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On the road again… July 2, 2008

Posted by Onely in Food for Thought, Great Onely Activities, We like. . ..
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So I am preparing for one of my favorite things, a road trip that begins tomorrow (which means that I won’t be posting much, at least through the weekend). I’m heading from Louisville to St. Louis to celebrate my best friend’s birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAL!) and then on to Kansas City to visit my grandparents (somehow I managed to promise them a visit in July — and I learned of this “promise” through a family letter which they send every month… I’m not complaining, of course… Just saying!).

Anyway. My point being: Road trips are one of my very favorite things about being Onely. (more…)

Pop Music, Scourge of the Onelys (Part 1 of 8,593): Measuring time in relationship units July 2, 2008

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For our first installment of “Pop Music: Scourge of the Onelys”, I would like to highlight Kenny Chesney’s “Don’t Blink”. Now, don’t get me wrong, I would marry Kenny if he asked me (any day now), but I have to comment on these lyrics, which I heard for the eighty-twelfth time during my commute today:  

“Don’t blink
Just like that you’re six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you’re twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don’t blink
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did”

And I was thinking about how so often we measure the passage of time in units of relationships, marriages, and children. (more…)

Car Sauna June 27, 2008

Posted by Onely in Everyday Happenings, Uncategorized, We like. . ..
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Being Onely means that I can indulge my habits that give me great pleasure but distress a large chunk of the population. I like to climb in the car on a summer’s afternoon and not turn on the airconditioner. I drive along with windows closed, breathing the glass-cooked air.  The sweat droplets well up under the bottom rims of my sunglasses. (more…)

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