Friday, May 13, 2005

IT'S FRIDAY THE 13TH

They just announced that Corps of Engineers wants to make a resort at our Milford Lake. I don't think I like that because that's mine. My grampa built this lake with the with the original COE and most of my fun times were out there on the water. They had to dig up the old city of Milford which is now the floor of the lake and relocate it up on a hill. They had to dig up a cemetary and move all kinds of stuff. It was supposed to take a week for the Republican River to fill up the lake in July 1965 and when they opened it up it took all of 2 days. Our lake is beautiful and I was a skiing fool growing up out there. One time my dad had us anchored out by the dam on the 4th of July and we were so close for the fireworks display that little teeny ashes from the show fell on our shoulders. I was in 8th grade, the full moon was out and the fireworks display was so beautiful. My grandpa told me that when they filled up the lake they apparently didn't get everything in the cemetary because some coffins came floating to the surface--EEK How Freaky :o) Hopefully this will pass over- don't want no ozarks hillbillies in Kansas !

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Charge of the Goddess

"The fairies beam upon you
The stars to glisten on you
A moon of light
In the noon of night
And the luckier lot betide you..."

Here and now, this is perfect...

Life is like a shooting star
It don't matter who you are
If you only run for cover
it's just a waste of time
We are lost till we are found...

*I'm all smiles*

Friday, May 06, 2005

Blue Day Today PH

I was thinking about Oscar & Trudi all day today. This is 12 years tonight that it happened. My time at Pizza Hut was the funnest memories I could ever ask for and it ended in a nightmare. All through high school and freshman college we were all together and it bothers me to this day that I lied and said I had a date and didn't go to prom with him. They were murdered together by some little punk who is out of jail now and all for $17 out of the register, mom and her son. For someone to come in and destroy a whole family for no reason and just devistate everyone like that I just can't understand that. I can't believe he has been laying in a grave all this time. It's just not possible. I remember blasting fastway and trick or treat soundtrack in the back while washing pans and all the guys would open up those little cans of baby shrimps and throw em at us. And we always got to close by ourselves without Sheree the mgr so we'd lock the doors all up, everybody get a huge cup of beer out of the keg, blast the jukebox and just party down until 2 or 3 in the morning and then get up and go to school at 6. Those were the best of times. I remember rock me great white and good times roll and boston everything and talk dirty to me every 10 minutes and run dmc rock box and fat boys & bb brass monkey and paul revere - omg and still of the night & jam on it- I can recite those word for word and they were on a hundred times every single damn day.. That was our thing in high s- me and my friends we all went around with long pretty auburn hair just like the whitesnake girl! Then we would all come in on sat & sunday and work the buffet and then go to the beach - all of us until 4:30 and come in from cedar estates all sunburned and happy and then close again. I remember bringing a big pitcher of pop and glasses out to this table and the man turned around and tapped me accidently on my funny bone and I spilled everything all over him.. I could have died and I can't believe he didn't yell at me. I remember riding to see def leppard with oscar, joe and jt - 4 of us piled in a teeny red chevy luv to wichita when they had that stage that spun around and joe elliot had his ripped up jeans on. That was so cool and Tesla opened and they sang little suzi and everyone went crazy. I remember all of us going to the midnight movie on christmas eve and watching the rocky horror picture show and heavy metal with those big hammers. We were doing cartwheels in the front of the screen like a bunch of idiots. I guess there is nothing to do here so music and friends and keg parties were everything to us. And then Joe I'll never forget this as long as I live. I was standing there in the back washing a pan with an sos pad and he came up behind me and grabbed my ass like a caveman and would not let go. I yelled at him to stop it dammit and he would not quit. I turned around and slapped the living hell out of him with my wet hand and it must have stung so bad that he was startled- just shocked. The next day when we came in to work my handprint was still on his face like elevated because my hand was wet when I hit him. He deserved it but I did feel bad. And when he saw me at their funeral he grabbed me and just lost it. Those people meant so much to me and it's just not fair that this happened. I can't go in there, I just can't out of respect and the one time I tried I could see him standing right there laughing and being oscar and I bawled like a baby. I haven't forgotten you..