Artsie Fartsie

I have, for as long as I can remember, been very "into" music. In every way. I love to listen to good music. I like rock, some country, jazz, blues, some hard rock, some ska, fusion and pretty much whatever. I am not picky on style. I can only handle so much hard driving heavy metal, then i just need an ibuprofen or 2 to control the throb in my head. Rap to me is NOT music. It is simply a way for people who cannot sing to express their opinion. I am OK with that, they can have it. I just do not listen to it. I feel I am pretty eclectic when it comes to my listening habits. While I have openly detested country music over the years, I find myself enjoying some of it more and more. I like a song to tell me a story, make me think of what is valuable to me...things like family, faith and the future.
I have never been a very artsie fartsie kind of person. I am not into poetry or modern art. I have avoided it to some degree. But, I do recognize the need for it in society. it makes people look introspectively. I recently took part in an event at my church called "The First Poel remastered". We did one similar a few years ago and it went well, but we decided to do it again with a slightly different feel. My son, Sam, was asked to participate as the sole child in the event. I felt honored that he was asked. He has a history of being very talented and capable of public speaking. He was to be the little drummer boy. We were to help him write his own script. It was kind of a modern spin on a classic story. I procrastinated writing it, but in the end it was pretty good. He did an amazing job with the delivery. I was very proud of him. He memorized the whole thing. Every adult who had a part in it brought a copy of their poem with them to the stage. Sammy did not. He made it a point to have it down before ever taking the stage. I was amazed.
As I get older, I more so appreciate the arts. While they have always been a big part of my life, I find myself being more open to new forms. I look forward to see what my kids will do with the arts. I am hopeful. My eldest daughter plays bass guitar and can harmonize like no one else. She can hear harmony and sing it with the best of them. She is only 11 years old! I am sure she will go as far as she wants with that talent. Molly, my baby, pretty much sings al day long. As she learns control, she will to be a force to be recconed with. Yep, someday we will have our own theatre in Branson! HAHA! or not...

Hello?

Just visiting, seeing if there are any comments here. Guess not. On and on I go, bantering about my life. Well I am going back to LaCygne to work. After many weeks of hard thinking, I decided to drop out of the race for the supervisor job in Crawford County. I decided that I really do not want the headaches. I work my shift up north, then I go home. I can work a few hours down here to fill my time and make extra money, then just go home....no beeper, no one calling. Pretty great deal. So I am content! WOW! How did that happen? If you have never had a job where you carry a pager around and your employer pretty much calls you in everyday, then you do not realize the significance of NOT having one to carry. The past year has been pretty cool in that my income has risen, my stress has gone down and I am not working as hard. I pulled a shift at the Pittsburg station yesterday, we ran from 9am till 7pm non stop. I ran more calls in 1 12 hour shift yesterday than I have in a month in LaCygne! Big difference. Well, till next time. DJ