Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Posted by Layne Street at 7:38 AM
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Back to the list and the looking for in a man bit - that's for me to know and for you to be patient enough to drag out of me.
And you, nameless man of the future? What do you look for in a woman?
Posted by Layne Street at 10:28 PM
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Posted by Layne Street at 8:58 PM
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Tonight I stuck up for Taylor Swift. Is she all together? No. Does she write songs that generally only a 12-17 year old girl can relate to? Yes.
But. She's doing it, you know? She is playing music, on tour - selling out arenas. People are singing her songs.
Posted by Layne Street at 10:25 PM
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Posted by Layne Street at 8:36 PM
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Posted by Layne Street at 10:11 PM
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I just got back from a fabulous little road trip to Utah. Some of the girls and I went for a concert (Mat Kearney and Keane).
I adore Mat Kearney. He sings the songs that "doctors make out to" - an obvious Grey's Anatomy reference for anyone who is a huge fan of the show. He posted a video blog from his stop in Salt Lake City. Check it:
We were standing on those very steps! In that very hall! It was only years ago when he put his arm around me and told me that he loved me and that if it weren't for the tour, he would stay with me forever.Except for that didn't happen and he didn't say that. I love him still and am so glad I got to see him in concert again!
Posted by Layne Street at 7:40 PM
Monday, May 11, 2009
I know. Mom, where were you when I was picking out songs? At any rate...the moment lives on in glory, even now. I was on the phone with my aunt in California. Her daughter lives here and whilst said daughter was having her nails done, she overheard a couple women say they were from Garden Valley (the location of my debut). Cousin asked the ladies if they knew of my family. They said "Yes, specifically the little girl (me). She performed in a talent show a long time ago and when she was getting ready to start, she said 'hit it!' We've been waiting for her to pop up on the big screen or something."
Hit it? I said hit it. The best part of that is that I was running the cassett player. Note to self: Self, not cool to say 'hit it' if you're your own maiestro.
At any rate, I need not search any further for fame - it has already come. They're talking about me in nail salons all over Ada and Boise County.
Posted by Layne Street at 6:45 AM
Friday, May 8, 2009
Posted by Layne Street at 12:13 AM
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
So concerned with her personal hygiene, she paid no matter to vanity. "Doh!"
Posted by Layne Street at 9:38 PM
Monday, May 4, 2009
Posted by Layne Street at 5:04 PM
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I went to the grocery store. Bizarre enough. Gross. I was really into it tonight - thinking that if I knocked it out tonight I wouldn't have to go for another month. Done with my twelve bags of groceries. Loaded up in the back of the truck and zipped home.
The drive was fun and even included truck dancing when "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" played on the radio. Happy as a clam pre-bake, parked in a comfortable spot right outside my apartment. I had the rest of the evening planned: cheese nips, painting project and my Elvis pandora station.
Fast forward one minute - twelve bags of groceries on my arms (I'm a one-trip Trixie - can't HANDLE going back and forth to the truck) when I realize that when I was at my parents earlier today, I had grabbed THEIR keys that has my spare and NOT my house keys on it before I hit the grocery store. Cuss.
Drive back to Ma and Pa's - switch keys, walk out the front door and there is a fluffy white puppy on the doorstep followed by a curly, equally fluffy, little dog. What do you do with two strange dogs at 10:30 at night? You INSIST they stay in your parent's backyard until the morning and construct a "Found" yard sign.
Finally wind up back in my neck of the woods and there was not a normal parking spot to be found - drove about the block twice and settled for across the street parking. Cuss. Whatever. Load up twelve bags of groceries for the second time and loaf up to my apartment.
Get to my door, cat tries to escape. Cat scratches my arm whilst trying to get her out of the way. Try to open my kitchen cabinet - it's stuck shut. Won't open. Cuss. Cuss. Cuuuuuuuussss. Unpack the groceries (as best I could minus one of my cabinets) and grab the new globe for the ceiling fan. Doesn't fit. Cuss.
My conclusion at the end of the evening? It's a man's fault. All of it. I don't even have a specific one to blame - but even so, nameless man of the future, tonight I am MAD at you for not being here. I assume that the evening would have gone as planned if you were here. I'm TIRED of lugging my own groceries, guessing at how big the stupid globe is for the ceiling fan, sticky cabinets, etc., etc., ETC.
Posted by Layne Street at 11:33 PM