Railway Pub

Here it is, the up and coming Railway Pub located in beautiful Contoocook, NH. My hopes are to convert this old train car into a happening pub. I know it does not look like much, but I think It can become something amazing.

I plan on making a relaxing, enjoyable place where people can come after work and enjoy a drink and some good music. It's going to have an old world feel featuring live Irish music every week.

I'm not completely comfortable with the name I have or if food is going to be served here, but I look forward to further developing my ideas. I think this is going to be a really fun project and look forward to making a website based on my new business.

Also I just talked to an awesome Irish band in hopes that they will be my house band, keep your fingers crossed!

Just a thought I had

I was thinking about the blog assignment for this week-what I wanted to be when I grew up. When I found out it was canceled I was a little bummed because I really wanted to blog about it, so now I'm going to so you have something new to comment on.

From the time I was seven or eight I always told my parents and everyone I knew for that matter, that when I grew up I wanted to be a mechanic. That's right I wanted to work on cars-the engines, the tires, and the exterior. I know that sounds really odd because I am a girl, but ever since I can remember I have always liked cars and everything about them.

My dad worked as an auto part salesman and sometimes I would visit him at work with my brother and sister and I remembered that all the guys he worked with would be standing around talking about cars and how cool they were, and I guess it just rubbed off on me. I wanted to be the cool chick with the cool car when I grew up.

My favorites are the really old ones you know the ones your grandparents drove, such as the Model T, and the old Mustangs and Camaro's. The car of my dreams though, would have to be a nineteen fifty seven Thunderbird in cherry red.

Lately though I have noticed one problem, it seems as though that as the years have gone by, I have some how managed to lose some of that passion. I mean my dad still sells car parts but I haven't visisted him at work in at lease three years and I used to love doing that. I really pictured myself as being a cool girl mechanic that knew all the lingo and could hold a good conversation with a guy.

I guess what I realized though writing all this babel about cars is that I need to get back around them soon and re-find my passion for them before it completley slips away. So if anyone knows where I can find some really cool cars to look at, feel free to let me know.

"Bad Posture" micro-fiction

"Bad Posture" By Artist Lisa Rae Winant
Image used by permisson of the Artist
12x14/oil on panel

Look at me, what’s wrong with me? It’s not like I’m hideously ugly or anything. I just have a problem with my posture. In fact, I just got my hair and nails done and picked out this super cute outfit. The green shirt really brings out my blue eyes, and although the skirt is a little funky, I think I look pretty damn hot.

You see i have this problem where people tend to judge me from my appearance, not by what I have inside. Every time i start talking with someone and they seem interested, they disappear just like that, and I'm left as I'm seen in this picture. Alone surrounded by only my thoughts and the gentle breeze that flows through my fingers and hair.

What will it take for me to fit in? Must I dye my hair blonde, go by a different name perhaps ‘Candy’ or wear those skinny jeans that no one can breathe in? I mean yeah, so what, I’m not perfect. I have a little hunch in my back. It’s not my fault I was raised with my brother Quazimodo in that bell tower. I mean you try living in a space where the ceilings are only three feet tall and tell me your going to have perfect posture, I don’t think so. If fitting in means that I have to change who I am, then I think I’ll just look elsewhere. People say that education is really important. Perhaps I’ll enroll at the Hunchback of Notre Dame University where I’m sure to make friends and fit in.