Sunday, March 29, 2009

If you can't feed a 100 people, then feed just 1.

We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But
the ocean would be less because of that missing drop. -Mother Teresa

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

crickets singing lullabies.

My grandparents have a lake cabin on Lake Greenwood. My great grandfather built it for my PaPa after he was in a boating accident, in which his friend drowned as he tried to save him. My papa had a fear of the water after that and my great grandfather thought that this would help him move past it. I can remember when we used to take showers in an outside bathroom & when we couldnt flush toilet paper. My dad and my aunt terri grew up spending their summers at the cabin, just as i later would, along with my siblings and my cousin kerri. it has changed a lot since my dad was young. it recently has undergone a "face lift" of sorts and had a new wing added on. it's still the same old cabin deep down at its core. the back porch is still in tact, as is the front. the den and kitchen remain the same, just with new flooring and cabinets. we can flush the toilets now without any worries and there are 2 showers now, both of which are located inside the house this time around.

this is a picture of my dad after he caught a fish. we didnt have a dock then, and now we have two. we were one of the first cabins in that cove, as you can see in the background.

i have a lot of memories from my time spent at the lake, some more vivid than others. i can remember when i learned to water ski as a 6 year old. i can remember bobbing like a fishing lure in the water, white skis with red stripes down the center, poking out like a tree below the murky surface during a drought. these were the skis that kerri and kristin had both learned on. papa had tied them together with yellow rope so that our legs would stay together. we still have them to this day. one day ella, emmy, jacob, & haley will learn to ski on that exact pair.

i can remember playing hide & go seek outside at night, cards on the porch, board games at the red diner table in the kitchen. i can specifically remember my sister cheating at cards & my MaMa being the most competitive person i have ever encountered to this day. the image of my MaMa making grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch is forever etched in my brain. white bread & lots of butter, best i have ever had. the best part was falling asleep to the sound of crickets singing. it's all you could hear for miles. that and the lapping of water against the dock.

going to the lake was never a vacation for Papa. it was actually the exact opposite. in most pictures, you'll find him in the background chopping down a tree, cutting the grass, or fixing something. other than that he spent his time driving the boat, pulling us on the tubes and skis. in his down time he just worried about us around the water, making sure we had life jackets on & that we were safe. one day a guy drove his jetski down into the cove and was cutting circles. i was in the water playing and the guy got a little too close to me for Papa's liking. next thing i know, papa is on the dock with a shotgun in his hand. needless to say that boy left the cove and never came back. what a rebel papa was. on top of all that, he looked just like James Dean.

this is a picture of ryan and i fishing at the lake off of our neighbors dock. i have apparently caught a brim, a prize one at that, and i am showing it off. the shirt i am wearing actually says myrtle beach on the right chest of it. mama bought it for me from waves or some other redneck souvenir shop. Papa and dad taught us how to fish. whenever we would run out of worms, we would use fried bologna, like dad did when he was little. everyone would always get papa to unhook their fish so they could throw it back, but i liked to unhook my own. that was the best part, in my opinion. i have a scar on my right thumb from a fish hook. it's my favorite of all of my scars, which might sound odd, but i like scars. i think of them as permanent stories that go with you everywhere.

“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake.”
-D. Ackerman

Monday, March 2, 2009

bonnie & clyde.

this is the day that i met grier caroline parrott.

i met her on top of the parking garage @ belmont university in nashville, tn.
i had moved there for the summer to live with my sister & neices while my brother in law was in TX on a 6 week business trip. on top of the parking garage, you could see the entire skyline of downtown nashville & it was beautiful. jacob, grant, beans, & grier came to nashville to visit emily jelley. we met on top of the parking garage, piled into the infamous road-trippin mercedes & headed to bread and company in green hills for lunch. this is also the day i introduced grier & beans to fruit tea. amazing. grant & jake thought it was nasty. this was the summer that grier transfered from USC to Anderson. this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. i can still remember the first thing i said to her was "i love your sunglasses!" and she replied "i got them at this store called urban outfitters." and from then on, we have been inseparable. she is now one of my best friends in the entire world & i cannot imagine life without her. she keeps me blogging. she is the reason i learned to laugh agian :) we learned from each other and the messes we had made of ourselves. we were destined from the beginning. i love you virgil :)

You know what you done there? You told my story, you told my whole story right there, right there. One time, I told you I was gonna make you somebody. That's what you done for me. You made me somebody they're gonna remember. -bonnie & clyde

Sunday, March 1, 2009

march memories.

i was looking through old pictures the other day, ranging anywhere between ones taken during college to others taken of me as a 3 year old. i then pulled out a box where i had stored a large amount of pictures from middle school and high school, as well as my scrapbook. i decided that during the month of march, all of my blogs will feature a picture and the memory i have from its composition.

here is the first edition.

this would be the 3 original housemates of 515 @ the first party ever held @ 515: the infamous Red & Green Party. We used to watch Laguna Beach religiously and they had the black & white party. we decided for our christmas party, our theme would be the Red & Green Party. Yes, everyone wore red and/or green. This was just the beginning of 515's party track record. the rest will live in infamy. if only those walls could talk. this picture was taken of the 3 hostesses, dated december 2004. dont know we look good.

If all words are cameras,
Hold still.
Shutters slide to unveil
Fingerprints of angels
And a language made of film.
-sleeping at last