So, last night I was reminded that I have a blog. So I felt inspired... hence the poem. I guess a more informative post is in order.
I'm in TN visiting for an undecided length of time. It's ironic, while in Omaha I needed/wanted to go to TN. I've been having so much fun here, kinda rediscovering myself... but I'm feeling mysteriously pulled back to Omaha. I'm really dreading the stress of the upcoming move, but think it'll be very exciting, too.
My trip started out as I went to Greenwood, IN to pick up a new horn that Darin Sorley built for me. It's really quite amazing... if you're a horn player or you know a horn player, please check him out: www.sorleyhorns.com.
Then I drove through Kentucky and had the great pleasure of late-night Sonic with a wonderful friend who I miss greatly. It just happened coincidentally that we were both in KY simultaneously.
Just a couple of days in TN, I went to a restaurant to eat with my parents. The meal ended with me being harnessed (or hog-tied), put in a neck brace, on a back board and hoisted from my booth by a half-dozen paramedics... then ambulanced to UT Medical Center where I occupied on a gurney for way too long... then had a CT Scan while I thought I was really going to pee on myself (I was completely immobilized). Yeah, that rocked. It was a spectacle to say the least.
[Addendum: I initially omitted the cause of my injury. We were sitting at the first booth from the main entrance, with the hostess stand directly behing me. On top of the wall that served as the back of the booth where I was sitting, someone had placed the box that contained the electronic vibrator/pager devices that signal when a customer's table is ready. A tall blonde waiter had been goofing off and flirting with the two hostesses the entire time we were in the restaurant. During the second bite of my chicken sandwich, this waiter leaned against the wall. The large (and heavy) metal box came crashing down on my head. Ironically, the waiter's shirt said "I love my job"... too bad he won't be keeping it!]
I went tube-ing down the river last week with my older sister twice and had the most fun ever! My poor planning resulted in probably the worst sunburn I've probably ever had... which is now just starting to itch and peel. I think we may be going again in a couple of days.
I've bumped into a couple of old friends, which has brought a lot of mixed feelings. It's really nice to be back in the mountains in TN.
So... the dog. She had her first heat and it really, really sucked. I'll skip the details, as I'm assuming, dear reader, that you are acquainted with the birds and the bees. Now she's acting kinda weird when left alone. Firstly, I think she maybe having a "false pregnancy" which is not uncommon. I was quite vigilant keeping the gentlemen dogs away, and unless she climbed out the window one night while I was asleep, I think we're safe.
Secondly, she has been quite destructive when left alone in my parents' house. Mind you, she was totally mellow before, hadn't really chewed anything except her toys. The running list of puppy destruction is as follows:
- Bed Sheet
- Journal (fortunately, she left the brand new one I had just bought and devoured the almost full one!)
- Flip-flops (I really liked them a great deal. Dogs and shoes are cliche, glad to see she's living up to the K-9 stereotypes)
- Box of newspaper clippings and old school work that was stored under my bed.
- A bottle of multivitamins (a pleasant surprise of copious amounts of doggy-vomit when I returned home from a concert)
- Bed footboard
- Night Stand
- Seat of a weight bench
- Vinyl flooring
I'm hoping the list will stand as such without any necessary additions.
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