cd player

I have one of those alarm clocks that has a cd player in it.  I don’t always use the cd alarm to wake up and if I do, the Snooze is usually hit before much music plays.

Not this morning.

Several nights ago I was sitting in the dark of Braden’s room; he was cradled in my arms, breathing quietly. As we slowly swayed back and forth in the rocking chair together, lullabyes playing peacefully on the CD player, my mind jumped back and forth. It climbed mountains torturously, then lept off of the summits and plummited into the valleys below.

I am a girl.

In general, I don't like "action" movies.

But I'm so excited about the new Indiana Jones movie!

I've been cleaning up a lot around here lately, trying to make room for the fiance, who's moving here when we get married in late June. So far, I've cleaned off one shelf of a bookshelf [still!], sold my CD player and speakers, and gotten rid of a lot of miscellaneous junk that I don't really want him to replace with junk of his own.

I’ve decided to write about my latest car buying experience, which has been, even for me, an exhaustive, demoralizing trip through hell.  (Oh, and a note to Plimco:  call me)

This morning after dropping The School Girl off at work I decided I really wanted to pop in my Sgt. Pepper’s CD. My CD player is one of those that flips open to allow you to push the disc inside. I hit the button, the screen displayed “OPEN”. It hummed quietly for a second then…nothing. The stupid thing wouldn’t open!

I did make one mistake last night. I got to Opry Mills early to buy my tickets for U2 3D just in case it was close to selling out. (Not even close.) With 45 minutes to kill, I decided to walk around the mall and see what had changed in the five or more years since I had been in there.

Ugh! It seemed that at every kiosk there was another wannabe carnival barker. Buy something for the pretty lady?, they'd be shouting had I been walking with my pretty lady and not alone. I'd have had a ni

OK, today has some real significance for me. 

First off it's my last day without a job.  Or at least it should be unless the crack, heroin, oxycontin and meth I ingested yesterday show up in my urine next week.  I start my new job Monday morning and I'm ready, willing and able.  In fact I was ready the day they offered the job.  I would have started that afternoon if they had let me. 

OK, today has some real significance for me. 

First off it's my last day without a job.  Or at least it should be unless the crack, heroin, oxycontin and meth I ingested yesterday show up in my urine next week.  I start my new job Monday morning and I'm ready, willing and able.  In fact I was ready the day they offered the job.  I would have started that afternoon if they had let me.