just wordless wednesday...

just 289...

so there's this place we hang out... maybe you've heard of it... the pub... you can have your own mug... it's $25 and here's what you get - half priced wings (for life), free dinner on your birthday (for life), special mugclub outings for ONLY mugclub members & most importantly - your very own mug... it is YOUR mug... you can decorate it any way you like... you can put ribbons on the handle (like mine)... you can put butterfly stickers on it (like aunt sue's)... it is YOUR mug...
well, last week, we lost one of our own... it happens... you hear about it all the time... you just don't think it will happen to someone you know...289 went down in a blaze of glory... he was dropped by one of the bartenders at the pub... it was ruled an accident by the police and no charges have been filed...

tonight, we gathered to memorialize 289 and all he has done for our friend LAC... he was a good mug and always there for LAC when she needed him... the world has lost a great mug...we'll miss you 289... hope you are enjoying mugclub heaven...

Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk,
(I will be drunk),
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the beer, The bitter and The lager.
Forever and ever,

Barmen

just wordless wednesday...

just wordless wednesday...

just music...

part one:

i listen to npr... all. the. time. on the way to work... at work... on the way home from work... on weekends while cleaning the kitchen... all. the. time.

so when i switched it over to 92.1 on the way home it was a weird moment to say the least...

part two:

at some point in my 3 months in college i happened upon a book that i may or may not have stolen from the morehead state library... it was a book of poems... but not JUST poems... poems that were songs... i stumbled upon one that happened to catch my fancy... years later i realized that it was actually a song by blood sweat and tears...

I'm not scared of dying,
And I don't really care.
If it's peace you find in dying,
Well then let the time be near.
If it's peace you find in dying,
And if dying time is near,
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there.
I hear that its cold way down there.
Yeah, crazy cold way down there.

And when I die, and when I'm gone,
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on,
to carry on.

Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell,
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell.
Yes only my dying will tell.
Yeah, only my dying will tell.

Give me my freedom for as long as I be.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally.
Oh I want to go naturally.

Here I go, hah!
Hey Hey!
Here comes the devil,
Right Behind.
Look out children,
Here he comes!
Here he comes! Hey...

Don't want to go by the devil.
Don't want to go by demon.
Don't want to go by Satan,
Don't want to die uneasy.
Just let me go naturally.

and when I die,
When I'm dead, dead and gone,
There'll be one child born in our world to carry on,
To carry on.
Yeah, yeah...




i have loved it ever since the first day i read it... i have said SO many times that i want it to be played at my funeral... imagine how happy i was when it was the first song i heard on 92.1 on my way home tonight...

just days...

jen said - 'you should put more of what you write on big Rhonda's world...' then i made her read this... she said 'i hate you'... so...


i miss you everyday... some days more than others... but everyday - i miss you...

12/11 - your birthday... when christmas 'officially' begins... we still do the tree and decorate your house... we try to do it on your birthday but sometimes we have to do it another day... dad still sits in his chair and gives us the ornaments to put up... johnny and i still fight over who gets to put up which one... johnny still bitches about losing all of the ornaments he had made while mine survived... of course, because i'm the favorite... we have new ornaments that we have made over the past few years... dad doesn't let johnny put up some that he made, you can imagine why... every few minutes taking a pause to tell a story, reflect on the past, sigh, sometimes we cry, then fight over whose turn it is to do the lights... on 12/11 i am sad for my family...

8/3 - the day you died... it was actually the morning... not long after midnight... i remember everything about that moment... the phone call... the rush to the hospital... i even remember the shorts i was wearing... i had to hold the pockets while i was running through the halls to get to you... they were the blue plaid shorts that i wore to gram & gramps' 50th anniversary party... i remember touching your hand and arm... the one that we couldn't touch when you were still alive because, even in your morphine coma, it hurt you too much... most of my friends now will never know you... i talk about you all the time but they will never hear your laugh or see your smile... they will only know that i hurt because you are my mom, not that i hurt because you are amazing... on 8/3 i am sad for my friends...

9/19 - my birthday... the day i miss you the most... on 9/19 i am sad for me...