April 2, 2009
While driving into work yesterday I saw a man running. I know, this doesn’t seem like anything exciting but this man was running in a strange way. Both of his arms never left his sides.
Seeing this man running in this way led me to think about WHY he was doing it for the remainder of my drive. Some reasons I came up with were:
1. He had some sort of disability that doesn’t allow him to lift his arms.
2. The wind was blowing his shirt up and he was holding it down.
3. Pants were falling down.
4. He just runs like this- and has been teased about it all of his life.
That last option caused me to think about how this guy’s childhood might have been and how much he may have been teased. I could relate having always been overweight and usually picked last for any activity in P.E. class. Poor guy. He probably had all sorts of emotional scars and he was being so brave going out for a morning run.
However options two or three could have been correct and dude just needs to go shopping for better workout clothes. I will never know. I’ll just go on believing number four. It’s more inspiring.
March 10, 2009
The new Comcast commercials
remind me of the opening titles in Juno.
Call me crazy.
March 3, 2009
Recently I saw a license plate that read: “68TGRS.” Whenever I see or hear anything related to the ’68 Detroit Tigers I think of my father. My said said that the only album he ever owned as a teenager was Year of the Tiger (which basically was a celebration of the 1968 Detroit Tigers narrated by Ernie Harwell.) Obviously my dad was not into music while growing up- at least not into listening. He did play trumpet, piano and other instruments. He is also a pretty talented singer. He probably has more musical talent than the rest of my family combined, yet recently he claimed that he “had never heard that song ‘Freebird’.”
My mother, like me, cannot carry a tune to save her life. Much of my love of music comes from her and the constant playing of her eclectic collection of albums through my childhood. She doesn’t play any instruments but I have not known many people as emotionally involved with music as my mother.
If I have children, I wonder if they will take after me as far as music is concerned. Or, like my father and my brother Matthew will sports be their passion, with music just something going on in the background? Or, maybe they will be passionate about something else completely and think their mom is kind of weird when she has no clue what they are talking about.
February 4, 2009
I played the violin from the time I was in 5th grade through the end of my freshman year in high school. I don’t remember the name of my first teacher but I remember what he looked like. He was heavyset, with gray messy hair & glasses. I remember feeling sorry for him for some reason. Perhaps I got the impression that he felt he should be doing better things than helping a bunch of 10 and 11-year-olds learn how to play stringed instruments. My classes were held at the Junior High and mom or dad would drop me off after school.
After sixth grade my family moved from Oklahoma to Austin, Texas. I was bummed about this move but I figured I would make friends easily in Orchestra class. That is until I found out that my class was filled with kids who had been reading music and playing their respective instruments before they could tie their shoes. I was horrified. However, being in this class made me work harder than I had worked on anything in my life. I practiced for hours and though I never quite made it to first chair I wasn’t totally embarrassed when I had to play in front of others. When I moved to Amarillo, Texas right in the middle of eighth grade I actually wasn’t the worst player in the class. (I wasn’t the best either, but I’ll take what I can get.)
After eighth grade my family moved from Amarillo to Lexington, Tennessee. My new high school did not have an orchestra so I took private violin lessons from a woman suggested by my friend Cindy. The woman had a husband who was much older and a son about my age. She had organized an orchestra, made of people of various ages and skill levels. I enjoyed playing in this orchestra and I was told on numerous occasions that “I had heart.” I think this might have really meant “I wasn’t that great.”
When I moved back to Michigan in tenth grade I had basically given up on playing the violin at school. I figured it would just be a hobby I’d have on the side. However I needed another class when making my schedule and Band class fit perfectly. However, I didn’t know how to play any band instruments. My counselor said that it would be fine if I just played the violin in the band. I KNEW that wouldn’t work but I was just a kid, so I went along with the idea.
After having to play my violin in front of about sixty band students I wanted to run out of the room and never come back. (I would later find out that some of the students who became my best friends were cracking jokes about this “fiddle player” from Tennessee.) I decided that I needed to learn a band instrument. So, I taught myself how to play the flute. And once again, I wasn’t the best but I still wasn’t the worst either.
I find I am like that in most areas of life. I am not the best writer, but I am not the worst either. I am not the best singer, but I am not the worst. I don’t know if I will ever be the best at anything in this world. However, I am starting to realize that doesn’t really matter- you just have to keep playing.
I should really post more often than once a month.
I am listening to the new Sam Roberts Band album. Well, it’s been out for a while, but I guess not in the States. I love it- I don’t think there is a song I don’t like. Now I wish I had bought tickets to the show they are playing later this month in Detroit. It’s sold out now. Bah.
My skin is so dry that it hurts because of this horrible cold weather. The sun actually came out over the weekend (and just in time for Groundhog Day, of course!) It felt nice to have to actually wear sunglasses, even though I was still bundled up in winter clothes.
Everyone at work is getting sick. I am really nervous. The last thing I need is an illness wiping out all of my vacation time.
Oh, and I am kind of addicted to Twitter. There I said it.
It happens without fail ever year. As soon as I hear the last notes of “Auld Lang Syne” I begin longing for the warmth and sunshine of summer. Someone remind me why I live in Michigan again?
Christmas and New Year’s Eve were both fun. My friends and I tried something different (for us) on New Year’s Eve and went to a large party at a nearby banquet hall. The crowd was a lot younger than I expected but I believe everyone had a good time. Some more than others but that’s another story.
I have high hopes for myself in 2009. Here’s to self-improvement and positive changes!
December 5, 2008
I have been pretty stressed out these past couple of weeks. One thing that I like to do when I am stressed is watch old television programs. I recently discovered that Fancast.com has full episodes of Perfect Strangers available to watch. I have been watching episodes each night for the past week.
I loved this show while growing up, as did my brothers and sister. It was a part of the TGIF lineup on ABC and my family loved TGIF. We called Perfect Strangers “Balki and Larry.” I was kind of nervous about watching episodes because usually when I watch episodes of shows I loved when I was a kid I am disappointed. (Like when I watched an episode of Step by Step when I was home last week that ended with the Lambert and Foster kids in a food fight.)
I was not disappointed. I still love this show. The Christmas episode that I watched last night had me in tears. I have really enjoyed watching the show and reliving the memories it stirs up. It’s nice to see Bronson Pinchot not being creepy. (If you haven’t seen clips of Bronson on The Surreal Life don’t try to find any. You will never look at Balki in the same way again.)
I don’t know which show I am going to move on to next. I see that Family Ties is available. Prepare for a stirring Michael J. Fox tribute next week.
My grandmother passed away very early Monday morning. It has been a rough week to say the least, especially with the holidays coming up. My grandmother was an extremely tough and sometimes stubborn woman. She was a fighter until the end. She was a loving mother to nine children. Her seventh child was my mother who is obviously one of the most important people who will ever be a part of my life. I will forever be thankful to my grandmother for raising my mother to be such an amazing person.
During the past few days I felt sad that the children that I hope to have someday will not get the opportunity to meet my grandmother. I am disappointed that they will never receive the warm hugs and feel genuinely loved and welcomed when in her home. However I know that they will know that same love, through me, through my mother and every one of my relatives touched by the wonderful woman that was Halia Mae Tidwell.
November 5, 2008
I have heard and seen a lot of people saying that “they haven’t been proud to be an American until now.” This angers me just a bit. Yes, I know that Americans have been responsible for many bad things, especially recently. However, we have also been responsible for some awesome things. A lot of unbelievable events happened yesterday that I’m sure a lot of older Americans never expected to see in their lifetimes. I am so glad that the man who I felt was the best candidate won this very important election. I am very proud that so many people, especially young people went out and voted yesterday. However, this doesn’t mean that this country hasn’t always been great. The fact that Barack Obama was elected yesterday just proves how great this country can be and the influence we can have on the world. I’m just prouder than EVER to be an American. I hope that this country just continues on this path to becoming even greater.
October 21, 2008
I really am enjoying this song/video. I am trying to figure out where the bar scenes were filmed.