"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Friday, November 5, 2010

Sights and Smells

~When I get real bored, I like to drive downtown and get a great parking spot, then sit in my car and count how many people ask me if I'm leaving.
~Steven Wrigh

It's Friday!!! Hallelujah! AND I don't have to work tomorrow... but I think that's gonna come back to bite me cuz we are still behind and we're only not working cuz we don't have the material.

So, I was walking out of work today, passing another department, and all the sudden I started thinking about seventh grade gym. Random? Yes. Pretty sure someone was wearing a lot of body spray. Totally took me back to the cold, yellowed locker rooms at Elk Ridge and how much I hated that class... but the ten million scents of body spray happened at the end of class :)

I was just thinking how smells can take us back to our past. They're pretty powerful that way :) It's kind of like that song, "I Go Back" by Kenny Chesney:

"Cause everytime I hear that song....

I go back to the smell of an old gym floor
The taste of salt on the Carolina shore
After graduation and drinkin goodbye to friends
And I go back to watchin summer fade to fall
Growin up too fast and I do recall
Wishin time would stop right in its tracks
Everytime I hear that song, I go back, I go back"

Haha, this song actually reminds me of the last full day I worked at my first job :) They left the sound system on while we cleaned up-which wasn't normal-and I was walking around the field picking up stakes and cones and cords and fans (I worked for a carnival company!) and singing to the song-which I was usually embarrassed to do. Not that day.

It's kind of crazy to me how songs and smells and things have that kind of effect on us. How it starts to just smell like Christmas. Or you can't listen to a song when you're happy cuz it's one of the songs on your sad playlist. Or how the perfume I got from my mom smells like her. And I can remember the first time I heard most of my favorite songs. Ya, I'm not being very poetic about describing this today, but I hope I make my point :)

I'm sure excited for all the smells and sounds of Winter and Christmas. Even going back to school in January... I love the smell of newly sharpened pencils and new books. So glad I can see and smell and hear :)
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  1. Corey WilkeyNovember 5, 2010 at 11:27 PM

    I totally know exactly what you are talking about! And you are exactly right! it's so funny, but so true! And I love that song, by the way. :)

    I am so glad that you were able to get yourself to post again today! :) Keep posting!

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