Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Tonight I Am Going To...

...finish Northanger Abbey. I am in a book club. I have waited to the last week of the month to finish the first book. It's just my style, what can I say. Procrastination is the key to learning how to speed read. It is also a fruit of the spirit.

Off to the blunder called Isabella and the hopeful named Catherine.


Monday, April 27, 2009

I Like Cinnamon Toast Crunch with a Side of Snooze Button.

Sometimes I think laying in bed for that extra thirty minutes may seem like the best way to start the day. It's not. It makes everything crazy for the following thirty minutes.

It's just that when I run out of cereal - I don't have much to look forward to in the morning.

That is all.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Sing Me Home, Sugarland.

Lordy, gotta get away.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Cluck. Cluck.


I'm a big chicken.

And I'm ok with it.

I nearly got an itty bitty, eensy weensy tattoo. And. At my appointment - I weasled out of it.

Cluckity cluck cluck cluck.

Monday, April 20, 2009

My L.F.F.

LFF and I have been friends since the 8th grade. I love him. He blogs and I am insisting that you give his little spot a gander: http://time2pretend.tumblr.com/.

It is so fun! Currently, he is wandering through my homeland - Deutschland!

Saturday, April 18, 2009


I love this.

I Am So Happy I Could Twirl!

THINGS are going WELL! Today was, by far, the most progressive day I have had in a long time. Remember plan A?

Wu and I worked on plan A today. Writing and working and dreaming this thing out today has been a gust of fresh air. My little hope balloons are sailing right now. The realization that I had today was this: even by practicing for plan A - I am experiencing a part of the plan. I'm not waiting for it to begin any longer.

Encouraged is too little of a word for the way I feel. Whistling seems more appropriate.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Home Sweet Home.

Tonight my place finally feels like home. It's taken a month and two days to get here. It's the kind of place I always wanted. It's a blank canvas (a tiny canvas) and it's simple. Uncomplicated. It has character.

It's still a bit bare - but I'm working on piecing it together. Like most things in my life, it is a work in progress.

A work with a view.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Fur. The Love.

I knew what I was in for when I sat down to watch Marley and Me this evening. My dear friend, the Stylist, is the kind of friend that I can cry in front of. The unfortunate, fightin' hard to hold it in, chin quivering kind of crying. The type of crying that, if confronted with, "Oh my gosh - you're crying?" counters with a laugh that shakes something loose to make you cry a little harder.

I can't watch movies like Homeward Bound, The Horse Whisperer, Milo and Otis...animals have a way of sending me into sobs like nothing else.

Marley and Me was certainly no exception.

For me, the story highlights the choice that animal people make. They knowingly assume care of a life that will most certainly end while still in their care. It's either crazy or worth the heartache that comes with having to say goodbye; life lost is loss no matter the species. It's big hearted to love something so temporary.

Therefore. I still stand by my thought that animal people are the best type of people.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sweet Gypsy Highway.

It's a Little Big Town Tuesday. The kids are up for four CMT Awards. And they are coming back to Idaho. In July. I will be there wearin the shirt I bought and wielding the drumstick they gave me.

Lord, I was born with a suitcase in my hand.

Monday, April 13, 2009


I liken the current manscape to the current state of the economy.

In the toilet.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I Dare Say.

When you were a kid you had the guts to say what you really wanted to be when you grew up - I mean really wanted to be. No filters, no consideration for the impossible, no road blocks.

I started trying to configure plan 'B' in high school because I knew that 'A' was/continues to be ridiculous.

Lately, I have started to think about plan A again. I've wondered what harm could come from knocking on that door...trying that handle. Foolish - more than likely. A long shot? Understatement of the century. However I, like Michael Scott, am challenged by the words of Wayne Gretzky when he said, "you miss one hundred percent of the shots you never take."

I'm still young enough to think that crazy things can happen. I'm still optimistic enough to say maybe so. I believe in a God who, I think, smiles at a curious soul. Without faith it is impossible to please God. It comes down to believing in the impossible. Believing in the big dreams is about as impossible as believing in resurrection from the dead. But to put your trust in one and not the other is falling short of the intention of both - life well lived.


Be expecting a phone call, NASA.

(Just kidding.)

Friday, April 10, 2009

All Choked Up.

Can you imagine how she must have felt?


Tuesday, April 7, 2009

"People, people!"

"We need your money!"

I make collection calls. In a "recession." I'm not very good at it. Sometimes I just want to resort to Spanky's line when I am at a loss for words.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Dear Monday,

I've had better.


Friday, April 3, 2009


Recently, I said that if you watch Grey's Anatomy and haven't scheduled an appointment with your dermatologist - you need to.

I followed my own advice and scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist to get my skin checked. First of all, I was mortified because it is an overall exam. Over....all...exam. Got me? I was not excited about that. Secondly, word on the street was that the dermatologist I scheduled an appointment with was a looker.

First of all, "a looker" doesn't begin to describe the level of his looking good. McDermy is a more accurate term. The overall (over ALL) exam wasn't necessary. Thank heavens. However - he did take a gander at my upper half and found a spot on my shoulder he suggested that we cut out.

"If you really think you should, I'd rather be safe than sorry. " Translation: I would really like to spend an extra twenty to thirty minutes here with you. Ah ha ha. A ha. Wink.

So. I'm missing a piece of my shoulder and the tiny piece of my heart that I left in his office as well. That's alright, I can pick it up when I go back to have the stitches removed.

Moral of the story: Watch Grey's Anatomy.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"Enough is Enough, Young Lady."

I know.