“How would you feel about filling up the family jug with a nice Merlot at the local convenience store instead of having to feel guilty about tossing out those lovely bottles? Unfortunately, I don’t drink much wine, but my next idea is even better.
“The Beer and Ice Cream Truck – Beer bottles accumulate at an alarming rate compared to wine bottles in some households. My suggestion is to load up a few kegs of good lager in the back of the neighborhood ice cream truck and sell ice cream treats and draft beer by the glass.
“You could get an ice cream sandwich and fill up a big mug with some cold beer. It’s kind of like the beer cart at golf tournaments. When the truck rolls down the street blasting those obnoxious sing-song tunes and you hear the kids yell ‘Ice Cream truck,’ you could leap out of the easy chair and scream ‘BEER TRUCK,’ and everybody could race out to the street for a treat.
“This would save on beer cans and bottles, give the ice cream vendor something to do in the fall during football season, get Dad much needed exercise, and neighbors would have an excuse to get out of the house and meet each other.
“OK, these are just ideas. It would require a bit of effort to make them a reality. But if we satisfy the WIIFM (what’s in it for me) need and make it fun, then it could become a reality, anywhere and especially here in Amarillo. Let’s get the Beer Truck thing going soon. Just in time for Super Bowl Sunday.
“P.S. Please feel free to use these incredible ideas and even expand them. You can help make your town a cleaner, if less sober, place.
Like a true patriotic participant of life, the loverly Miss Freckles, and I chose to watch the Fireworks and Fourth Of July festivities at Amarillo ‘s own John B Stiff park, yes that is the name of the park in Southwest Amarillo and as often times the case, the name has a significance to this story. Freckles, as you may recall lived upstairs from me before moving to Austin to attend school. She is back for the summer and being the charitable person she is, dropped by to encourage me to attend the aforementioned festival with her.
Miss Freckles has been an important character to me, in more ways than her youthful spirit could ever know. Hell maybe I was even important to her. We were important because we were important to each other. We were all we had. Two star crossed characters in this journey of a journal in the book of life.
Other than the elaborate fireworks display, the highlight of the evening happened when Freckles, either accidentally or deliberately, spilled half a pint of draft beer directly into my lap, immediatly grabbed a few napkins, and began a series of rather elaborate, incredibly zealous, but certainly not unappreciated attempts at mopping up the situation. By this time of the evening both of us were drunk enough to go duck hunting with a rake. But all that notwithstanding, it was one of those delicious, indelible moments that I have often alluded to, one of those little moments that will live forever.
If you have never had a young beautiful lady attempt with all of her heart to devotedly, dedicatedly mop up beer that she has spilled in your lap, you, my friend, have not lived.
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I crashed hard. I was failing at all of my tasks: not reading any textbooks, stagnant LSAT score, missing Senate meetings, not talking to my husband. But, out of the wreckage I found Laila. Or I guess Javaid found Laila.
We had a talk about what’s really going on and we talked about what Laila really wants and we found that: Laila loves Allah, loves Javaid, wants to help Muslims, wants to spread literacy in the world, wants to jog for the sake of jogging, read fiction, and don’t forget blogging! I want to blog again!! I love learning and thinking and being around thinkers; what better feeling is there? So I inquired about getting the remnants of the wreckage driving again–at minimal speed. I found graduate Justice studies MS and PhD programs at my school. And they like my thesis: persecution of Muslim women in America. Oh yea, and they happen to be in the “School of Social Transformation.” It would be the perfect union of my dreams and my reality. And I don’t think Allah would allow us to have dreams if they could never become realities. He is after all al’Adl company formation offshore (the Just).
To answer my questions in the beginning: My dreams are to change the world. Sadness over the status of women in Islam and Muslims in the world inspired me. And I’m going to realize these dreams by researching Muslim women in America, and Muslim women in the world, and eventually start a company to spread literacy in the world (Muslim literacy about the world, as well as nonMuslim literacy about Muslims Claire Hsu).
Inshallah sharing my brief story inspires anyone who is going through the motions, or allowing “the tail wag the dog,” to wake up and reassess what they want to gain from this life and how their actions are encouraging or discouraging their dreams. I pray that all your dreams are being realized or in the process of being realized otterbox 防摔手機殼
can you tell i didn’t do well on my test today? lol I kinda foreshadowed that on my own…i have to make sure i don’t repeat history tomorrow- I HAVE to do well on that test…anything else is not an option!!!
as if i didnt have enough going…add work into the mix. and what is going on at work today? INVENTORY! great as if its not shitty enough being there- lets make sure I stay there til 1 am so i SURELY bomb my test tomorrow lol…whatever i’m gonna clock my ass out 9:30 on the dot…if they try and make me stay I will quit on the spot…School is waaay more important than some BS job. yeah so when i came home I had my mom barking at me telling me to make goody bags…Why make such a big deal- when the max number of kids that actually come to our house is like 5??? Seriously…
I hope everything just goes well…I can’t afford for it not to at this point in the game.
i think i need to do that more rather than hang out to spend my time.
i could really use a good massage. too bad i cant give myself one. lol cuz im pretty darn good. at least thats what i’ve been told..
i think im gonna check out aromatherapy…they have 30 min relaxation sessions…im gonna head over to huntington village rite now and check it out. lets see how that goes
i have a mile long migraine..especially hearing people talk shit about me like i spoke about in my last entry…thats just the tip of the iceberg..apparantly i dont go to work either according to this person…Oh really? Why is it that Im becoming a manager soon? Because i never go there? And because i always leave early? I stay there till 11 sometimes yes helping out and busting my ass..Thats just me..
I dont leave things unfinished…But people can never leave others alone for some strange reason….But that person needs to watch their back for sure…Should they talk to me I WILL spit in their face which is probably the most disrespectful thing to do. And of this Im fully aware. That’s the point. I wish he were a carpet so i could step all over his face.