Austin's Weird

I like weird things. Ask yourself if you're weird. If you are, I probably like you. If not, I try to fake it anyway (sorry if I fail).

Austin has a thing for weird stuff. A museum even. But it's way down on 6th and I don't like it over there. Some bright day, maybe I'll go.

Here's a list of some Austinian things I thought were weird, but am kinda getting used to:

1. The traffic lights are all hung sigh ways ... not up and down. So Green is left not top ... Why would they do that?

2. Buildings smell a little moldy - the church building, the movie theater, the schools ... I know its the humidity and stuff ... but it makes me nervous.

3. The middle of the roads have trees and grass and little turning lane things every block or so, but no suicide lanes. Maybe a picture would clarify what I mean ... let me go play with google maps and Paint ... here's a song I'm trying to sing for my band while you wait. But I sing "good gravy" instead of "oh glory" - making it my own and such.




Got it?

4. The water tastes like butt which means there is no great pizza in Austin. I have tried 7 different places ... no good pizza I tell you.

5. The Highways. Oh Mama. You can't give each highway two names and expect me not to get confused. The One is MoPac. There are Toll roads which I evaded paying so far ... but I think they got my picture ... if so, it was my confused face. Then there are FM roads which I think stand for Farm to Market? And Ranch Roads and these little side highway roads which follow the highway and attach to the highway, but are separate ... my GPS, Daniel (he's another post for another time), calls them "slip roads," which I find very sexy.

I'm Afraid of Monsters, But Not Ghosts

When I was about 8 or 9 or 10, I was co-president of this paranormal detective agency called P.D.I. (Private Detective Investigators). We looked into local cases involving neighborhood witches, mysterious pieces of seemingly random trash, weird sounds, out-of-body experiences, and, of course, hauntings. Then, my teammate complained of nightmares and her parents forced us into retirement. That's when we started translating the hieroglyphics in the Pearl of Great Price.

We were pretty brave though. Witches are scary.

But that was up in Idaho.

Texas is different. I am afraid to go outside at night, at 30 something years of age, because a big cicada flew at me my second night here in Texas.

They buzz ominously. I caught* the one who attacked me, but the rest are still out there. Weee-oooo, weeee-oooo. (Shuddering).

*Right, and for clarity, by "caught" I mean he flew in, I screamed, hid under my blankets all night, and found his carcass days later. Semantics. Doesn't he look pretty framed?

She Will Be Remembered For Nothing

Do you ever cry about things inexplicably? I'm a girl: It's part of the definition, I suppose.

Everyone dies. It's just how life is. There seems to be no sense or reason in anything, sometimes. I wear these funny underwear, but some days I just don't know if I believe in any of it.

Read several "wow, general conference was inspiring" updates ... I was making balloon animals (and making bank baby).

Today may be my last day off ever. I have like five jobs now. Five is my favorite number.

1. Mom
2. Wife
3. Amazing Balloon Artist
4. Preschool Teacher
5. Singer in a Band

I've forgotten how to blog. Was there anything important I needed to say?

I blog because I wanna be remembered. Tho it is nothing.

Just feeling so overwhelmed with the responsibility of living.

I'm gonna back to singing sweet sad songs.