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This year for Father’s day, we got my dad an iPod shuffle… you know, just one of those little, fifty dollar, 1 Gig clip-on things. And of course, it being my dad, we also provided him with lights and tools and other “daddy” toys. Usually, he’s excited by the tools and the gadgets. This year he was only momentarily distracted (“oh! laser!”) and put almost all of his focus on his brand new iPod.
We haven’t been able to pull it away from him yet.
He’s not overly tech-savvy, but you had better believe that within five minutes he had iTunes loaded on to his computer, busy importing all of his music files, with the first twenty or so already loaded onto his iPod.
Today he came home and hopped straight onto his computer. “Mel! Come here!”
I went in to his room to see him triumphantly holding up a green card. “What is it?” I asked.
“25 iTunes dollars,” he replied. “Some guy gave it to me when he saw I had an iPod. What can I buy with it?”
“Music,” I responded. “99 cents a song.”
I have never seen my dad so happy. Who says iPods are just for young people and Apple geeks?
We’ve all seen the ladies who have either plucked out their eyebrows (for whatever insane reason) or had them fall out, only to paint them back on using some form of makeup.
Weird, but acceptable, I guess.
But here in Oklahoma, we not only do that during breakfast (in public, by the way), but we use a black sharpie. For those of you abroad, this is a bold, black permanent marker.
All I could do the entire time this woman was there today was stare at these eyebrows of hers. And try not to laugh. Oklahoma culture at its finest, no doubt.
For any of you who particularly enjoyed POTC2… here’s a completely random youtube find. Jack Sparrow can sing!
This guy came in to Braum’s today… big guy, came to get ice cream. He’s wearing one of those t-shirts with a catchy saying on it. Everyone’s seen them. This one absolutely made me laugh. This is EXACTLY what it said:
Stupidity is not a crime.
Your free to go.
Please, please, tell me that I’m not the only nerd whose first thought was… TYPO! Yes, I’m calling you stupid with the TYPO on MY shirt.
Classic.
Anyhow. I had a fun weekend! I know, I don’t get out much. James was up and we also went and chilled out in Lawton with Chelsy. I mean, we didn’t do anything particularly thrilling (except to note that the Prestige is a crazy good movie, and that “I will survive” is NOT a good song to listen to when you’re weird, tired, and apparently coffee-deprived), but it was nice to just hang out with friends. I miss that a lot.
I won’t go into details, but I’ve been thinking a lot in the past, oh, twenty-four hours or so about a lot of stuff in my life I’ve got to fix. Fears, issues, lack of trust, and all that jazz. Anyhow, about halfway through work today, I remembered a song on my Superchick CD (their first one is still their best, thank you) that I haven’t listen to in ages and ages. Lemme give you the lyrics.
Some people bring you gifts
Some bring you bricks to weight you down
So they can swim a little higher while you drown
Some people mean so well
Their way was the best way that they found
But any other way you choose is a brick that weights you down
So tell me what do I do with this backpack full of bricks
And sticks and stones and words that stuck to me like ticks[CHORUS]
Let it go, let it be
Brick by brick we can be free of all the words we saved
Till we were our own enemies
Let it go, let it be
Brick by brick we can believe in the person God intended us to be
Let it beSome people give themselves a brick
I know most people do
When we compare we fall short somewhere
It’s always true
If all we see is where we fall we’ve bricked a prison wall
Instead of trying to learn to fly
We’ve taught ourselves to crawlWe could believe in ourselves
More we could try for unique
Instead of trying to conform
We could defy what they tell us
Don’t buy the lies they sell us
If we’re brave we can believe in what we are
I think that’s pretty much self-explanatory. It better be, ’cause that’s all you’re getting! The point of that is… it’s true.
Yeah, it’s currently after midnight, and guess what I’m doing? I’m filling up with Dr. Pepper (really, the only caffienated drink I like because I don’t like coffee) and working on this ringbearer’s pillow. Tomorrow is Nikki’s wedding and I’m now doing the pillow that I pretty much had most of this week to do.
Oh, procrastination is a terrible thing!
Edit: It’s almost one a.m. and I can barely see straight… much less sew straight. It’s not like I’ve never stayed up late before… usually I’m just fine, but I’ve been up since six and ended up getting stuck on the grill all day. I have to do this really quietly so this machine doesn’t wake everyone up (trust me, seven year olds woken up at one in the morning is not a happy situation). And to top it off, I think the whole dang thing is crooked.
Edit: Two a.m. and the stupid thing is crooked. I suppose… once I stuff it and sew it up… and have the ribbon for the rings on top… I guess if I tell Steve (my brother’s the ring-bearer) to hold it with the good side out and move kinda quickly… nobody will notice or care. Anyhow, the rest can wait for tomorrow.
Which is, consequently, Nikki’s wedding. I’ll be down in Lawton this weekend… so I’ll talk to you all Sunday!