Memoirs of a Resa

If I Die Young…

Resa — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:11:35 +0000

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well…
I’ve had, just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well…
I’ve had, just enough time

And I’ll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, well…
I’ve had, just enough time

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done…

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell them for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when your dead how people start listenin’

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need them, oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well…
I’ve had, just enough time

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls

Lyrics & music by Kimberly Perry, Reid Perry, Neil Perry, & Brett Beavers. Performed by The Band Perry.

Today’s giggle

Resa — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 22:57:46 +0000

I was really dragging ass at work today so I asked Stacey if she’d pick me up one of those 5 hr energy drinks when she went to the store at lunch. Just as I was opening it our washman Justin walked up to my car & we had the following conversation…

Justin: “Did Teresa pick that up for you?”
Resa: “No, Stacey did, I’m Teresa.”
Justin (laughing): “I knew that.”

I’m thinking Justin could’ve used a little pick-me-up himself…

Beautiful Soul…

Resa — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 11:28:06 +0000

I was in the bathroom a minute ago applying mascara when my 16 yr old son walked in saying “right now he’s your cat… he’s being retarded”

Resa: “why is he being retarded?”

Bo: “he’s looking out the window at nothing”

Resa: “maybe he sees a bug, or a bird, or a frog, or even a leaf”

Bo: “a leaf? yeah… retarded”

Resa: “imagine if you’ve lived your whole life inside and never got to even touch or play with a leaf, wouldn’t you be curious?”

My son then goes outside and comes back in a minute later.

Resa: “where did you go?”

Bo “I got Kasey a leaf”

My son has a beautiful soul, and my cat is now happily playing with a maple leaf.

Go Team Go!

Resa — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 22:22:08 +0000

Brian came to us through a temp agency on a day when I was running the show. He impressed me right away by walking up, looking me straight in the eye, and introducing himself. Little did I know that would be the first of many times he would impress me.

The cheerleader conversation came a few weeks later. I was hanging burned off racks, a dirty ashy job. Brian was working close by and remarked about what a great job I was doing. I was cranky and snapped at him that I didn’t need a damn cheerleader. He replied “I’ll be the biggest cheerleader you’ve ever had in your life.”
He was right.

Brian was the rebel son of a fallen minister turned motivational speaker. When we met he was living in a transition house, between jail & the free world. I never saw him angry, violent, or discouraged. He taught me all the little sayings I use to keep myself going. “Fake it till you make it.” “You do what you gotta do till you can do it better.” “Let go, let God.” He’s the one that taught me that the only glue I need to hold myself together is… myself. He encouraged me to go after a different job, & showed me that I was competent enough to manage a vacation out of state without another adult. He also made me realize that everyone needs a cheerleader once in a while. I try to do that, to encourage people & help them believe in themselves. Sometimes I still need someone to do that for me. I would not be the “me” that I am today if I had never met him.

I haven’t seen Bri in a little over 3 yrs. I have a few pictures, one treasured note, and the knowledge that he’s doing great wherever he ended up. His last words to me were “You can do this”.
He was right…

I can do ANYTHING.

Love is orange…

Resa — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 03:28:45 +0000

As some of you know, I moved this summer. I left a huge apt full of great memories and moved Bo, Kasey, & all our stuff into a trailer. Which, by the way, has a couple of great memories of it’s own, thanks to Kevin
Bo has been at his dad’s for the last couple of weeks so I’ve been trying to keep busy decorating. You know, putting pictures out, candles, trying to make this place feel like home. But… it still doesn’t. I’ve finally figured out it isn’t the trailer’s fault. You see, I’m not cut out to live by myself. Bo is away, Kevin is temporarily off limits, & I don’t know my neighbors. I’m going a little nuts with just the cat for company! At the apt, Jamie was around, Caden was always good for a smile & a laugh, & I could sit outside in my swing, have a drink & bullshit with the couple next door. Here it’s just me & Kasey, & unless his food dish is empty, he doesn’t care if I’m around or not. I keep telling him he better shape up or he’ll be nothing but a pretty throw rug, but he just flicks his tail at me & stalks off to nap on the table.
Yeah, my kitchen table.
Damn cat…
I refuse to become one of those old women with 53 half-starved cats running around the house… I have a hero to save me, but first he has to save himself. It it’s meant to be we’ll find a way to make it happen… I have faith.

So in other news…
The highlights in my hair seem to be a big hit with everyone, I was nervous about getting them but now I’m glad I did.
Wal-Mart has orange sheet sets & I was seriously considering buying them… I need therapy, lol!
Bo made drumline again this year, he’ll be playing bass drum for the marching band & saxophone in the concert band.
I fell in love in June & have absolutely no intention of ever falling out… ever.
I’m going to MIS next weekend with my sister & her husband. I totally can’t afford it but am going anyway. I get to spend the whole weekend with family & see a Nascar race too! I’m taking Bo school clothes shopping tuesday so he’ll be all set before I spend any money on race weekend.

I’m ending this post without a proper ending because sleep calls… goodnight!

Hero

Resa — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 01:28:17 +0000

One day back in March I made an offhand remark about needing a hero. My friend Brad, who is an amazing poet, came up with this in literally minutes… I wanted to repost it here for all to see & so I can find it quickly when I need a pick-me-up

Fly her away she said one day
when she was feeling particularly grey
And the red energy replaced with blue
it was all I could do…

If I could bring her the sun I would
pluck it right from where it stood
to warm her inner fire grown cold
beauty should not carry such a load

If I can bring her the stars I will
perched high upon heaven’s window sill.

to awaken that sparkle in her eye
darkened by loss, as time goes by.

But I am not superman it would seem
though for her I would be, in a dream
if I can’t bring the sky to her then,
a smile I will give, to remind my friend

That I will always be here for you, until the end.

She Don’t Want the World

Resa — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 01:41:35 +0000

I am totally in love with this 3 Doors Down song right now… and I still love these amv vids although the one who used to find them for me is nothing more than a footnote in my page of life. Nobody reads the footnotes anyway

“She Don’t Want The World”

The open wound she hides
She just keeps it bundled up
And never lets it show
She can’t take much more of this
But she can’t let it go
And that’s ok, she don’t want the world

All the things she says
While he’s just lying there
Without someone to hear her cry
She slips off into a dream
About a place to hide
And that’s ok, she don’t want the world

This love she feels
Everything she’s ever known
Or ever thought was real
Seems like it’s been thrown away
Now how’s she gonna live
It’s ok, she don’t want the world

Those words he never spoke
Haunt her life, the memories
Of all the times before
She tried to show him love
While he would only ask for more
But it’s ok, she don’t want the world

Softly in her sleep
Pictures of the life she’s longing
For slowly appear
She’s seen them all before
But somehow never quite this clear
She just smiles, she don’t want the world

This love she feels
Everything she’s ever known
Or ever thought was real
Seems like it’s been thrown away
Now how’s she gonna live
It’s ok, she don’t want the world

A brand new morning shines
As she wakes up alone again
This time to face the day
She swears there’s time to make it
As she simply walks away
And it’s ok, she don’t want the world

They call it KFC cuz it’s not really chicken

Resa — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 01:52:18 +0000

Dear Non Dairy Creamer,

I hope this means you’ve finished your final stages of fucking out of my life. You were sweet all the way to the bottom of the cup, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were just an imitation.

From now on, only real cream is allowed here.

I am sexy!

Resa — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 03:45:53 +0000

Not really, just silly. I found this site thru a friends pics (thx Amy) and went to play…

This was a lot of fun! The website is PhotoFunia

Hair cut & color

Resa — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 01:13:32 +0000

I got my hair cut & colored today, except… the color doesn’t really show, so she’s gonna re-do it next thursday. The ends are blue, but against the black it doesn’t show except in direct sunlight

I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do with it, so I asked friends for suggestions and I got a lot of them! Garnet red, go natural, two suggested purple and two told me not to cut, lol. I spoke to an old friend on the phone last night and again this morning, and he suggested the cut, and to leave the black and just do the ends a different color. It was no surprise he wanted me to keep the black, he was the reason for that color in the first place, but I liked his idea and so did my stylist. She was more disappointed than I was at how it turned out, and she’s gonna do the color again for free.

I took some before, during, and after pics…

right before I left:

on the way to the salon-the roads were BAD!

she chopped off the length:

put in the color remover:

rinse:

the ends looked funky!

put the blue in:

on the way home:

and… the final result:

Hopefully next week I’ll have another pic to put up, with bright blue tips. I am really glad I got it cut, it feels like silk now. I’m thinking about going a little shorter in the back, with a longer length in the front still. I am pretty excited