7 Habits of Highly Effective Nuns
Greetings Blogaholics! It's been less than 24 hours since I blogged.
And usually I don't respond to chainletter type challenges and such, but my friend Mama JD tagged me, and she's a rational Republican and a wanna be hippie-chick-type, and it seemed not too onerous, so I'm gonna respond in kind.
SEVEN UNUSUAL/INTERESTING THINGS ABOUT ME (yeah, right)
1. I was born in northern Minnesota, moved to southern California when I was 2, moved back (hey, parent's decision, not mine) to northern Minnesota when I was 8 where we lived next door to my grandparents, then moved back to southern California when i was 11, directly across the street from where we had lived before.
2. I joined the band in Jr. High School because this girl I was sweet on in the 6th grade was in the band. I played the trumpet, and in 8th grade I played the solo trumpet part for the school Choir performance of the Carpenters Close To You The Band director translated into the proper key. My friends told me the first note always sounded like a fart. Hey, Jr. High School, remember?
3. Cripes, I'm only to number 3? This is hard. Hmmmmm, I was terribly accident prone, car-wise in high school, and a notorius speeder. I got my first speeding ticket when I still had my learner's permit. Coming back from K-Mart with my Mom, I got tagged for going 46 in a 35. Bastards. In a '73 Flinto. Teen Age BarBQue. Four wheel Hibatchi. Later, I wrecked that same Flinto several times. Including a nasty rear end spin out into a telephone pole, which should have punctured the gas tank and blew me and my friend Craig (the asshole who pulled my emergency brake and sent us into a spin in the rain) into a fiery Ford inferno.
4. (Only three more to go, yea!) Our High School Band was REALLY good, as was our football team (half-time shows and away game Pep Band, don't cha know.) One of the best in so. cal. We got invited to play at some invitational gig in Mexico City. Me and my friends ditched our chaperone and went crusing around the town by ourselves. Went to that famous Park, Chapultepec? Went looking for fireworks (Tienes boom-boom?) Dumb fucks, we were. I forgot my only spending money, Travelers checks from Bank of America, took a cab downtown (again sans chaperone) to the Bank of America and had them replaced. Broke up with my girl friend, also a band memeber, whilst I was there. Again, dumb-ass. Regretted it badly later.
5. I spent 7 years in college getting my BS, is Business Adminstration, Small Business and Human Resources Management. I changed my major a half a dozen times. Last place I'd EVER of thought I'd end up in. They changed the major name to Managing Human Resources in my senior two or three years. MHR. We called it Managing Human Retards.
6. I was heavily involved in extra-curricula activites in College. Numerous fraternity positions, including President when we went national. Student Government Elections Chariman, Attorney General, and Chief Justice. Ran for VP and lost by 40 votes out of 2000 cast. My fraternity is still going strong and just had it's 50 anniversary. Cripes, I was there for it's 20th, 25th, and 30th.
7. THANK GOD THIS IS OVER! WTF else? I killed a bear with my car once. (Long story.) I used to be a computer geek for a living. Did I mention I'm a blogaholic? I've been online since the mid-80s. Holy shit, that's 20 years. I'm a lover, not a fighter.
END OF STORY.
However, the question remains:
Can you take me higher?
Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets
Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams
But, my friend, I'd sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same
The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask can we stay?
Can You Take Me Higher?