Run and Tell the Angels that Everything Will Be Alright
Sunday, December 14th, 2003Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Have you ever had the feeling you were the second choice? I’m really feeling that way right now. It’s bugging me quite a bit. I’m not a fan of being a consolation prize. Of course, there’s also huge gun-jumping going on here, so I’m going to try to set the thoughts aside. For now.
My son was sitting at my computer playing checkers tonight, and wanted me to play some music. Country music. ::gasp:: I asked if he was kidding, and he said country music is his favorite. So I had “Country Hits” streaming on my PC for nearly an hour. Ugh. It all sounds the same - twangy voices, steel guitars (pronounced GI-tars) and weepy/bitter guys.
Cause everyone’s just too weird
Sink with someone tied to me
I’m making you volunteer
Another one has come and gone
They crawl along
Make them disappear
I finally completed my cookie/bread baking tonight. I thought I’d never finish. No one who receives this bread will understand the blood, sweat and tears that went into baking it. I am quite sure that, 1) I have the recipe memorized, and 2) I will never bake it again. Or, maybe I’ll just not bake it any time in the near future.
I have 32 loaves of bread ready for my open house. I have 8 dozen cookies ready (with two dozen in the trash due to their charcoal consistency). Tomorrow night I bake a pie and a cake, and Tuesday morning cook pasta and a smoked turkey. In between, I guess I’ll pretend I work for a living. Ah, I have the life.
Wish I could stay sick with you
But there’s too many egos left to bruise
Call it sin, you can call it whatever,
Eating deep inside of you
Well if it were me it’s all I’d ever do
Steal me now and forever
I’ll steal something good for you
The criminal in me is no one new
Till you find something better
When there’s nothing left to use
And everything starts going down on you
Another thing is bugging me - old garbage that’s never been cleaned up. It’s like I’m still waiting for that one opportunity to clear the air. Yeah, it’s been awhile, but still… It’s funny. I know why this is bugging me. An accidental sighting of a vehicle was all it was. But… Just but.
There are many people to thank their assistance in getting me through this weekend of baked goods. First, there’s Justin, whose incessant, “Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom! Mom? Mom!” kept me from strangling myself and throwing all of my bread out the window and into the snow this afternoon. Then there’s Dave Grohl, whose screaming about dead actors and remembering Aurora kept me sane (dancing, even) all day yesterday, and then again this afternoon while Justin was being a broken record. The final thank-you goes out to Stephen, whose Pizza Tragedy kept me laughing instead of crying and moping. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that his oatmeal cookies come out better than the rest.
Weird day,
michelle