So here I sit with my favorite new toy. It's sleek, fast, pink and small. It calls for me from across the house to come and use it. I'm addicted already and like a crack addict I can't put it down.
You may be wondering what kind of toy can have that effect on a person?!? What on Earth could be that great?
My brand spankin new BlackBerry! It's too bad I can't keep this beautiful machine though. Lee says it's too much. That we don't need to be constantly connected, and we can always get email and GPS on another phone, without paying the extra BlackBerry charge every month.
But this is not a phone this is mobile euphoria.It's my lifeline to the outside world. I am in love.But I suppose this love will be short lived.
So for now I sit here on the couch blogging my BlackBerry heart out. Later today we are going to Verizon to pick out some boring phone.... Soon I will be back to the old faithful desktop......
When I was a little girl I used to dream of being a musician. I wanted to write music and play my instruments. I held onto this dream until I was about 17 then reality kicked in. I have played the saxophone since I was about 8 years old. I am pretty good too. I play blues like no ones business. When I get my sax out I feel free. Sounds kind of weird *I know* but I really do feel as if I could play forever.
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I remember one night a few months ago, during a bonfire we were hosting, my husband asked me to get my sax out and play. I was reluctant at first because no one in the neighborhood knew *then* that I played. Well Nik ended up getting his guitar out and playing, so I busted out my sax. We played together for hours that night. It was the best I've felt in years. It made my dream creep to the front of my mind. Again I found myself involved in a musical high, flying free and enjoying life.
A neighbor from across the street was sitting outside on his back porch and heard me playing. When I stopped for a break he started yelling, "KEEP PLAYING!" A few minutes later he came over. He walked up to me with his hand outstretched and said, "Let me shake your hand!" "You're fucking awesome!" It took a lot for me to just sputter out a thank you behind my blushing cheeks.
I wish I could feel that musical high more. I wish I could make a real career out of playing my sax. Then again, reality is tugging my leg asking me to pick her up. It's nice to dream though.
