I was driving home at around 4:30 on a Wednesday afternoon from a writing appointment. I pulled over, gave in to my hunger, and got a bean burrito at Taco Bell. As I merged back onto I-65, I "delicately" tried my best to unroll the paper from the tortilla so as not to bite into paper. As I was rolling through Franklin's wonderful two-lane slow down, I tried again (hunger telling me to scarf it / brain saying,"Don't eat the paper!"). I swerved and almost hit someone.
It dawned on me then that I don't want to go out like that - eating a bean burrito. I can see the papers now, "Woman Causes 4 Car Pile Up because She HAD to Get Another Bite of that Sloppy Bean Burrito Officials Found Smeared Across her Face." Ok, the title probably wouldn't be that long and a good journalist wouldn't use that many adjectives, but it would still be a bad way to go.
Yeah, not me. I'd rather not be smashed like a pancake, sandwiched in between two cars, smothered and covered with a burrito...or any other food.
Note to self: Eat and drive separately. Focus. :')
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Harry
When I was 4 months pregnant with my daughter Addison, Nate and I decided to go on a cruise to the Bahamas as a last vacation. In addition, we would, aboard ship, open the envelop that contained the answer to the riddle of what gender our child was. We would wait three days without peeking until our anniversary date - May 25th, and then we all would be revealed. This was Nate's idea...I wanted to find out at the DR's office.
We boarded the cruise ship, and began looking over the many excursion options. I'd always wanted to see the Mayan ruins, and we didn't get to last time we went. So, that was # 1 on my list. Before we'd been on the ship an entire day, it was time to sit down for our first dinner. When we did, Harry introduced himself. He was our "maitre 'd" throughout the cruise. He was an Indian man who, despite his accent, had a deeper understanding of what we needed than most. Quickly, he noticed that I was pregnant, and he became our best friend, our guardian angel on the trip. While everyone ate apple pie, he brought me chocolate (without me asking). He was all smiles and very genuine, seeing a need and quickly, quietly getting it.
The next morning, we made our way to the breakfast buffet, as I was starving. Crowded. Lots of people waiting. I poured myself some orange juice into a bumpy opaque plastic "glass". I went to sit with Nate, when out of no where -truly -emerging from behind a curtain where I'm sure the magic of how things got done on the ship lied, Harry popped out with a special glass of chocolate milk for me...just what I wanted! I never asked, it was like he magic!
Later, we went to register for our Mayan excursion, and lo and behold, Harry came to our rescue. "Not a safe trip for you, Momma. Too much hiking and riding around on bumpidy roads." You stick to town excursions! After all Harry had done to secure our happiness, we trusted him. So, we stuck to the town excursions (more on the Key West one later).
Everyday of our trip, we were visited now and then by Harry...more than a dinner maitre 'd. More like our personal guardian.
Nate and I will never forget him and his kindness, above and beyond what his job called for. I hope he is well.
Peace, Harry, wherever you are.
Morgan :')
We boarded the cruise ship, and began looking over the many excursion options. I'd always wanted to see the Mayan ruins, and we didn't get to last time we went. So, that was # 1 on my list. Before we'd been on the ship an entire day, it was time to sit down for our first dinner. When we did, Harry introduced himself. He was our "maitre 'd" throughout the cruise. He was an Indian man who, despite his accent, had a deeper understanding of what we needed than most. Quickly, he noticed that I was pregnant, and he became our best friend, our guardian angel on the trip. While everyone ate apple pie, he brought me chocolate (without me asking). He was all smiles and very genuine, seeing a need and quickly, quietly getting it.
The next morning, we made our way to the breakfast buffet, as I was starving. Crowded. Lots of people waiting. I poured myself some orange juice into a bumpy opaque plastic "glass". I went to sit with Nate, when out of no where -truly -emerging from behind a curtain where I'm sure the magic of how things got done on the ship lied, Harry popped out with a special glass of chocolate milk for me...just what I wanted! I never asked, it was like he magic!
Later, we went to register for our Mayan excursion, and lo and behold, Harry came to our rescue. "Not a safe trip for you, Momma. Too much hiking and riding around on bumpidy roads." You stick to town excursions! After all Harry had done to secure our happiness, we trusted him. So, we stuck to the town excursions (more on the Key West one later).
Everyday of our trip, we were visited now and then by Harry...more than a dinner maitre 'd. More like our personal guardian.
Nate and I will never forget him and his kindness, above and beyond what his job called for. I hope he is well.
Peace, Harry, wherever you are.
Morgan :')
Monday, February 1, 2010
New Yorkers
Hey Friends! Welcome to my SongBlog. It could also be called a story blog, as I hope you will begin and feel free to share your stories here.
Here's a little one for ya...
Nate and I went to New York this past year. We wanted to visit my friend Ashley, see the sites, and drink coffee in local places. You know, Seinfeld style. (As long as I looked, I could never find the soup nazi). Anyway, I believe the New York transit authority created the subway system not only to transport folks from A to B (stopping at C - D -E-F -and let's not forget G in between), but also to make some extra cash. If you've been to NYC, you know what I mean. A college degree cannot help you unlock the key to the subway. They'll give you a few "easy-to-figure-out" stops as freebies. However, most stops are not so simple. I think the ideology behind it is this: if they can confuse people enough to make them ride the train to what they think is their destination, only to get off and realize it's not, then they will have to pay to get back on. You'd think it'd be easy, but the signs could almost be posted in Sanskrit and it wouldn't make a difference. I think New Yorkers may just memorize their stops. :')
Anyway, Nate and I were headed somewhere in a hurry (can't recall where now), but the maps and signs seemed to be opposing one another. Two of us couldn't figure it out! We jumped on a train (let's say the C train), and stewed over our map. A local man came over to help us decipher where we needed to get off, then another local woman did. The man sat with his eyes closed on his afternoon train back home, only opening them at each stop to tell us, "Don't get off here...not yet". I could swear he was asleep in between the stops! He woke up a final time and said, "This is your stop. You two have a good day." In all my life, I've heard stories of New Yorkers being cold, rude, and hateful - NOT the case in our experience. This man didn't have to help us, and the lady at Walgreens didn't have to search in the back of the store to look for a less expensive umbrella for us when the monsoon began to fall and she thought the ones they had at the counter were too expensive. We met friendly New Yorkers, willing to help and give great tips. I hold a different opinion in my head now, and I love that city.
It reminds me of a song that my friend Jeff recently reminded me of.
Radney Foster's "The Kindness of Strangers."
You can read the lyrics here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-kindness-of-strangers-lyrics-foster-radney.html
Wow.
Morgan :')
Here's a little one for ya...
Nate and I went to New York this past year. We wanted to visit my friend Ashley, see the sites, and drink coffee in local places. You know, Seinfeld style. (As long as I looked, I could never find the soup nazi). Anyway, I believe the New York transit authority created the subway system not only to transport folks from A to B (stopping at C - D -E-F -and let's not forget G in between), but also to make some extra cash. If you've been to NYC, you know what I mean. A college degree cannot help you unlock the key to the subway. They'll give you a few "easy-to-figure-out" stops as freebies. However, most stops are not so simple. I think the ideology behind it is this: if they can confuse people enough to make them ride the train to what they think is their destination, only to get off and realize it's not, then they will have to pay to get back on. You'd think it'd be easy, but the signs could almost be posted in Sanskrit and it wouldn't make a difference. I think New Yorkers may just memorize their stops. :')
Anyway, Nate and I were headed somewhere in a hurry (can't recall where now), but the maps and signs seemed to be opposing one another. Two of us couldn't figure it out! We jumped on a train (let's say the C train), and stewed over our map. A local man came over to help us decipher where we needed to get off, then another local woman did. The man sat with his eyes closed on his afternoon train back home, only opening them at each stop to tell us, "Don't get off here...not yet". I could swear he was asleep in between the stops! He woke up a final time and said, "This is your stop. You two have a good day." In all my life, I've heard stories of New Yorkers being cold, rude, and hateful - NOT the case in our experience. This man didn't have to help us, and the lady at Walgreens didn't have to search in the back of the store to look for a less expensive umbrella for us when the monsoon began to fall and she thought the ones they had at the counter were too expensive. We met friendly New Yorkers, willing to help and give great tips. I hold a different opinion in my head now, and I love that city.
It reminds me of a song that my friend Jeff recently reminded me of.
Radney Foster's "The Kindness of Strangers."
You can read the lyrics here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-kindness-of-strangers-lyrics-foster-radney.html
Wow.
Morgan :')
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