where've you been, i've looked for you forever and a day

I guess I took a unexpected long break from writing. It took me forever to catch up on all my friends post. just a warning, this might get long.

Sometimes I complain about being busy for work but man! Since December, it feels like I have been non-stop 18 hour days. In a good way. So many things have been happening. I’ve been learning more about public relations than I could have ever dreamed with corporate sponsoring, a new image, a new corporate logo, and a new magazine; I’ve been trained to deal with the media during a crisis; and then the conferences, conference and more conferences.

Last week I was in Orlando for our national meeting. I wish there was more to say but it was all work and frankly, I am finding it increasingly boring to keep talking about it. So, I am moving on to the more interesting topics.

The International Society of Poets was also having their big annual conference at the same hotel in Orlando. Talk about a diverse group of people. In one walk down the hall, I saw every ethnicity, every generation, all sexualities and genders, several disabilities and a dwarf. One afternoon while having a small meeting outside, we were treated to recitations of poetry from the adjacent table. Blah! But she had one of the silver bowls. Winner in some category of what must have been a million categories by the number of big silver bowls walking around attached to members of the diverse group.

After a week and a day in Orlando I came home for a one day, then turned back around to Kerrville for another meeting. Luckily, Monday night at the Inn of the Hills is live music night. This is why I like meetings in Texas. With little or no effort, I can find music in the places I have to go to work and on any night of the week. Brandon Rhyder and Drew Womack performed this last show. The special or at least interesting treat of the night was when Charlie Robison showed up just to watch the show.

No one believed me that it was him at first but after I went and got his autograph they finally conceded. Eventually, this group of camp directors got him to come over to their table. It should be noted that by that time, Charlie was good and drunk….a good and fun loving honest drunk! He told a story about a bet with Tuff Hedeman, Billy Bobs, a thousand dollars and a single punch. Charlie pulled a wad of bills from his pearl snap shirt pocket and dropped them haphazardly on the table to demonstrate that he won. I even managed to offend him when I said…make sense you won, he’s a little fella like most bull riders. I think I was lucky he was drunk. He still managed to shoot me a look and even started to say something but he was so drunk he lost his thought midway. He had to be carried out a short time later. Should I met him again, I doubt he’ll even remember me much less my offending remark. I kinda hope I do met him again. I think he’s quite facinating. He’s a real cowboy and you know, I dig real cowboys…

My birthday’s coming up soon. I already got a fantastic present. The Nikon D70 digital SLR It’s the sweetest thing ever…I’ll have pictures up on my website soon enough. This week, I am taking off work to follow Susan, Walt and Brandon who are touring together all over Texas and Oklahoma. I’ll finish the tour at Gruene which has to be the best place ever to see live music.

On a bit of a tangent, is anyone else sick of Norah Jones being on every soundtrack to every love story movie out these days?

Now I think I’ll go do some much needed work around the house. Hopefully, I’ll keep up better in the future.

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