wind for their wedding.  Ashley is from Oklahoma, and Otis is from Marietta.  Gone with the Wind has a great deal of the history of Atlanta and Marietta in the pages and Ashley has never read it before, and it was a book she and I have discussed in the past.   

But sometimes I worry that I’m doing that thing where I’m giving people a gift I would want to receive – as opposed to giving them a gift that they would want to receive. 

Anyone got an opinion?  Sometimes it is a cheaper option, but it definitely takes more time and effort than buying off the registry.  But you never know, some people don’t want a musty old book that someone else picked out.  Maybe I’m just weird. 

I want to make sure no one missed this –

My Favorite Bar…

….Is Famous!  Check it out – Esquire has it as the best bar in the country!  #1 – The Globe – Athens, Georgia. 

I can’t wait for the first football game.  The extended forecast says the high for September 1, 2007 in Athens, Ga. is going to be 86 degrees.  Can you believe that?

Quotes

I need a place where I can put quotes I like.  I’m going to start here.  These are going to be very random, stolen from other places, like people’s facebooks or blogs.  So I apologize if I stole from you. 

“I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating. Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies because they cannot talk.”
– The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

Toby: “Actually, I didn’t think it was appropriate to invite children, since it’s uh, you know, there’s gambling and alcohol, and it’s in our dangerous warehouse, and it’s a school night, and you know, Hooters is catering, and is that enough, is that enough, should I keep going …”
Michael: “Why are you the way that you are?”

“One time she punched me in the face…it was AWESOME!”
~”Mean Girls”

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved…who never yawn and say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” Jack Kerouac

Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t. — Margaret Thatcher

“The trial transcript quotes Ms. Hayden as saying Murphy called her a snitch bitch “hoe.” A “hoe,” of course, is a tool used for weeding and gardening. We think the court reporter, unfamiliar with rap music (perhaps thankfully so), misunderstood Hayden’s response. We have taken the liberty of changing “hoe” to “ho,” a staple of rap music vernacular as, for example, when Ludacris raps “You doin’ ho activities with ho tendencies.”– Terence T. Evans, Seventh Circuit Judge

“I like to think of Jesus with giant eagle’s wings and singing lead vocals for Lynyrd Skynyrd with like an angel band and I’m in the front row and I’m hammered drunk.”
-Cal Noughton, Jr.

“When two people, lovers, or sometimes friends, have an enduring care for each other, allow each other to be human, faulted, flawed, but real, then being human becomes a glorious thing to be.  If the human race ever makes progress, that is how.”  – Madeline L’Engle.

So, I think I told y’all that they are doing construction on the building where I work.  Right now there is a scaffold outside my window – like the kind they used to wash windows on tall buildings – they are hanging from the top of the building.  There are two men on the moving scaffold, and they are BLARING the local country music station.  It is just as loud as it would be if it was on my desk in my office. 

Now they are dropping down the building and the music is getting fainter.  But Shania is still singing her heart out. 

All I can say is that singing is better than banging.  I just wish they would change the station during the commercials.

Update:  I thought County was vaguely annoying.  Now we are listening to classic rock, and they are back up by my window, it is so loud.  I have been subjected to ten minutes of Free Bird, then a bunch of commercials involving the sanford and son jingle, and now I’m listening to Saturday Night – I’m not sure who sings it – but it goes – SATURDAY! SATURDAY!  SAAAATTTTUUUURRRDDDAAAY!!!  SATURDAY!  SATURDAY NIGHT! over and over again.  My head hurts.  I’m going to hurt someone.  I’ve also been subjected to Brown Eyed Girl – which was accompanied by the guys on the scaffold.  They like to sing along. 

OH NO!  Now we are listening to Black Dog by Led Zeppelin – HEY HEY MAMA SAID THE WAY YOU MOVE!  And they are singing along!

Obviously these songs have a place in the world, but not in my office at noon, on full blast. 

I hate this radio station.  Bad to the Bone?  Seriously? 

I’m really excited about football season.  I really like the Daily Affirmations made possible by the guys at EDSBS (even if they do love the gators). 

Let me be clear – I love the SEC, and I will fall on my sword before I let some other conference lover talk trash about ANY team in the SEC.  The bottom line – we are better than you.  I don’t care if you think I’m bias, I’m right.  That being said – the only teams worth hating are in the SEC. 

There is a lot of hate being slung around the Southeast in the fall.  Welcome to hate country.  I can’t tell you which team I hate the most, because I mostly hate them all, and it will depend on how the Dawgs play this year as to who I hate the most.  The best part about football season is that every saturday, EVERYONE stops and has a party.  Not everyone drinks, but everyone either drives to their college town of choice, or simply meets at a friend’s house for the festivities.  Your team doesn’t even have to be playing for there to be a party.  Someone’s team is playing.  And that game might affect your team, so you don’t want to miss it.  So, basically, you find a reason to hate someone you like, and a reason to hang out at someone’s house that you hate.  You might even invite someone over to YOUR house that you hate.   

Plus there are normally lots of fun things to eat like bean dip and cookies and pizza or chicken fingers.  And beer.  Mmmm.  Beer.  Or, Bourbon.  I don’t drink liquor as a general rule.  I don’t like it that much.  There are two occasions when I make an exception to this rule, football season and the masters.  Football season – just the smell of bourbon and coke transports me to a loud stadium full of screaming fans.    It is exciting and fun, and leads to a lot of general animosity and good cheer.

The one thing that people in the south can agree on during the early fall months, is that everyone loves the Braves.  The Braves are the team of the South.  Even though they live in the ATL and not everyone loves the ATL, everyone loves the Braves.  And even though lots of people ignore the Braves for most of the season, it is hard to ignore them when they are doing well in September.  So, Go Braves, and GO DAWGS!

p.s. obviously the use of the word hate in this post is meant to be taken in the most harmless form of the word. 

The high today is suppose to be 104.  Wait – no, now they are saying 103.  Right now it is 98 and feels like 104. 

I’m well aware of the fact that no one really wants to hear about the weather, but the heat really does make me stupid.  I have a hard time figuring out what I could possible eat that would taste good in the heat.  My little air conditioner is trying very hard, but is struggling.

My parent’s pool is registering a temperature of 93 degrees.  How refreshing.  It was 90 degrees according to JP’s car at 11:15 last night.   

In other news, our common file drive has been located and I am able to access it from my computer.  Hooray!

Football season will be upon us soon, which is very exciting.  This will be Briscoe’s first football season, and she is really pumped.

I wish I was in the mountains sitting on a deck reading a book or hiking in a cool damp forest.  I wish I could go back to camp.  I wish I lived in Cicely, Alaska and was part of the cast of northern exposure.  While I’m dreaming, I’m going to dream big.  (ohh, I had terrible dreams last night, dreams we are going to pretend never happened so I will forget them).     

Stifled

The roof in the building where I work leaks.  After a serious struggle, construction has begun to replace the roof and install new , efficient windows.  I work on the 9th floor of said building.  Construction started today.  It is loud.  But not too loud.  Only loud enough for me to know it has begun and that it is going to get worse before it gets better.  I have three big windows in my office that overlook the edge of town.  I can see miles and miles of trees, and the only blight on my view is a far away factory smokestake.  In the last week I have noticed a hawk circling in and out of my view. 

When it is pretty outside, the blue sky and green trees are very soothing.  Today the sky is hazy, not exactly what you could call cloudy, but the sort of haze that on first glance you think might indicate clouds, but the longer you look the more you realize that the glare is too bright for clouds and it must be haze. 

The IT department here at work felt the need to redo our computer accounts, and in the move from the old account to the new account the the common file drive I share with my little group of colleagues has been lost.  IT assures us that it has not been deleted.  But it has been inaccessible to us all morning.  Every single one of my word documents are on that drive.  I need that drive.  I have been unable to be of much use this morning without access to that drive. 

So instead I have been watching the temperature and heat index rise on weather.com.  The forecast says it is going to be 102 today, with a heat index of 110.  Right now it is 94 degrees with a heat index of 100 degrees.  The high for yesterday was suppose to be 101, and my car said it got that hot, as did the bank sign.  Tomorrow the high is 100 degrees.  I spoke with Betsy yesterday and she was driving through Macon, she said her car said it was 104. 

I know it gets a lot hotter than 102 in other parts of the country, but I’ve been told that there is something called a "dry heat."  The heat around here is heavy, and damp and sticky.  Honestly, I don’t mind the heat too terribly most of the time, but when we have summer heat waves, sometimes I really think I might melt. 

Take care of your pets and don’t leave them outside in this heat!   

THe Orvis Dog Book

Orvis stores are fun.  Expensive, but fun.  My favorite part of the Orvis line are the products they offer to the four legged furry animals who often think they are human. Orvis thinks they might be part human too. 

You can get your dog a memory foam dog bedOr a memory foam lounger.  I want a memory foam mattress on my own bed, and until I get one, Briscoe will not be afforded such a luxury.  But looking through the dog catalog made me wish I was terribly rich and could shower my dog with all the best stuff.  Like the dog blanket that is perfect for protecting your beautiful leather couch.  Or the platform dog bed that lets your dog sleep right next to you in their own bed, so you can still be close without being crowded.

Actually, the more I think about – instead of being rich and being able to buy my dog the very best, I think I would like to be the dog of someone very rich who would buy me the very best.  I’m a great companion.  Very loyal.  Friendly.  Maybe in my next life. 

Stop Signs

Let’s talk for a second about stop signs.  First, I’m going to address four way stops.  When you roll up to a four way stop, and there are other cars around, which ever car got there first gets to go first.  If the car that got there first is going straight, and you are turning right, you can go ahead and turn right before the person across from you turns left, because the driver turning left has to wait on the driver going straight.  And, from what I understand, if you all roll up at the same time, the driver going straight has the right away, then the driver turning right, the then driver turning left.  Left always goes last if everything else is equal, and straight always goes first.  Please STOP me if you learned something different.  (haha, I’m so punny).

Now let’s talk about two way stops, where there is a busy road, and you are on a smaller road, either trying to cross the busy road or turn onto the busy road from the smaller road.  The rules are basically the same, but sort of different because you are trying to not get killed by oncoming traffic on busy road.  What makes sense to me, and what seems the most safe in my experience, is that  if you are sitting at the stop sign, and there is another car sitting at the stop sign on the other side of the busy street, REGARDLESS of who got there first – the person turning right is probably going to go when ever it wants – and not worry too much about the other car, because they only need one lane to be clear to turn.  But if one car is going straight across busy road, and one car is turning left onto busy road, the car going straight should go first.  Then the car going left can turn. 

Obviously, if there are lots of cars in line, and all the cars on one side are going straight and all the cars on the other are turning left, they should take turns, straight, left, straight, left, etc.

But lately I’ve been thinking that maybe I have this theory wrong.  Because every time I try to give the person going straight the right of way, they sit there like I’m stupid and wave to me to go ahead and go, which seems dangerous because sometimes I react to their waving by assuming the coast is clear, when really it isn’t.

Was I taught wrong?  Or is the world just full of terrible drivers?