Another one of our songs came on today on the way home from work. Though this time I didn’t cry….almost, but I didn’t. It reminded me of the time when you sat down and told me one of your favorite memories about how you were on a beach with your friends, and you were performing music. And you got up and started playing this song, and everyone just tuned in and felt the music, and everything was perfect. And that story really touched me, because music is something that was special that we shared. Perhaps you’ll recognize the song:

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…

I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything (note the lack of question mark)
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll ever be…yeah…

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine

And yeah, it was the Staind version.

Just got off the phone with my dad, he did a lot of running around today to the doctors and getting blood work and what not, so he wasn’t able to talk to my uncle about co-signing. But he said tomorrow.

He got a new doctor today, one that he seems to actually like, which is good, because he’s fickle about doctors. She says they’ve opened up a wound treatment center in Westminster, so he doesn’t have to drive down to Johns Hopkins anymore, which is good. She said she wants him to come in every 3 to 4 months for a general check up and to keep an eye on his leg. Apparently his previous doctor should have recommended that too, but never did, great. So we’re going to be setting up appointments for that to keep his leg in tact.

He also apparently has a cataract in his left eye, so we’ll need to set up some laser surgery to get that taken care of too. Which these days isn’t that bad I don’t think.

It’s a little relieving to have him in professional hands, as long as I keep on him to make appointments. Then again, it was professional hands that got him into this predicament in the first place.

My father went to a party this weekend for one of my cousins. At the party, my rich crazy uncle that I’ve been meaning to ask to co-sign for me, pulled up in a brand spanking new Escalade. His son also pulled up in a brand new suburban.

So my father will be going down later today to ask if he will co-sign for me to get my mustang. If he says no, I have decided to go ahead and buy a brand new focus for temporary. I’ve priced the one I want with the following options:

3-door hatchback ZX3
Pitch Black Clearcoat
Charcoal interior
6-disc in-dash mp3/cd player with 8 inch subwoofer
Traction control
Air conditioning
Alarm system
Front fog lamps with 15″ multi-spoke alloy wheels

Add in the standard features and there you go, a car that prices out about 16k. I will be deposting $2k as a down-payment, and they are offering $2.5k off, I’m thinking for that employee pricing deal. So that brings it down to $12k for financing, which I think I can get approved for. I estimated monthly payments about about $220 a month.

Keep the car for about a year, build up my credit, trade it in for a brand new mustang. Hopefully the 2007 mustangs won’t look any different, or I’ll have trouble trying to find a 2006 I think.

I really just want the mustang, but I may have to build up to do it.

I did do some research into some other cheap ass car options as well, which Michael suggested to me. Though I don’t really know about his opinion on cars. He hates Fords and drives a Del Sol

The cheapest base price for a Honda, is the sedan, which is uglier than hell, and starts out at 13k. I can’t bring myself to buy an import anyway, it just wouldn’t feel right.

The Dodge Neon, which is one of the most worthless cars in existance, starts out at 14k. It’s a crap vehicle, and even though Mopar is probably the only car besides a Ford that I would ever buy, I would never buy a Neon.

Chevy? I’m not even going there. This is about principle.

Ford Forcus start out at 11k. I was raised a ford girl in the country, so it makes sense that I stick with what I know, and stay loyal to father ford. Even if I have to work my way up the food chain towards the mustang of my heart.

Apparently some troops in Utah decided to bust up a rave and scare a lot of kids at a rave in Utah. They are saying the rave didn’t have a legal permit, then again I’ve seen other sources say they did, but they beat up some young boys and molesting some young girls in the process. Not that I’ll ever understand the desire behind raves and drugs and all that nonsense, but damn this woulda been scary.

I’ve always had respect for the military in the sense that, for the most part they are fighting to protect the country. But being a naval wife for 6 years, then seeing my best friend go into the navy shortly after, you sorta become privvy to a lot of information as to what it’s really like in the military. Not necessarily from a political standpoint, but the way some troops will relieve bordom, the gun-ho crazy ones anyway. It can get quite scary. Not saying they are all like that obviously, but I’ve seen a few.

Anyway, here’s the article: Troops Raid Utah Rave With Guns & Gas
And a video: Fascism

Somehow my cat is able to detect the type of can I am opening with the can opener. She only comes running when I open up a can of tuna, because she knows I will sift out the tuna water for her.

Just got back from everything. The work party was nice, a little dull but nice. So much fucking food, I stuffed myself. Free food is always good.

Drumming thing was great. It started out slow because everyone was so spread out, it was hard to keep a beat with everyone. But my friend Puck (who I haven’t seen in years) and I huddled together and were able to create a nice base beat for everyone to follow. Eventually some regular drummers showed up and then we went at it hardcore. I couldn’t feel my hands afterwards, it was great.

When I drum, it kinda absorbs everything, because it’s all I focus on. So it was nice to forget about -everything- for a while and really get into the music. Eventually the full moon came over the horizon and we were all around the bonfire just hammering away in perfect unison. I was able to tap into my true spiritual center, if even just for a moment.

Later today I’m going to an office party at my bosses house. It’ll be nice to get out of the house, though I hate driving anywhere anymore due to gas prices. I’m bringing a delicious taco dip, if you want the recipe:

1/2 c sour cream
1/2 envelop taco seasoning
1/2 c refried beans
1/2 small onion, chopped
1/2 c salsa
1/2 tomato, chopped
1/4 c shredded cheese
1/4 c shredded montery jack cheese with jalapeno

Mix sour cream and taco seasoning until well blended. In 1 quart glass baking dish, layer beans, sour cream mixture, onion, salsa, tomato, and cheeses. Chill (or bake for a few minutes to melt cheese) and serve with tortilla chips.

After the office party, I am driving up to Pennsylvania for a huge drumming circle. We are supposed to be drumming for all the people suffering in the world that are overshadowed by political propaganda and nonsense. I won’t be home till late more than likely.