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“The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part”

For some reason, I had this song in my head all day yesterday. And all night. Yes, I can sleep with songs in my head. And no, it’s not that enjoyable. I can’t tell you whether or not Tom Petty is a religious fellow, but I do believe this song connects pretty closely with yesterday’s sermon at church. Although TP might be singing about chasing girls around, the message is still the same.

It was about waiting, the period between God’s promise and his deliverance of that promise. We are all waiting on different things, and at different points in our waiting, but regardless of where we are, it’s important not to let doubt and despair steal our focus from God. He will deliver. It’s just a matter of time.

My advice in the meantime is to rock out to Tom Petty.

EDIT:  Talk about timing, Suz forwarded me an article she received today regarding waiting on God.  How beautifully stated…

“His timing is perfect. He is never early, but he is never late. He redeems all he allows, and never makes a mistake. When I’m waiting on God, it usually turns out that he was waiting on me.”

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Of why I am friends with Margaret.  She had a Clapper in her college dorm room.

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I ganked these from someone’s blog, I thought they were pretty dang funny.  And true.

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More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem (Booya everyone that was at the Chuy’s lunch!). Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no Internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.

OK. That’s enough, Nickelback.

There is a great need for sarcasm font (would have been nice for youareugly7777).

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.

I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die (Suz, add it to the list?).

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

Bad decisions make good stories.

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.

There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

Why is a school zone 15 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles…

Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

And my Top 3…

Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…

I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?

Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!

There have been many days in my long-lived (at least it seems like it’s been long) accounting career when I lack the motivation and focus to do my job, let alone anything else. Some days I just feel like surfing the Internet but even that gets old. And I can only check the email on my iPhone so many times. I can get so far down into my unmotivated groundhog hole, that it nearly takes a miracle to get me to come out and see my shadow. And in said long-lived career, I’ve discovered there’s really only two ways to get me out. One is to put on Stevie Wonder, the other is Billy Joel.

And when I start to hear them through my earbuds, I start getting pumped. Not really pumped about work, but pumped about feeling motivated for something. And those days are what we call a Billy or Stevie day.

Back in my Nortel life, my fellow friend, LC, and I used to inform each other of said days. I’m calling her LC for two reasons: her name is Lauren and I got her hooked on Laguna and the Hills. And yes I take pride in the latter reason. (You are welcome, Lauren). She knows the power of Billy and Stevie and even when we stopped working together, we’d always IM each other just to say, “It’s a Billy day”.

You should try it.

Billy suggestions: “The Stranger” album. Also, “We Didn’t Start The Fire”, “My Life”, “Big Shot”, “Allentown”, “You May Be Right” and “Don’t Ask Me Why”.

Stevie suggestions: “Uptight (Everything’s Alright)”, “Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours”, “Sir Duke” and of course, “Superstition”.

Is the secret to Gamma’s longevity. A mason jar filled with raisins and Jack Daniels, “aged” in the fridge for at least 10 days. She has a little swig every morning. And this morning, I braved it and took a sip of the sauce.

The result… Probably a hair on my chest. And by my reaction, Gamma called me a “pussyfoot”. What a tough old bird!

Chipotle was a weekly staple of my college diet.  Every Thursday night I’d stop by, pick up my daily calorie allowance of a burrito and head home to watch Friends with my friends.  I’d always get a free Diet Coke, too, because I was a TCU student.

On my 21st birthday, my parents decided to support my addiction and purchased twenty-one $5 Chipotle giftcards for me.  Well, ladies and gents, I finally used the last one today.  I’ve been hanging onto it since college, somehow I managed to use 20 of the giftcards with no problem.  But, this last little dude was waiting for a special occasion.  So, when MRJG called me at 12:30 today and suggested Chipotle, I decided it was such an occasion.

The manager who was checking me out (at the register) was taken aback when I handed him my vintage giftcard.  He said, “Woah, that’s like really really old”.  I informed him there was no expiration date, so it had to pass.  And it did.  The end.

Is what Saturday was for me.  If you’ve ever seen the movie “The Way We Were”, which I doubt you have, unless you are my parents, who are obsessed with it, then you wouldn’t know what the title means.  There’s a scene where Robert Redford and his buddy are out on a sailboat, shooting the breeze with one another, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, asking each other “best” questions.  What was the best game you ever played?  What was the best kiss you ever had?  What was the best you’ve ever laughed?  Etc.

The buddy asks Hubbell, “what was your best Saturday afternoon?”  And he responds, “This one”.  It’s fair to say that this past Saturday was one of my best Saturday afternoons.  I ended the day so thankful for my life and the people who occupy it.

The day began with a jog up and down the Katy Trail with Laurie, and then my last and final personal trainer session (more on that later).  Afterwards, I got a call from Daddy to come meet him and Baby for the best gyro in Dallas, if not in Galilee, too.  After lunch, we walked about 5 steps to a bakery and continued to indulge ourselves in cookies and iced coffees.  It was so nice to have a beautiful day to spend with friends and absolutely no agenda whatsoever.  After a little yard work/plant watering, Baby and I snuck into an Aunt’s pool and swam for a good 2 hours.  Which seems like a long time, but when you’re just throwing a “toypedo” back in forth, time flies. 

Daddy had gone to the movies while we swam, and on the way home we decided to pick up a whole chicken (literally, grams), and some veggies and just cookout at the Rub’s casa.  Moist chicken (sorry, nana), crisp asparagus (with the accompanying asparagus pee later) and some vino made for a perfect dinner.  Not to mention the company and the conversation.  Any day is a good day that ends with a bottle of this…

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I think it was decided that we need to plan unplanned days more often.

It’s a sad, sad day in the world of Austin, Tx and Emily. Via Facebook, I got word that the Kitchen Door has closed down all locations. Remember how I told you about those amazing cinnamon rolls we have for Christmas every year?  The ones we’ve had every year since I was born?

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Yeah, well now they are gone with the wind.  I was able to get over a little dip in my 401K from the recession, but I don’t know that I’ll be able to recover from this.  There is only one thing left to do.

Pray for a Christmas miracle.  RIP, Kitchen Door…

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Today was a day of mourning, but I managed to get through it with my head held high.  My Elvis homage-paying time was significantly cut short when the 5 hours of Elvis biography television shows I had set the DVR to record didn’t record.  Apparently, I don’t have the Biography channel.  Major Eff!

Luckily, good old KERA came through and I got to watch free public broadcasting special about the “Romantic Elvis”.  I also caught some Blue Hawaii action in the morning before church.

And speaking of Blue Hawaii, please check out my new Elvis cup a friend got for me at the Flying Saucer last week.  The decal turns blue when you have a frosty beverage in it.  Pretty tight.  I did some googling last week to find out what Elvis’ favorite beer was, but since he didn’t drink, that was a problem.  I opted to have a “pop” instead.  It still served it’s purpose…

And in keeping with tradition, here’s my latest Top 10 Things Elvis…

Top 10 Songs to Play on August 16
10. Are You Lonesome Tonight?
9. I’ve Lost You
8. Blue Moon
7. Long Black Limousine
6. How Great Thou Art
5. Bridge Over Troubled Water
4. Peace In The Valley
3. If I Can Dream
2. Always On My Mind
1. American Trilogy

God bless you, E.

P.S.  I attempted some chocolate chip, peanut butter and banana cookies.  Get excited Tuesday night friends…

I took Rock-man to the lake today for a little walk. Unfortunately I took him at 2pm and he started panting after 5 minutes. Not the brightest idea, but I do believe we have a new world record for longest tongue.