it's all good

I needed to blog, but there wasn't anything significant to talk about. Life has taken a routine, and that is something I couldn't be happier about. Moving and starting a new job, and all that entails makes you appreciate the habits.
I was driving somewhere a few days ago. The sun was shining, and traffic was moving slow. That's actually my favorite traffic. No one can get mad at me for driving my favorite speed of 45. I drive a jeep, 70 feels like being inside a parachute.... Back to my story. Traffic was taking its time, and when I looked to the side of the road, the sight I saw brought tears to my eyes. In that moment, I realized a great truth, that I was happy. My dog is happy, my Jeep is paid off, I have a job I love to go to each day, I have met some really great people over the last couple of months. Yep, I'm happy, and content for the first time in a long time.

what was this point of inspiration?

....a patch of bluebonnets right on highway 35

ahhh

I finally have internet connection!!

Do a happy dance!!!

sunburned knuckles

If you drive a Jeep, you know the post title well, and look forward to the first days of warm weather when you can roll back the soft top, sunburn odd parts of your body, like above mentioned, and my favorite, your forehead. This is only masterfully accomplished by tying my golden locks back in my favorite scarf, much like our friend here, the nameless, colorless and body-less mannequin (though I have sense enough to match my lipstick to my scarf). What a dummy. AHAH! Back to sunburn..just above the sunglasses, and just below the scarf, that's about the only place I have a tan these days. Anyway, took the day off, being that it's my birthday. I try to take a good afternoon trip in the Jeep on my birthday, and this year was no exception. Gerdie and I celebrated not only my birthday, but our anniversary (we've been together one year) by packing a picnic lunch, complete with a side of dog food for her. We drove and listened to my absolute favorite cd, courtesy of the ipod these days, and I wondered how many times those songs have played through my Jeep speakers with the top down, and forehead a-burnin'...
How much do I love that Easter is around the corner too? Enough to buy a bag of this Cadbury robin eggs, the ones with the crunchy shell that are solid chocolate...yeah, that bad won't last long. Happy birthday to me!! Now for a quick nap, gonna grill out in a bit, and maybe have a drink with some friends later tonight.
it has been a wonderful day so far.

what tha...

I looked up, and a week had passed since I blogged?! Where did the time go?
Y'all were right, enjoy the down time, cause I'm knee deep in things to do right now. Since there's so many things going on, I'll try to cover them all.

I've touched on the subject of career change, but only slightly. The reason being, the people that do know look at me like I've lost a small section of my brainwhen I tell them what direction I'm going . But since I can't see what kind of look you're giving me, I feel like expanding on the subject.

If you knew me past the world of blogging, you would know that radio broadcasting is in my blood. I love it. I love the people. I love the hurried pace, the last second stress, thinking through every word that come across a mic, being able to turn a conversation in a second, those moments when your O.C.D. like organization makes a break, that doesn't last more than a couple if minutes, work perfectly.
Then there are the parts like never getting paid as much as my male partners, though I've got the college, experience and talent to run circles around them, and being awake at 3 am is not good, not even if you're still up. If you work in country music, you should know something about it, I think you should appeal to your audience. Most djs don't have that. Working 14 or 17 days straight is not glamorous at all. When people laugh at you being tired because "all you do is talk a few hours a day", and you know every word to every commercial and jingle that has played on the air for at least the last 6 years, it begins to wear on a person.
Radio is torture to it's djs. It such an oxymoron to take a dynamic, outgoing, energetic person, and put them in a room by themselves. Most djs that have been in radio for while, and not those that made it big time so that the fat paycheck evens out the odds, but the little guys, most of them are heavy drinkers, smokers, or close up most of the their personalities. It can be torture.

So when I woke up, and saw that radio, like most things that seem to idealistic as a college student, wasn't idealistic at all, I wanted a change. I left radio once, for a couple of years, and found that sitting behind a desk was just as torturous. All that energy with no where to go. So, back to radio I went. All the endorsement deals with new cars to drive, free beer at local establishments and people asking for autographs can seem very appealing for a while.

and since this post is so much longer than I meant it to be, the next installment will be the soul searching answers that are changing my life......
"more after the break, don't go anywhere"