Mr. Bojangles (He'll Dance for You)

Since everyone in the world is road-tripping across America this summer and blogging about it, I guess I will blog about my own successful little trip. Last Friday after work I made the first leg of my trip to Greensboro, NC. I got lost, and wound up there 3 hours later than expected (2:30 in the morning.) So, I bought a hotel room not wanting to wake the friend I had originally planned to stay with. Of course when I got there I wasn't tired and watched hours of Monk. Man, do I love the obsessive compulsive. The next morning I rose to drive the remainder of the trip to Topsail Island, NC where my family was staying.

Whenever I think of North Carolina, I remember these things A) Humid Weather, B) Family, & C) Bojangles! For those who aren't aware what the Bojangles is, it's the Southern answer to McDonald's. Any Southern comfort you can think of Bojangles offers it, with twice the fat!
I was determined to fill my mouth with the 4 piece chicken supreme dinner the next time I went to NC. My family was a little unsure and suspicious about my extreme love for such a place. With a little prodding, I was able to convince them to order some Bojangles. I'm sure it was the best meal of their lives, and I'm so glad I was able to save their souls from being in a Bojangless-Limbo.





My favorite part (and perhaps the only part I like) of driving back to WV are the two tunnels you get to go through! I like tunnels. It's a tradition for most people to try to hold their breath the whole way through the tunnel. I've only won this game by cheating. It's a great Milestone to let you know you're half way there, and I often wonder when I pass under them "If Princess Diana could have driven through this tunnel, how fast would she have gone?" Too soon?

* These Photos were not taken by me, I stole them from google because I forgot my camera charger when I went to NC*

Let Me Wine & Dine You.

  ..I just found this in my drafts. Wow. Anyways, enjoy. 

     I love to save money. Hopefully not enough to make me a coupon nazi at Krogers in my later days, but enough to keep me floating comfortably on my paychecks. So here are a few ways I've managed to enter some of my friends cheap lists. 

1.) Ramen Noodles - Cancer in a packet for every young adult. You can spice up these meals with some cayenne pepper or spicy chinese mustard (both happen to be lying around in the kitchen at my work!) 

2) So you've got a giant tumor in you from the Ramen Noodles and you want something healthy? Bananas are wonderful and cheap, ok not wonderful but cheap. 

3.) It's true that man can not live off of Ramen Noodles and bananas alone. So, show your friends your classy side and go to Applebees, those appetizers are half off Sunday-Thursday 4-7 & 9-closing! 

4.) Now, my friends & coworkers drink enough coke to kill small child, so I collect their coke rewards and treat myself to a free blockbuster movie! 

5.) Your duds are looking a little out of date and shabby? Go to Goodwill and buy someone else's old getups and redo them. 

 

Dreamer in My Dreams

  I've always had weird dreams, but rarely can I remember them. Lately I've been having recurring dreams about looking like this guy (George Hamilton.) It's my body with his face. It's horrifying to say the least. 

Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
Some of the people can be all right part of the time.
But all the people can't be all right all the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"
I said that.

- Bob Dylan 

"Dreams, Dreams, Dreams. Boy do I got a lot of dreams. Good Poem." 

- Jim Gaffigan 

Rainy Saturdays

Yesterday I was on a quest to cook the perfect lunch. So, here is the winner.

Steak salad with honey mustard dressing.

Cornbread with jalapenos, creamed corn, cheddar, and sour cream. 

Chocolate & coconut scones. 

Scones with strawberries & whip cream filling. 

 

Fragmentary

This goes to a song I  play on the piano. Yes, lyrics. Let's go to hot topic now and buy each other neon colored shoes.  

 Oh, what a beautiful morning, 

 Until he rushed in with the news. 

 I'm sorry dear but your dreams have died. 

 There was nothing that I could do.

 You shouldn't invest your hopes & fears

 Into someone in a hospital room. 

Let's go back.

From your death to your birth.

Let's get on get on track. 

And recreate your verve. 

Forget what the doctors said,

Forget your weary soul,

Leave it laying cold in the hospital bed. 

I can change things, 

Life won't take it's toll.

I can pick & choose, 

I will play your role.

Oh, what a beautiful mourning. 

Deborah Adams Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved.

It's Been Real?

 My temporary job as a ‘scan technician’ at Petroleum Development Corp. seems to be coming to an end. I’ve been there for almost 10 months. The project I’ve been working on involves scanning documents from the 1970’s to 2007 that were almost lost in a flood. I scan them, then name them - just incase they ever need it or get happen to get sued. 

 It’s weird to know that I won’t make the drive there and get off on Jerry Dove exit. Almost every morning for the last 10 months I’ve walked in with the same person everyday. His names Al, and he is in a band. Most of the older ladies like Al because he has a Beatle’s hair-do. 

 Everyday at 2:15 I make my way to the front desk where I help myself to candy laid out so nicely at the secretary’s desk. Hey, she doesn’t mind. The secretary (Kim) is also a temporary assistant. She applied and interviewed for the job after working there for 2 months but was denied. She has one week left. Kim is one of the nicest ladies I’ve ever met. She will call back to my office and check on me and make sure everyone is treating me nicely. She’s even bought me lunch. Kim loves to sit in the kitchen which has a wide window that overlooks a building under construction with it’s many pieces of eye candy. She warns me not to look out the window unless I want to see “Bubba’s Butt Clevage.” I pray that life treats her as kindly as she treats me. 

 Lynda works on the same project as me, and reminds me so much of my mom.      

She’s never been under 10 minutes late, and then has to have her morning coffee before she can begin any work. The knowledge of Lynda’s love of coffee extends far throughout the building. She has dozens of people that stop in all day long to tell her that they made a pot of the “good stuff.” During the e-coli scare here last month she walked in and said “this coffee is awful! Not because of e-coli or anything but just because it’s terrible.”  She brings me lunch & breakfast often. I always insist that she’s going to keep me fat, but it might be her way of paying me off so I gobble it down anyway. She insists on educating me on WV cuisine, with it’s fine delicacies such as “Ramps” & “Soup Beans.” I think Lynda & I are good for each other. She listens to my boring stories and laughs, and I show her how to recover all the files she just deleted by accident on the computer. 

 I’m sure in time I’ll forget most of the characters that make up my 8 hour days at PDC. It will all seem like a far off dream. I’ll be lucky if they even remember me. Frankly, I’m lost on where to go next, but can only hope that I will be as lucky at getting a job with as many great people as PDC has. 

*Update

I was recently suggested for a position at Phillips' Construction Company. I've been hired. It's for 5 months (while they build a hotel), the pay is much better, I'm no longer a temp, & I get furnished a nice pickup truck to drive. I am a secretary/gofer. I'll be completely done at PDC by next Friday. 

Dream-time Radio Hour.

I see a spark. 

A fire set that none can snuff. 

Nor the rain calm

As you became engulfed.

The sirens will wale, 

The people will fail, 

And all will know, that a glint of fire was once enough. 

I see the smoke. 

That crawled out your gun. 

Though the trigger pressed,

The children did not run. 

Laughter billowed out of each of their lungs. 

They did not fear you, 

So your head was hung. 

I see the oak tree,

With it's roots carved in the ground. 

Though they twisted & pulled,

There was no water to be found. 

The pillars of branches stood in decay, 

With only a nest where a sparrow once lay.

I don't know if it's likely to happen. 

But, it's just a dream I've been having.