I’m sitting here at work… It’s very slow today, and has been… One of our designers is on vacation and we still don’t have anything to do. So I’m blogging. But there isn’t much to say. Did anyone watch AFI’s 100 Years… 100 Songs show on TV a few weeks ago? I taped it and watched it over a period of three days, finishing the last hour last Tuesday. I enjoyed it thoroughly. One of the songs on the countdown…
Okay, I was a bit harsh on Indiana. And my intention was not to whine (to assure the anonymous person). The last post was more of a venting of frustration to myself. Also, it’s hard to remain postive when you are addressing something you dislike. Anyway, I apologize to any Hoosiers who may have felt offended by my last post. Let me assure you, I definitely don’t think Florida is perfect, either. (My attempt to be positive might have come…
God made all kinds of people with different tastes. That is good, because otherwise we would all try to crowd in the same state, whichever state that is. I must say that I really do dislike Indiana. It’s not that I’m trying to say everyone should hate it, or that it’s an awful state. I mean, if you like the cornfields and the lack of trees and the flatness, then I congratulate you on finding the land of your desires….
When my parents moved here three years ago, I wasn’t crazy about this place. Too many Latinos. Too hot. And most of all, I was from GEORGIA. I might be crazy and mixed up inside, but I know that Atlanta is my home. Whenever anyone has asked me where home is, I’ve been able to say “Atlanta”. So having parents who live in Orlando and having to put that as my permanent address instead of my grandmother’s address in Atlanta…
Today my family and I went to see The Terminal. I enjoyed it a lot (with the exception of Catherine Zeta Jones). Tom Hanks plays a guy who is entering the States, but during his flight a coup overthrows the government in his home country, so his passport and visa are suddenly invalid. I really felt for him – in a foreign country, not speaking the language, and something’s wrong that he doesn’t understand. When I was 11, my dad…