The Chicken Sandwich Analogy and the Spaghetti Furnace
Before I begin, I would just like to say....Chris.....I told you I would title my next blog entry “The Chicken Sandwich Analogy”....the Spaghetti Furnace is something new that I will inform you about when we next speak...which will be in a few minutes because I have to call you back. LOL
In melancholy bliss, my glorious trip to Metairie has now ended. Despite my weary travels and the long time spent cramped in the car, as soon as I started seeing the places of familiarity that outlined my life, I couldn’t help but smile. However, destruction was everywhere. Outside of almost every house and apartment complex sat piles and piles of “ruined crap”, such as mildewed furniture, refrigerators, ripped out carpet, and such saddening images. Although Katrina’s damage was still everywhere, there was still this hopeful sense about the place. I guess it started with seeing how all the businesses, from Target with its “Target is OPEN” sign to hole-in-the-wall bars, were open and seeing the many cars darting to and fro as people tried to regain a sense of regularity that had wrongly been stolen from them. I even had a newfound appreciation for the smog that covered the sky and prevented me from seeing the stars I wish upon every night. But...even though it was appreciated...I was still pissed I couldn’t see my stars. LOL
Sadly, my parents would not allow me to accompany them on their Saturday trip to the place of our natural habitat, The Great Chalmette. They did videotape it, as I asked them to....a whole 12 minutes, but let me not branch out into my disappointment. :) Anyways, my house is ruined. Well, I mean we knew that all along, but for some reason, for the past month, we had a small hope that anything above the waterline on the second floor could possibly be salvaged. Of course, that was not possible. The mildew had spread all the way up the second floor....nothing could be saved. Farewell, dear St. Bernard, parting is bittersweet sorrow.
Knowing what we know now, how can we be who we were then?
The pain....the pain of driving past movie theater after movie theater and seeing “Corpse Bride” under the now playing list...and not being able to see it. I COULD probably see it...but I am waiting for my one true love/love slave/bestest buddy because we promised each other that we would not go see it until we could see it together. Even if we have to wait until it comes on DVD....let's pray it doesn't get to that...
Well, I was going to include a song, but I don't feel like typing the whole thing and AOL is keeping me from finding it online. DIAL UP!
Snazzy Jazzy now, my friends,
Much love in an ice queen sort of way,
Eryn
PLATE ACTIVIST POWER! WOOOOOO! HEHEHE
FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK...WE SALUUUUUUUUUTE YOU!....
ITS OH, SO COLD, DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD...
MAMA WEER ALL CRAZEE NOW...
PUT MY TENDER HEART IN A BLENDER...
TAKE MY TONGUE, ITS COCKED AND LOADED...
YOU WANNA ROCK NOW, ROCK THE NIGHT...
TURN UP THE RADIO, I NEED THE MUSIC, GIMME SOME MORE...
GIVE ME YOUR LIPS AND WITH ONE KISS WE BEGIN...
GONNA BE A PENTHOUSE PAUPER, WOO, GONNA BE A MILLLIONAIRE...
WE STAND AND WE WON'T FALL, WE'RE ONE AND ONE FOR ALL, WE ARE THE YOUTH GONE WILD!
I GOT SOME RECORDS FROM WWII, I PLAY 'EM JUST LIKE ME GRANDDAD DO...
BEEN LOOKIN AT THE SKY CUZ ITS GETTIN ME HIGH, FORGET THE HEARSE CUZ I'LL NEVER DIE!
LIKE DARKNESS IN THE VALLEY WE CAN LIVE LIKE JACK AND SALLY!
SAY IT ONCE, SAY IT TWICE, TAKE A CHANCE AND ROLL THE DICE
YOUR LIPS ARE VENOMOUS POISON
ROUND ROUND UP AND DOWN, MOVE SO FAST NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND
THUNDERBOLTS OF LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING
EVERYBODY SCREAM, EVERYBODY SCREAM (IN OUR TOWN OF HALLOWEEN)
In melancholy bliss, my glorious trip to Metairie has now ended. Despite my weary travels and the long time spent cramped in the car, as soon as I started seeing the places of familiarity that outlined my life, I couldn’t help but smile. However, destruction was everywhere. Outside of almost every house and apartment complex sat piles and piles of “ruined crap”, such as mildewed furniture, refrigerators, ripped out carpet, and such saddening images. Although Katrina’s damage was still everywhere, there was still this hopeful sense about the place. I guess it started with seeing how all the businesses, from Target with its “Target is OPEN” sign to hole-in-the-wall bars, were open and seeing the many cars darting to and fro as people tried to regain a sense of regularity that had wrongly been stolen from them. I even had a newfound appreciation for the smog that covered the sky and prevented me from seeing the stars I wish upon every night. But...even though it was appreciated...I was still pissed I couldn’t see my stars. LOL
Sadly, my parents would not allow me to accompany them on their Saturday trip to the place of our natural habitat, The Great Chalmette. They did videotape it, as I asked them to....a whole 12 minutes, but let me not branch out into my disappointment. :) Anyways, my house is ruined. Well, I mean we knew that all along, but for some reason, for the past month, we had a small hope that anything above the waterline on the second floor could possibly be salvaged. Of course, that was not possible. The mildew had spread all the way up the second floor....nothing could be saved. Farewell, dear St. Bernard, parting is bittersweet sorrow.
Knowing what we know now, how can we be who we were then?
The pain....the pain of driving past movie theater after movie theater and seeing “Corpse Bride” under the now playing list...and not being able to see it. I COULD probably see it...but I am waiting for my one true love/love slave/bestest buddy because we promised each other that we would not go see it until we could see it together. Even if we have to wait until it comes on DVD....let's pray it doesn't get to that...
Well, I was going to include a song, but I don't feel like typing the whole thing and AOL is keeping me from finding it online. DIAL UP!
Snazzy Jazzy now, my friends,
Much love in an ice queen sort of way,
Eryn
PLATE ACTIVIST POWER! WOOOOOO! HEHEHE
FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK...WE SALUUUUUUUUUTE YOU!....
ITS OH, SO COLD, DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD...
MAMA WEER ALL CRAZEE NOW...
PUT MY TENDER HEART IN A BLENDER...
TAKE MY TONGUE, ITS COCKED AND LOADED...
YOU WANNA ROCK NOW, ROCK THE NIGHT...
TURN UP THE RADIO, I NEED THE MUSIC, GIMME SOME MORE...
GIVE ME YOUR LIPS AND WITH ONE KISS WE BEGIN...
GONNA BE A PENTHOUSE PAUPER, WOO, GONNA BE A MILLLIONAIRE...
WE STAND AND WE WON'T FALL, WE'RE ONE AND ONE FOR ALL, WE ARE THE YOUTH GONE WILD!
I GOT SOME RECORDS FROM WWII, I PLAY 'EM JUST LIKE ME GRANDDAD DO...
BEEN LOOKIN AT THE SKY CUZ ITS GETTIN ME HIGH, FORGET THE HEARSE CUZ I'LL NEVER DIE!
LIKE DARKNESS IN THE VALLEY WE CAN LIVE LIKE JACK AND SALLY!
SAY IT ONCE, SAY IT TWICE, TAKE A CHANCE AND ROLL THE DICE
YOUR LIPS ARE VENOMOUS POISON
ROUND ROUND UP AND DOWN, MOVE SO FAST NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND
THUNDERBOLTS OF LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING
EVERYBODY SCREAM, EVERYBODY SCREAM (IN OUR TOWN OF HALLOWEEN)
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