Always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.

In life we should all be this lucky: To love and be loved for seventy some odd years, to bring up three children, and to have those children spread the love to seven grandchildren. This is what my Grandmother did with her life. If I were to ever wondered what love looked like, I never had to look too far....I could watch her face light up when one of her sweet great-grand babies came in the room. I could close my eyes and remember the countless hours she'd spend scratching my back with her perfectly manicured nails while I lay in her lap, or remember all the time my Grandfather would pull the picture of her out of his wallet. He'd only been holding on to it since she was 19 or so. ;)

I've always said that since God only gave me one Grandmother He knew she had to be awesome. And she was. There is nothing about her that doesn't make me smile and be eternally grateful for how blessed I was to have her. That sweet heart, that smart mouth, and those outfits that always matched head to toe. But the very best thing she gave me was my family. Hands down. My Daddy is definitely his Mother's son, and I love it...My cup runneth over.


The talk of the town last week was a picture of my Grandparents being baptized together in 1939ish. As a family, to have this picture is so special and so rare. For those of you unaware back in the day a lot of baptisms took place in a lake or river. The picture of them standing together in the lake has left this song on my heart. It has always haunted my soul, in a good way...now it just touches me even more.




PS I had to BEG them to let me take that picture. True Mama Nell fashion. :)

So stinkin' excited!

I love music.
I love live music.

That just about covers it. There are few things in life that get my insides going more than some cranked up, soul-wrenching, all balls out live music. And Friday night it is ON. I've been waiting on this for what seems like a lifetime. The Avett Brothers.....finally. And since I can't really express how ridiculously pumped I am, I'll leave you with some words:

"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. " --Bob Marley

And some tunes:

The distance between excess and deficiency

Read Me

It's been about thirty some odd years that I've been on my journey of life. And I think I'm just now beginning to understand and appreciate the virtue of living in moderation. Aristotle speaks of virtue to be habit or a trained faculty. Saying that I've had to train myself to search for the mean in life is a huge understatement. He goes on to allude that the mean will be different for different people. That living in virtue and happiness is relative and not mathematical in nature. Thank goodness!

I have come to the conclusion that the only way to truly celebrate life and squirm around in the rich decadence that is waiting beyond every corner is to live in moderation. (most of the time) It seems really simple, but in this overindulging society we live in there are so many that take it to the extreme, myself included for these past 33 years. But I have discovered I simply enjoy pleasure much more deeply if it's special....and isn't that the point....to enjoy it?

"With regard to pleasantness in amusement, he who observes the mean may be called witty, and his character wittiness; excess may be called buffoonery, and the man is a buffoon; while "tedious" may stand for the person who is deficient, and "tediousness" describes his character. "

I had to read all the way to the end to make it to my favorite part. Since my focus lately has been on trying to extract pleasure from life.

I'm having a rough couple of days in the "joy-finding" department. I'm hoping soon to see how I can figure this thing out. Guessing and second guessing and third guessing myself is exhausting. And at the end of the day, I'm the only one who has to live with the consequences I suppose. As much as I seek moderation, I think it doesn't exist in all scenarios. I guess that would be all too easy. My brain is starting to smoke so I suppose this is all for now. I think I kinda took a turn for the vague, but oh well.

Just do your best ....

It's the only way to keep that last bit of sanity.
Maybe I don't have to be good, but I can try to be
At least a little better than I've been so far.

Those darn Avett Brothers get me every time. I think insecurity is an epidemic. Something we all lose some sleep over from time to time. It's rough trying to be everything we think we should be; it's probably downright impossible. I'm my own worst enemy, critic, nit-picker. And in that process, I become my own sabotage. (Now I'm singing Beastie Boys....I'ma set it straight, this watergate.)

But back to the point....We should let ourselves off the hook and some point, yes? This has been one of my continuing inner monologues lately, so if you feel I'm a little redundant oh well. If I can be a better person tomorrow than I was today, that will be my sanity. Trying is what matters, and I shouldn't be scared to try just because I think I won't be great. blah, blah, blah.

Now on to the nitty gritty. I did some pretty serious cleaning today. Serious enough that I found a dead lizard behind my couch. Like really, really dead. So dead I didn't even know if it was real. All of the cleaning reminded me of something: I hate cleaning. I swear that's why I'm happy in my itty-bitty apartment, less to clean. Oh, and I've been watching reruns of The Ghost Whisperer. It's pretty decent. I think I'm coming up to the last episodes and about to wrap around to the beginning.

The End.

PS The Avett Brothers concert is a mere month away, hence why there back on shuffle 24/7. :)

Rythmetic, acrobatic, She's a dynamite attraction.

I heart dancing. Big time.

The kind where I close my eyes and have no idea what my body is actually doing. The kind that makes you sweat. The kind I could be doing on a crowded dance floor just as easily as on my couch in my pajamas singing to the top of my lungs. The kind I used to do locked in my room while blasting Diana Ross's "Upside Down" from my Fisher Price record player.

It's happiness to me in the purest form. It's infectious and lives in my very soul. I don't do it enough. In the movie Elizabethtown Claire tells Drew to, "make time to dance alone with one hand waving free." Some of the best advice I've ever heard. Nothing much matters when I'm lost in the music inside my head. It's the best kind of bliss when a rhythm leaves you with no choice but to get up and shake it. Plus it's sexy as hell...not all the gyrating and grinding, although that's not too bad either ;). But the confidence to block out the world and just give in to the music, that type of attitude gets me everytime.

And in homage to a movie with a killer soundtrack give this a listen, and Let It All Hang out...

Red wine, mistakes, mythologhy....

Some interesting things happened today: I found a bath book I bought to give Heather for Gabi like five months ago, I saw a pregnant woman in a bathing suit/flip flops ride an exercise bike, and I've been cheating on the Avett Brothers with Jack Johnson. (Right now as I type actually) Speaking of the Avetts, I got my concert tickets in the mail Tuesday and I literally couldn't be more pumped!

Today was a low day for me in the continuum of motivation. It took some encouragement for me to get up and get to the treadmill. But I feel better now having done it, so thanks J. And just to throw this out there chilling on the couch watching Top Chef does very little for the mind, body or soul.

I've done really good with my summer resolution to seek out happiness. I think my low point was probably eating an entire Subway meatball footlong and justifying it by having Baked Lays and water with it. Did I mention I also had three cookies with it??? Oopsie!

This weekend is a full moon which will be interesting. Did you know all the full moons of the calender year have names? Yeah, and June's is the Strawberry Full Moon. I plan on living it up in honor of all the good that has been done this week, by myself and others. Maybe with some wine or more appropriately strawberry margaritas. So watch out world...

Decide what to be and go be it...

I went to the library yesterday. It doesn't smell like it should...the old book smell. When I was a kid I remember the whole place wrapping me up in the smell of books, old books. The kind you won't find at Barnes and Noble. And I love it. So much so that I checked out the oldest book I saw and spent a good two minutes tonight breathing in the smell of nostalgia.

It just so happens that I've also been really, really enjoying it. I checked out Steinbeck's The Winter of Our Discontent. I'm only about three chapters in, but I find myself really digging on the main character, Ethan. (btw one of my favorite boy names of all time ;p) The third chapter sort of centered around his insomnia which I felt was definitely a page out of my own life. It's nice having someone to relate to though I have a feeling something is gonna take a not-so-great turn for my friend Ethan. I'll let you know how it goes...

This song has been stalking me today and it seems appropriate for me right now. It kinda expands on a philosophy I'm working on right now tentatively titled "Do Some Shit." Let this sink in a little and dream on it:

There’s a darkness upon me that’s flooded in light
In the fine print they tell me what’s wrong and what’s right
And it comes in black and it comes in white
And I’m frightened by those that don’t see it

When nothing is owed or deserved or expected
And your life doesn’t change by the man that’s elected
If you’re loved by someone, you’re never rejected
Decide what to be and go be it

There was a dream and one day I could see it
Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it
And there was a kid with a head full of doubt
So I’ll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out

SUMMER 2010 DAY TWO

Welcome to Summer. :)

Just thought I'd share a little about how mine is going. Two days in a row of working out, so I got that going for me. One month of not working out prior to yesterday is currently kicking my ass. Today or tomorrow I plan on going to the library to see what delicious things they have to feed my brain. (Yes, I still check out library books. Don't even get me started on what a waste I think buying books is...) My plan is one biography and one fiction, something classic probably. And after that maybe I'll reward myself with Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang.

Today atleast I allotted enough time to kinda of cool down before I have to shower so I don't come out still sweating. Speaking of sweating this is what helped me through my last five minutes:

For now that's good enough for me.

Summer starts tomorrow, but if you live where I live you'd call BS. It's been so hot, and we've been getting these amazing summer storms. Ba-da-ba-ba-baaaaa, I'm lovin it! Loving the pool, the sun, the sweat, and the thunder at night. I'm also loving mixing in some peach bacardi wth sweet tea!!

I'm also loving that it's the half year mark...a good time to look back at what you've went through/accomplished/struggled with/loved/hated during the first half of the year and scrap it and move on. Screw the idea that January 1 is the only time to resolve to live. Today is a better time than ever because after all life doesn't have a tivo: it does not pause nor slowdown for any man. I'm wise enough to realize when someone has said best what I'm feeling so I steal the following from a much wittier person than I:

"For a few sunny and sweaty months, why not just shut the fuck up & suck on whatever makes you happy. For some that might be a breath of fresh air, for others it might be a tall glass of mental medication. Put a smile on your face. Or at least keep a gleam in your eye & wink it at someone once & awhile, just to let ‘em know that you’re in on it."

Thanks Tim :)

I think everyday can be our best day, if we just allow it to be. And if you can just decide that waking up each day and living a life you enjoy is good enough, how can you be disappointed? You can't. Period. The end. And that kind of pressure-free joy really opens up life to be so full and robust and ultra-luscious-sexy-satisfying. Afterall, eulogies rarely mention someone living a "perfect life" because on one really gives two shits about perfection in the end. What lingers is joy, love, friendship, and experience. So if you feel like it, start over tomorrow and let me know how it goes.

This song helps me breathe out when I get too caught up in myself. Maybe it'll work for you too.

Rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof

There are certain things in my life that are just givens. Knowing there are constants in life make me comfortable. For instance: Over the Hills and Far Away will always make me smile, kissing someone with a little scruff on their face will always give me chills, Jim Beam will always remind me of my first college party, etc. With this in mind here is my list of things that will always ring true for me:

1. Never leave the dance floor when Prince is playing.
2. Always remember if there is something you don't know you can always ask someone (even if that "someone" is Google).
3. When in doubt, play with a kid. This inevitably solves all the worlds problems.
4. Rainstorms are natures sleeping pills.
5. Never take a man's chili dog.
6.There are no such thing as guilty pleasures. Pleasure is always a good thing as long as you aren't hurting anyone.
7. You'll be fine if you go an extra day without shaving your legs or cleaning the kitchen.
8. Grilled cheese that someone makes FOR you taste much better than one you made for yourself.
9. When in doubt, sleep an extra ten minutes.
10. Save your pocket change.
11. Going barefoot never hurt anyone....that's what tetanus shots are for.
12. If it's important, write it down. Trust me.

And I'll close with this little paraphrase of JM describing what Your Body is a Wonderland is about.......It's like when you to bed at 4:00 and stay until dinner. Like when you go to a movie, and come out and it's dark. Except it's sex.

Can you make out with a youtube video?

Just curious cause making out and youtube are two of my favorite things. If it turns out that you can this one will be first in line:

Sometimes I could....

really use a break from life. Not in a bad way, quite the opposite. Not a vacation, because a vacation is life at it's best. A real honest to goodness break where I get the chance to see things only through my eyes. Where my vantage point is the only one that matters. FYI I could REALLY use a break right now...


Breakdown
Jack Johnson
I hope this old train breaks down
Then I could take a walk around
And, see what there is to see
And time is just a melody
All the people in the street
Walk as fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my windows got a view
The frame I'm looking through
Seems to have no concern for now
So for now

I need this
Old train to breakdown
Oh please just
Let me please breakdown

This engine screams out loud
Centipede gonna crawl westbound
So I don't even make a sound
Cause it's gonna sting me when I leave this town
All the people in the street
That I'll never get to meet
If these tracks don't bend somehow
And I got no time
That I got to get to
Where I don't need to be
So I

I need this
Old train to breakdown
Oh please just
Let me please breakdown
I need this
Old train to breakdown
Oh please just
Let me please breakdown
I wanna break on down
But I cant stop now
Let me break on down

But you cant stop nothing
If you got no control
Of the thoughts in your mind
That you kept in, you know
You don't know nothing
But you don't need to know
The wisdoms in the trees
Not the glass windows
You cant stop wishing
If you don't let go
But things that you find
And you lose, and you know
You keep on rolling
Put the moment on hold
The frames too bright
So put the blinds down low

I need this
Old train to breakdown
Oh please just
Let me please breakdown
I need this
Old train to breakdown
Oh please just
Let me please breakdown
I wanna break on down
But I cant stop now

But you can dip your feet every once in a little whiiiiiiile

I would like to send out the following thank you's for helping me get up off my ass this morning:

1. The Killers
2. My body for sleeping soundly enough to wanna wake up so early.
3. The guy weed wacking his yard, it smelled soooo good.
4. The perfectly crisp weather.
5. The four leaf clover I found.


I would also like to send out the follow suck it's
1. Myself for forgetting to have my water bottle filled and ready for when I returned.
2. The douche bags who throw trash out their car windows.
3. My right calf that continues to cramp up no matter what I do.

PS Go ahead and watch this, and just try to not feel a little urge to get up and move:

La Joie de Vivre

Who'd have thought I'd be getting some wisdom from Jessica Simpson. (I DO love her, and think she is one of the sweetest things ever, but I didn't know she'd get me thinking.)

So she's got a show on VH1, The Price of Beauty, and it's interesting to say the least. In different exotic locals she looks into what that culture perceives as beautiful. And then the flip side where someone went too far for beauty. I guess we Americans aren't the only ones capable of going to extremes.

While in France she is turned onto the phrase, "la joie de vivre"...Joy of living. Wikipedia has this to say, "can be a joy of conversation, joy of eating, joy of anything one might do… And joie de vivre may be seen as a joy of everything, a comprehensive joy, a philosophy of life, a worldview."

I aspire to this...I dream of this...I lie and say I live this. I do my best, but often come up short. I so many times forget that there is so much joy to be found in living. It's easy to find the joy in the big things, but my goal is to extract all the joy from even the most simple moment.


Por ejemplo...
When I wake up before my alarm goes off I get pissed for missing an extra fifteen minutes of sleep. Instead I should be happy to know my body is rested, ready to start the day, and joyful to start the day in such a peaceful way.

The phrase is about the joy of living; not the joy of life. I want to be very specific about this. Enjoying life seems so passive. Enjoying living is an action. A conscience decision I must make every day. An active process of extracting the happiness from everything I do. Hopefully, I'll get get better; for now I'm gonna go find the joy in a bubble bath.

My Stupid Mouth

One of the worst feelings I have in life is hurting someone I love. We've all done it, sometimes intentionally sometimes not so much. The accidental time suck, but the times I do it on purpose are the real knives to the heart.

When you're in the moment and are feeling angry, hurt, or backed into a corner who knows how you'll swing back. My ideal response is to breath deep and let it go. After all one of my biggest life philosophies is that everyone (even the person backing me into a corner) is allowed to feel however they want whenever they want. But sometimes the claws come out. Sometimes I say that thing that I know will hurt the most. And instantly I regret it.

I don't regret much in life...just because it's a waste of time. But deliberately hurting someone is the one thing I can rarely get over. Mostly because I know how it feels to be on the other end. When someone hurts me on purpose it breaks my heart, and I play it over and over in my head. So when I do it, I seriously hate myself for it. I hate that I can apologize and admit guilt forever, but that the person may never forgive me. I hate that they will carry around the memory of the stupid shit I said to them just because I couldn't shut my stupid mouth.

So here's some good advice we all should take: Whenever you feel the word vomit coming up, get the fuck out of there. Go do yoga, take a walk, phone a friend, have a cigarette, blast some music, whatever it takes. You'll thank me later.

Happy Birthday Morgan!!!!

It's this simple y'all...

My tennis shoes are lonely

I am just now getting back to the point where I can move around without coughing after being sick for about three weeks. It was seriously kicking my ass, but I'm excited to be just about back to normal.

There's just this one thing: my tennis shoes. I always keep them by the door to have less of a hassle when it comes time for me to get outside and get moving. I need so much motivation to exercise sometimes that I need all the help I can get. This includes but is not limited to sleeping in my sports bra and athletic socks, setting reminder alarms on my cellphone, and as I mentioned keeping my shoes right by the door.

For the past three weeks they've just been sitting there taunting me, giving me dirty looks, and kinda reminding me of that stack of money with the eyeballs on the Geico commercials. It's been almost too much to bare.

I'm not some kind of hardcore fitness nut, nor do I want to be. But there really is something inside that feels different just by simply throwing on some workout clothes and lacing up my tennis shoes. I feel stronger, more alive, and more able to face the world. I realize this is a lot of power to give to an outfit, but I can't really explain it. I even feel like I stand differently, and it makes me proud. And motivated to get out there and sweat out some stress, burn off some calories, and most importantly enjoy life. So yeah, sometime this week I WILL put on those tennis shoes and wipe that smirk off their stupid face!

I will now leave you with something that always gets my blood pumping...

Who knew I had this in me???

Today I had a nice Valentine's Day. I unleashed my inner artist, and forgot that I'd been a nasty sick person for a week. I'm not the kind of single person that hates Valentine's Day. I just think it can come in many forms. An afternoon with a friend trying something new is just as heart-warming and satisfying as a lovey dovey date. (well almost :p)

But anywho, little ol' me painted this picture. And I'm pretty proud of myself. It was a little nerve-wracking at first, but then it was really fun. You can bring your own alcohol to drink, but since I'm still all drugged up, no booze for me. The whole class takes about three hours. The cost varies, but this one was $35. Not too bad for a good time and a nice souvenir.

Here's the website in case you're interested: https://www.sipsnstrokes.com/home.aspx

If you live in the area, I highly recommend giving it a try. Oh, and let me know cause I might tag along. After 13 classes you get a freebie. :)

All my love to you all <3

This song kicks ass.

THE END.

Saturday Night '80s

I'm sitting around thinking I'm in need of a good eighties mix. Not a playlist BTW; I dig on my mp3 player but really prefer the ease and permanence of a actually hard CD. That way I can jump into anyone's car and pop it in and not have to scroll through a million things just to get to it.

Anyways, I'm taking suggestions. Things I'm ruling out: my big three Prince, MJ, and Madonna. Also hair bands. This is going to be more of 80's Charity--deep cuts. The only song I've for sure nailed down is Depeche Mode-Just Can't Get Enough. So throw me some good stuff. I'm mainly thinking mid to up tempo stuff, but I'll throw in a slow jam if it's really killer. :)

Creepy Crawlies

There are lots of stuff in this world that gives me the heebie-jeebies....weird bugs that fly/jump, the sound of cardboard rubbing together, couples where the man is so old you don't if they're bf/gf or father/daughter.

But the kicker of all kickers is probably children singing. Before any parents want to go buck wild on me, I don't mean the cute kind you're four year old does for the Christmas play. I mean the ridiculous, sequined costumed, Star Search version where you can tell the parents are praying to everything holy their kid is gonna be the next Brittney Spears.

The kind with the overly expressive toddlers and preteens attempt to wow us with their jazz-hands and helmet-hair. Seriously people, your kid's not a cash cow. And if you really wanted your kid to be a Brittney Spears, maybe you should pick up an Us Weekly once in a while. You might change your mind.

What brought this all on you might ask? I was channel flipping recently and came across a Full House episode with this big talent show at the end. Right in between Stephanie screwing up big time, and learning a lesson from Uncle Jesse there was this downright obnoxious duet of two kids singing "Don't Go Breaking My Heart." (duet's multiply the ick-factor ten fold for obvious reasons: They're usually singing about love-- and they're kids, the inappropriate looks they share, the almost PG-13 dance move, etc. Grrr)

I'll survive though, cause at least I can turn the channel. There's no remote to remove the Praying Mantis thats been camping out on my door for three days.

Nothing good happens after 2AM...

Lifetime has been airing How I Met Your Mother repeats and I am re-loving them as much as ever. When they fist started the would come on at like 7pm, now they are on at like 2am. Oops, I guess everyone isn't loving them as much as I am.

I record all of them. I do the same with The Office, Sex and the City, and Scrubs reruns. Sometimes I watch them, sometimes I automatically delete them, but I'm always glad to have them on a rainy afternoon like today.

Speaking of late night TV I also watch Chelsea Lately, a lot. And it's much more fun to watch the airings that come on at 3am, because they run some of the best commercials. You know the ones for party-lines, work out videos, and other really weird shit you think no one would ever buy. (That's probably how the snuggie started out.)

But yeah, with all the fun stuff to DVR in the wee hours, it seems that lots of good things happen after 2am. And none of it involves puking in the breezeway of my building, well not for me at least.

Oh, and if you search the quote from my last post, my blog comes up on Google. Go ahead and try it, it's pretty badass.

The big spoon or the little spoon?

"As a country why can't we come up with something better than spooning."
--Andrew The Real World DC

I for one will politely disagree. Spooning is amazing. Spooning is warm, comfortable, safe, and relaxing. When I was in high school I would've traded a few lusty romps with my boyfriend for the chance to spend one night snuggling. It seems as we get older and actually have plenty of chances for a good cuddle we can forget how nice it really is. There's just something about falling asleep with someone and knowing they'll be there when you wake up. It's so peaceful, plus it helps keep you warm on a chilly night.

I'm not suggesting that I'd ever give up forking; I'm just saying, to quote Ferris Bueller, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you might miss it." And spooning is one really nice way to slow things down.

It's always more fun to share with everyone.

I am super not happy today, and I'm not sure I can put it into words so bear with me for a second. I get really angry, probably too angry, at stupid people. This afternoon my patience was tested, and to my own surprise I was able to keep my big mouth shut, kinda.

I was having a conversation about how an acquaintance of mine had questioned why we're giving money to Haiti considering we are in a recession. She then went on to compare the earthquake to Katrina. Someone who overheard this conversation began going off on Katrina victims. Talking about how they didn't deserve any assistance because they chose to live in the area, didn't have jobs, and were probably stupid. Seriously, that's what she said. She went on to compare this catastrophic natural disaster to people being snowed into they're homes. Seriously, that's what she said. (FYI this is NOT an ok way to think.)

As I listened to her speak, believe me I was angry. But after I took about fifty deep breaths I eventually felt sorry for her. Sad that she is so spoiled in her cushy life, so removed from suffering that she is completely unable to feel even the slightest drop of empathy for others. And I felt thankful that for whatever reason I have not become that jaded, self-righteous, or complacent.

Somehow I resisted every urge to scream at her, throw up in her face, and shake her like crazy. All I said was, "I just think no matter how people got into a mess, when other people need help which should just help and not ask questions." I was exceedingly proud of myself for remaining calm because really I knew there was no point. I wasn't going to change her mind, in the same way she'd never change mine.

To summarize I'd say when people who have the same hearts you do, same dreams you do, love their family the same way you love yours are suffering here's what you do: don't be douche-bag. Give them something, show them compassion, and thank God for how amazing you have it.

Vent for the day complete. :)

"If you've got one sandwich, cut that thing in half.
If you know a secret joke, tell it and share a laugh."

--The Sharing Song: Jack Johnson

Give a little

Hey girl, Magenta

"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"" (John Mayer)


I wrote about this quote a while back, and was revisiting this idea the other day. There's two new thoughts that began churning in my head.

1. I believe myself to be 64 color box, but the newsflash is it's much more relative than I'd prefer to acknowledge. Because afterall labels (even cute crayola colors like macaroni and cheese) are rarely definitive. My purple is very well another girl's magenta. I always joke that every relationship has a "smart one" and a "cute one." So maybe every relationship has a "purple" and a "magenta"??? I still want magenta so maybe I'll have to be comfortable being someone's purple....I'm usually pretty happy being the cute one so it's not too far of a jump. ;)

2. The real kick in the teeth is once you have magenta you're fucking screwed for life. I was lucky enough to get one at the infant stages of my dating career, and I've had a couple since. It makes dating easy and extremely difficult at the same time. On the one hand I can very easily identify the purples and move on. On the other hand it hard-core spoiled my ass. I compare it to DVR . Now that I can watch the Golden Globes and skip the boring categories, commercials, and speeches by people I care nothing about why would I ever want to watch it in real time ever again??

Sidenote: Yay for Glee and Madmen two of my favorites for winning their categories at the Golden Globes last night!

Did you swallow an amplifier?

Officially blogging on a official blogging site doesn't make me feel very official at all. It makes me feel uneasy. But it does make me feel opened, too. Even if no one is reading I feel like someone COULD read it, and that's all that matters. Please exercise patience with my inexperience, spelling, and grammer; in return I'll promise to try and be as un-boring as possible.

So in my first post, I'll start with familiar ground: music I'm obsessing over. This morning (and for probably the next month or 10) it is The Avett Brothers. All I can say is if you like real music, give them a chance. They'll probably earn you bonus points if like bluegrass or similar type stuff. What's not to love banjo, stand up bass, and warm melodies...throw in a scruffy beard or two, and you know I'm crazy-hooked.

Check out this video, and get back to me. It's the best live version I found of "Laundry Room" with some other stuff on the end. You are under direct order to get through at least the first song, but I suggest you do yourself a favor and watch the whole thing. It WILL make you day.




(and PS I will probably be moving some old myspace blogs over here, feel free to ignore them or read them and pretend they're intersting.)