Wednesday, July 15, 2009

I'm Crazy About Your Farmer's Tan, Sugar.

Well. I went from this last night...


...to this tonight.


And that's ok. Were it not for this little fella - I wouldn't have been able to go lose my mind at the Kenny concert.

All three acts were so sweet. Opener for the opener, Lady Antebellum, is one of my current favorites. Love their album, you should most definitely pick it up. The lead guitarist is Katherine Heigl's (Izzy for all you Grey's Anatomy fans) brother-in-law. Do NOT think I didn't think about tracking him down after the show to ask if he knew whether or not Izzy was gonna pull through next season.

Miranda Lambert was ridiculous. She is SO feisty and full of it and I love her music. This is round two watching her live and I enjoyed it very much.

Kenny. Kenny played for two hours. Kenny has a lot of good songs - songs that you forget belong to him. He had a smile on his face the whole time, was covered in sweat and sang his heart out. One of my most favorite moments was during "Back Where I Come From." Right there on the big screen behind he and the band were pictures of our city. Both Curly and I got choked up.

It was. AH-mazing.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

"I'm Just Lookin' for a Good Time!"



Headin' to the show with Curly. About to have an AMAZING night.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Conflict.




Conflict does nothing more to me than make me want to punch my own face off.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Gazelle In Tents.

So I read a book. It's called The Total Money Makeover - it's by Dave Ramsey. I read it because the man that bought it for me was ca-ute. I'm glad I read it because his ideas about money management are a constant (most of the time) in the back of my mind when I go to spend.

He's a debt nazi - believes that if you live like no one else now that you can live like no one else later. Work, work, work - pay off debt. Save, save, save - pay cash for everything.

Dear Dave,

I hope by the time I'm living like no one else I will have plenty of living left to do. I hope I don't have to wait to see Europe (or at least the East Coast) until I'm on a steady diet of Metamucil. I appreciate all the responsibility your book has instilled in me - but someday soon this intense little gazelle would like to spend some time in tents. In the wilderness - where gazelles belong.

Love,

LayneStreet

P.S. I'm going to spend a fortune on Kenny Chesney tickets and I don't CARE!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

1, 2, 3 Strikes, You're OUT!

The Stylist, the Wu and I learned just how fun it can be to make baseball players blush last night. You can only cat call at the opposing team. If you cat call anyone on the home team - you may run into them at the grocery store...er...the drive through line at Taco Bell and that would just be awkward.


Sunday, July 5, 2009

Gospel.

Well kids - it's been a busy life out here on Layne Street. Interesting? No. Busy - yes. And that's ok for now. One day I'm going to go on vacation instead of holding down the fort! Until then - here I am and this is where I'm at.

I ask for advice because I either want support or direction. There is much to be gained from wise counsel. However, sometimes I treat that advice as though it was the gospel.

The problem? Everyone's advice come from different places. It comes from life experience, deductive reasoning, emotion, etc. Everyone's life experiences, reasoning and emotions are different - maybe similar, but different. When advice is offered and not received with the question, "does this ring true with me" - you can allow it to become gospel. Sometimes this is good because sometimes we get in the way of our own growth and we need a voice of reason.

But.

Sometimes - you just need to let the gospel be the gospel. Continue to ask friends and elders for their advice. Listen well, don't just hear. Think it over -but don't just accept it as fact.

I'm not a proponet of being skeptical - I'm just a push over that is learning that my road is not anyone elses' to travel.

That is all.


"Layne, this isn't very funny."



"I know."

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

My Last Nerve: Segment 1



This bike certainly cannot be misconstrued as a car - especially if you are the four cars behind this bicyclist in morning traffic.

I'm sorry if you find this to be offensive. I am pretty controversial.