April, 2007 Archives
Apr
A-Day Disaster
by Andrea in Random
What do you get when you combine the desire to spend time with your parents with a weekend getaway to a small town and 92,000 people converging on an even smaller town to worship the new coach of the University of Alabama football team?
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The knowledge that 72 is not the same as Alt 72…
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And that just because you can hear the television changing channels next door doesn’t mean there’s anyone staying in that room.
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Roseanne Cash, the “celebrity”, secretly in the room next door with a blaring TV
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A pastry from the continental breakfast that I needed a knife to cut.
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The knowledge that 1.5 hours is not enough time to go 20 miles
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20 miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic on a Saturday in the spring
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A 6 block walk to a very confusing the stadium
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A brief climb up a never-ending spiral ramp to section BB that can only be accessed from the ground, which we realize as we wave to my parents down below
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A brisk walk back down the spiral ramp to be told by the policeman guarding the gate that we can’t leave
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An almost-argument with a policeman about why we should be allowed to leave and then, being told we can’t come back in when we finally find the right gate
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A leisurely rest in BB next to my parents for about 20 minutes (1 abbreviated scrimmage quarter) and $7 worth of bottled water, followed by hearing my dad say, let’s go ahead and leave so that we can “beat the crowd”
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An hour and a half in the car with Harry and my mom, wondering if my dad and his friends have fallen off the face of the earth because they’ve been trying to get out of the parking lot along with 91,997 other people and 66-year-old men don’t believe in cell phones.
And finally, learning the moral(s) of the story: Tuscaloosa is too small of a town to sustain a crowd of 92,000 people AND Harry is a very patient man.
(For a boy version of this story, see soulinprocess.com.)
Apr
Belated Good Friday and Happy Easter!
by Andrea in Random
So, Harry thinks this will be a good outlet for me. I must admit I’m terrified of what this may do to my writing ability AND my philosophy of the relationship between internet and language (and the fact that there shouldn’t be one). Harry says that it’s what I make it, that it doesn’t have to bore to tears, shock with vastly unedited, grammatically incorrect, instant message-like “speech”, or cause my writing skills to regress. I know it’s hard to believe that I am so unprogressive at the ripe old age of 26—especially after teaching high school students for four years. But, alas, here we are. I’m really having a hard time deciding what to write here because I’m not sure what I want accessible to the whole world. I may value my privacy too much to blog. Am I an open book enough to glob, I mean, blog? And then, I keep thinking, am I even important enough to have a blog? Do I really have anything to say? Will anyone ever even read it? Well, after trying to come up with the perfect thing to say after being married for 6 months and wanting to make lots of witty comments about marriage, I give up. I do love marriage and Harry…and have grown a lot…but this is where I am today (the Friday before Easter):
I was afraid that this Easter wouldn’t be special because I’m staying in Nashville for the first time and only seeing my parents briefly for dinner in Huntsville. And after crying my eyes out on my way to work seemingly because I went back to get my coat and still forgot my sunglasses, only after banging my head on the freezer while bending down to get some water from the fridge that I didn’t end up drinking and spilling my breakfast smoothie into the depths of my purse and having my sweet husband help clean it up, I finally realized: Easter IS special—totally regardless of my feelings. What a relief! God is still the same God even when my feelings fail me. I hope this can be an encouragement to you today as you meditate on who God is and what He has done for you.
Well, that’s all for today. Feel free to stop in every now and then and see if I’ve decided to risk writing anything else. I’m not making any promises.