About Cary

Something I've noticed about Cary in my month or so of residence is that I never see any dead animals on the road. My mind wanders as to whether or not there is a shortage of wild free roaming and/or stray animals in Cary, or if there are a bunch of funny little men in yellow suits wielding shovels and hardhats who scourage the roads scooping up vermin as soon as it's been hit. Certainly Cary is not the sort of place where I would imagine its residents enjoy roadkill for dinner, so this is not an explanation.
Morrisville has dead animals in the road. In fact, the majority of times I've seen any they have been but yards from where Morrisville ends and Cary begins. Do the funny little men scoop up Cary dead animals and throw them over into Morrisville? Are the animals keeping out of Cary roads because they just wouldn't blend in with the branch covered cell phone tower? Have they been sent a warning from town officials to not be so uncouth as to go into the roads? Because really, it is so "backwoods" to see such a thing?
Should I run over an animal or even see one lurking near a curbside in the town of Cary, I will certainly update.

An afterthought: The last time I was in Wal-Mart I noticed a pallet stacked with boxes. About 85 percent of the boxes were stamped "MADE IN CHINA" "MADE IN MEXICO" "MADE IN TAIWAN" "MADE IN LIBERIA" etc.... Isn't Wal-Mart the American Superstore? It has always killed me that they won't sell an Eminem CD because of curse words, but head over a few aisles to the sporting department, and pick yourself up a gun! Not that I would neccessarily want to buy an Eminem CD or a gun, if I can buy one, I should be able to buy the other.

This S*#T is B-A-N-A-N-A-S

I used to tell my grandma that this tasted yellow or that tasted green. Green beans did not taste green, bananas did not taste yellow. I'm not sure what tasted like what. Sometimes when I wake up in the mornings, I have a green taste in my mouth.
I've been eating a lot of bananas lately. I dunno why. They are oddly satisfying. I like them cold and not too ripe, or else they're mushy.

I had one of my silly little private dreams come true a day or two ago. It is me, sitting in a chair by a big window while it's raining outside, with a cat on my lap and my nose in a book. It happened. Now what?

I think it was to signify reaching a certain point in my life where I had nothing to worry about and could appreciate a nice book, a warm feline, and droning rain outside the window. But it actually happened, and I still have bills and no significant other. I'm not in the career of my dreams nor have I attained the education I desire.

Does this mean I shouldn't let these bigger things hold me back from enjoying little triumphs like this one? Have I been doing that? I think so. I had it backwards; I thought I needed those bigger obstacles to be completed and swept away before I could just enjoy things.

Having my moment by the window turned it around. I'm working on things anyway right? So why wait to do the things I surely deserve, before I accomplish these things, and after?

Bad Memory

I have a horrible memory, in some instances. For example, Jennifer told me that when we were younger her step-mom would pay me to tutor her in math and penmanship. I have no recollection of this!
I have experiences or thoughts about certain things that I would like to add to my blog, but usually forget them by the time I get around to it. I need to keep notes as I go along to help me remember what I'd like to document. Here are a few things from this weekend that I've managed to retain:

• I moved to Cary this weekend. I was riding around with my new roommate and we got off I-40 on Harrison Avenue. He pointed out a suspiciously tall tree towering above all the others. He shared that it is in fact a cell phone tower, dressed up as a tree. I appreciate their effort to beautify the landscape, but it looks like a sad Charlie Brown Christmas Tree!! There are gaps literally feet in length, and it is uniform in its design. Its branches don't sway and its leaves don't rustle in the wind. It's quite a sad sight. At inspection, indeed the cell phone tower is visible between cold looking limbs. I can hardly wait until Christmas to see if it will be decorated.

• I got a new pair of jeans Friday. I wore them Saturday and they smelled like mothballs. I washed them last night. They still smell like mothballs. I don't like the smell of mothballs, and now my crotch reeks of them.

• I haven't had a spit-take in years. Scott, Jennifer, and I went to O'Charley's Saturday night. We all had chicken tenders and Scott got some potato soup. Luckily I got water to drink. The soup is pretty cheesy. He has a goatee. Hilarity ensues when you mix cheese and facial hair. Jennifer and I looked up at one point (a point directly after I had taken a sip (GULP) of water) and he had two huge strings of cheese hanging a few inches past his chin. He turned his head a bit and they swung around. It was too much to handle. Suddenly there was water all over the table, courtesy of my nostrils and mouth. Last time I had a spit-take, it was Coke. That hurt. I'm glad I got water that night. Poor Scott's soup got a shower it didn't ask for.

• I wish I had gotten to meet my brother. He passed away before I was born, but I have a few pictures of him. He looked like a super-cool fellow. He had dark hair and eyes and a look of pure acceptance about him. His name was Marshall. My new roommate's cat's name is Marshall. She seems to like me ok.